"I said, Ivan, it's time to give me the note my mother left behind." Harry said, looking up.

"You, what are you talking about, haven't I already given it to you?" Ivan, who was holding Harry's hand, said with his eyes tilted to the side.

"Ivan, I already know, you don't have to worry about me, now I'm fine." Harry paused and looked at Ivan with a sincere gaze.

"It turns out that you already knew, but I thought I was hiding it, it seems that I was thinking too much, but it's okay if you're okay." Ivan was stunned for a moment, then stopped and said with a sigh of relief.

"This is what your mother left behind, sorry, I didn't mean to do that." Ivan took a crumpled note from the pocket of his jacket and handed it to Harry.

Harry's trembling hand took the note and slowly opened it.

"My dear child Harry, Mother knows that her time is numbered, but she only wants to see you again, but Mother can't find you anywhere, where have you gone? Even so, Mom never gave up looking for you, but I still couldn't find you, I'm sorry, Mom can't see you for the last time, I know that you have been smart since you were a child, and you will definitely come back, when you see this note, Mom has gone to Heaven, don't worry about me, live well, no matter what you do, Mom will support you.

Since you were a child, you have lost a father, at first I was very worried about whether you would ask this question, but you are very sensible, never asked, you are really a sensible child, mother hopes that you can live happily, marry a wife and have children, although mother will not see that day, but mother still wants to sincerely bless you, may God bless my Harry for a lifetime of happiness.

The last sentence, don't cry your nose, you are a boy, you can't cry like a girl, even if your mother is gone, you still have your good friends, you will never be lonely again, watching you in heaven, loving your mother. ”

Harry's nose was sore, why, why couldn't the tears stop, his heart hurt, Harry took his arm and wiped the tears that flowed again, obviously saying that he wouldn't cry, but this feeling had an inexplicable sense of relief.

Harry hugged the note into his arms, tears flowed, and the scenes of living with his mother flashed in his mind, although it was hard, but it was very warm, Harry remembered that when his mother cried, Harry thought that he had made his mother cry, and hurriedly ran to his mother and said in a milky voice, "Mom, you hit me, if you hit me, I won't cry, and it will feel better." ”

When Mother heard what Harry said, she wiped her tears and took Harry in her arms, stroked his head and said, "You child, what are you talking about, you are Mother's baby, Mother is reluctant to beat you." ”

Young Harry remembered the warm temperature of his mother's body at that time, he didn't understand, his mother in the previous life beat himself to lose his anger, why didn't he beat himself, it was so uncomfortable, and he wanted to do something for his mother.

Mom, thank you for giving me a happy home, thank you for raising me, thank you for teaching me a lot of knowledge, I couldn't come back to see you for the last time, I'm really sorry, I like it the most, I like it the most, I like it the most.

Ivan and Kalia were silent, looking at Harry in silence.

"Mom, I'll come, I'm sorry, I'm a little late, this one is my good friend Ivan, and this one is Miss Kalia." Harry said, standing in front of a tombstone and placing a bouquet of yellow flowers.

"Hello Auntie, I'm Ivan, Harry's good friend, don't worry, I'll discipline him well, I won't let him get bad." Ivan said to the tombstone.

"Good morning, Miss Jena, I'm Kalia." Kalia pulled the hem of her skirt and saluted the tombstone.

"Mom, you don't have to worry about me, I'm back safely, I know you're going to give me another beating, but listen to me, I'm in that place, but ......" Harry gushed into the tombstone, as if there was a living man standing in front of him.

"Miss Kalia, did you say Harry was really okay, after talking for so long." Ivan said to Kalia beside him.

Ivan and the others were now standing under a large tree, sheltered from the scorching sun, and only Harry was still standing in the sun and talking tirelessly to the tombstone.

"No problem, he's just saying his final goodbye to his mother right now." Kalia said to Ivan.

"I know that if it were me, it wouldn't be much better than Harry." Ivan leaned against the tree and put his hands behind his head and looked at the blue sky.

"Okay, Mom, I'm leaving, I can't keep Ivan and them waiting, the next time I come back, I'll definitely be an admired hero, goodbye, Mom." Harry clenched his fists confidently.

Harry waved to Ivan under the big tree, and Ivan nodded, and they all walked back on the path back, lined with rows of tombstones.

"Thank you, Sister Kalia, for giving me the opportunity to be here." Harry said to Kalia beside him, and Harry was truly grateful to her from the bottom of his heart.

"Harry, you're really, you've said you don't have to." Kalia said worriedly.

"But, for the sake of my own selfish desires, we went here without permission, and Miss Festeria really doesn't blame you." Harry said uneasily, after all, he had brought it up to visit his mother.

"Don't worry, didn't Lord Festeria say, let me take good care of you, you can go anywhere, as long as I'm here?" Kalia said.

"Then let's go play for a while, eat some food or something, and there won't be any big problems." Ivan made a suggestion at this time.

"No, you can't keep Miss Festeria waiting, in case something unexpected happens, it's bad, can you bear the consequences?" Kalia said with her hands crossed and her eyes fixed on Ivan.

"I'm just making a suggestion, don't you take it so seriously." Ivan complained.

Harry looked at this scene and smiled, now that Harry has gotten rid of the grief of losing his loved ones, how can he stick to the status quo if he has to look at it all the time, not to mention that he still has people to protect, and he has to work hard to become stronger to protect.

"By the way, Sister Kalia, I have a question for me, who is more powerful, the Sword Master or the Magician?" Harry asked about Kalia next to him.

"Well, it's a little hard to say, if you get close, the Sword Saint wins, when the two people are far away, the Sword Saint usually wins, and the magician has no chance at all." Kalia thought for a moment and said.

"Why, it's clear that the magicians in fairy tales are very strong." Harry asked.

"This is because a person of the level of the Sword Master, whether it is physical strength, strength, magic power, speed, or the destructive power of the moves, has reached a very amazing level, and the magician is defeated before he can cast a spell."

"However, there are exceptions."

"That's right, there are exceptions to everything, a magician at the level of a magician can indeed defeat the Sword Master, but this is also a very small number of people, the magic comprehension must be very high, the magic power must be sufficient, the distance must be very far, it must be a favorable terrain, it is possible to kill the Sword Master before he gets close, although there are many magicians, but the powerful destructive power of the Sword Master still warns the magician not to approach them.

The early mages were very powerful at the beginning, and it was okay to deal with those rookie swordsmen, but it was different in the later stages, especially those swordsmen who strengthened their resistance were rough and thick-skinned, and their combat effectiveness was strong, and the magic was not painful to throw on them at all. ”

"But why does everyone respect magicians so much?"

"This is because gorgeous and elegant magic is not synonymous with nobility, although magic is not so unbearable, do you know why the continent is called the continent of Ecente, because this is created by the creation magician Ecente, and everyone naturally respects the magician."

I see, I look like I've been fooled by the fairy tales of this world, Harry thought.

The luxurious carriage was still parked in front of the house where Harry once lived, and the three white horses pulling the carriage had nothing to do and ate the potted plants placed outside the building, all of which were flowers, and now Kalia was apologizing to the owner of those potted plants, the owner was an old grandfather, and he didn't mind, but eighty percent looked like he was afraid of Kalia's identity, Harry remembered that a child accidentally stepped on a flower in a potted plant, and was chased by this old man with a broom for a long time, The boy was so frightened that he didn't dare to pass by for days.

"Miss Festeria, I'm sorry for the trouble." Harry stood outside the carriage and said to Festria, who was sleeping inside.

"Ah~, it's okay, go back quickly, I have to go back to sleep for a while, go and call Kalia over." From the carriage came the lazy voice of Festeria.

"yes, I see." Harry snorted and turned around, and Kalia didn't know that he had taken out a small bag of money from there and put it in the old man's hand, although the old man kept pushing it off, saying that he didn't need it, but Kalia still put the money in the old man's hand, and then turned around and said goodbye.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Kalia, who came over, asked strangely when she saw Harry looking at her.

"It's nothing, it's just that Miss Festeria said she was going back, and let me call you." Harry said.

"Are you going back, I see." Kalia smiled and opened the door to the carriage for Harry, motioning for Harry to sit down.

"Well, Sister Kalia—" Harry looked at the door to say something, but felt it wasn't appropriate, so he stopped talking.

"Is there anything you don't like?" Kalia asked.

"No, nothing." Harliso got into the carriage, and Kalia just closed the door strangely.

Forget it, although I want to tell her that I can just open the door myself and don't bother her, but Harry looked at the door of the carriage and felt that his height was still out of reach, so let her help, Harry thought as he sat in the soft seat.

"Harry, we'll see you off the day you leave, don't worry." Ivan stood at the door of the house and waved to Harry in the carriage.

Harry opened the curtain and smiled at Ivan, waving his hand.

A few minutes ago, Harry and his group had finally returned.

"Harry, we can't be with you anymore, but you, you must give me a beautiful life, or Fina and I won't be able to spare you." Ivan stood not far from the carriage and lightly touched Harry's chest with his fist, and said with a smile.

"I see, thank you, Ivan, I have something you need to do, please." Harry pulled a small bag of coins out of his pocket.

I wanted to borrow some money from Kalia, but she gave Harry so much money directly, and she didn't ask anything, Harry accepted it gratefully, but when he opened it and saw that it was full of silver coins, Harry's mood suddenly fell to the bottom, and he only had desperate thoughts in his mind about how to pay back so many silver coins.

Harry actually wanted to ask Ivan to help him buy the place where he used to live with his mother, which was his most precious place, and he didn't want others to occupy it.

"Oh, if you want me to buy that room for you, I see." Ivan shook the money bag and put it to his ear as he listened to the sound of coins tapping inside.

"The rest of the money will be given to you, don't run out, I have no money." Harry smiled and turned around and walked towards the carriage.

"Thank you, Harry, I love you so much." Ivan's grateful voice came from behind.

I've been bothering people for so long, and I can't afford to trouble them, so only you can help me, Ivan, please, Harry thought as he walked on the way to the carriage.

"By the way, Harry, when are you leaving?" That's when Ivan's voice came.

Is this one? I don't know, just ask Sister Kalia, Harry thought about it.

"Sister Kalia, when are we leaving for the Imperial Capital?" Harry shouted at Kalia, who looked struggling to keep the horses from eating the potted flowers, as they pulled the ropes.

"Well, we're going to leave in two days." Kalia struggled to answer Harry's question, but the horses were stubborn in eating the flowers in the pots, and they were obviously dragged over by them, slowly approaching the potted plants.

Seeing this, Harry felt a sense of guilt in his heart, as if it was his own fault, I'm sorry, I distracted you, Sister Kalia, Harry thought to himself.

"Two days, I see." Ivan also heard Kalia's voice and said to himself, and Harry also ran over at this time, and together they helped Kalia pull the three stubborn horses, forming a situation where the two of them dragged the horses, but in the end they still gave up and let the horses eat these flowers, so the scene when Kalia compensated the old man happened.

The carriage drove down the avenue, and the sun in the sky was scorching, and it was already noon.

"Well, Miss Festeria, can you get up for a moment, you've pressed me." Harry said with a wry smile.

"No, the quality of your pillow is really good, just don't move like this, I'm going to sleep." Festeria said with her head on Harry's calf and her eyes closed.

Harry had no choice but to sit stiffly, motionless, letting Festria rest her head on her lap, not daring to breathe, and returned to the mansion where he lived.

The two uneventful days passed quickly, Harry thought he would be under strict supervision, but Harry was wrong, Festeria and the others treated Harry like they were free-range, and Kalia went out to buy groceries, called Harry, and said that there was one more person to carry the vegetables, and Festeria knew to sleep all day, except for when she could be seen during meals, she slept in her room most of the time.

During this period, although many nobles or wealthy merchants and landlords came to visit, they were all sent away by Kalia for a random reason, Harry wondered, why didn't he see the knights who followed Festeria, as the head of a knight order, he should have led them, but why didn't they see their figures for the past few days, where did they go?

Festeria didn't sleep all day, she would practice her sword after the dinner prepared by Kalia, and Harry's place where they lived was provided by a nobleman, in a wooded area in the civilian area, so it was mostly quiet, except for those who came to visit.

That night was something Harry couldn't forget, after dinner, Festria, who was only holding a sword, walked to a big tree outside the castle, and stood there quietly, not far away Harry, who was an onlooker, bit the apple handed over by Kalia, and looked at Festria closed her eyes, her face was expressionless, she just pulled out her sword slightly, I don't know what the principle was, the grass around her and the leaves falling from the big trees were cut off one after another, scattered messily in the air, her long dress danced, and the fiery red hair also fluttered, At this time, she was like a Valkyrie, and there was an invisible aura around her.

At that moment, Harry stopped biting the apple, except for shock or shock, very strong, unlike when she was fighting, she didn't use her full strength at all, she was just playing with herself.

Harry felt a deep sense of frustration in his heart, and at this time he finally understood what Kalia meant, the magician or something, before he could react, he would be killed by Festria's sword.