If possible,

I still want to be like me before, like the naïve and cowardly teenager I used to be...... ，

To look forward to the light,

To look forward to the day,

To yearn for hope,

To greet the applause,

To laugh at the darkness,

to control your destiny,

To believe and desire all the good things in this world that are worth looking forward to. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's like the magnificent world that his parents used to tell him about when he was young...... ，

............

Kerr looked with some sin at the people of the Vault in front of him, whose population had dropped by at least three times.

No crying, no pain, no sorrow .......

Just like a baby who has just been born in this world, some constrained teenagers just feel that they suddenly become a little confused, and there is a little bit of confusion. Perhaps, he is really just a child who has just come into this world. Alone, he had just had the opportunity to taste the taste of despair, and the beautiful emotions were an existence that he didn't even know what the taste was, and in the chaos that permeated the world, he only learned the darkness and despair that the dark years had given. So he couldn't comprehend the thirst for hope.

"Hello, can I talk to him?" the old mage, whose weakened body was deteriorating, walked heavily to Kerr's side with the help of Rouse. However, Proteus, who used to treat his apprentices very seriously, now even spoke with a hint of rustiness.

"He, teacher, who is he? I'm Kerle!" Cher asked in surprise. In his memory, that was not the tone in which the old mage would speak to his students. And for Ker, this was a tone that the old mage had never used for him. Ability only tells him negative thoughts about others, and as for the unknown, it always makes people panic. The purple-eyed boy who was a little worried felt that he didn't even dare to look into the teacher's deep eyes. Born in this dark world, Kerr had only lost his feelings for a day, and for the first time tasted the emotion called Void Heart.

"Yes, you are Kerr. But now I want to talk more about my cowardly and self-righteous apprentice. Proteus said unmoved. The cloudy eyes seemed to have some other ability, piercing all of Kerr's defenses.

The purple eyes that burned like flames, constantly swaying and flickering against the background of the black sky and the entire dim horizon, looked like the tail flames left by two meteors in this dark world from a distance, illusory and beautiful. It's only been less than two days apart, but it feels like it's been centuries apart.

"I'm your apprentice!" Kerr growled in disbelief.

"No, you're not ....... He is. The old mage remained calm, even looking at him with a hint of anger. It's like he's stealing something that's so important to him.

He ...... Is. All I see in your eyes is greed and hypocrisy. With a hint of almost invisible sorrow, the old master told this disciple who was already a head taller than himself, the disciple who had once made him extremely proud, his anger and dissatisfaction.

"Can I talk to him?"

The old mage repeated it again in a dry voice, as if with emphasis.

“......”

“...... Good. ”

The purple flame seemed to be alive, slowly extinguishing as the words fell. Underneath it, a pair of black, clear eyes emerged.

"Teacher, I'm sorry....... “

"Is this what you call your choice? Is it to escape? or to fight? Is it your real inner roar! or is it a compromise to yourself!" The calm voice began to stir, and then turned into a sad old man's angry roar.

As if they hadn't heard, the people around them continued to walk slowly into the distance, under the dim curtain, carrying a few bags on their backs. A small halo of light scattered across the earth illuminates the way forward.

"Teacher, I'm sorry....... “

"It's an escape!" Kerr's words were once again rudely interrupted by the old mage.

"It's also irresponsible to yourself!"

"Yes! It's an escape. But this is my true choice from the heart!" This is the first and last time, the real Kell has issued his own angry cry against the teacher who has always been extremely respected, and the father who has been extremely admired.

"It's my choice! And I'm willing to pay for my recklessness! Even if I have to run like a dog in the face of life, I won't regret the choice I made!"

"I'm going to face myself, in order to have the power to break the shackles......" Suddenly, Kerr's voice gradually became quieter and quieter...... Gradually, one of his eyes turned black, and the other burned with an indestructible purple Yan.

He, or they, silently looked at this strong old man who had never been defeated by fate.

Proteus, a former reaper on the battlefield, a giant of the Seven Towers and Eight Wizards. Now...... He cried, and suddenly he wept silently and so sadly. Under his eyes, there was a lot of worry about his children.

Some bitter tears flowed through the unsightly wrinkles that had been eroded by time and suffering, and we could still vaguely find the old mage's once commanding appearance in that resolute outline. But the old man, who had never surrendered to the ups and downs, still cried. Now crying is like a sad child. He slowly removed his hand from Rouse's shoulder, and tried to straighten his back, as if to let the tears flow back to his eyes, to his old heart, which had been so bad. But the tears still couldn't stop flowing, and the emotions mixed with pride in the disciples, worries about the family, and confusion about the future finally burst out in the old soul, and finally turned into tears like a new life.

One...... Two...... Ten...... Slowly, almost all the people who were in a hurry stopped their hurried steps. They were silent around the patron saint who had always guarded hope for others.

The old man raised his head slightly, as if he had been looking at the top of everyone's heads as unruly, the barrier that hung over the top of the whole world like a shackle, the curtain that plunged the world into darkness. With tears in his eyes, he suddenly remembered the words of his teacher when he was dying. ...... It's fate, and in this lonely world, there will always be people who will make those different decisions to break the prison that those stupid beings have set for themselves.

"Is this your decision?" a cloudy tear accidentally flowed into Proteus's mouth, and it tasted particularly spicy.

"Yes, it was my decision. It's our decision. "The words spoken by one person are more like the voices of two people.

"Yes, maybe you, no, you, maybe need this. “

The old mage slowly stopped the weakness that had been accidentally revealed for a while. Slowly but surely, he folded the worn-out staff in his hand that had accompanied him for nearly a hundred years.

......

It's a little embarrassing......

Fold it hard again...... , the staff that had become crunchy due to aging finally broke. Under the disguise of what appeared to be unusual, a black-red horn fell from the middle of the staff.

"It will keep you from being swallowed up by this desperate and dark world. As a teacher, I always want you to be your ....... But I now know that I'm too much of you. Before I knew it, you were actually adults. “

"Teacher ......"

"Also, the old man didn't cry, but the sand was blinding his eyes!"

"Yes, teacher!"