I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

Bell, who was lying on the ground, curled up and stared at the round shield in front of him.

"Teacher...I...want to be a hero like you."

"But can I really do it?"

"When will I... be able to stand by your side..."

Siddija, who was walking in the forest, frowned and stopped.

"An eagle would break its wings and throw it off a cliff in order to allow the child to fly higher."

Medusa walked away from the shadow of Siddija and took Siddija's right hand and pulled him forward.

"But I'm just a stupid human being," Siddigar smiled bitterly, "I could beat him to the point of doubting life, but..."

"It's unbearable that his heart is traumatized," Medusa clenched Siddija's right hand. "You're a little too spoiled."

"There is no way. The scars on the body can be removed, and they will be forgotten soon, but the mind is different. Once hurt, it will never disappear. Even if the mind becomes stronger... it cannot be forgotten." Sidika raised her left hand and put it on her eyes, "I don't want Bell's heart to grow because it is covered with scars."

"But you can't do it... Neither the pure white hero nor Sidika can protect the child's heart, because..." Medusa released Sidika's hand and turned to face him. "That child wants to come to you, no matter how many times you fall, you want to be the one you (hero) you dream of."

"Sure enough, should I let go of my hand?" Sidika smiled bitterly and hugged Medusa and continued to move forward, "Watching her students get hurt, watching their pain..."

"In order to one day be able to watch them soar in the sky where no one can reach them, and everyone has to look up," Medusa raised her hand and stroked Hidica's brows.

"Then be proud of them."

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PS Tomorrow, there will be classes from day to night (?д?;?)

Chapter 35 I'm Not Good at Laundry

cemetery?

Why is there a cemetery on the 18th floor?

Hidega looked curiously at the place she had just stepped into.

"Crack--"

The sound of the branch being trampled off resounded behind Sidika, and Medusa quickly dived into Sidika's shadow.

Are you still unwilling to appear in front of others as always?

Shidiga scratched his head helplessly.

"Hidika?" Lyu, who was holding the flowers, tilted her head.

"Yeah, I accidentally walked here when I was lost in the forest," Siddija moved away in embarrassment.

"This is not my place," Lyu shook his head and swept past Siddija, "it's just that my comrades are buried here."

The corner of Hidega's mouth twitched.

Isn't this super bad!Still hurry up.

"I'll leave right now," Siddigar took a step back.

"Wait...wait..." Lyu hesitated for a moment, then raised his hand and grabbed the corner of Siddija's shirt, "Wait...can you listen to me?"

Seeing Lyu's somewhat desolate expression, Sidika sighed and raised her hand to cover Lyu's hand, "I always feel that rejecting you is a sin."

"You... you can refuse," Lyu blushed slightly, but instead of shaking Sidga's hand, she bent her fingers and touched Sidga's palm lightly, and then held Sidga in turn. Ga's hand pulled him aside and sat on the stump.

"I've always been curious about your past," Sidika raised her hand and touched Lyu's head, "but... to expose other people's scars..."

"It's alright, just pretend I'm talking to myself," Lyu grabbed Hidega's hand, "It's just a confession of an ugly sinner..."

Siddija lowered his eyes, the hidden past often has reasons, and revealing it is no different from hurting that person again.

Lyu told a story softly, a story of an elves who set off on a journey because of disgust with the other group in the village.

Hidega has been listening quietly, and the girl's hands have been trembling, because she has uncovered her own past and her own scars.

She left because she hated her self-proclaimed lofty clan, but during the journey she discovered that she... was actually no different from her self-proclaimed lofty fellow, and she still resisted contact with other people.

Here I met the goddess who could touch her. Although I still couldn't touch other people in the family, it was really nice... Even so, no one resisted her.

Those days were her happiest life. Maybe the first half of her life existed for these days. Everyone maintained fairness and justice together. The beauty was like...

Like a bubble dream.

But the dream will eventually wake up, do you wake up by yourself, or is it beaten?

Lyu's hands began to tighten.

Siddigar sighed softly.

The cruelty after beauty hurts more than the wounds caused by any weapon, because the wounds on the soul will not heal, but will only become solid. No matter how far you go, how indestructible the soul becomes, but when you look back, you will see tatters. A rotten heart can't see anything but sadness...

woke up from a dream...

Those who maintain fairness and justice and hope to create a world of peace and friendship have become a thorn in their side. The weak in this world yearn for such a world, but they hinder the strong when they help the weak.

Traps, frame-ups, assassinations, encirclement and suppression, all conceivable, all despicable means greeted their relatives, who maintained fairness and justice, they even destroyed their relatives without any precautions, and she couldn't even do anything about the remains of her companions. Recycling can only be buried on the 18th floor.

The place she finally got home is gone...