(I always think it's weird to call Slane, the protagonist is still called Amya, and Slane is the name of the official occasion)

"You're late. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info" looked at Amya as she walked into the training room, Zaz Barum said with a frown.

“。。。 Something comes to mind. Amya's voice was obviously suppressed to get up, this problem caused the old minister a headache for almost ten years, and finally found a solution, that is-

"Poof!" The minister's right hand instantly held the sword, and after a short accumulation of strength in his left leg, he pounced like a cheetah, and the fighting energy blessed by the ghost energy slammed into the face of the ignorant Amya. "Are you awake?"

Rolling and flying several meters and crashing against the wall, Amia answered him with action. I saw that her hands did not move, and the light flickered, and she was already holding a Jean standard long sword in her hand when she recovered from the mural state, and the light flashed again, and the long sword was already covered with blue energy. It was the projection magic she was best at before. Amya holds the sword in one hand, bent her legs and waits for it. This is the early morning routine between the tool and the owner.

"First lesson, swordsmanship." Zaz Barum stepped forward, the blue ghost energy on the sword was distributed between the red fighting energy, he raised the sword and slashed hard, Amya was not afraid to swing the sword against the blade, between the collision of the tip of the sword, the red sparks mixed with the blue energy fragments burst out, during which the collision sound of "Qiang" was quickly covered by the explosion of the ghost energy against the bombardment. Before the sparks fell, Amya's figure had disappeared from Zazbarum's eyes. The minister was not panicked, and stabbed straight at the place where the wind came from on the right, his head slightly tilted to the left, and the tip of the sword was once again entangled with blue energy, and there was another "bang" collision. The blue energy was once again extinguished by each other, equal, but the power from the sword and the small amount of remaining fighting qi were transmitted to the body through the hilt of the sword, and Amya, who was in the air, was light and weak, lost her balance and flew several meters backwards, falling to the ground. "Can you not use the Void? Hide your strength and want to beat me? Zazbarum, who had not moved, rushed forward again, and the sharp blade was dodged by the girl in a tumbling way. Before she could get up, Amya threw her long sword forward, and her body retreated again with the force of a throw, and the minister swung her sword away from the flying sword, and her body speed stagnated slightly, and the girl took the opportunity to retreat. When the battle was good again, a standard long sword glowing with blue light appeared in his hand. "Peel off your scars with the void? Open the plug-in guy. "In the interval of respite, the girl mercilessly mocked the minister's strong strength." I'm not going to give you a chance to squash me. ”

The girl believes that the revenge of killing a girl cannot be resolved for a lifetime, and although the father on the other side can't bear to kill himself because of his own value, his life in the past ten years has proved his hatred for himself all the time. If it weren't for the help and dissuasion of his adoptive father, Dr. Troyette, his spirit would have collapsed long ago. The Minister and the Doctor were slow to tell her how to use the Void Energy, and all she could figure out was to combine her previous use of projection magic to increase the strength and destructiveness of the weapon. However, at least when facing the minister, his master-level, that is, what Fanyin calls an epic-level fighting spirit and a fairly high master-level ghost energy authority, made his Void Energy useless. And once he uses the Void Energy when he fights with him, Zaz Barum will be like seeing a female enemy, no, he was originally the murderer of his daughter, it should be said that seeing the energy that had devoured his daughter, Zaz Barum will release his full strength and beat himself hard to the point where he has one breath left, so that he has to stay in his adoptive father's cultivation tank for a day. On the third day, he was able to deprive himself of his lunch break on the grounds that he didn't do yesterday's training. And in the face of himself who only has gold-level fighting energy and has just liberated the gold-level ghost energy authority, as long as he doesn't use the void to provoke his bottom line, he will not use his fighting energy and authority higher than his own. After all, Minister Zazbarum wants to train a useful tool, not a shaky M who can only be beaten.

In a flicker of thought, the two of them once again put on a posture. This time it was Emia who attacked first. She waved her hand again and threw the long sword, and at the same time her footsteps moved continuously, and at the same time, the light in her hand flickered, and every now and then a standard long sword came out of her hand, and was thrown out as a consumable. In order to save his physical strength, the large darts without the ghost energy attached to them were no threat to Zazbarum, at most they only slightly hindered the movement of his feet. "Flower shelves." One by one, he pulled away the long swords he thrown, and in the face of the attacking girl, the minister exerted a little strength, and faced Emia's long-awaited oblique slash, and at the same time, when the tips of the swords intersected, the muscles in his legs burst out with powerful mobility and rushed forward. Amya was caught off guard, and she pressed both hands on the hilt of her sword to fend off the minister's onslaught, and the wrestling herself clearly did not have the upper hand. Emia, who was knocked against the wall, quietly activated her skill, and Zaz Barum, who had been staring at her, used the same skill almost at the same time.

"Ancient Magic: Ghost Walk."

"Ancient Magic: Ghost Walk."

"Lesson 2, Ancient Magic." The minister's voice came from his ears, and Amya, who had just ghostly dodged the blade of the minister's sword, was shrouded in blue and red sword light in front of her eyes again, and she was caught off guard, and she opened the empty door under the slash, and her lower abdomen hated to eat Zazbarum with a kick. Amya flew out again.

"Tsk. . . Ancient Magic: Healing. A strange spell that violated the laws of magic ignored the chant, and the green glow eased the pain in the abdomen. Before Emia, who was spilling blood from the corners of her mouth and standing up with her sword, Zazbarum's sword was once again pressed in front of her. Gritting her teeth and rolling sideways to avoid the minister, the girl held back the pain of her abdomen hitting the ground again, threw the long sword again, and then rushed forward after the long sword thrown, the light of her right hand flashed, and once again held the new ghost energy long sword. Facing the girl who hit him directly, Zazbarum thought about it for a while, and he already knew it. "Are you already unaware of the gold-level clearance?"

In the face of the stabbing attack, the minister also pointed a sword in his right hand at the girl. However, Amya strangely ignored the blade of the sword that was approaching her, and the horror and confusion in the minister's eyes fell into her red eyes.

"Ancient Magic: Barrier."

"Ancient Magic: Barrier."

The two yellow hoods blocked the swords that stabbed at each other. "What! He.. Do you know I'm at the Gold level? ”

Under Amya's shocked gaze, Zazbarum slammed the long sword out horizontally, aiming directly at her face, if she was drawn, Amya would definitely lose her combat effectiveness, that is, she would be declared defeated.

The powerful long sword gradually slapped Zazbarum's right side towards Emya's left cheek, and the horizontal shadow of the sword was reflected in Emia's bright red pupils, and along the sword shadow, the minister saw the unwillingness, fear and... Eager to hide? "That's not right!"

The light flowed, and Amia's left hand once again had an extra standard long sword, and Zazbarum's sword slapped horizontally, and her left hand folded fiercely to a strange angle, but the attack was finally prevented. Before the minister could retract her sword, Amya swung her sword again with her right hand, and the blade successfully pressed against the skin on Zazbarum's shoulder and stabbed slightly.

"Ancient Magic: Flash."

Zazbarum, who had retreated a few meters, lowered his sword, and Emia threw away the sword as well, allowing it to turn blue into energy and return to her body. "What are the new moves you learned after reaching the gold? . . ." After a moment of silence, Minister Zazbarum regained his cold appearance, "You have surprised me 'again', are you a second sword?" ”

“。。。 It's amazing. Amya ignored him. Seeing the high-level ancient magic that can only be used by high-level privileges for the first time, Amya is immersed in its powerful functionality. "The second method that doesn't need time to chant at all."

Ignoring the girl's self-talk, Minister Zazbarum continued: "But you can only score eighty points in this battle. Although you typed my flash (dog author: so familiar words... Today is your victory, but your final blow should not be merciful. For Amya, Zazbarum was merely treating her as an unfinished tool, "I need a tool that I don't need to show mercy to." ”

“。。。’ Amya didn't reply. She silently walked to the other side of the training ground, retrieving several other projection swords.

"You can go." Zazbarum waved his hand impatiently, urging Amya to leave. Amya left silently.

"My dear, my Worein, am I right to deceive her like this?" Seeing the departure of the white-haired and red-eyed girl, Zazbarum muttered, "The two-year observation period and language learning are not counted, the first five years of studying in the Jean Library are not counted, and the time for her to really practice martial arts is only three years, and she will reach the gold level (author's note: Compared to the Van Yin Continent, it is an intermediate warrior, ordinary people need to start training from a young age, and it will probably reach between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five or six, of course, geniuses are no longer among them.) Fighting spirit. Coupled with the weird void, is such a monster really something I can control? ”

"But for the sake of your revenge, hell, I dare to break through." Zazbarum said, throwing away his sword and slowly pacing out of the training ground.

―――――――――――――――― dividing line――――――――――――――――――

"Daddy." The little girl walked into the doctor's lab.

"Good morning, Amya." Dr. Troyette came out to greet him with a smile, but the smile turned to worry after seeing the girl, "Did you get hurt so much in training today?" ”

The injury that had just barely stabilized with a treatment technique recurred again under the big action of the second knife, the corners of the girl's mouth were covered with blood again, the twisted left hand was hideous and terrifying, and the right hand that was still intact pressed the abdomen intentionally or unintentionally, but although the injury was miserable, the girl threw herself into the doctor's arms and gave him a bright smile: "It's okay, Dad, today I played a flash of the chicken chop minister, so he was a little heavier in annoyance." ”

"Alas, you guys..." The doctor lovingly and carefully put down Amia, ignoring his smear against Zazbarum, "This kind of injury, your precious two hours will have to be wasted." ”

"It's better than the last time I lay in a broken jar all day." Burying her head in the doctor's coat, Amya moved her head lazily, her snow-white hair rubbing against her equally snow-white coat.

"Really, they've all grown up, and they're still so clingy." The doctor reluctantly touched Amya's head, "Alright, it's time for you to 'get out of the pot'." ”

"What does it smell like today? Spicy or sour? ”

"Nothing! This kid, you're so happy to cook it yourself. ”

"Obviously, Dad, you don't have artistic cells, so you made the cultivation warehouse into a pot...

"Ahaha...

"Alright then, Dad, tonight's dinner is boiled Amya."

"Haha, I'm reluctant to eat it."

Laughing and talking, the doctor led the little girl into the depths of the laboratory.

I don't know when I got up early in the morning and was trained by Minister Zazbarum in the name of being beaten up, and then found my adoptive father, leisurely soaking in the training cabin and watching him do experiments, sometimes he was attacked by the rampaging ghost energy and turned into an explosive head, and sometimes he got carried away after success, rolling and rolling, these activities became his daily routine. Compared with the hopeless five years of library life, these three years of swordsmanship training are much more interesting. Although because of Zaz Barum's decision, the doctor, who already has a son, has an illegitimate daughter, and his reputation has been affected to a certain extent, but he has been staying in the laboratory and really cares about her, and gives her warmth with practical actions. Whether it was the warm embrace that ran in the middle of the night when she was haunted by nightmares in the first two years and handed her a cry, or the daily correspondence greetings during the five years of the Hell Library, the personal visits every two days, or the warm voice of the flat falling flowers and flowing water during the three years of swordsmanship training, Amya was firmly attracted to the memory of her father. It was only in front of the doctor that Amya was a real ten-year-old, not a half-green young man.

"Hey, Dad, can you tell me more about my brother?" Emia, hanging upside down in the cultivation chamber, grimaced.

"Okay." The Doctor fiddled with the device in his hand without looking back, "Speaking of Heatscliffe, do you know his ideals? He is currently studying at Jean's Academy of Spectral Energy and Magic, and according to him, his goal is to catch up with our genius researcher in Jean. ”

"Catch up with her?" The girl sneered mischievously, "How is that possible!?" She was only 18 years old, and she became a national science and technology adviser like you, a doctor. ”

"Heathcliff is only 17 years old now... No, how can you compare that golden retriever to me? "Being compared to others by his beloved adopted daughter made the doctor feel strange and unspeakably unhappy, "That little golden retriever bastard just won these honors by virtue of the contribution of one project of ghost power, but I won four Jean Contribution Awards for four projects of linguistics, sociology, ghost energy, and mechanics." ”

"Don't you say that, Acerine!" The upside-down Amya turned over, her bright red eyes stared at Troyette, and her eyes were full of dissatisfaction with her adoptive father's ridicule of her friend, "It's a good family to be the granddaughter of the chief, if this is placed in Fanyin, she is a princess!" ”

"If the key is placed in Fanyin, she should be married, how can she have time to study and experiment." The doctor said helplessly, "You should know these customs and common sense, right?" Have you forgotten all your knowledge ... ”

"I just didn't think about it for a while! Hey, Dad! Don't change the subject! Tell me more about my brother! ”

"Got it! Got it! Let me think about it ... Well, I thought... ”

"Forget it, I suddenly don't want to hear it." Amya suddenly covered her ears and turned her head, "You must have made it up." ”

"It's too much!" The doctor couldn't help but laugh, "I've been thinking about it for a long time!" ”

"I just don't want to hear it anyway." The girl who couldn't calm down turned back again, "You better tell me about you and the chicken chop minister." ”

Amya has always wondered, as one of Jean's most important scientists, the treatment must be not thin, why would she live in someone else's house all year round? Moreover, as Jean's military minister, Zazbarum was inevitably a little too close to him, and even the room of Amya, who was his adopted daughter, was in the minister's official residence, and the room with the sign of his brother's name Heathcliff was also upstairs in Amya. Moreover, in addition to the task of the state, no matter what experiments the doctor wants to do, Zazbarum will undertake it as soon as he can. However, this is not very expensive for him, who is still tenacious with the governor of Noxus.

“。。。” The doctor was rarely silent, "Amy," the doctor used his nickname, "you are still too young, too simple, there are some things that we adults can do." ”

Although because of her intoxication with her father's love and the influence of her body, Amya behaved childishly and lively in front of Dr. Troyette, this does not mean that her IQ has also gone offline. Hearing the depression and sadness in the doctor's words, the skinny girl did not insist any longer. There are some things that should be borne by one person, burying the pain and pain deep in the heart. Just like what you're doing.

"But, Silk!" The Doctor rarely called out the name that Amya had been forced to install, "You can't touch those darkness, but that doesn't mean that these darkness don't exist, and you will one day, uh, maybe you won't be able to grow up." Thinking of the results of his observations and research, the Doctor grimaced, "But one day you will go out and explore, and at this time, you will face these shadows." You must be prepared for this, and when that time comes, you must not forget your original ideals, and you must not forget your own heart, you know? ”

"......" wanted to tell the doctor with a cute look that she didn't understand, but for some reason, when she was stared at by the doctor's hopeful eyes, Amya unconsciously stood up in the training cabin and replied solemnly, "I remember, father." Thank you for your teachings. ”