Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience

Chapter 535 - 30: Country Woman

In the third winter after the end of the war, Gray Stone Town finally welcomed a long-lost tranquility.Messiah sat by the hearth, her rough fingers stroking a faded wooden cup. Time had etched ravines in her face, and once sunlit golden hair had long turned to the gray and white of withered grass.

She gazed at the snowflakes outside the window, her mind filled with a variety of mixed and messy thoughts.

The war was finally over!

Although they ultimately lost the war, did it really matter?

Over the decades, Messiah had witnessed too much suffering and felt too much pain.

The so-called glory, badges, and courage were nothing more than a spiritual shackle fabricated by the nobles to maintain their interests, deceiving the common folk into going to war for them and risking their lives.

In reality, ordinary people didn’t care about so much; everyone just wanted to live well.

Lost, then lost it is.

It’s heard that in a while, the council from Feiyan City will come to take over this remote town, and from now on, it will no longer be the nobles who manage them, but the officials dispatched by the council.

What difference these officials had from the former nobles Messiah still did not know, but based on her decades of life experience, she feared it was just the same old soup in a new pot, perhaps just another title for nobles.

But it doesn’t matter anymore. As long as there’s no more fighting, life can go on as usual.

There’s talk that the council might want to move them out, as their place is too remote, hidden in remote mountainous areas, with hardly any roads out, making it inconvenient to manage.

After a war, everything needs rebuilding, and now everywhere lacks population; merging their almost desolate little town into a larger one is only expected.

Yet Messiah didn’t want to move.own... is my root. I don’t want to go anywhere else. Just here... guarding this old house, this hearth... it’s fine."

The fire crackled, and the wind and snow outside seemed even stronger. Inside, the smell of food, the warmth of the hearth, and a heavy sense of attachment intertwined, forming a small, yet incredibly resilient harbor in this desolate post-war winter.

.....

Messiah no longer needed to worry about the relocation.

Because,

Before she even got moved... she...

was going to die...