Chapter 1845 She Cried

"Sarah...your name is Sarah!"

When she woke up in this world, this name was engraved into her soul, and it has followed her for hundreds of years.

In Hebrew, this means "princess, nobleman, noble maiden", which made her gradually understand that her birth is of great significance to creating her own master.

Yep, at least that's how it should be at first when the two first look at each other.

"Cry! Cry for me!"

Flawed by birth, completely emotionless - the failure of the alchemical work sends Sarah's creator, Phillips, into a frenzy. The first time Sarah came to this world was not a warm embrace from her family, but an unreserved slap in the face.

She still clearly remembers that slap at the time was very painful, very painful, and she was a little overwhelmed by the pain. Pain, however, did not arouse any emotion in her, because she had no emotion at all.

So, the master went crazy.

For three days in a row, Sarah followed behind her master, quietly watching the world and him at the same time. Those three days didn't mean much to Sarah, she just followed silently, that's all.

The master was studying alchemy, so she just watched him from the sidelines, in a daze; the master was too tired from the study, coupled with many times of mental agitation, and fell asleep, so she also learned to lie on the side; the master Woke up, drank a glass of water indiscriminately, and then continued to devote herself to selfless research, then she also tried to pick up the dirty water glass and take a sip.

Well, the water stinks.

So, yes... the first three days Sarah was "born" in this world were meaningless.

Except on the third night, that last moment—

"kill me!"

This was the third sentence the master said to her after giving her life...an order that could not be refused, which made Sarah, who was still ignorant at the time, pick up a sharp knife and slit the master's throat with her own hands.

"Phillips?"

For some reason, these old memories surged up from the depths of her heart, lingering in Sarah's mind constantly.

Didn't you still follow Mr. McLean's suggestion just now, touching the black door and trying to perceive the power inside the door? where am i now Why do you think of these things?

"...Phillips."

Sarah suddenly felt that there seemed to be something else gushing out along with these memories—it was a very surging, very turbulent, and very oppressive feeling at the same time.

Sarah began subconsciously calling out the owner's name, Phillips von Hohenheim.

The genius alchemist who created her and gave her a precious name, or maybe the middle-aged man who can be regarded as her "father".

Every time I said that name silently in my heart, the sudden feeling became stronger and stronger, constantly stimulating Sarah's tighter and tighter nerves.

"Is this...'love'?"

Suddenly, Sarah couldn't help but whispered to herself:

"Phillips, I miss you."

...

Is this love?

I don't know, and Maca doesn't quite know either.

The so-called "love" has many different forms, it can be happy or sad. Maca naturally dare not say what the relationship between Sarah and her creator Phillips should be.

Therefore, Maca just quietly watched Sarah with her eyes slightly closed, listening to her muttering softly and talking to herself alone.

After a while, Sarah slowly opened her eyes again, retracted her palm on the door, and touched her already wet cheeks.

After staying in a daze for a while, Sarah turned her head slightly, looked at Maca and said:

"I cried?"

"It looks like this," Maca nodded, "and shed a lot of tears—remember to drink some water later to rehydrate."

"I'm crying..." Sarah ignored the joke behind Maca, as if she was still immersed in that strange feeling, she said in a daze, "Phillips, did you see that? I cried."

As she spoke, she touched her face again. The red and swollen finger marks left by that slap back then have long since disappeared, but the burning pain seems to have never gone away.

His master only left her three sentences in his life, and the three sentences represented three orders. Until now, she finally did the only order that she failed to complete.

"However," Sarah paused for a while, before saying again, "Mr. McLean, this feeling is not good... There seems to be something like 'feeling'—"

"It's kind of scary, isn't it?" Maca said, "That's why Dumbledore said that it may be the most powerful and terrifying power in the world-although it is not 'the most powerful'. It’s easy to say, but other than that, I quite agree with the professor’s point of view.”

Sarah heard the words, nodded, and then said:

"So...Mr. McLean, is my soul complete now?"

"Oh, no, it's not that easy." Maca immediately shook his head and said, "Now feel it again, do you still have the feeling just now?"

"Hmm..." Sarah closed her eyes and pondered for a while, and then said, "It seems that there is no more, and there seems to be a piece of emptiness in my heart."

"So, this is just an opportunity for you to get used to it. If you really want to complete your soul, you have to wait for me to fully understand this room, and then see if it can be done."

"yes?"

Sarah blinked, then raised her hand and wiped her face with her sleeve indiscriminately, and then stretched her hand towards the black door again, as if she was a little greedy for the feeling of having emotions just now.

"Wait," Maca grabbed her hand quickly, "I said earlier, don't get too immersed in it - 'love' can also be a kind of 'sin'."

"But... I miss him."

Seeing Sarah's dazed but still clear eyes when she said these words, Maca suddenly thought of Luna who had similar eyes for some reason.

After a slight pause, he couldn't help reaching out and touching the top of Sarah's head, and said with a smile:

"Don't worry! Whether it's joy, sorrow, or even pain... it should be yours, it's yours, and you will taste them one by one sooner or later. But even after you really have human feelings in the future, I will I hope you can not be too paranoid, because any kind of emotion is very precious, remember?"

Before he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the closed black door again.

"Okay, anyway, let me take a look at its true face first!"