The Protagonist’s Sister Is Actually The Strongest Chapter 247: Chapter 237: Every Demon Was Once A Innocent Child

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Chapter 237: Every Demon Was Once A Innocent Child Listen While Reading: 隔世一梦 (和声伴奏版) ----- “Hah…” The Heavenly Demon woke up, opening his red eyes the next morning. He slowly walked out of his bed and stretched. Despite the nanobots still being present, the rest of his body had been almost fully healed from the exhaustion and damage he received in Anna’s fight. And above all, the stamina he had been losing over time had recovered slightly, enough to make him feel refreshed. However, the thing he felt the most was not any of these. No, he felt a strange, fluttering feeling, which brought him back to his youngest years. He looked through the window of his room, the calm breeze washing over his feathered face and his beak. “How long has it been since I was treated like that? With so much care... By someone else?” His eyes, which were often sharp and had a slight hint of insanity, were now melancholic, calm, and slightly doubtful of his previous convictions and ideals. What Anna did to him wasn’t merely healing; she took care of him, made sure he felt well and good, and did everything possible for him to recover. It was a show of affection similar to what someone would receive from a family member, from a sister, a mother, or a grandmother. “Why am I remembering these old feelings I made sure to never recall now?” Although he was an orphan from a young age, he at least lived his first four years with his parents. From the foggy memories he had of them, he could still remember his mother, a beautiful and small crow lady, humming to him as she took care of him when he had caught a strong fever. “Everything will be alright, dear~ Mama is here for you~” When he was nothing but a little chick that needed the help of his mother to take care of him, he could still recall her gently sitting by his side, changing the handkerchief over his head to regulate his temperature, and feeding him vegetable soup full of medicinal herbs. “Ma… ma…” “There, there, drink your soup slowly. One spoon at a time. You’ll get better soon, alright?” “Gulp… Its bitter…” “If it’s bitter, it means it works~!” “Hmm…” The Heavenly Demon recalled those old, foggy memories, which he thought he had already forgotten, with great pain. The emotions he had attempted many times to forget, to hide below his new persona, resurfaced one after another. His heart was beating faster as he felt… weak, weaker than he had ever felt before. He remembered his mother, a gift he never thought he would receive. His beloved mother. “Mo… ther…” The old crow, who was thousands of years old, began to cry. He remembered her as the first person who ever showed him affection. Tears constantly flowed from his eyes as he covered his face with his own hands. “Mother…!” He kept crying like a young boy; it felt… freeing, as if he was finally letting go of something that had been within him this entire time. The sorrow, the nostalgia, the happiness—everything is mixed together. He felt more alive than ever before. “Hah…” He laughed. “My disciple, you’ve made me cry twice now…” He looked into the sky. “You have truly and utterly defeated this old man…” Despite having thought that forbidding his emotions was the right path to supremacy, many times he was proven wrong. And now, as he experienced all the emotions he had bottled for thousands of years, he felt a strange epiphany. His understanding of the world, of its balance, of the heavens, the earth, the elements, and Yin and Yang. Slowly and steadily, he began to comprehend more. This whole time, forbidding his emotions was what was making him weaker. “To accept oneself is to never forbid oneself.” He laughed. “I never accepted myself this entire time! Despite always saying I was being myself, I was lying to myself. I wasn’t being true to my own feelings; I bottled them! I… I’ve been a fool.” The powers that surged from his hands looked different; the Demonic Ki he had refined thousands of years ago, which seemed dull to him before, had changed. It