Flillian, I want to live.

Chapter 34: You can catch the cicada, but you can’t catch the summer

"Xinmeier, Haita, wait for me..."

On the fence of the melon field, the young man, who was grabbed by the collar by the angry owner of the melon field, stretched out his hand towards his companions. However, in despair, he only saw two figures, one blue and one green, holding the watermelons they had just stolen, running happily into the woods.

In the village where the future hero lives, there are three guys who are considered problem teenagers.

The child king Xinmeier, the little bad boy Haita, and that guy whose name is something.

Among the three people who grew up together, the boy who was always casually called "the one with the what-name" was the least noticeable one.

Compared to the brave Xinmeier and the clever Haita, he always seemed particularly clumsy.

But this did not prevent him from becoming best friends with the other two.

He thought life would continue like this.

Until that summer night a few years later.

The three people who went fishing in the mountains as usual were busy all day, but in the end they came back empty-handed as usual.

Although they got nothing, the three of them were still talking and laughing.

Until they reached the hillside covered with Cang Yue grass next to the village, the three of them looked at each other, and then lay down on it together with telepathy.

The cool evening breeze blew past their faces, and amid the chirping of cicadas, the three of them looked up at the brilliant starry sky in the summer night. Although they had nothing and were unknown now, their hearts were happy and satisfied at this moment.

"Hey, have you thought about what you want to do in the future?"

Looking at the meteor streaking across the sky, Xin Meir, who was lying among the three people, suddenly spoke.

"The future?" Haita pushed up his new glasses. "I suppose I should continue my monkhood, climb the ranks of the church, and eventually become a bishop and enrich myself..."

"Is that so? What about you?"

Xin Meir turned his head to look at the boy lying on the other side of him, and asked him about his dream with a smile.

"I, my words..."

The boy was stunned for a moment. He had always lived an orderly life and had never considered such a problem before.

"Maybe I should inherit the family pottery shop or something..."

The boy said a little embarrassedly.

"Don't just ask us," Haita said, speaking to the embarrassed boy. "Xinmeier, what do you want to do now? Becoming an adventurer or something like that, right?"

"As for me, I want to be a hero."

Xin Meir looked at the starry sky above his head and spoke frankly about his dream.

"Hero? Haha~ Are you going to defeat the Demon King?"

The boy was amused by Xin Mei'er's words. Although he knew that his friend would not be content with mediocrity like himself, the answer he gave still exceeded his expectations.

"Stop joking, Xin Meier, can't you be serious?"

Haita also expressed his dissatisfaction to Xinmeier with a look of disdain.

"I'm not kidding," Xin Meier stretched out his hand, grasping the seemingly unreachable stars in the sky. "One day, I will obtain the true sword of the brave, and then defeat the devil with my own hands and become the brave who saves the world."

Sixty years before the death of the brave Sinmeier.

In a simple workshop, the neatly dressed Xinmeier took Haita to the back of a man who was sitting in front of a potter's wheel and shaping clay with his hands.

"We're leaving."

Xin Meir looked at the man who was making pottery seriously and said goodbye to him with a smile.

"Really? Bon voyage, Sinmeier."

The man carefully placed the set of bowls he had just made on a wooden rack beside him and calmly said goodbye to his former playmate.

"You really don't want to join us?"

It’s not that Xinmeier didn’t invite men to be his companions.

"Haven't I already told you that? I'm different from you," the man lowered his head, looking at his muddy hands. "I don't have the talent for fighting monsters, nor do I have a brain as smart as Haita. In your team, I will only be a drag on you like before."

"So what? You're one of the few people in the village who believes I can become a hero. You're also my important partner. Even if you're not that good, I don't mind."

"Don't you want to be the man who defeats the Demon King, Sinmeier?"

The man suddenly raised his voice.

In the yard outside the workshop, there stood a huge stone full of gaps.

In order to become Xinmei's companion, the man once trained in the yard day and night.

However, he ultimately failed to split the boulder.

"If it were you, you would definitely be able to find a better partner."

The man reached out and grabbed a piece of clay, placing it on the pottery wheel in front of him.

"I understand."

Xin Meir turned around and heard the man's awareness from his words.

"Ah, right."

The man seemed to remember something and called out to Xin Meir who was about to turn and leave.

"Take the kettle hanging behind the door with you on the road, Simmel."

"is it?"

Xin Meir reached out and took down the ceramic kettle that had been tied with a rope.

On the front of the kettle, there are three little people holding hands drawn in a somewhat abstract and simple way.

"Remember to come back, Xinmeier," the man turned around and looked at his friend, who was dressed in a white robe and as detached as the Cangyue grass. He wiped his dusty cheeks with his hands, "After you defeat the Demon King."

"Ah."

At this point, Ed suddenly stopped.

"In the end, the brave Xin Meier never returned home, let alone fulfilled the promise he made that year."

Ed reached out and forcefully peeled off the blue wig that was stuck to his head.

"Not only that, but as time went on, and the elders in the village who knew about the incident passed away," said Ed, who usually smiled, but a heavy expression appeared on his face. "Everyone began to suspect the man who claimed to be the brave Xin Meier's childhood friend."

"You said you knew Xin Meier, so why don't you ask him to come back and let everyone see the Brave Master?"

"Come to think of it, you've always said that you have a good relationship with Xin Meier, but do you have anything to prove it?"

"Hey, hey, hey, that old guy must have made up a story to deceive everyone just to attract attention~"

Faced with all kinds of rumors, the man did not make any excuses for himself. He continued to make his pottery silently every day until the end of his life.

"You know what? The name Xinmeier means sky."

Ed bent down and picked up a handful of dust from the ground.

“People always look up at the sky, but how many people look down at the earth that gave birth to them?”

Ed opened his hands and let the autumn wind slowly carry the gravel in his hands away.

"I lied to you, Fulilian. I am not the son of the brave Xinmeier, but the son of that poor man whose name is not even remembered."

Ed confessed his identity to Fleury.

"After my father passed away, I always hated the so-called hero who had forgotten my father and his hometown. Until ten years ago, a black-haired magician girl suddenly visited my hometown."

Chapter 35: The Fear of Being Ruled by Naughty Kids

Just when the proofs were about to be made, a black-haired girl suddenly pushed the door open and broke into the small pottery shop at the entrance of the village, breaking the tranquility.

"anyone there?"

The girl looked around the shop in front of her in the weak sunlight of the evening, but could not see a single person.

"Uh...what do you think?"

A man's painful voice came from behind the door.

"Eh……"

The girl slowly turned her head and found that Ed, who was going to lock the door, was sitting on the ground holding the bolt.

That was the first time Ed met the girl.

After inheriting the pottery shop and workshop left by his father, Ed also inherited his father's dull and almost uneventful life.

If there is anything that has changed about this shop since the passing of its original owner, it is probably the portrait of the brave Sinmel that the owner had always hung in the shop as a decoration.

"Cang Yue Grass?"

So when the girl who called herself Guter told him what she was looking for, a complicated expression appeared on Ed's face.

"Yes," Gutter nodded to Ed, who had kindly taken her in for the night. "I heard it's a flower that blooms here."

"Then I'm afraid you're a little out of touch, Miss Magician," Ed's eyes unconsciously glanced at the box enshrined in front of his father's shrine. "The Cangyue grass plant became extinct from this continent decades ago."

"Is this so..."

Gutel seemed a little lost. Although more than one person had told her this along the way, it was still a big blow to her to hear from the people in the hero's hometown that the Cang Yuecao had become extinct.

"When I was a child, I once saw Cang Yue Grass."

It seemed that Ed felt a little sorry for Guter's sad look. Out of comfort and curiosity, Ed told him about the Cang Yue Grass.

"Really? Where did you see him?"

After hearing what Ed said, Gutel, whose hope was rekindled in his heart, asked excitedly.

"It's on the hillside next to the village."

Ed closed his eyes and his thoughts went back to his childhood.

It was an ordinary summer day, and his father suddenly had the idea of ​​taking him to the mountains to fish.

Although my father boasted about his excellent fishing skills before they set off, they still came up empty-handed that day.

On the way back to the village, when passing by the weed-covered hillside next to the village, the sharp-eyed Ed discovered a unique blue flower.

Although it was the first time he saw it, he was immediately attracted to the flower.

"What kind of flower is this?"

Ed raised his head and asked curiously to his father who had followed him.

"what……"

The fishing rod in my father's hand fell to the ground.

At that time, Ed didn't pay attention to the expression on his father's face.

"Cang Yue Grass..."

Ed first heard the name of this little blue flower from his father.

"Is it a rare flower? It should be very valuable, right?"

Ed said excitedly, feeling somewhat proud of his discovery.

"No, it's not a remarkable plant. Just over a decade ago, every time this season came, this hillside would be covered in Cangyue grass flowers."

However, his father poured a bucket of cold water on Ed's head.

"What? That's boring~"

Ed sat down on the ground and said with some disappointment.

"It's been a long time since the Cang Yue grass has bloomed here..."

Although he described the Cang Yue grass as very ordinary, my father still squatted down and dug out the Cang Yue grass that had quietly bloomed among the weeds with his bare hands while speaking.

My father planted the Cangyue grass that Ed had discovered in the yard in front of the house and took good care of it.

As the days passed, the Cang Yue grass in front of my father's house bloomed more and more with the change of spring and autumn, from the initial one to a whole field.

"Next summer, let's transplant the Cang Yue grass back to the hillside where we planted it."

For a father who was content with being ordinary, it was one of the few moments Ed saw his face light up.