Flillian, I want to live.

"Why are you so sure?"

Ed couldn't understand his father's persistence.

"Because he is Sinmeier."

However, his father gave him a simple answer.

"So what? He just stole watermelons with you when we were kids, caught some grasshoppers from trees together, set the village chief's house on fire with fireworks together, and got beaten up with you together. Compared to the legendary adventure he spent ten years on with his companions defeating the Demon King, those little things you mentioned are nothing!"

Compared with his father's mediocrity, what Ed could not accept even more was his father's unconditional trust and support for Xin Meir, who caused him to be misunderstood by the villagers.

"..."

Looking at the excited Ed, his father opened his mouth. He wanted to continue to argue, but finally gave up.

"Maybe you are right."

After a moment's silence, his father finally agreed with Ed's idea.

"Maybe it's really like what those guys in the village said. I was just being sentimental. I connected Xin Meier's polite words before leaving with the so-called agreement."

Although he said this, there was no resentment on my father's face. Instead, he looked very calm.

"But...even if they forget us, it doesn't mean we have to forget them."

As my father spoke, he reached out his hand tremblingly and took down a wooden box from the bedside that he had treasured there for many years.

"this is……"

Ed took the box from his father's hand, and at the other's instruction, he opened the box with some curiosity.

What appeared before him was a bright and familiar pale blue.

Those were blue petals that had been dried, carefully preserved, and piled up in boxes. Ed recognized the name of the petals.

"Cang Yue Grass?"

The box contained the Cang Yue grass that had been killed by the naughty children in the village by pouring boiling water on it.

"Although I can't make the Cang Yue grass bloom again in the back mountain, I still want to at least preserve it in this way..."

My father said so.

"What do you want me to do with it?"

Ed looked at the box in his hand, which might contain the last specimen of Cangyue Grass on this continent, and carefully closed the lid.

"Go and sweep the grave for me. Go to the royal city, to that guy Xinmeier's grave, and scatter these flower petals there."

The father finally expressed his wish.

"what?"

Ed's face showed a reluctant expression at his father's words.

"Promise me?"

His father suddenly grabbed Ed's hand and spoke in a pleading tone.

"I understand. I'll go."

Facing his dying father, Ed couldn't bear to say no.

"Okay... okay... when you get there, you'll understand..."

Even on his deathbed, his father was still thinking about Xin Meir.

"Oh?"

Guter looked at Ed, who was pinched by her neck and pressed against the wall like a chicken, and showed an interested expression on his face.

At this moment, the other party was silently shedding tears.

"Why are you crying?"

Guter had seen many people crying in front of him.

Most of them are instinctive reactions caused by the fear of death.

But the tears running down Ed's face in front of her didn't seem to be that situation.

"Uh……"

Ed opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but because Guter's little hand was strangling his throat, he could only whimper in pain.

"Ah, sorry..."

If it were before, Guter probably wouldn't care what the differences are between human tears.

After all, the taste is the same when you put it in your stomach.

However, this time, Guter let go of his hand and even apologized to Ed somewhat embarrassedly.

"Huchi - Huchi -"

Ed, who had escaped death, breathed in deep gulps of fresh air.

He looked at the demon girl in front of him, his eyes full of vigilance.

"Hey, tell me, okay? How do you feel right now?"

Guter put his sun hat back on his head, squatted down, tilted his head to look at Ed, and spoke to him expectantly.

Chapter 38 When Your Idol Begins to Fall

"It's foggy."

The black-haired girl sitting on the grass looked at the woods that were gradually shrouded in thick fog, muttering as if to herself.

"Humans always seem to feel regret only after they've lost something."

Guter closed his eyes and thought of the man who cried bitterly in front of him ten years ago.

It's ridiculous. No matter how much you want to make amends, the dead people will never know what you have done.

What's the point of dwelling on the dead?

"Am I right?"

Gutel reached out and gently stroked the tombstone in front of him with green vines growing on it.

"Xin Meier..."

at the same time.

In the woods leading to the cemetery.

"Lord Frilian?"

Just as the knights in the advance team had described, not long after entering the barrier, thick fog spread unnoticed.

The thick fog not only blocked Philen's vision, but also seemed to block her voice and senses.

Fulilian, who had been walking not far ahead of her not long ago, had completely disappeared. In the thick fog, Philen was completely isolated.

"Remember, Philen, if an illusion appears within the barrier, do not hesitate, act immediately."

Recalling what Fulilian told her before entering the barrier, Philen clenched the wand in her hand tightly.

She didn't doubt her resolve to attack the phantom, she was just a little curious.

Who will the illusion he is about to see be?

"Phiren..."

From the fog behind him, a voice called out to him.

The one that you cherish and admire most in your heart.

Is it mom? Dad? Or is it the Lord Haita who adopted me?

Following the call, Philen slowly turned his head.

"Hey, this should be the first time we meet, Philen."

However, slowly walking out of the mist was an orange-haired elder sister who seemed to have been resurrected from a statue in the mythological era. She was wearing a spotless white robe like an ancient Greek sage, and her green eyes sparkled with intellect and wisdom.

"Volamei..."

Although he had never seen the woman in front of him before, Philen opened his mouth and subconsciously called out her name.

"not bad……"

Seeing that Philen called out his name, Volame raised his eyebrows and smiled approvingly on his face.

"It seems that Fulilian has trained you well and made you into a decent magician."

This is just an illusion created by the monster. I should destroy her immediately and then go find Lady Fulilian.

Philen's reason told him so in his heart.

"Phiren, you are different from that Fulilian. Only you, as a human, can understand the urgency of the cause we are pursuing."

However, just like the declaration of getting up early and exercising self-discipline starting tomorrow, humans are a kind of hypocritical creatures.

"Flillian is an excellent disciple. She has indeed fulfilled the expectations I placed on her to defeat the Demon King. However, a thousand years is too long for a human."

Volame walked towards Philen step by step with a melancholy expression on her face. Even though her life had passed away thousands of years ago, she was still worried about the fate of mankind a thousand years later.

Is she reading my thoughts?

Philen looked at Volame expressionlessly. She knew very well that the orange-haired woman in front of her was not the real Volame, but an illusion created by the monster. She was just a fake created by mixing Fulilian's memories with her own fantasy about Volame.

"You should understand that magic should not be used for fighting and killing. The era of humanity is coming, and magic should be used as a tool to benefit mankind."

Although he knew that the other party was a fake, Philen still hesitated to attack the illusion of Volame in front of him.

why?

Philen himself was thinking about it.

Was it because I was too weak when I participated in the actual battle for the first time with Lady Fulilian?

"It's wonderful to be able to transcend the shackles of time and see you a thousand years later, Philen..."

No.

Philen raised his head and looked at Volame who finally walked in front of him.

"Same here."

Philen looked at the legendary magician in front of him who had passed down such boring magic as creating flower fields through a mysterious bond across thousands of years, and replied with a smile.

It must be the regret that I won’t be able to meet you who has passed away a thousand years later.

A surge of magic power shot out from the tip of Philen's wand, and after a flash of light, it accurately hit Volame...

thigh.

“Ouch—”

After being hit, Volame fell to the ground with a scream.

Did the shot miss? Was it because the kid finally relented?

Volame struggled to get up from the ground, raised his head and looked at Philen who was pointing his wand at him.

Under her somewhat frightened gaze, the purple-haired girl looking down at her slowly raised the corners of her mouth.

"Since it is so difficult for us to meet, please stay with me for a while before you die, Lord Volame."

Philen said to the seriously injured Volame with a smile.

"No, no, I don't want to die, Philen, wake up, I'm not..."

Volame, who fell to the ground, hugged Philen's thighs with her arms. Her will to survive made her disregard her own face, and she cried and begged for mercy from Philen.

The smile on Fearon's face disappeared.

"I once shattered the illusion of my master who was begging for mercy, even though I'm already used to hearing his pleas..."

Fearon recalled what Freelian had said to her before.

Although it sounded a little strange at the time, Philen now roughly understood what Fulilian was talking about.

"Is this the Lord Volame that Lady Fulilian remembers?"