Compassion and pity in the eyes of the young man.

She hasn't forgotten it to this day.

Regardless of the jealousy and vigilance of the members, he can desperately absorb the dark magic of the enemy in his body, and bear the damage stubbornly; He can also fearlessly kill his so-called companions on his way to revenge; He also saved so many people, saved Eve, saved the village that was about to be slaughtered, saved the young dragon, and made a name for himself from a young age......

With the heart of the world, all things are equal, with a compassionate and kind heart, and with a powerful talent and magic called the gift.

If it hadn't been for her......

How could the darkness and stubbornness in his heart be magnified to such an extent?

And how can you have such hatred?

He is the most suitable, and as long as there is no such hatred, his heart will be as accepting and calm as the prophecy says.

And his hatred comes from her.

As long as she is dead, everything ends for the best.

Along the way, she had thought about the countless possibilities in the prophecy, but when she saw the gentlemanly and polite young man who was polite when she first met, even if he was now with such a cold aura, silently rescued the trialist who was slandered by the dark magic and sent a message outside, she knew—

This future Holy Magister, this future judge who will decide the fate of others, will definitely not be her.

She is indeed tolerant and calm, sensible and out of the way.

No great joy, no great sorrow.

It's like an author with God's perspective, who can look at and analyze every character in the book calmly.

But once upon a time, when she wept and buried the comics in the ground, she knew that she had come into contact with something far beyond the thickness of the book.

It's a world.

A complete and real world.

Anthony, who was born and raised in Si, will love the world from the bottom of his heart more than she does, and his connection to this world is incomparable to that of an outsider like her.

"Antonio."

She spoke, smiling softly.

"I think I used to say that you would be the fairest adjudicator."

"Look."

"Now, it looks like you're really going to be like that."

"I don't want to listen to that." The young man had a calm face, "If you can't save yourself, if you don't save yourself, I'll give you my life." ”

"Antonio, I'm dying, do you tell me jokes too?" She ignored the young man's glaring gaze and smiled, "You forcibly devoured so much black magic on your body, and you barely hold on, can you still save me?" ”

"But—I should be thankful for this Justin." She looked down at the wounds on her body and arms that had almost slowed down but were getting darker and darker because of the battle with the source of vitality in her body, as if she was observing, "The magic has been upgraded, but it won't hurt too much." ”

The young man looked over, felt a pain in his heart, and quickly looked away.

"Now."

She smiled and blinked, "I remember I said that I was the most righteous person. ”

The young man's jaw tensed and his body stiffened, but he finally sat down beside her and looked at the blue sky and white clouds in the distance with her.

"Actually, if you had a choice—"

"What I like most is to take a sword and take away all the evil in the world alone."

"I also want to save some things and change some endings on my own, and I've been trying to do so, although I'm very satisfied and happy-"

"But I'm tired."

"So I'm glad you exist in this world."

"Antonio, I believe that I can safely entrust this world to you to protect."

"Whether it's as a Hatfilia or as Anne."

……

Ann Hatfilia.

No great joy, no great sorrow, no great love, no great hatred.

She was the most suitable person to be the judge, but she did not have the talent and love of Anthony as deep as his love for the world.

And Anthony, he has everything, including love and hate.

The love and hate in his heart are all about her.

Unable to ask for it, love and hate are intertwined, he suffers from all kinds of difficult torture.

And now.

She's dead.

His love and hate were gone.

He seemed relieved......

"Goddess Fiona, I would like to ask that my vitality be dispersed to every corner of this continent in the name of life, so that all wars and blood can be calmed......"

As a descendant of Fiona, the vitality of the origin of magic is like an unquenchable fire, and now that the fire has been taken, the black magic is devouring and eating away at the girl's body at a very fast speed, and it will soon be reduced to ashes.

The boy looked at the nothingness beside him with bated breath, and then turned his head stiffly and slowly, looking fixedly at the dazzling white mountains in the distance against the blue sky.

For a long time, he breathed tremblingly, and closed his eyes in despair.

……

Later generations.

In the XXX year of the Magic Calendar, Anthony Brown became the first Holy Magus in the kingdom to shoulder the Gift of Judgment.

On that day, the weather around the temple was exceptionally good.

It was blue and clear, cloudless, and there were golden points of light floating in the wind.

Those points of light were like spirits leaping into the world, floating past the temple, floating through the dense forest, and finally drifting into the distance.

……

……

The snow is melting, and the sun is shining on the temple without dazzling eyes.

In the dense forest, a column of teenagers and girls wearing white magic robes walked towards the temple in an orderly and orderly manner with solemn expressions.

"Are there any unqualified S-class magicians this year?"

Someone whispered.

"I've got two on my side."

"I've got one here."

"It's okay on my side, there are no people who are virtuous and stubborn and need to be removed from the status of a magician."

The others replied softly.

"Isn't the teacher there?" Someone asked, looking at the magicians who greeted them at the bottom of the mountain.

"The teacher followed Brummer to study." Someone returned.

There are now two Holy Magisters in the world.

The original Holy Magister who predicted the entire world was Brummer, and the other was Anthony Brown, who was chosen.

"The magic of the teachers is already the most exquisite in this continent, what else can the teachers learn?"

Someone is curious.

"How can what the teacher is pursuing be what we understand now?" The leading young man turned his head and scolded slightly, and then raised his eyes to look up at the temple that was becoming more and more sacred and solemn in the sun, and with a hint of longing, he muttered softly, "The world of magic has no end, except for this continent...... Who can be sure that there is no other world beyond the thick fog? ”

……

The edge of the continent, the mountain tops under the mist.

The blonde boy with the appearance of a god stood silently, his hand outstretched as if trying to grasp something, and slowly closed it again.

The azure eyes as clear as the sea looked at his hand without blinking, as if he had encountered an extremely difficult problem to solve.

A moving figure in front of him suddenly stopped.

He is like a darling of the heavens, with a shiny and dazzling body, a beautiful face, and a pair of pointed ears.

"Alec." He shouted softly, "This is only a medium magical world, and we still have a journey ahead of us. ”

"What's the matter?"

"Nope."

The boy responded, and let go of his hand again.

Look at this vast continent.

"I just, I think there's a familiar smell here."

He looked at his empty palm again and muttered softly.

"It's like ......"

"She's here."