Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1943 - 587: Miss Anne Who Waited Through the Long Ages_2

Chapter 1943: Chapter 587: Miss Anne Who Waited Through the Long Ages_2

The room wasn’t large, but Leonard Churchill looked at it for a long time.

He didn’t know how much time had passed before he finally ascended the staircase to the attic.

This used to be the highest point of the woods, with a wide view that allowed one to overlook nearly the entire estate from the window.

But now the trees had grown much taller, their dense canopy obscuring the view.

With no people around, the terrace had become home to the larks.

The arrival of a human didn’t disturb the larks in the nest.

Leonard Churchill gazed, unsure if they were the descendants of the lark he saw a century ago.

Thinking of something, he pulled out a pile of letters and drew out one.

It read: "Something interesting happened today. Do you remember the bird’s nest outside the treehouse window? Haha, today I discovered that the lark I fed last year returned, and it brought its mate along..."

Leonard Churchill looked at it, the corners of his mouth slightly curving upwards.

He sat cross-legged on the ground and went through the letters one by one.

"Mr. Sunny, even though I know it might be a long, long time before we meet again, I still fear that one day you might suddenly come back, and I won’t be here, missing you. That’s why I’ve often stayed in the treehouse these days. Just in case, if I open the door and see you, it would be such a surprise..."

Vera Williams had spent a long hundred years in this study, year after year of waiting, writing letter upon letter.

Not waiting for a reply, that girl still foolishly waited.

"Sunny, you know, every year when the roses bloom, I return to the estate and stand under the flower wall of the small chapel, thinking about how we once took pictures here..."

"It’s been ten years, Sunny, where are you..."

"..."

"This year marks the fifteenth year of our separation. Oh, although I don’t want to tell you, I’ve recently had a serious illness, it’s very bad, and I’m afraid I won’t see you..."

"Sunny, time flies so fast, I’ve waited fifty years now, still without any news from you. The passage of time has made me forget so many things... I’m so afraid someday I’ll forget you too... But I can’t bear it. Even if I forget everything, I don’t want to forget you..."

"It seems like we only parted not long ago, but unconsciously, it’s been sixty years... The latter half of life feels like a reflection of time, constantly reminding me of my youth. No matter how the years change, I still feel those were the happiest and most joyful days of my life..."

"..."

While reading, Leonard Churchill’s eyes grew moist, the handwriting blurring before him.

It was as if he could see a girl, leaning over a desk, writing down her memories bit by bit, wanting to send them to "Mr. Sunny," who she knew would probably never receive them.

Despite having read them many times,

Leonard Churchill still eagerly read each word, one by one.

As he read, he occasionally muttered "silly girl" to himself.

The words carried grievances, bitterness, longing... and also fervent love, which in Leonard Churchill’s eyes now, transformed into palpable strands of the Time Rule.

Time hadn’t erased those beautiful images from memory; instead, it had distilled them into something even more fragrant.

After finishing all the letters, it felt as if he had accompanied that foolish waiting Miss Anne through a long hundred years.

In Leonard Churchill’s gentle gaze, there was a warmth like the spring breeze, and it glimmered with deep yearning.

As he read, a thick stack of letters had already piled up beside his hand.

Without even realizing it, the Time Rule in the room had grown as dense as waves, clinging like viscous water.

Leonard Churchill opened the last letter and read the final farewell letter Vera Williams had written to him at the end of her life.

"Leaving these letters isn’t meant to make you sad. Instead, I want to let you know that because of your presence, my life has already been very happy, and I have no regrets. Moreover, I want to tell you that when writing the letters, I often felt as if you were right beside me. Reading these letters, do you feel my presence too? Haha, in that way, we’ve accompanied each other for life, haven’t we? But from now on, there’s only you left, so take good care of yourself."

Looking at the delicate handwriting on the letter paper, Leonard Churchill’s gaze was filled with a gentle smile that turned into a meaningful depth.

As if he could see that girl, smiling brightly at him.

Time is truly magical; even though separated by a hundred years, reading these letters makes it seem like he really spent a long yet brief lifetime with her.

Life is long, with a hundred years of longing, waiting year after year;

Life is short, as if an entire lifetime could be written with just this stack of letters.

Unconsciously, Leonard Churchill had transitioned from the small Third-order Card Master he once was to touching the pinnacle of human transcendence, the Ninth Tier.

Looking back, countless scenes in memory flashed by as quickly as a fleeting thought.

Leonard Churchill touched the ultimate secret of transcendence, and at this moment, the Universe Law in his eyes was exceptionally clear, "Is this time... really so miraculous..."

Time manifested before Leonard Churchill’s eyes, placing him in an indescribable Intention Realm.

Memories surged like tides, with those images gradually turning from intangible to a realm where reality and dreams were indistinguishable.

Without realizing it, Enlightenment flickered frequently: "In your sudden realization, you’ve touched the secret of the Time Rule, proficiency +..."

"Is time relative..."

Immersed in that state of journeying through the River of Time, Leonard Churchill instinctively recalled the words of the Witch Lanlingster.

What he couldn’t accurately comprehend before now felt like a pinprick bursting a balloon of constraints, giving way to a flood of sudden realization and Spirit Light.