War is maddening.

Jevano's clothes were shabby, and his small dirt-stained right hand was tucked into his sleeve, clutching a thin, sharp knife. His left hand took his young sister's hand and ran as fast as he could.

He looked around with restless and wary eyes, a look of disbelief in anyone.

Yes, he doesn't trust anyone, he doubts everything.

While those old men were still fighting under the banner of justice and justice, Jevanor was already aware of the eve of the country's destruction.

Just as rats squeak uneasily before an earthquake, his inconspicuous and lowly character is often the first to realize the most terrible storms.

The day before the battlefield spread to his city, he fled with his sister in a near-prophetic manner. Later, after hearing that it had become a city of death entangled in blood-sucking magic vines, he was not lucky enough to escape from the ascension.

At that time, Jevano's first feeling was, "Ah, it's finally here", and then, watching the city he had lived in for thirteen years being torn to shreds, he felt a little relieved inexplicably.

After all, it was the city of the aristocratic lords, it was the city of the druids, it was the city of the rich, it was the city of the pretty ladies, but it would definitely not be the city of the quail like him.

He is a poor creature, one more is not more, and one less is not less.

When those well-dressed people walked down the street with smiles on their faces, no one ever cared if a child like him, who was covered in dirt and mud, huddled in a corner and no one wanted, had drunk clean water with no smell today, or had succeeded in snatching some crumbs of dough from the dog's mouth.

All they care about is whether their wallets have been cut open by the knives that the children hide in their arms.

That city never cared about Jevano. Didn't care about Helo either. When it was destroyed, Jevano's first feeling was that it was pleasant.

Indeed—what a pleasure!

Presumably, those noble lords should be running around the streets in fear now, right? They should fall in panic and then their legs go limp to stand up, right? Will they wail and be beheaded, and hang under the head of their horses as they stare into the eyes of death?

When he thought of this, Jevano felt a lot of joy.

…… Of course, if you can successfully escape from this country. He'll be happier.

"Brother...... It's too fast......"

Helo was dragged by him all the way, panting.

The little girl's cheeks, which had been yellowed by poor drinking all the year round, were now flushed. She gasped for air, her voice trembling and muffled.

But Jevano's voice was heard that almost went with the wind.

He hurriedly stopped, and when he saw Hailuo, who was out of breath, he immediately panicked: "Hai, Hailuo!" Are you okay! ”

"It's okay...... It is...... A little tired......"

The little girl gasped for breath, clutched her chest and frowned: "Brother...... I feel even harder......"

"If you feel uncomfortable, you will take a break."

Without hesitation, Jevano replied, "It just so happens that I'm a little tired too." ”

But even Helo could understand that he was lying.

Before, it was obvious that he was pulling Helo all the way to run wildly, and until now his face is not red and his heart is not beating, but after Helo said that he was a little tired, he immediately said that he was tired.

Helo was well aware of Jevano's awkward concern. A bright smile suddenly bloomed on her face, and her big brown eyes almost sparkled as she looked at Gevano.

"Y-Why are you looking at me like that...... Let's go rest! I'm going to have to hurry in a while! ”

Jevano's face turned a little red, and he turned his head away, pulled Helo to find a cooler place and sat down.

Helo smiled and let Jevarno take her hand, only to see a bloodless pale on her face as the blush on her face faded.

Helo is not Gevano's own sister. In fact, they have no resemblance other than being outcasts.

Unlike the rough features and dark skin of the typical Carlar countryman of Jevano. Helo's face was quite delicate, and his brown pupils were as clear and transparent as glass. With short light brown hair and fair skin, even if her clothes are shabby, you can see the nobility of her blood.

Her appearance is more like that of a Suze than that of a Caral woman. Many people suspect that she is a hybrid of the Karar and Suze, and some ill-intentioned people have been targeting her for a long time.

But fortunately, after the city was wiped out by the war, the annoying guys disappeared with them.

"Are you not feeling well?"

That's when it happened. A cold and indifferent voice sounded on the side.

Gevano's eyes suddenly swelled with the fierceness of a beast, and he jerked his head away, shielding Helo behind him, and glared fiercely at the stranger who made the sound.

After he saw the person's face clearly, his first reaction was "Sure enough, it's a suspicious person."

Only in front of him. A little boy with short light gray hair and bright red pupils stood in front of him.

The boy was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a delicate countenance and elegant manners, but he wore a half-strange bird's beak mask diagonally and a long black robe.

After realizing that this was just a child, Gevano first subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

And after he saw the boy's face and demeanor clearly, a little jealousy and a sense of crisis surged in his heart.

"I can heal you."

The gray-haired little boy didn't pay any attention to Jevano, just stared at Helo and said lightly.

His indifferent gaze stung Jevano's again.

"No, you don't! There you go! ”

He let out a low roar, interrupting the little boy who had given him a great sense of crisis.

He wasn't worried that he would kill himself - he was afraid that he would snatch Helo.

I don't have anything left...... In addition to Hero, there is only Hero......

Gevanor muttered inwardly, looking at the gray-haired boy with more disgust.

Helo stood behind him, looking back and forth at a loss, and wisely closed his mouth without saying a word.

"If you see that I am not happy, you can come and beat me, or you can stab me to death with the knife in your right hand," unexpectedly, the gray-haired boy opened his arms to Jevano, "Come on, I won't fight back or hide, if you're worried that I'll snatch her, come and stab me like a man." ”

But hearing the boy say this, Gevano breathed a sigh of relief and withdrew his knife.

"Coward!"

Gevano pointed to the little boy who was about his own age, but was well-dressed and clean, and scolded disdainfully: "I won't stab you to death!" You don't have anything, but I'm not like you! ”

Dressed like a beggar, he pointed to the little boy in a delicate mask and a soft robe made of lamb's skin and said You have nothing—this scene seems absurd, but the boy in the mask is stunned for a moment.

It took him a dozen seconds to react, and then for the first time, he looked at Jevano.

That kind of condescending gaze annoyed Jevano. But he still suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, closed his mouth and said nothing.

"I'll admit it, I lost my eyes." The gray-haired boy nodded, and said indifferently, "But, sooner or later, you will be glad that you didn't hold your knife and stab you." ”

"That's not going to get out of here!"

"There's no hurry."

The gray-haired boy gave Helo one last deep look: "I'll be back...... But now that it's deteriorating to this point, when I make another move, it's no longer enough to pay for one person. Are you ready to pay? ”

"I'm not going to give you anything! Swindler! ”

"Very well," the gray-haired boy said unobtrusively to the shouting Jevano, "remember, my name is Toto." Lot. Nerola. By tomorrow at the latest, you will regret your attitude at the moment. ”

With that, Duoduo turned around and left without a trace. (To be continued.) )