After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 324 - 68: Dreams Are Not About Right or Wrong, Cuteness Is Not Limited by Gender

Chapter 324: Chapter 68: Dreams Are Not About Right or Wrong, Cuteness Is Not Limited by Gender

It was worth mentioning that Yila and Ernie’s situations were very similar, but the answer Ernie was looking for, Yila had already given... And the answer Yila was seeking was destined to have no end.

If what Ernie sought was a "tribe," then Yila’s desire was more specific—it was for a "civilization." Even if the trajectory of a civilization deviated slightly, it would no longer be the original civilization.

In Yila’s conversations with Ernie, he never lied. So, even his aggressive and invasive questioning was something he himself acknowledged as truth.

*"So you want to deceive yourself and rebuild a ’home’? Betraying the past ’home’ as if it never disappeared?"*

Yila said this at that time, which also represented an interesting fact—even Yila understood that the process of rebuilding a ’home’ was merely self-deception.

Just like Ernie said... it was merely self-deception, utterly pathetic.

...

*All the roots of pain, all the desperate ends... they also had to return to this question.*

And to understand this, one had to understand what kind of person Yila really was... Firstly, one needed to understand that Yila was just an ordinary person who had lost his way, and he wasn’t giving up, it was that simple.

As a transmigrator, Yila actually didn’t possess a brilliant soul.

Yila hadn’t experienced millions of years of combat and warfare, or decisions dictating the world’s continuation; nor did he possess the aloofness as if he were a god from the beginning... Yila was just Yila.

*Self-deception was just self-deception, but he was willing to be fooled by himself and could throw those four words to the back of his mind... But today, for his own purpose, he was forced to take them out.*

*He tore open his own wound.*

Yila’s wound had never healed; as long as he still harbored a dream of "rebuilding the federation," as long as it existed, his heartache could never heal... A dream was just a bandage, making the crack painless.

...

"Plop~"

Yila supported his cheek with his hand, his expression as always calm and indifferent, but tears ran from the corners of his eyes, across the bridge of his nose, and dripped from his chin onto the table, making a clear sound.

"Plop~"

Intense sorrow emanated from Yila... He was thinking at that moment, what would he think when this world gradually leaned towards the federation?

Indeed, that was a process long and boundless, but...

*He couldn’t help but wander aimlessly in his thoughts.*

*Such a world was a substitute for the federation in Yila’s mind, but could he really accept that? Or... had everything he strived for from the beginning been a mistake?*

*Deceiving himself, misleading Yose, manipulating Isabella, entrusted upon Satan Ye... creating countless situations throughout this entire era, was it all a "mistake?"*

*Yila’s rationality at this moment became a kind of doubt...*

*"Is it right or wrong? What should I do?"*

Yila muttered to himself, questioning himself. He looked up at the already risen moonlight, trying to wipe his tears, but it was in vain... Tears were tears, not filth, and couldn’t be wiped clean.

"Plop~"

"Plop~"

The continuously falling tears landed on the parchment of the "Second Revision of the Warm Cement House Renovation Plan" on Yila’s desk, slightly smudging the ink.

Although it didn’t affect readability, if he cried any more, he might indeed need to redraw it.

But right now, he wasn’t in the mood to consider that.

"I don’t know... I don’t know..."

Yila murmured, his expression still calm, but even so, this attitude and demeanor were already far different from his usual self... So much so that even Wenresa and the human girl who had stayed in the room the whole time were somewhat dumbfounded.

The other attendees watching this scene might have had a similar reaction.

"..."

"Plop~"

"Plop~"

Yila quietly cried, examining all his attempts, judging, and deconstructing the correctness of his actions... But he didn’t understand, he didn’t know, he couldn’t manage it.

In the next moment...

"Master Yila, Master Ernie said she could make the Demon King Territory warmer, to help get through the cold Calamity better. This shouldn’t violate the rules among the outsiders."

Beside Yila, Tipcapu, appearing through Void Travel, spoke of the latest situation while her figure shifted from ethereal to solid. Then... she immediately noticed that Yila was crying.

Yila, instantly holding back his tears, immediately turned his thoughts to Tipcapu’s report. He turned his head and nodded in response: "If Ernie thinks it’s okay, let her try first. That sounds very good."

However, although Yila stopped crying, the tear stains in the corners of his eyes remained clearly visible.

"Master Yila... you..."

Tipcapu, who made this sound, seemed very shocked, simultaneously looking worried. Yila gently shook his head, wiped away the tears with his hand, and then picked up a cloth to wipe the tears off the table.

"Let me do it, Master Yila."

Tipcapu said, seizing the cloth from Yila’s hand and helping to wipe away the tears. Worrying, she looked at Yila and asked, "Did something happen?"

"..."

Yila smiled helplessly, then quickly suppressed his inner frustration, returning to normal as he said, "I just doubted the correctness of my dreams for a moment, just got stuck in my thoughts... Seeing me cry, it’s quite rare, isn’t it?"

It was indeed very rare.

Or rather, the likelihood didn’t exist in the Demon King Territory, or even in the imagination of anyone who knew Yila... Their minds couldn’t imagine the possibility of Yila crying at all.

If Satan Ye cried, that might be more likely... Even then, Satan Ye only cried on the day her father died, and maybe never after that.

"The correctness of dreams, huh..."

Tipcapu said, blinking, "I think Master Yila’s dreams shouldn’t be wrong... Even if they were, it wouldn’t be a big deal."

Is that so? Thank you, but... it still doesn’t work.

Yila judged so, smiled warmly, and nodded in gratitude for Tipcapu’s comfort.

"Then, I’ll take my leave now. I wish Master Yila a good dream... Hmm, I think Master Yila’s dream should be something Master Yila truly loves, regardless of right or wrong."

Tipcapu, saluting, began to slowly fade within the room, tilting her head slightly with an encouraging smile on her cute face: "Just like how Master Yila once consoled me—"

"Love what I love, that’s it."

"..."

"..."

"..."

*"Love what I love," indeed, that’s true...*

Yila mumbled to himself, slowly revealing a smile on his face. After an awkward chuckle, he looked at the completely illegible drawings on the table and lamented, "Ha, I got consoled by my own words."

Yes, right or wrong doesn’t matter... Thank you, Tipcapu.

"If I redraw the plans tonight, I wonder if I’ll make it in time."