Here it is......

Hemtika?

The boy rubbed his eyebrows, his body was as heavy as lead, his consciousness was drowsy, and the mere opening of his eyes and the sight of this ancient world, which was almost entirely black and white under the thick clouds, made him exhausted, and he staggered like a drunkard and almost fell to the ground.

It hurts so much.

Finally found a bench by the street, and Amy didn't even bother to look at it, so she collapsed on it.

Close your eyes.

Although in the world where it was impossible to distinguish whether it was reality or fantasy, he was as brilliant as the ancestors who had broken through the darkness and chaos, and dealt a heavy blow to the monster whose specific appearance was difficult to describe, but this was far beyond the limit of his reach, and it was by no means costless, whether it was the short sword dark blood, or the firstborn fire, while borrowing their power, he had to pay a high price, or the glorious blood inherited from the ancestors in his body, or his own vitality, not to mention that in that situation at that time, the firstborn fire and the sword that cut through the darkness had a wonderful resonance, and the power supplied to him was not simply added but multiplied......

So, what about the cost that corresponds to power?

The boy was silent.

Then I gave up thinking.

Just lie on the bench and try to empty your mind in the midst of a wake-up headache.

Fall asleep.

Time passed imperceptibly, and I don't know how long it took for the young glorious man to get his wish and enter the land of nothingness without pain and trouble.

Sleep to relieve fatigue and time to heal pain.

In the gray world constructed by black and white, Amy Ulysses, who had rarely had a good rest, finally opened her eyes, and then gently touched the center of her eyebrows with her hand - although the headache was greatly relieved and he was relatively much more energetic, he was still as sore and unconscious as if he had just woken up from a hangover.

There's no way around it.

After rubbing his eyebrows, the young man let out a long sigh of relief.

After all, recuperation is a long process, and it is better to have another daydream, at least it can recuperate for a period of time without pain.

The young one of glory thought so, and then got up.

After a week of patrolling the world in front of me, I couldn't help but lower my eyes slightly.

This is Hemtika.

There is no doubt that the layout of the streets, as well as the classic buildings that line them, bear this out.

However...... Nor is it Hemtika.

At least not the reality of Hemtica - the gray-white tones of the whole world full of dissonance, just the temple of Hephaestus standing in front of him let him know that this could not be Hemtika, it could not be the Hemtica he knew.

So what is this place?

I don't know.

The boy could only give this answer, he really had no way of knowing where he was now, his memory was only the moment when he burned himself and swung the sword of light and flame at the terrible monster beneath the dark abyss whose exact form was difficult to describe, and what happened after that-

He wasn't impressed!

So......

Embarrassed.

Touching his nose, the young Glory Man planned to try his luck at the Temple of Hephaestus.

Although he was not very conscious, he was now the High Priest of the Temple of Hephaestus, one of the most revered people in the whole of Hemtika, and perhaps in this temple that carried the fire, he could get information that would help break through the current impasse.

However, the accident happened the moment he took his steps towards the temple.

Like a dream bubble, the world collapsed

So time and space rotated, and the world was reconstructed.

The moment he took his steps fell, he had entered a new world that was both familiar and strange.

Here it is......

When she saw the scene in front of her, Amy was stunned, revealing a complex look that mixed shock, reminiscence, and remembrance, and couldn't help but stop her steps.

Hansenlton Avenue.

He, Yulia, and her father and mother lived in the same place.

It's home.

The young glorifier looked at the familiar and unfamiliar streets around him, and although under the gray tones of the world as a whole, Hansendon Avenue, which was once called prosperous, was now infected by the rings of time, and was filled with an incredible mottled feeling, but perhaps because of this, he stopped his steps, and the two irrepressible emotions of homesickness and homesickness were mixed together, and his mind was like a large dye vat mixed with twenty-four different colors, and even he did not know what it tasted like.

It's just that the body is always honest.

When the boy came to his senses, he was already in front of his own mansion.

"Home, ......"

Amy sighed in a low voice, letting out a complicated emotion.

Then silence.

His eyes stared vacantly at the pitch-black gate that lay in front of him, neither forward nor backward, just reaching out and hovering slightly abruptly.

Opened ...... So what?

It's gone after all.

The lonely sigh had just come out, and the young man's eyebrows, which had not yet eased, suddenly froze.

- A voice came from behind him.

The young Glory One looked back, and the figure of the approacher appeared in the dark pupils.

It was a young girl of eight or nine years old, with slightly baby fat facial features that were not like humans, black eyes shining, and long silver-white hair hanging down quite softly, all the way to the ankles, and then with the white dress that perfectly matched her, even if it was among the crowds, it was also full of a heterogeneous texture that was contrary to reality, as if the snow fairy had descended into the mortal world in winter, and the whole person was haunted by a dreamy and ethereal atmosphere.

"Yuria. ”

Subconsciously confide in the girl's name.

And then there was silence again.

Wrong...... Something is very wrong......

Amy Ulysses frowned, there was no doubt that the young girl in front of her was none other than his sister Yulia, but ...... But not Yulia in reality, but in the past...... About four or five years ago, Yulia, and, even though he was in front of the door, she didn't have him in her eyes.

In other words, this is the past, or to a certain extent, an illusion of the past.

Could it be a trap?

The teenager was noncommittal and could not rule out this possibility, but ...... It doesn't feel like it.

First, it was too deliberate, and secondly, if the master here really had ill intentions towards him, the emptiness after his death with the indescribable Chaos Beast sleeping in the endless darkness under Hemtika should be the most suitable time to start, even if there was a premonition of death, it would be difficult to escape from a way out of life in the terrible state at that time.

So, get in touch with Yulia and give it a try.

If you're not mistaken, it's just a phantom of memory.

Amy narrowed her eyes, then stepped towards the young girl, and then walked through them.

It is interspersed like a dream bubble.

No entity?

No, it's just that he can't reach it.

Nodding his head clearly, the young Glory Man was basically sure that he could not directly interfere with the matter of "history", and the vigilance in his heart was slightly relaxed, which not only proved that this was not the real world, but also proved that the owner of the illusion did not have ill will towards him.

After all...... This illusion is so crudely crafted.

He pursed his lips, the corners of his mouth faintly outlining, and then followed in Yulia's footsteps, walking side by side with the only maid of the Ulysses family in his memory.

Her name is Thea, she is a very powerful maid, although the Ulysses family is so thin that it is not much different from an ordinary family of four, but the mansion and courtyard occupy a large area, can be managed by herself in an orderly manner, and have considerable attainments in many fields such as social etiquette, heraldry, art and swordsmanship, such talents are not like a declining glorious family can retain.

Now that I think about it, nine times out of ten, it has something to do with the Night's Watch.

It's just that...... He was a little undecided, she was obviously more familiar with her mother, more intimate, and had a clearer sense of respect and inferiority.

Forget it, there's no need to think about it.

Shaking his head, the boy followed the two into the mansion.

At the square table in the restaurant, he reunites with his parents, whose memory has faded.

In the middle of the square table is a dark-haired and black-eyed, very young adult male, judging from the eyebrows, although there are not many places close to Amy, but the temperament that is revealed is the same, when the two stand together, their relationship does not need to be repeated.

It's father and son.

Leo Ulysses, is the name of this man.

Sitting on the left side of the square table is a young woman who looks only eighteen or nineteen years old, not only has the years not left the slightest trace on her beautiful face, but has further precipitated her beauty, her long silver hair is gently draped over her shoulders, and her dignified posture and natural charm reveal charming black pupils, making her look both innocent and charming of a girl, and elegant and dignified of a mature woman.

Naturally, she is Amy's mother, Enid Ulysses.

Seeing his parents who had not heard from him again, the young glorious man felt not only the joy of reunion after a long absence, but also a faint melancholy and sourness.

In the final analysis, this warm scene in front of me is just a phantom of the past.

The two of them in reality, I'm afraid-

The boy stopped his conjecture in time and regained his attention.

"Welcome back, Yulia. Amy's father, Leo Ulysses, naturally showed a gentle smile, and the characteristics of the senior daughter control were undoubtedly displayed at this moment, "How are you doing at school, how are you getting along with your classmates, have you been bullied by the teacher......"

The cold and warm temperament collapsed in an instant, and the continuous questioning was even more talkable than chatterbox.

"Alright. Enid, who was on the ambiguous line between the girl and the woman, stopped her husband's seemingly never-ending questioning, "One by one, how do you ask Yulia to answer like this—besides, it's dinner time, please be quiet." ”

And so, the world was quiet.

"Hmm. ”

The young girl only whispered a low answer to this, and then cut the steak cutely and clumsily with a dinner knife.

Well, super cute.

The senior daughter and the senior sister nodded at this moment.

But......

The teenager on the side, who was as transparent as air, was moved by the warm daily life that he had not seen for a long time, but at the same time, he had a deep sense of dissonance.

I always feel ...... It seems that something has been forgotten.

Something is wrong.

His brow furrowed unconsciously, furrowing in an arc.