I grew up known as a good child.

I heard that when I was a child, I was sweet and cute, with long eyelashes, blonde curly hair, and beautiful blue eyes, like a miniature version of my father.

A lot of people like to tease me.

I have a strong sixth sense, and I can easily distinguish between good intentions and bad intentions.

Therefore, I can always avoid those malicious teasing, and then repay them in other ways, showing my innocence with aggrieved expressions.

My father saw through my behavior and told me how to make friends.

Well, how could those ordinary people be friends with me - that's what I thought at the time, and I don't know where it came from.

My father said that people can't be too willful, and willfulness always has a price, and told me a lot of days when a lone wanderer was bored to death and lonely all his life.

It's scary to listen to.

Well, I'll make friends with them reluctantly, but the weak don't deserve to be friends with me!

My father also said that the weak should not be friends, but if it is convenient, we should help them.

I don't understand why.

Father said that without the foil of the weak, how can we appear to be strong?

It makes sense.

So I can do a little favor and be polite to people, which is my cultivation, and that's what I said to my father.

Later, the eight virtues of knighthood were learned in class.

Humility, honesty, mercy, valor, justice, sacrifice, honor, soul - what is learned in the classroom.

There are a lot of people I don't understand, it's okay in front, I don't like that sacrifice very much, I question father, why do we sacrifice for others? Isn't our life our life?

The father said that there is no father who wants to teach his children to learn to sacrifice, and if he can't beat him when he encounters danger, he doesn't need to ask him about the rest.

I was super curious, and I hugged my father for a long time before my father said that sacrifice is not for others, but for responsibility and love.

I don't understand, my father said that he wouldn't understand it until the time came.

So confused.

My father is always very busy, but no matter how busy he is, he will find time to accompany me, music, painting, magic, and writing are all taught by him, and my learning speed is very fast, Imidir has helped me calculate, three hundred times that of a normal person.

No matter how thick the book is, I will remember it after reading it once, and no matter how many words I write it once, I will not forget it, and I can use it exactly after reading the martial arts.

My father made me learn a lot, and his teaching was very good, it was my favorite story to listen to, because there was a lot of scattered learning, so my strength was only several times faster than that of a normal person, almost the level of an ordinary genius.

It's a pity that my talent for music is not too high, but painting has a lot of potential, so since I was a child, I have always been the first in our class, and I have been in every subject.

Of course, geniuses have no friends.

By the year I graduated, my father didn't hesitate to kick me into the army, saying that it was time for Kitty Hawk to fly.

Well, the actual combat assessment is also part of the advanced exam, so I'm not afraid.

Then I met Alain.

The aggression of purgatory has become a norm, and when I encounter contrasts, I know the difference.

Compared with those sad and desperate people, I used to live in heaven for so many years before, when I became a captain, when there were comrades who fought together and died in my arms, I knew that there is not only family affection in the world, friendship is no longer a thin word, when others entrust their lives to you, the weight of responsibility, let me understand what my father said about sacrifice.

Life is beautiful, and my father did everything he did to let me know life.

I finally understood what my father was trying to protect for.

I believe that I will do better than my father.

Until I met Alain.

In the beginning, Alain was an ordinary person, but it wasn't the first time I saw him when he met me.

When I was in Sunny Haven, he sneaked through the sewers into the convent where I was temporarily staying, and took away my dinner, thin and small, with wet eyes, and although he was very hungry, he did not take the meat directly, but drank the thick soup first, and bandaged the wounds on his body with the clean cloth and holy water on my curtains.

But when I thought about it, he was discovered by the monk, and stealing the holy water was punishable by death, and he ran away when I stopped the monk.

Otherwise, when he hit me with a stone, although I was too tired to open my eyes, it would have been no problem to slash back with a sword.

Alain is very smart, he keeps up with my thoughts effortlessly, and he is the one who worries me the most here. I tried my best to learn the priest's spells, but his physique and holy light were actually repulsive, but it was useless for me to persuade him.

He was always restless, slept very little, and one day he wished to take a bath with the water I had left, and there was no barrel, which he hadn't washed in a long time.

How can you use the rest and wash it together!

After washing, we slept together, and he slept next to me, and he wasn't scared at all.

It's so rewarding and satisfying.

He still likes to hold me, so much, but the bones are so good, and I have to try to help him raise the meat.

His favorite thing at night was to hold his hand and teach him to write, as soon as he learned to write, he could write poems, and he wrote very beautifully, such as "The night gave me black eyes, but I want to use him to find the light" - how pious, how kind, how yearning for the light, the Holy Light even directly gifted him to change jobs, from a commoner to a priest, and he did not have to be an apprentice.

We gradually took over the chaotic fortress, and although everyone didn't eat much, he would try to find rats, snakes, cockroaches, and bats to eat for me, and it tasted good, but his expression was ugly when he ate it.

There is too little food, and although we have been arranging for the civilian to retreat, we still haven't raised his meat, which is worrying.

Of course I don't dislike him, but why is he so lost?

What is the plastic surgery he is thinking about?

Later, there was a big surprise, and the demonic army broke through the defense line, although it was only one, and it was not something that the two of us could resist.

When I stayed behind, I finally understood what my father was talking about.

For duty, for love.

Having something more important than life is not a burden, but a gain that is more precious than life.

But why did you come back, Alain? _(:з」∠)_

When I died, my father had resurrection, and you died...... Well, my father also has resurrection.

……

Later we separated, and my father said he should be dead.

How is it possible, I will definitely find him, as long as I want.