The Hero in Exile

Roland still needs a month to mobilize the power of the World Tree, so the two of them began their rare leisure time. (Actually, it took too long to write the two main chapters, so I just posted some sweets and benefits)

"It's so boring, Moran. Are you still going to see the mural this afternoon?"

Lingyu turned over in bed bored, hoping that Moran would accompany her for a while.

Otherwise it would be too boring staying in this palace these days.

Every time she wanted to go out, Liv would send someone to protect her.

It's just that she is too conspicuous. Whenever she eats out, she has to ask her guards to use magic to check for poison.

I can only say that the starting point is good, but it’s better not to set off.

"I'm sorry Lingyu, it's indeed my fault that I haven't been with you these past few days, but I gain some new insights every time I go over that mural."

I haven’t had such an obvious feeling since the last hallucination, but I can still notice something new every time I go there.

For example, he had a better understanding of the power of his demon form, and could even use strands of black energy.

Instead, I have a more limited understanding of my life experience, and my memory begins from a chaotic street.

But can an orphan really have such strong demonic blood?

"Then go ahead. I'll just talk casually. And if anything happens, be sure to tell me so you don't bear the pressure yourself."

Every time Moran comes back, he will cause trouble for Lingyu's own changes, as well as the black energy that feels the opposite of power.

"Thank you Lingyu."

Moran opened his arms, and Lingyu happily hugged Moran's arms, feeling each other's warmth.

Ling Yuke of course knew Moran's hardships, the future of his tribe, and his own life experience. Even in this situation, Moran would try to come back early, and would bring some small things and his favorite food.

Who wouldn't love such a person?

Lingyu did not do nothing. She went to Roland to ask about the black energy.

He said that the thicker the demon's bloodline, the more demonic power one can use, but he didn't know anything else.

As a result, Lingyu could only listen silently to Moran's discovery today every day, and comfort herself with the flower pot.

……

In the afternoon, Lingyu suddenly wanted to know the details of the first war, especially the demon king who fought against them.

"World Tree! Please listen to my call!"

I can't believe that the Elf King, who is busy with government affairs all day long, has to try to use his power to help them. It's really heartbreaking.

But I have to persuade him not to rush things and to take it slow.

"Senior Roland, I'm here to see you."

The air seemed to freeze the moment the door opened.

"Ugh?"

"Ugh?"

Roland inside looked young, holding a staff and making some second-year student gestures. The most important thing was that Lingyu didn't sense any magical energy in the room.

"Oh, I'm in the wrong room. I'm leaving now."

Lingyu read without emotion.

"It's not what you think. Even if you lie, you should still have some feelings."

After Roland's explanation, Lingyu finally believed that he didn't have any abnormal hobbies, and was just recalling his youthful and high-spirited self.

As a result, Lingyu came just when I was reviewing.

At this time, Roland returned to his old and frail appearance.

Rather than asking about the details of the battle, Lingyu was more concerned about how Roland did it.

"How did you manage to look younger just now?"

"You're talking about this, this is the magic shapeshifting that I created when I was young.

It's useless, just use magic to shape it on the outside. As long as you use magic to sense it above you, others can still sense it, but there are not many people with magic power higher than mine."

Roland felt very proud when he said this. He had used this magic to sneak into the demon tribe and ruined many of their plans.

"Senior Roland, can you teach me? I want to learn. Please!"

Roland naturally agreed as he looked at the excited girl. As a senior, how could he not help when the junior asked for help?

At this moment, Lingyu had a bold idea in her heart, to give Moran a big surprise.

I hope it's not a shock.

……

"Lingyu, I'm back."

Moran returned to the room and immediately became alert when he saw the person sitting on the bed.

"Who are you and where is Lingyu?"

A young man appeared in their room.

"It's me, Moran, don't you recognize me?"

The boy turned his head and his voice was 70% similar to Lingyu's, and he had the same eyes as Lingyu.

"Lingyu?"