Diablo's Destruction Miè Chapter 454 I Will ...... Always guarding you!

This book is passionately determined. …… (Dragged away by onlookers)

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"Old Mu. Over the years. Thank you for your hard work. ”

I don't know when. The Great Elder had already walked over. Gently patted in the kneeling pit. The dwarven king's shoulder said, with tears streaming down his face.

Maybe. Muradin gave up his talents and talents. This act of taking on an obligation. It is often seen in the human world, but for a dwarf. But it's commendable. That's all. It's enough to make people admire.

"No way. There is no such thing as the best of both worlds in this world. ”

Muradin wiped away tears. More and more dwarves are coming. He couldn't cry. The king's most basic dignity must be maintained.

"This giant gate. What should I do? ”

I stared up and towered in front of me. There are thousands of meters of blood-red hell gates. I deeply felt my insignificance.

"It should have been Aenarith who forcibly fused the last of the Gates of Hell together. Just destroy it. The war was over. The Great Elder stared at Hell. Speak.

"yes. It's over. And so it ended. ”

Muradin muttered distractedly. But. And how many things are lost forever in this war? A war. Maybe it can't be ended. It hurts. It will stay in my heart forever.

Just when I wanted to step through the gates of hell. Destroy the magic circle inside. When you buy another rough gemstone. The whole world suddenly began to shake.

"What's going on?"

I barely managed to stand on the undulating ground. The puzzled gaze looked at the Great Elder who was in his eyes. I felt the whole world tremble.

"Oh no, the gates of hell have changed."

The Great Elder's face suddenly changed, and he pointed at the gate of the huge hell and shouted. Look down his hand. The huge blood-colored vortex in front of him was undulating and twisting like a wave. It seems to be going to crack at any moment.

"Get out of here first."

The Great Elder made a decision at the moment. Helping up Muradin, who had fallen into a weakened state due to the use of the transformation, fought with a large group of dwarves. Stumbling away in the midst of a strong earthquake. I don't care about my own image anymore.

I finally ran out of more than ten 'miles. I felt that the ground was shaking weakly. We just stopped. Look back at the gates of hell.

At this time, the gates of hell are even more twisted than they were just now. It's like a shadow that was originally reflected on calm water. Suddenly, the surface of the water was like a big wave. Distorted and scattered. Fusion. Digestion. Each one is changing. It's completely unrecognizable as a whirlpool-shaped hell gate.

"Probably because Ainas forcibly fused several hell gates. Inherently unstable dìng. It is then interfered with by the energy of the dwarven energy cannon. There was a mutation. In the end, without the suppression of Ainarith, it began to fall apart. ”

The Great Elder stared at the ever-melting gates of hell. Calmly judged.

"What will happen in the end?"

Aenarith, the designer of magic, is dead. It is also the Great Elder who is most familiar with the situation in front of him.

"There are two outcomes. One is to split back into the gates of hell. The other is to cause a big bang. The entire gates of hell are completely gone. ”

The Great Elder's eyes never left the collapsing gates of hell for a moment. Said unhurriedly. It could be heard in his tone. The second fruit is undoubtedly the most reassuring.

Explode. It's a hundred. I watched intently as the gates of hell changed. I muttered silently in my heart.

That's when it happened. Hell has changed dramatically. It's like ice melting into water. Slowly dissolves and slumps down. Suddenly, a violent red light burst out. A few red rays of light swept up. Heading straight for the Divine Punishment Mountain Range.

"Not good. Or split. The Great Elder's face changed. Shaking and sighing, he said.

"But these gates of hell don't have the support of the magic circle. It shouldn't last long. ”

"I don't think it just happened to fall into your village." I looked in the direction of a few red lights. He asked worriedly.

"Look at the degree and speed of those red lights. It shouldn't fall on me. When the time came...... "The Great Elder looked at me hesitantly.

"It could fall to the other side of the plain of despair. That is, near your demon fortress. ”

No way!!

"There's no rush. It's not possible that by such a coincidence, it just happened to fall into your demon fortress. Defend with a swarm of demons. It's not as good as our Dwarven King's City. But deal with a few monsters of the gates of hell. There is absolutely no problem. ”

See my anxious face. The Great Elder couldn't help but sigh with relief.

"That's wrong. But...... Great Elder. And that's the end of the matter. Allow me to return to the Demon Fortress first. ”

After speaking. I won't wait for him to return. Then he turned around and walked away.

When the Great Elder disappeared behind them. I transformed into a deer spirit. Hurried in the direction of the demon fortress. Ran all day. Finally entered the adventurer's training area. I don't hesitate. Cancel the transformation. A scroll back to the city. The figure had disappeared into the vast plain of despair.

Get out of the teleporter. I immediately looked at the faces of the mages and guards near the teleporter. I found that none of them were abnormal. only to breathe a sigh of relief.

Just took it at a glance. Not carefully. Now let's take a look again. only to find out. The mage in charge of the teleporter. It's still that bad luck method. He saw my gaze on him. The bitter water on his face was about to be squeezed out.

"What a coincidence. How are you again. "I greeted each other politely.

"Yes. I can meet an adult again. It's my pleasure. The unlucky mage bowed modestly. I secretly added two words at the end of my words - weird!

I don't know that the spit skill I learned because of my own reasons is now a mage with a skill level. Something on my mind. Look left and right at the surrounding and be peaceful. He asked.

"That's right. Has anything happened these days? ”

If you ask, your lord. Something did happen. I heard about yesterday's hunting event. In the depths of the prairie on the outskirts, a few suddenly appeared

The colored gate poured out, and the monster almost rushed the adventurer's ground line under the efforts of a few adults. Most of them still withdrew to the demon fortress, and it is said that four or five adventurers died. ”

The mage gave me a cautious look. He knows who I am. It was not uncommon for four or five adventurers to die in Camp Rogue. But in the Fortress of the Demons. But it's no longer a trivial matter.

Master Jue's own account is too plain to say. But. Because they belong to different systems. Four or five adventurers were sacrificed. It's true that it can't touch his feelings too much.

"That's right. And what about those monsters now? ”

I sighed slightly. Although the Gates of Hell did not appear in the Demon Fortress, they were just in time for the hunt. How should I describe it? Misfortune among the lucky? A blessing in misfortune?

"The monsters are still surrounding the fortress. But there are already mages and Amazons who are slowly cleaning up. I heard that the monster is also starting to split inside. Cannibalism began. I guess I'll be fine soon. ”

Seeing that I didn't pursue it. The mage breathed a sigh of relief. Hurriedly answered.

"yes, that's right. I'm sorry for you. I patted the mage on the shoulder. Then he ran towards the fortress gate.

Looking down from the top of the Demon Fortress. In fact, tens of thousands of monsters have firmly blocked the dangerous stone ladder leading to the suburban prairie. Mages and Amazons standing next to me. Shooting magic and arrows down leisurely. It's just the same as brushing the experience. And among the monsters. From time to time, you can also see a scene of falling against each other.

"Gesen. What about Gerson Oscar. This hilarity. He didn't want to make a kick. ”

I'll look left and right. There is no Oscar. It comes to mind that the mage said that four or five adventurers were sacrificed. My heart tightened. Darkness wouldn't be so coincidental. So he hurriedly asked a familiar mage next to him.

"Brother Wu. What's back? You ask Boss Oscar, and he doesn't seem to be in a good mood. Now it's nesting in Bloody Beauty. ”

A few kilometers in the air. Stand outside the walls of the fortress. The wind was blowing. The mage raised his voice and said loudly.

I see. I felt a little at ease. But I wonder if Oscar, the wild monkey, will also be in a bad mood. Could it be that he was infected by Muradin. Stuck in a low ebb?

There will be no big surprises here. I turned around and ran in the direction of Bloody Mary. Open the bar door. A dark and decadent aura rushed towards him. Look inside. There are not many adventurers. Threes and threes are happy in twos and threes. It was much quieter than usual.

Took a turn around the whole bar. I finally saw Oscar's back in a corner. He crouched on the table. He also held a glass of ale in his hand. A golden yellow liquid flows from the rim of the glass. Streaming fills the desktop. It also soaked his chest and face as he lay on the table.

The way he looks now. Like a drunk who has been drunk to the point of delirium. It seems that this life is at a low ebb. It's not an ordinary life low*.

"I said Oscar dude. What's wrong with you. If you're not dead, just say it. ”

I sat across from him. Funnily pushed Oscar. Only then did he slowly raise his head. But I was amazed by my face. That usually smooth head. There is already some stubble on the chin. The cheeks are not thin, though. But it's a little blue. Especially those eyes. It was disgraceful. It's like a person who has lost the motivation to live.

Even though I was tricked into drinking two bottles of energy water last time. His appearance is only physically haggard. The spirit is still good. Like a wild monkey. And this time. But it was obviously mentally emaciated.

"I said man. What's wrong with you? "See here. I restrained the smile on my face. Asked seriously.

Oscar lifted his dark, cloudy eyes. Glanced at me. Something seems to have come to mind. There was a glimmer of sparkle in his eyes. But he still hung his head down. I have been supporting for a long time. Only then did he spit out a sentence from his mouth.

"Rhodes. Dead ......"

"What?!"

I didn't understand it myself. I didn't hear what Oscar said clearly. I still didn't react for a moment to what Oscar's words meant. Asked stupidly and repeatedly. The expression on his face suddenly stiffened.

"Rhodes ......"

The brain is a little bloated. I stammered. In the end, I couldn't get the last two words out.

Oscar nodded gloomily. Pour in a sip of ale that is about the same amount of ale in the cup. But he drank too quickly. Choked on his throat. Leaned over and coughed loudly, and said that as depressed as he was, he was as depressed as he was.

"How is this possible?"

, holding his head. He muttered incredibly. I can't help but think back to the sad back that is always surrounded by children in a thin place. and the skeletal wife standing silently next to him.

Rod and I only saw each other a few times, though. But there is no doubt that he made a big impression on me. Or for the first time. So familiar people fade from their side. I can't help but keep my mind normal.

"With his character. I don't think I'll take part in a hunting event. How could it be dead? ”

I'm still a little uncomplacent. Hopefully, the Oscars are just worrying about nothing. Rod. He shouldn't be going on a hunt to be a powerful necromancer. How could he have died for no reason?

"Yesterday when the hunt was held. Several gates of hell appeared. Many monsters poured out of it. Our defenses were suddenly overwhelmed. And there are many civilian children behind him. Rhodes retreated to protect the children......"

Here are the words with a crying voice. Oscar's iron-clad men's tears. It just flowed from his red eyes, picked up the wine glass in his hand and poured it into his mouth. It doesn't matter if the noodles are already dripping with wine.

"Waiter. Waiter. Bring the wine!! ”

He slapped the table hard. The clap of the clap. Cracks appeared on the hardwood tables that were several inches thick. Adventurers from afar looked sideways. One look is the Oscars. Hurriedly smacked his tongue and turned his head.

A delicate waitress. With a look of trepidation, he put a large glass of ale on the table. Then he flew away. A crazy adventure

In the eyes of these weak civilians. Not much safer than a tiger.

And then a little while. Whole remote corner. All that's left is Oscar's gulping and swallowing of the wheat. The atmosphere fell into a sad silence.

"Right...... That's right. What about his wife? ”

I added bitterness to my mouth. Finally asked with his lips squirming. But I knew that I had asked another nonsense. Rhodes, who was summoned, died. Then his skeletal wife has a reason for immortality.

But I didn't expect it. It was supposed to be just a question that didn't need to be answered. It's like turning on a switch. Oscar, who was gulping the ale into his mouth, was shaken. The slanted cup rested on the corner of his mouth. The ale was poured on itself. I didn't notice it at all.

"I'm sorry Rod. I'm sorry Stiebelou. I'm sorry for them. ”

Without warning. Large strings of tears flowed from Oscar's red eyes. He suddenly went crazy. Sweep the entire desktop with a vigorous sweep. Clenched his head and slammed it desperately on the table.

Oscar. Sure enough, and Rod. Even his wife, Stieberu. It's all related. I sighed in my heart. Gave a color to the other adventurers in the bar. They nodded in understanding. He departed with the other terrified attendants.

What adventurer has not been sad about the past. What adventurer hasn't had a runny of pain. Part never to meet again. They've been through so much, too much. That's why I have a responsibility in my heart. That's why I let loose my bones.

Soon. It's just me and Scar. Even if Oscar demolished the entire bar. There won't be any major problems.

Fortunately. Oscar is quite strong. I just went crazy for a while. Disrupted several tables and chairs around. It stopped. Depressed on the ground. The eyes were distracted and muttered.

"Dude. If you don't mind. How about telling me about it? ”

See Oscar quiet down. I sat across from him. Asked cross-legged. He needed a vent. I think. He would be willing to sue me something.

Really. Oscar muttered and looked up. Some of the consciousness of the eyes was restored. The tall and strong body hangs from the dead. Indescribably pale and powerless.

"Me and Rod. Meet at the bootcamp. Come and be a good friend. He began to mumble. The gaze reveals the emptiness of memory

"At the time. We've made appointments with a few of our best friends. After promotion. Just form an adventure squad. Fuck Baltha's ...... together"

Oscar suddenly hugged his head again. He shook in pain. Said intermittently.

"Rhodes got married a few years ago. His wife, Stiebelou. It's a very good girl. I often make something delicious and bring it to us. We all envy this guy Rhodes. I married such a good wife.

Steebelu is pregnant with Rhodes' child. Someday. Her father in the small village of Zig was ill. Steebelu wanted to go back and visit. At that time, De had an important course in the training camp, so he asked me to take Stiebelu away, but later......

Afterward. Halfway through. We met a couple of crusty rats before I had a job change. It's no problem to deal with a crusty mouse. But there were five of them at the time, and there was Steebele next to them. So I broke off right now. Running back with Steebelu on his back. One ran back to Camp Rogg. I thought it was safe. He put down Stieberu. But she fell straight down. A long thorn stuck in his chest. She's eight pregnant......"

Oscar sobbed silently in his words. From time to time, he howls in pain. The entire upper body is already physically lying on the ground.

"I hate it. Five crusty mice. It's just five scleroderm mice. Now I can kill with just one finger. But it made me regret it for the rest of my life. Every night he dreams of Stiebelou's hot blood. The feeling of sticking to my back I'm even more sorry for Rode. Failure to keep promises. Protect Stiebellu. If I had chosen to let Steebelu run alone. Drag five crusty mice first. This qiē will not happen. ”

Cross-legged on the ground. I was stunned for a while. I filmed Oscar who was lying on the ground and howling.

"Dude. Don't be sad. It's not entirely your fault, if I had to choose at the time. I'm going to make the same choices as you. ”

With the strength of Oscar who was not promoted at that time. Choose to run away with Steebelou. Undoubtedly the best choice. If it was for Steebelou to run alone. It was up to him to drag the crusty mouse. Crusty rats are ranged attacks. How can he, a barbarian who has not been transferred, delay? I'm afraid it won't take long to be ejaculated into a honeycomb. Leaving Tibelu an eight-month-pregnant woman in the wilderness. Ten ** don't even know how to die.

But. Perhaps the Oscars are not entirely wrong. If only he had been a little calmer at that time. Thinking of the danger of carrying Steebe's back on his back. Instead, he held her in front of him. Maybe it won't be fine.

But who knows when that needle pierced Steebelou's chest? Maybe it was the moment Oscar hugged Steebelu and turned away. It was too late to carry it or hold it. Hold the ground talk. It's just a step ahead of her death.

A lot of things are unclear. It can only be said that it is providence.

I'm Rhodes. And Steibelu is Veras's words. I might ...... No. Absolutely crazy choice and Oscar will end up together. The love of Rod Stiebelou. Not much less than my love for Veras. He didn't. It is also enough to prove the friendship between two people. And his heart and will.

What happened next. I can already guess what. Steebelou probably breathed a sigh of relief. I met Rhodes for the last time. and soothes Rhodes with the fetus in his womb. Say what Rhodes said to me that day.

- Rod. Don't be sad, dear. See. All the children here. All children on this continent. It's all our children. We are happy. You have to be kind to them. Protect them......

This sentence. directly created what Rhodes is doing now. And in a moment when the line of defense broke through. Come out boldly. Protected the children there.

Although Rod did not look for Scar desperately. But how could they possibly forgive him? Thereafter. Two good friends are strangers. Oscar felt guilty. So I have been avoiding him. As a result, Rhodes switched from a wizard to a necromancer. Eventually, Steebelu was "resurrected......

"Dude. If I were Rhodes. I won't forgive you either. But listen to me. It's really not your fault. No matter who it is. They will all make the same choice as you do. It's this damn fate. In ** we are only"

My words didn't help. He continued to pound the ground with his fists. Solid and smooth hardwood bar flooring. It's completely shattered. Blood trickled from his fingers.

"But. God gave me a chance. I still haven't protected Steebelu and Rod. I could only watch the two of them fall in front of me. People like me. There is no qualification to be a human being at all. Litter. Coward. Bastard ......"

said. Oscar suddenly went crazy and banged his head. Every punch is a lot of effort. Make a thumping sound. By his words. Don't be killed by yourself. is also going to fall into a third-level brain wreck.

"Calm down. Man. What's the matter with giving it to me first? ”

I hurriedly tightened my grip on his hand. Depend on. The strength of the barbarians is great.

Oscar lifted from the ground, his face covered in floor dust, and tears flowed from his colorless pupils. Mixed with snot on the nose. The whole face was in a mess.

He gripped the ground in turn and shook his hand desperately. Shouted loudly.

"You know what? Did you know? Steebelu is actually alive. Her soul remained in the skeleton, silently guarding Rhodes!!! ”

It was as if he had found an outlet. Tell the story of yesterday's events like beans.

As always. A hunting activity unique to the Demon Fortress. There are still many adventurers participating. Those kids. Also standing on the line of defense, as is customary. His face did not change as he watched the ugly monster surging towards him. Talk out loud about what kind of career you want to be in the future.

However. Just when the hunt was at its most intense, hell fell. Far away in the rear of the monster army. Suddenly, several blood-red and hideous mouths opened. A large number of monsters poured out of it. The adventurer was only blinded for a moment. It was engulfed by monsters that had multiplied several times. There is no shortage of high-level long-range monsters such as the Knights of Destruction, which are at least encountered in the area of the City of Divine Punishment.

The sturdy line of defense was in jeopardy for a moment. Luckily, adventurers are experienced. They retreated under tremendous pressure. It's time to get back to the Demons. Even if there are a hundred times as many monsters. And they are not afraid.

But. They were able to evacuate safely. But the civilians who live here can't. Especially the children who were still stunned on the defensive line.

Rhodes appeared. He bought a little time with the bone wall. The children were saved. And then stand on the high line of defense. Like a beautiful music conductor. Use your skills to all the monsters in that area like art.

Necromancers are inherently battlefield masters. And Rod has brought this advantage into full play. It was the power of one person. Hold a large area. It almost stunned the adventurers who were busy retreating. When did the Demon Fortress appear so NB Necromancer?

Not far from the Oscar. Seeing that Rhodes was actually holding up an entire area by himself. I don't care about the relationship between two people who are strangers. hurriedly killed a bloody road and rushed up to meet him.

While manipulating the battlefield with bone walls and various cursed skills. The corner of Rod's eye skimmed over the few who were saved by himself. Children who have stepped into a safe area. I couldn't help but smile slightly.

The gentle smile was like a father seeing his child safe and sound. The spooky necromancer smiled. It is more like a peony that blooms in winter. It's impressive.

And then. He didn't find out. Hundreds of ruined knights have been mixed in with the knights of doom. Quietly approaching him. And then. Hundreds of magic. Bloom with brilliance. Envelop him.

This moment. Rod's face illuminated by the glow of magic. Without the slightest panic and fear. Still smiling. There was a look of exhaustion and relief in his eyes. Lips murmured. If you know how to read lips. and they will know what he has said.

- I'm so tired. I've come to see you. Steebelou.

"No!!"

Oscar reached out and tried to grasp the distant back. He was still more than a hundred meters away from Rhodes. This is more than 100 meters. It's the distance between life and death.

However. A scene that no one expected happened. Stand next to Rhodes. His wife, Steebelou, knew it. Skeletons have no spirit. Rhodes like that. It's nothing more than self-deception. Maybe even Rhodes thinks so.

However. It's this skeleton that is thought to have no soul. Suddenly stood in front of Rhodes. Hundreds of energy projectiles landed on its fragile bones.

"Kala-"

It's as if time has slowed down. A sparkling skull. As the explosion bounced high. In the air. In Rhodes' glazed gaze. Flipping slowly. Dropped in Rhodes' hand.

Rod looked at the skull in his hand in distraction. The upper teeth bite the lower teeth. If flesh and blood are added. It was probably a subtle smile biting her lower lip. Rod remembered it clearly. Beautiful Steibelou. Always countless times. Gently smiled at himself several times.

His dry pupils suddenly moistened uncontrollably. In a flash. He understood. Steebelu is not dead. She had been looking at herself tenderly. It's ridiculous that I still think from time to time. This skeleton is just deceiving itself.

He finally figured out a question that had been hovering in his mind for a long time. On the occasion of Stiebelou's death. The last sentence left with a gentle smile, even if she used all her strength, she could only shake her lips. Even though Rod put his ear to her mouth. In the end, he couldn't listen to what she had to say, which has always been the biggest knot in Rod's heart.

Now. Rod finally listened. Tears of remorse slid down his face and dripped onto Tibe's exposed skull.

My dear. I will...... Always guarding you.

But. It's too late

All of a sudden. Rod clutched the skull in his arms. Loud roaring. It was worse than hell, and it howled in despair and rage. It even drowned out the sound of fighting on the battlefield. Let all the monsters also show a look of fear.

He looked at the monster at his feet with a hideous expression. The shriveled body suddenly inflated strangely like an irregular balloon

Necromancer's second-order skill [Corpse Explosion]. It is the use of the residual life energy of the deceased after death. Trigger an explosion. The more vigorous the life of the deceased during his lifetime. The more life energy remains after death, the more life energy remains. The explosion was also more powerful.

It's a pity. No matter how the Dead Mage studied. It is also impossible to improve [Corpse Explosion] to detonate the life energy of **. Because these vibrations are mastered and are not controlled by their skills. This is the great barrier that straddles the necromancer.

But. Although the study failed. But it didn't stop the crazy necromancer from studying to the other extreme. It turns out that there is a Lord in the lives of others. Not controlled by their own skills. Then your life can always be controlled by yourself.

Thereupon. It was researched from this. The improvement of the famous necromancer's second-order [corpse explosion] skill - self-destruction. It has become a frightening remnant of life energy after death. can make the corpse explosion exert a huge force. So. The necromancer himself is full of life energy. And what kind of power can it cause?

An adventurer in the Fortress of the Demons. Today, I have seen with my own eyes the power of the fifth-order necromancer's self-detonation. A huge shock Borod centered. Rush in the direction of the monster. Where the shock wave passed. Monster spent. The ground cracked. A strip was formed several hundred meters wide. A huge chasm that stretches into the depths of the savannah on the outskirts.

Imposters within a kilometer of the surrounding area. Also affected by this shock wave. They were all blown out. This is still the monster that Rod consciously channeled the power to the front. Otherwise, these adventurers will be more than just being blown away.

Afterward. According to the statistics of adventurers. This blow blew itself up. Tens of thousands of monsters were destroyed. If it weren't for that. The casualties of adventurers are definitely not as simple as four or five.

Rhodes wasn't dead. All that remains of his upper body is from the chest up. Half of the head is gone. The left hand is also gone. The right hand is still holding the skull tightly. Nevertheless. With the strong vitality of the transferee. In particular, the necromancer's study of life. He still had a breath of air. was dragged back by Oscar, who rushed up again.

And then. There are only a few words left.

"Oscar. I hate it. Hate why you didn't protect Steebelou at the time. I hate it. Hate Steebelu is clearly in me. But he refused to sue me. I hate it even more. I hate myself for why I didn't wake up until now......"

Oscar's last words came out. Three hateful words in a row. It seems to contain the pain of his life. It's so heavy that I can't breathe. The sadness makes people cry involuntarily.

The pain that has been hidden in my heart for a long time is poured out. Although Oscar still looks dead and alive. At that time, there was already a hint of brilliance in his eyes. Not like it was just now. It looks like he's going to stick a knife into his chest at any moment.

"That's right. Brother. Before he died. You also entrusted me with one thing. ”

Just when I was about to leave. Oscar stopped me. Hand me a blood-stained red scarf. Then he lay on the ground as if relieved. I fell asleep. From yesterday all the way to now. His soul was tormented. Already too tired. It's so tiring.

I clutched my scarf in distraction. Even the Assassin Latin, who came out of a dark corner. A grateful pat on my shoulder. Didn't notice. He staggered away. I don't know how I got back to the hotel. and when he went to sleep. Just when you wake up. But there were two clear lines of tears on his face.

The next day. I came to Rod's grave. A small and inconspicuous corner. Next to his tablet. There's another small sign. The words "Steeberu" are engraved on it. It should be from Oscar's handwriting.

A ** sat in front of him. And a lot more. Veras's. Little ghost's. Sarah's. A man muttered to himself. Finally, take out a small gold chain. Caressing the small spar. The words engraved on it were already blurred in my eyes.

I will...... Always guarding you.

I don't know how long I've been in this position. Until the sound of broken footsteps interrupted my thoughts. Look up. It is a few years old.

They saw me. A timid look was revealed. But he still walked up slowly. Trying to ignore my save. Kneel in front of Rhodes' grave. A somewhat yellowish bouquet of flowers grasped by their warm little hands.

The bouquet is not pretty. But in the Fortress of the Demons. Want to find a flower. But it's harder than finding a precious piece of ore. It's harder.

"Uncle Lot......"

A few of the children began to talk. I interrupted them suddenly

"Would you like to call him Daddy?"

A few children looked at me in amazement. The one who took the lead hesitated. Nodding.

"Uncle Rhodes is even better than Dad. We all want to call it that. I just don't know if he wants to. ”

"He'll be glad to do it." I laughed.

Hear me say that. There was joy on the faces of the children. Happily re-posed. He clasped his hands into fists and prayed.

"Daddy Rhodes. Listen to me. Recently......"

Rod. If your soul is still there. I guess I'll be happy, too. Look at the children who are happily leaving. I stood up. Pat the stock. Staring at Rod's tablet.

And then. Take out that red scarf. Gently put his and Stiebelou's tablets together. Turn around and stride away.

Since then. The emaciated figure who often plays on the street with small children. The skeleton that never left it. Gone forever. Instead...... The figure of a barbarian.