Chapter 141: The Mirror of Malice and the Humiliated Love
The Sorcery of "Insult and Beggary"
The night was so profoundly dark that even the moon had hidden itself in terror of the grandmother's (Diyari's mother's mother) sorcery. In her lightless chamber, the grandmother stirred a mixture of poison and ash with her withered, trembling hands. This time, she wove a curse designed to turn every sacred element of Diyari's love into something grotesque. It was the spell of the "Inverted Mirror"—a magic that ensured whatever Diyari did would appear opposite and loathsome in Rina's eyes.
Diyari stood in the courtyard, his body exhausted and his clothes torn to rags. He had fought through the entire night just to bring a piece of bread and a bouquet of wild flowers for Rina. But as he entered the room, the magic took hold. Rina looked at him, not as her hero, but as a worthless beggar who had wandered in from the gutters.
Rina: (With an intense, biting revulsion, as if staring at filth) "What is this beggar doing here? Diyari, look at yourself... how pathetic you are! Do you truly think that with these rags and that mindless face, you can capture my attention? Your grandmother is right; you are just the remnant of a man with no dignity left. Why do you circle around me like a hungry dog?"
Diyari, his voice thick with agony, extended the flowers. "Rina... these are flowers. I plucked them for you under the rain... please, look at them. This is the sign of my loyalty!"
But in Rina's eyes, those flowers transformed into a rusted dagger dripping with fresh blood. She recoiled in terror and rage.
Rina: "You bring a dagger to me? You want to kill me? You are so ill-mannered that you even carry a weapon against me inside our home? Get out, you spineless beggar!"
Tears Transformed into Mocking Laughter
Diyari could no longer endure the weight. He fell to his knees and began to sob uncontrollably. His tears fell like rain, and his gasps shook his very chest. He wept for the immense injustice he had suffered, for the betrayal of his own family—his grandmother.
Diyari: (Screaming out) "Rina! I am weeping for you! My soul is burning for the state we are in! Please, look at my tears; they are the lifeblood of my heart!"
But the spell warped his voice. In Rina's eyes, Diyari wasn't weeping; instead, he was laughing loudly and obscenely, mocking her.
Rina: (Screaming in fury) "Why are you laughing at me in such a hideous way? Has my pain become a source of amusement for you? How cold-hearted you are! I am suffocating here in the mist, yet you look at me like a demon and laugh? Your grandmother is right—not only are you ugly, you are the most mindless man I have ever seen!"
The Peak of Diyari's Madness
Diyari became like a madman. He began to strike his head against the frozen ground. He felt the exact agony of being a victim: the cruelty of striving to be your best while being perceived as the absolute worst.
Diyari: (With a primal roar) "Oh God! What is this? I weep, yet she says I laugh! I am faithful, yet she says I am a traitor! Grandmother... may the hand that wove this spell perish! Why do you burn my soul? Why is life so meaningless? I tried to be the best for everyone, and look at me... I am ruined! I have become a beggar in the eyes of my love!"
Diyari looked at the child, and in the child's eyes, Diyari appeared as a terrifying monster. He felt his mind was on the verge of exploding.
Diyari: "Rina... if I am a beggar, then I am a beggar for your love! If I am ugly, it is because your pain has made me so! Let one mistake of mine be the price for my entire life, but I will not give up! Let the whole world and my family call me ill-mannered; I am still here! I will be the beggar who refuses to leave until my love fills my hands with the truth!"
Rina turned away in disgust and took the child. Diyari remained alone in that room, filled with the echoes of magical laughter and the reality of true tears. He felt a loneliness that could drown a man, yet like a wounded lion, he swore in his heart to burn his grandmother's sorcery to the ground.
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