Go Washing Clothes With Little Daughter...
The morning breeze blows and shakes the rose petals in the rose field. In a world that has forgotten sin… a simple house stands in a field of roses.
The wooden door opened… a silver-haired woman came out carrying a basket of clothes in her left hand, while holding her little daughter's hand in her right hand.
This morning, Marry El Rose took her little daughter, Caelan El Rose, to wash clothes in the clear river of the Rose Valley. The mother of one walked calmly, a faint smile on her lips when she heard her little daughter humming along the way.
"La...la...la...
Lala...la...laa...
Laa...laa...la..."
The birds chirped as if they were singing along with a little daughter.
"tirili... trilili.. tiiriilii..."
"Go wash clothes with Mommy... Hooray! Hooray!" hummed little Caelan cheerfully. The little girl was jumping around on the soaked ground in the dew.
"Be careful, honey! The ground is slippery. Don't slip," Marry said gently.
"Okay, Mom," little Caelan said.
The mother and daughter continued walking… step by step… until they reached the Rose Valley river.
"Shhh…"
A clear stream flowed between the rocks. The clear river flowed along the Rose Valley. Marry approached the riverbank… she looked down and saw her and her little daughter's reflection in the calm water.
She lowered her laundry basket. Then she turned to her little daughter.
"Honey, I'm going to wash the clothes first. Caelan wants to wait for Mama, or does Caelan want to play first?" Marry asked her little daughter.
Little Caelan's blue eyes sparkled as she looked at the rose field by the river… then she looked back at his mother.
"Mom, I want to play in that flower field," She jumped up and down in the air… pointing to the rose field.
Marry giggled at her little daughter's cuteness.
"Mommy will wait here. Caelan can play there," Marry stroked her daughter's hair, "But Caelan has to be careful with the rose thorns."
"Hooray!" Little Caelan laughed happily. "Caelan will be careful, Mom."
Little Caelan ran into the rose field.
"Be careful. Have fun, honey!"
Marry smiled as she watched her daughter run into the rose field.
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Washing Clothes While Watching Over Her Little Daughter...
Marry took her laundry basket and sat on a rock. The river flow was clear and calm, perfect for washing used clothes.
Marry soaked her clothes in the river water and rubbed them on the rocks. Her hands were so skilled at washing clothes in the river, while occasionally watching her little daughter play in the flower field by the riverbank.
From the outside, people would only see her as a young mother washing clothes. But in every stroke of her hand on her clothes, there was actually a deadly execution technique that had executed evil tyrants and shaken the continent of Eldora.
Marry continued to watch little Caelan play in the flower field. As little Caelan picked a rose, Marry called out softly and firmly:
"Watch out for the thorns, honey!"
"Yes, Mom," Caelan replied cheerfully. She carefully plucked a rose stem.
Marry smiled. Her face was soft and affectionate, like a typical young mother, not like a cold, murderous executioner.
A few moments later... the sun began to rise overhead. Marry gathered the clothes she had washed and put them in the basket.
"Mom, look! Caelan made a rose crown!" Little Caelan shouted as she ran to her mother. In her tiny hands was a circular crown made of grass and decorated with roses.
Marry walked over to her little daughter. She lowered the laundry basket... crouched down... picked up the rose crown and placed it on her little daughter's head.
"My little daughter is the queen of Rose Valley."
Little Caelan blushed... then hugged her mother. "And Mommy is the great queen of Rose Valley."
Marry was silent for a moment. The great queen… those innocent words evoked memories of Marry, once known as the Blood Rose Queen who judged evil tyrants… but now she was just the young mother of a cute little girl.
Marry smiled faintly… she picked up the laundry basket and took Cealan's hand.
"Let's go back home."
"Okay, Mom."
The mother and little daughter left the clear riverbank and returned to their warm home. When their footsteps had faded away… all that could be heard was the quiet gurgling of the river.
"Sruusshh…"
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Going to the Market with Little Daughter...
In the afternoon... Marry took her little daughter to the village market.
"Caelan is going to the market with Mama, right?" Marry asked softly. Her left hand was holding a shopping basket.
"Going to the market, Mom?! Caelan wants some red apples," Little Caelan said with sparkling eyes.
Marry chuckled. She stroked her little daughter's silver hair.
"Be a good girl, Caelan. Mama will buy you some red apples after we shop."
"Hooray! Let's go to the market, Mom!" Little Caelan tugged on her Mama's right hand. She couldn't wait to go to the market.
The mother and little daughter left their simple house and stepped by step towards the village. They walked down the hill... at the foot of the hill, a simple village stood peacefully, where farmers, shepherds, and weavers lived honestly and hard.
Marry led her little daughter into the village... her footsteps led her to the village market. Stalls were neatly lined up. Vendors were busy selling their wares to customers. The customers were busy haggling over prices.
Marry walked from stall to stall, buying various necessities: beef, salt, sugar, and vegetables. As she shopped, Marry kept a close eye on her little daughter. Her right hand held her daughter's tiny hand, ensuring she wouldn't let go or get lost.
Finally, the footsteps of a single mother and her little daughter led them to a fruit stall. Various fresh fruits such as apples, pears, mangoes, oranges, and strawberries can be seen on display at the kiosk. A friendly grandmother greeted them.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Marry! Is little Caelan here today, too?" the grandmother selling fruit greeted.
"Good afternoon, Grandma Dora!" Marry said calmly.
"Good afternoon... Grandma Dora!" little Caelan replied.
Little Caelan looked up at Grandma Dora... then she looked at the apple with sparkling eyes.
Grandma Dora smiled, picked a red apple... she crouched down... and handed it to little Caelan.
"It's for you, honey."
Marry stepped forward to hand Grandma Dora a silver coin. But Grandma Dora refused.
"Not this time, Mrs. Marry! You helped us so much yesterday. The farmers secretly praised you for keeping their fields pest-free and the soil fertile. You must have been secretly using that 'power,' right?!"
Marry didn't answer. She just smiled faintly. She never revealed her identity to the villagers.
But she often provided small assistance, such as purifying the land, healing livestock, and marking the ground with blood roses to ward off pests. Gradually, the villagers came to believe that Marry was "blessed" or risen.
Marry gently patted her little daughter's shoulder.
"Honey, say: 'thank you' to Grandma Dora."
"Thank you, Grandma," Caelan said innocently.
"You're welcome, honey," Grandma Dora said kindly.
Marry smiled at her little daughter's politeness.
"Mom..." Caelan's tiny hand tugged at the hem of her dress. "When Caelan grows up… Caelan will help people like Mommy."
Marry's eyes widened… she paused… she sighed, and then smiled faintly.
"Caelan is such a kind little girl. Mama is proud of you."
"Caelan will study hard so she can become a kind, helpful girl like Mommy," Caelan said innocently.
"Good. Caelan is indeed Mama's daughter," Marry said, stroking her daughter's head.
"Hehe…" Caelan smiled cheerfully, enjoying her Mommy's caress.
But Marry looked up at the sky.
"Don't grow up like your Mama. Caelan must grow up to be a good girl," Marry muttered to herself.
She still vividly remembered the bloody memories… when her hands weren't used to caress her little daughter… but to drag evil tyrants to the public square to be judged. How the screams of the victims were clearly recorded in every drop of blood…
Marry remembered it all… in a world that had forgotten its sins.
She prayed sincerely, hoping that her little daughter would grow and become a kind girl and not follow in her bloody footsteps.
" Mrs. Marry, you are very lucky... to have a sweet and kind little daughter like little Caelan," said Grandma Dora sincerely.
Marry smiled… she looked at her little daughter… then at Grandma Dora.
"I am indeed lucky… Caelan is such a kind little girl," she said sincerely.
The golden rays of dusk brought warmth to the mother and her little daughter. They continued chatting with the friendly grandmother selling fruit before finally returning to their home.
That day… after seven years, once again, peace enveloped Rose Valley. For normal people accustomed to living in peace, it was an ordinary day.
But for Marry El Rose, who had witnessed the darkness of the world, that peace was priceless. She was grateful to be able to live in peace with her little daughter… at least for today.