"Ahh Harry's wake-up sound, Harry had a terrible nightmare, he dreamed again of being abused by the burly knight, dying of pain and almost breaking down.

Harry looked out the window, there was a scene of wind and sunshine outside, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and then he also found himself drenched in sweat, what a terrible dream, Harry got up from the bed, went to the shower room, and took a shower.

"Harry, Harry, what's wrong with you? His face is very haggard. Kalia's worried voice came.

"Huh?! I'm fine. Harry, who reacted, turned pale and forced a smile as he spoke.

"Okay, just tell me if there's anything wrong, you know?" Kalia crouched in front of Harry and touched Harry's head understandingly, she knew what was on Harry's mind, but since he didn't want to say it, he didn't ask more.

"Well, thank you, Sister Kalia." Harry said thankfully.

Kalia smiled and sat next to Harry, basking in the warm morning sun in the warm breeze.

After Harry washed up, ate the breakfast prepared by the servant, and sat on the grass of the manor in a daze, basking in the sun, not so much in a daze, but more about recalling those memories that had been forgotten, Harry wanted to find clues about Teacher Isabet from these memories, but obviously nothing was gained, and these painful memories affected his current mood and body.

Festeria and the others got up early, it was said that they had to do some important things, and left a letter for Harry to let them go to the imperial capital first to do business, which was to check Harry's body, of course, there was a reason why they didn't leave now, because they still had to wait for someone.

"Hey, you kid on." Suddenly, a hostile voice came, and before Harry could recover from his pale state, he was steadily smashed on the head by a wooden sword, Harry let out a cry of pain, and covered his head to look back at the culprit.

The culprit was the Marquis of Lauren, Festria's suitor, who looked at Harry with an unpleasant look on his face, and a wooden sword of equal size in his hand, followed by the old butler.

"Hurry up and duel with me, aren't you Festria's apprentice, come, let me see if you have this qualification." Lauren raised his sword to Harry, and said with an unchanged face.

"I..." Harry dared to take the wooden sword on the grass, but was gently pressed by a pair of soft white and tender hands, Kalia shook her head at Harry, then let go of Harry's hand, stood up and said respectfully, "Lord Lauren, Harry is not in good shape today, so forget it." ”

"That's it, young master, forget it, he's just a child." The old butler also stepped forward and said.

"Cut, it turns out that Festria's apprentice is so timid, he doesn't dare to be challenged by me, it's really unimaginable, since the apprentice of the famous Festria Sword Saint is like this, it's too disappointing." Lauren withdrew her wooden sword and said in a mocking tone.

"Lord Lauren, you're a bit of an exaggeration, you're a high-level swordsman, a beginner—" Kalia was about to retort for Harry, but she felt the hem of the maid's dress be gently tugged, and she stopped talking and looked at Harry, who was already standing up.

"Maybe you're right, I'm not worthy of being my master's apprentice, but even then I won't ruin my master's reputation." Harry bent down to pick up the wooden sword on the ground, his dark pupils looking at Lauren through the black hair scattered across his forehead.

"Harry, you ......" Kalia was trying to stop Harry from dueling with Lauren, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that Harry was not in good shape now, his little face was extremely haggard, and his whole face was as white as a piece of paper, bloodless, giving people the feeling that he was about to fall ill.

"Sister Kalia, don't worry, I'm fine, it's my honor to have a fight with Master Lauren, it's very helpful to improve my swordsmanship." Harry gave Kalia a reassuring smile, walked not far in front of Lauren, held the sword in both hands, spread his legs in place, then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, exhaled, opened his eyes, and raised it to Lauren with a look of waiting.

"That's right, as Festria's apprentice, you have to have this kind of momentum, okay, I'm not a bully of children, I'll just suppress my strength to the junior swordsman level, let me see what the difference is between her apprentices." Lauren also held the wooden sword in both hands and raised it towards Harry, his momentum changed in an instant, and his cynical expression was put away, with a serious expression.

Seeing this, Kalia could only let Harry do this, and so did the old butler, who sighed helplessly and stepped back far away, leaving them a space.

"Be careful, boy." After Lauren said this, he held the wooden sword in both hands and rushed towards Harry at a rapid speed, and the wooden sword swung diagonally.

Harry's eyes froze, and he put the sword in front of his chest, trying to resist the wooden sword swung diagonally by Lauren, but Harry was surprised to find that he couldn't resist it at all, and the whole person was sent into the air, and the wooden sword also came out of his hand and fell on the grass in the distance.

Didn't give Harry a chance to fight back in mid-air, Lauren smiled slightly, jumped forward, and immediately followed Harry in mid-air, he jumped in front of Harry, the wooden sword hit all parts of Harry's body at a speed that Harry could see, ribs, legs, head, waist, face, hands, Harry was completely powerless, and when he fell to the ground, he was already scarred, bruises were beaten out, and the whole person looked out of breath and about to die.

Lauren stood in front of him and looked at Harry, who had been beaten out of shape, cut boringly, threw the wooden sword on the grass, and left with the old butler.

Harry reluctantly put his arm to his eyes, shielding himself from the sun, and cried, tears ran down his cheeks, his body hurt, but his heart hurt even more, he could have come up with a better way to deal with him, why did he have to meet him, his own strength could not withstand him, he was so stupid! Failed to live up to Sister Kalia's expectations, and said big things in front of her, now it's okay, it's really embarrassing to be beaten like this by others, and the deep self-blame stimulates Harry's young heart.

In fact, this can't be blamed on Harry, after all, he recalled the unforgettable memory before this, the whole person's spirit is not good, his little face is pale, his limbs are weak, and he can think seriously, but he is also wrong, knowing that he is not in good shape, and he is still facing difficulties, although it is for everyone, but it is still too lacking in thinking.

Kalia came to Harry's side and crouched down next to him, not speaking, just carefully helping him remove the weeds from his hair and clothes, while Harry just choked up and kept saying sorry.

Harry squeaked in Calia's arms as he took the potion to help Harry apply the swollen wound.

Although Harry refused to come into her arms, he really couldn't walk, so he could only let Kalia hold him in his arms and take him to the dark pavilion, let Harry sit down, and then go to fetch the medicine himself.

And during the time that Kalia went to get the medicine, something also happened.

"You're embarrassed, Harry." A guy gloated in his head.

"I didn't expect to be beaten like this by a high-level swordsman who suppressed power, you are so miserable."

"You said you would give me strength, but what about power?! Nothing, you lied to me. Harry was already in a bad mood, and after being sneered at by the voice in his head, he angrily questioned inwardly.

"Oh yes, I'm actually angry, I always thought you were a good person's character, you won't be angry, you say power? Didn't I give it to you a long time ago, didn't you find out? The voice said suspiciously.

"There, where, I don't have ...... at all" Harry was about to contradict him, but a bunch of familiar memories suddenly appeared in his mind, his head was cut open, his body was split by a sword, his arms were twisted into twisted shapes, his legs were trampled into scraps, and these images were all turned into disgusting little tentacles that were repaired again, and his body was restored again.

"What the hell are you afraid of?! Isn't it just pain, it's not the first time for you, this is a very useful ability, this is an immortal body, a legendary ability, it's just that it hurts, what's there, it's good to get used to it, don't you notice the changes brought by the body, the transformation of mental power, physical strength, and the rapid growth of strength, most of them are brought by me, do you think it's your own talent? The voice said with a sense of demagogy.

"Do you know why you're so bad? It's all because you're resisting the power I've brought you, you're afraid of the pain, you're afraid of the heart-wrenching pain of remembering it, and if you want to get more strength, you have to overcome this little difficulty first, otherwise everything is out of the question. The voice continued to convince Harry.

"No more kidding! You haven't tried that kind of pain, how can you understand! Guys who can only talk big! Harry roared inwardly.

"Hey, you don't understand at all, you can't even stand that little pain, and I have endured something more painful than this, don't you believe it? I'll let you feel my pain at the beginning, and see if you can say such things with confidence! The voice also seemed to be stimulated by something, and said fiercely.

Suddenly there was darkness in front of Harry's eyes, and after a while, when he could see what was in front of him vaguely, he found that his hands and feet were chained, and he was tied to a cross full of wood, and Harry looked blankly at the many people surrounding the cross, it was like a square, but the people's expressions were so vicious, saying words that Harry didn't understand, and they also threw stones at him, and smashed them on Harry's body, and the pain came from a clear feeling, everything was so real.

Then Harry saw two men in very old armor with two burning torches, and threw them on the wood at Harry's feet in front of Harry's eyes, and the fire burned more and more, and all at once the fire directly surrounded Harry who was tied to the cross, and the shouts of the people were heard.

Harry was choked by the smoke and couldn't breathe, he kept coughing, it was really uncomfortable, the scorching flames were getting closer and closer, Harry's skin was dry and cracked, the exposed flesh exuded steaming heat, the long fluttering pink hair was burned all at once, turning into ashes, and the thin skirt on his body burned all at once, burning Harry's body.

Harry let out a scream, but instead of a voice of pity, the people below exhaled with joy, as if they wished he were going to die immediately.

It's so hot! I can't breathe! Ahhhh Harry was drowned in a sea of fire, the air he breathed was scorching, he could hear the sound of something boiling in his body, and the sound of the skin burning and crackling, according to common sense, Harry, who should have been burned to death, did not die, but was still energetic, Harry's screams of pain were heard in the sea of fire, and as time passed, the faces of those surrounding him were terrified, and the nobles hurriedly ordered people to add fire.

It was a protracted scream that lasted from the evening until the next morning, until the timber had been burned out, and the people in the audience looked with horror at the figure of the desolate silver cross, who wore nothing, but was intact, and had no time to admire her body, and collapsed to the ground in fright, speechless.

The woman on the cross suddenly burst out laughing madly, and the guards in the audience picked up their spears one after another, and under the frightened instigation of the nobles, they all picked up their spears in a cold sweat and stabbed them at the woman on the cross, and Harry woke up at this time.

Harry was sweating with fright, his face turned even paler, his dark pupils flickering with fear, and before he could recover from it, Kalia, who woke him, looked at Harry who was trembling and clenching his knees in confusion.

Well, seeing Harry's trembling look, although Kalia was very worried about Harry, she still rubbed him medicine first, and then took him to the doctor later, so she hugged Harry into her arms and helped him rub the medicine, trying to give him a sense of security as much as possible.

"Harry, if it hurts, call it out, don't bear it, I know you've worked hard, I don't understand why you're like this now, but you're a man, learn to cheer up." Kalia said as she rubbed the medicine on Harry in her arms, and looked at Harry tenderly.

This sentence is like a light in the dark, warm and familiar, Harry's traumatized heart slowly closed, and Harry, who was slowly recovering, felt for the first time that Kalia was really very similar to his mother, they all hurt themselves so much, so gentle, so understanding, and ...... mother has always supported Harry, and his mother has occupied a very important part of Harry's heart, but she is no longer there, Harry shed tears when he thought about it, looking at Carly** couldn't help but call out to his mother, crying may be a way to express his thoughts about someone, It wasn't necessarily weakness, it was just Harry's sadness that he missed his mother.

Kalia was stunned for a moment, then smiled softly, and hugged Harry tighter, Harry could already feel the reassuring warmth that belonged to Kalia, and he suddenly had the idea that he had been sleeping in his mother's arms, and he didn't want to wake up.

At this time, Kalia hummed a little jerky, but it gave people an indescribable ease and comfort, all the troubles were forgotten, and for Harry, it was like a heavenly sound, like the little tune when his mother put him to sleep, so that he could sleep peacefully.

So that's the case, I've been running away from something, what's so terrible, I still have everyone, everyone is my good friend, is my relatives, I haven't always been a person, I have been surrounded by everyone's gentleness, everyone is my driving force, in order to live up to such a gentle everyone, I want to work hard to become stronger, strong enough to protect them from others, this is the meaning of my life.