In the 33rd year of the new calendar, it was the end of winter and the beginning of spring, the cold gradually dissipated, and the east wind warmed up.

The crisp afternoon breeze that still had the coolness of the light swept through Edsill's young cheeks, and lifted the purple hair, which seemed a little longer for him who had just turned three, and easily dispelled the last trace of laziness in his little head—his steps could not help but become brisk.

Along the Mingze Jade Lake that surrounds his artificial island, the little guy is half happy, half eager to trot all the way to the ancient book building at the end of the field of vision, surrounded by the gentle and beautiful cries of the spring warblers, as if to cheer up this naughty little neighbor full of vitality.

Leaning over and standing in front of the steps of the old study building, young Ed was so tired that his face was red and he was out of breath. As an elite magister whose magic is close to A-level, although it is hidden, it is unreasonable, he would fall into the dilemma of "looking at the mountain and running a dead horse"! With such a weak self, how will I help my mother share the pressure of research like a mountain in the future? As soon as he thought of this, Ed pretended to be old-fashioned, raised his fist to the sky, secretly cheered himself up, and then adjusted his breathing regularly.

After regrouping, Ed rushed through the hundred steps as beautiful as white jade, stepped on the smart and not messy steps to the main entrance of the study, stretched out a pair of fleshy soft little hands that his mother jokingly called "Dudu", and stuck to the sunken wooden door where the traces of mottled years could be faintly seen, and pushed forward desperately with all his strength-

I heard a "creak" and the door opened—a crack......

Ed: "......" (woo-woo...... You bully people...... ）

Hawkers, you can't expect a toddler who, despite his precocious wisdom, has just turned three years old, can effortlessly push open a seven-meter giant gate that weighs close to the gate of the ancient capital, and is in disrepair and has a seriously aging door shaft - even if you use magic to temporarily strengthen your limbs - not to mention that there is almost no possibility of direct use of hidden magic - to get back to the point, although the process is not satisfactory, fortunately, the result is quite gratify-

In the middle of early spring, the warm light that is warm but not dazzling pours into this long-sealed palace of magical knowledge with the wide opening of the door, gilding the mountains and seas of books here. These ancient classics, inherited from the old calendar and even more years, seemed to be awakened by the recklessness and recklessness of the comers, and they opened their majestic and deep ancient eyes, looking down condescendingly at this little figure who had just been weaned for less than two years......

The little guy seemed a little restrained, although he was young, but he was not ignorant, he could clearly feel what a great civilization crystallization was precipitated in these vast classics! It's a miracle above technology – an alternative truth called magic! Although the magic books contained here are only a drop in the surface of the iceberg compared to the entire magical knowledge system, and even less than just in case - for Ed, who is new to magic, and even for all wizards below the S-rank, this is a holy place to study magical theory!

Restraint is restraint, but Ed has not forgotten the fundamental purpose of visiting the "Holy Land". Carefully trigger the antique constant crystal lighting system inside the attic, lest one careless damage to these magnificent ancient magic lamps like works of art. Then he walked to the center of the first floor, that is, the place where the magic method for retrieval was solidified, and with the very little magic power in his body that he could use, he activated the magic method according to the specific technique taught by his mother, and followed his guidance to quietly find the magic information he needed, and began his first magic theory practice......

Before you know it, the sun is setting. The ever-changing, splendid sunset climbed up Ed's cheeks playfully through those hard and clear magically strengthened glass, adding a quiet and bright gentle air to the young man's delicate description of his mother, and the violet eyes, which were also inherited from Precia, were as quiet and deep as an ancient well, as focused as if there was nothing else but a book.

The ancient building is so deep that it is almost audible when a needle drops, and only the "bang" sound of the page due to the slight vibration of the page comes out from time to time when the teenager is flipping through the book. Here, all environmental disturbances are shielded from the outside: the seemingly ordinary unknown large-scale bonsai is actually a smart magic dust removal and ventilation device that purifies, refines, and converts the light element into light magic to provide energy for the embedded spell and make itself operate infinitely and silently, which can not only be used to maintain precious magic books, but also to create a clean and comfortable reading environment, which is beautiful and practical; The seemingly old and loose walls are in fact permanently solidified by the combined magic of sound insulation and soil strengthening. Such a book building, if it is said to be "impregnable iron and copper wall", it is inevitably exaggerated, but if it is called "the ideal hometown of book lovers", there is no water, and it deserves its name.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the middle of the moon, and Ed was still immersed in the ocean of demonic mysteries, and his violet eyes, which were as clear and deep as the sea, began to sketch the simple and complex magic pattern spells, and from time to time flashed elemental totems of different postures—as if they contained endless mysteries—and as if they were analyzing the ultimate mystery and mystery—

Ed's strange state at this moment is incomprehensible even to himself as a party. If the attitude towards him before every book is read can be described as "love and ignorance", then the moment he officially opens the book, the book's attitude towards him instantly appears 180 degrees subversive, if you must take a word to accurately describe this changed attitude, it is simply "at first sight", as if old friends reunite!

In the process of flipping through these magic books, I am not so much trying to learn new knowledge as I am reviewing old knowledge! He had this incredible feeling: it was as if the roots of these magical knowledge trees had been deeply rooted in his heart and had always existed objectively in his mind. Now, it is only through the necessary and concrete "ritual" of "reading" that he awakens the knowledge that sleeps in the deepest part of the soul – no, it seems that it is not only this knowledge that is awakened – but also a deeper existence – which seems to be ......

Just as Ed was about to think deeply, a great sorrow as deep as the sea struck like an overwhelming tsunami! Inside the chest cavity ignited by rage, the blood tide is as hot as molten iron! The intense pain that came from nowhere was like the fierce poison of the bone decay, eroding the body and soul with the most vicious and cruel offensive - when his body was numb to the point of pain, and he could no longer make a sound to call for help, this torture immediately tormented his consciousness in a deeper way, and it was almost endless! At this moment, Ed longed to simply faint in pain—but even this humble begging has become an unattainable luxury—physical pain can be escaped by coma, but how can mental torture be paralyzed? At this moment, he only hoped that there would be an end to this torture, and that he could be relieved even a second earlier before his body and mind collapsed, which was already a great salvation that was beyond his reach......

South of Midcherda, an industrial zone, Central Directorate of Technology Development (Border Branch). Precia, who was in her personal exclusive laboratory, was immersed in sorting out the data related to the magic guide test that day, and suddenly felt a throbbing in her heart inexplicably (Ed's body was solidified by Precia with a magic called "Heart Sensing Lock", and the specific effect must not need me to say more), as if to indicate that an irreplaceable and important existence connected to her own blood is about to break away from her life trajectory and fall into the bottomless hell! The great uneasiness piled up into a cloud of lead and foreboding, and the reason in my heart flickered and faltered like the flame of a candle in a stormy night—"Ed! The files in her hand were scattered wildly on the cold tiled floor, and a distraught Precia rudely rushed out the door like a madman......

"Gotta catch up! Be sure to catch up! "The haze in my heart is getting thicker and thicker, and the sense of foreboding is getting stronger and stronger! Presia, who didn't even have time to change out of the experimenter's white coat, nervously urged herself. The unprecedented sinister crisis is approaching the child she regards as a treasure, step by step, and it is becoming more and more deadly! She had to hurry! Faster! Before the situation evolves to the point of no return, rush to his side, otherwise she will definitely regret it afterwards! Forced to tense the overwhelmed nerves, the will desperately squeezed the exhausted body after a day of work, and without hesitation, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom - the Mead Central Technology Development Bureau had just successfully developed at the beginning of the year, and the latest magic sports car for internal high-level personnel was pierced through the dark curtain of the night like an indestructible off-string sharp arrow, and the uncrowned king in the steel forest was galloping across his territory with a blind attitude......

Rare and rare texts, scattered all over the place in a disorderly manner, just like those murderers who wander in the dark night, hunting wantonly, and discarding the broken corpses in the desolate wilderness - and in the center of these broken corpses, there are more objects that are focused on "care" -

The moon-white new clothes were stained with the scarlet smell of rust, and the young man's soft fingertips were already a blur of flesh and blood—there were still bloody scratches on the cold ground—what kind of cruel torture could be squeezed out of such a young and weak body to tear and strengthen the floor tiles with bare hands? What kind of terrible torture can force such a three-year-old child to use such an extreme means of self-harm to relieve his pain and helplessness? Ed's eyes, which were as bright as amethysts, seemed to have been robbed of their aura and vitality, and they had no lustre—the gray hole was like a void, and the darkness was like a black abyss. His small body, like a broken puppet, seemed to be trying to curl up—just as a dying young beast tried to curl up to retain the last wisp of warmth in its body—though it was a futile effort—for there was nothing to be done—but he was ruthlessly deprived of even the ability to realize his survival instinct—and in such a dying state, his little mouth, which was already powerless, was still unconsciously opening and closing, making a silent murmur, That's the call called "Mommy......

The coldness of the moonlight seems to be able to penetrate the soul of the returnee.

When Presia, who was so flustered that she almost cried, finally followed the bright light of the distant study building like a lighthouse on the sea, and rushed to the center of the hall, what she saw in front of her was a scene that was enough to completely shatter her heart, which was almost suffocated by anxiety and worry, and was already overwhelmed......

Even the last trace of luck in my heart was simply shattered by the hammer of reality. In this cold and silent night, which can swallow up all warmth, fate plays a cruel symphony.

Precia sat limply on the ground, not knowing whether it was because of heartbreak, or exhaustion, or maybe both. Tremblingly, he stretched out his hands and took his tormented son into his arms with the utmost tenderness. The familiar smell of the mother's body, surrounded the numb body of charity, and miraculously temporarily recaptured the body dominated by pain, and the words full of attachment, anxiety and grievance, as powerless as a dream: "Yes... You... Are you back... Mother... Mom......"

Tears like bursting banks and rushing water, sorrow like snow feathers—before Precia could respond, she couldn't stop crying. At this moment, the only thing she can do for the child is to hug his body more closely and gently, use her own body temperature to relieve his coldness, and use the gentle magic to eliminate the aggression and try her best to save the dying little life in her arms that is the same fate as herself.

Dim-conscious, Ed instinctively wanted to reach out and hug his mother, who had returned home tiredly, as usual—but unfortunately, before a hand reached mid-air, it had already begun to fall weakly to the ground where the cold was spreading—but fortunately, the mother caught the back of her son's cold hand in time with her warm and soft palm, and carefully contained his bloodstained and seriously injured little hand. In a trance, Precia seemed to have heard her son's sensible and considerate and milky greeting that she had become accustomed to: "Welcome home, Mom~!" ”

Ten fingers intertwined, the warmth that had lingered between the fingers countless times, dissipated like waking up from a dream, and the weak body in his arms gradually became stiff, completely robbed of life by death......

"No—" The empty hall of the library echoed the desperate screams of a mother.

"Ahh Don't scare Mommy... You can't just leave your mother. It's my mother who is not good, she has always been busy with work, and she has never considered what kind of loneliness you are bearing alone...... It's Mom's fault, Mom promises you that she will never leave you alone... Now, we've made an appointment... Open your eyes, the hills are already full of your favorite violets, and when you wake up, your mother will accompany you to see the sea of flowers in the mountains, okay? Ahh......h ......"

The words he wanted to say could no longer be continued, because the child who always lay quietly on the lawn with his big eyes open and listened to his mother's teachings had fallen into an eternal sleep...... No matter how unwilling you are to admit it, no matter how much you deceive yourself, people will not be resurrected after death, and the coldness of reality will not become a dream......

"Who...... Who will save my child......" no one answered, and no one could answer - the most complete helplessness in this world is not that no one can help, but that no one can help......

Grief is greater than heart death, and the ruthlessness of reality makes Precia see her powerlessness as a mother. In vain, embracing the little body that even the residual warmth is about to dissipate with the wind, the crystal tears and pearls, endlessly falling into the dust, humbly accepting the broken fate......

Just when the dust had settled on this dead end, and this tragedy was as fateful and powerless, a miracle quietly came-

The power of all things, as bright and clear as the moon and the ethereal spirit of dreams, quietly converges here at this moment under the deliberate guidance of a certain supreme will......

The ancient chant, which has witnessed the great changes in the world, has resounded throughout the world through infinite time, but only the chosen ones have the privilege of hearing it—it is the voice of Phoenix's rebirth, the prayer of the king's witch!

An unknown technique lost in the primeval era, with the mother and son as the center of the circle, with the limit of the field of vision as the radius, it spreads out to the surroundings at an extremely fast speed, and countless magic circuits that are full of brilliance and completely beyond the world's cognition follow some indescribable mystical trajectory over and over again, running silently and endlessly.

The glass-colored light and dust moved with the rhythm of the sound, dancing like butterflies wearing flowers, and after surrounding the two of them as if they were playing and chasing each other, they all submerged into all parts of Edsiel's body like milk swallows, and the wounds on Ed's hands and ten fingers healed with a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, they were restored to their original state.

Not only that, the light and pure light of the massive feathers is like a fledgling in the blue sky and can't wait to fly to the back of the teenager, happily submerging into it, all of this is as natural as a hundred birds returning to the nest, "hundred birds" without a trace of reluctance, "homing" is not a little blocked, there is no sense of disobedience, just like a wanderer returning home, it is natural and natural. Through the slightly thin fabric behind Ed's back, you can vaguely see a pair of baby's palm-sized streamer amber wings, slowly but surely, continuing to grow until they are perfectly formed. The newborn wings seemed to have a self-will, playful and elegant flapped twice, and then reluctantly withheld the proof of their existence.

The recitation of unknown origin gradually stopped with the decreasing rain of glazed light and feather-like aura, and the ultra-wide area enchantment of the guardian ritual also dissipated with the pause of the technique, and this grand resurrection ceremony finally came to an end......

Charity's body and mind are nourished and baptized by the power of all things, like a phoenix bathing in fire, and Nirvana is reborn!

The young man who was reborn slowly opened his eyes - his mother's lines were soft, her expression was weak, and her bloodless face was as pale as the white moon.

The mother's soft embrace was a cure for heartache, and a smile of relief and relief appeared on Ed's weak and tired face.

That's fine...... (Prequel: The Hill of Memories Looking Back, Act I, The Warmth of Dreams, End.) ）