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The identity of the original owner is the priest of the Holy See of Light, and he has a good relationship with these two people, and it is normal for them to be worried.

Miss Nolan's character, according to Harry's observations during this time, can feel that she is very shy in the process of talking to her.

She is very shy in Harry's eyes, and she is such a picture in the face of strangers, if you know an acquaintance, you can have a conversation without hindrance by referring to the previous dream, not at all like the current voice, if you have to prick up your ears to hear it.

To put it bluntly, she is a delicate woman, and her personality is almost like this......... Harry thought so.

So, Harry's character has to hover between this kind of character, and it's just right that eight or nine are not far from ten.

As if being guided to the right path, Harry's impatient thoughts gradually cooled down, and he slowly analyzed the information in front of him.

A delicate girl of fifteen years old could not remain calm after witnessing that diabolical massacre, and there was nothing more uncomfortable than powerlessness for her most important companion to be killed in front of her.

What will happen to you after such a hell?

Mentally broken, if Harry were to be replaced, he would have gone crazy.

But he is a man, and the subject of his study is a woman, which is not a reference object.

Harry thought about it seriously, but he didn't have any relevant memories in his head, and speaking of which, he was not good at those things about women.

Even though he lived with women like Kalia all day, Harry didn't have the confidence to understand them.

A woman's heart, a needle under the sea.........

There must be a way, Harry racked his brains to search for the memories stored in his head, trying to find a woman with this personality to compare and analyze.

Familiar female faces skimmed Harry's fast-paced mind, matching words and deeds with the delicate women he needed.

But Harry thought about it for a long time, and none of the women matched the character of that delicate woman.

Kalia, who has lived the longest with Harry, is very gentle, but she is not the kind of delicate woman, but she can tell at a glance that she is very hardworking, and her temperament is too different to be a reference object at all.

No, no, no, no matter how you think about it, you won't think of her, the next one.

The fifth sister loves Sia, well, it's not a person with this kind of character, she's a very lively person, it's not.

What are you thinking, he's a man.

Master Festeria's words, hehe, she can't, don't think about it for the rest of her life.

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In his memory, Harry couldn't think of any women who fit this delicate character, all of them were full of characteristics.

That's right, of course everyone will be different, how can someone have the same personality.

Wait, wait! Harry suddenly remembered the face of a man.

Isn't the second sister the best reference object?!Words and deeds are decent, everyone will be captivated by her beauty at the first sight of her, she is gentle and one-of-a-kind, and people will have a desire to protect her, and the second sister is obviously the candidate for this reference.

Harry, who had received the final answer, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Thinking back to the gentle smile of the second sister, Harry felt that his heart was warm and about to melt.

No! That's not what I'm thinking about now! This is a very critical time!

If the second sister encounters this kind of thing in the future, what will happen to her, her important partner is killed in front of her, and she can't do anything.........

Grief-stricken, Harry could already imagine that with such a sense of powerlessness, the second sister would be desperate, and she would definitely blame herself deeply.

The more he thought about it, Harry's heart began to ache, as long as he thought of the grief-stricken face of the second sister leaving tears of despair, and watching all this alone, how cruel it was for a girl.

Unable to imagine any longer, Harry was afraid that his emotions would be assimilated.

Sorry, second sister............ Harry knew he had done another rude thing to someone else. It is too inhumane to bring others into your imagination and press such a tragic ending.

"It's okay, Nolan, everyone is here, if you want to cry, just cry, it's not good for your health to hold it. ”

A soft, warm touch appeared through his cheeks, and the smell of High Priest Anne entered Harry's body from his breath, and he was embraced.

So gentle.........

In the depths of memory, something was triggered, familiar words, recalled over and over again, an unforgettable appearance, and a reassuring temperature.

When did you hear about it?

......... It's in my mother's arms.

What year was that year?

By the way, it was that day every year, and I spent year after year with my mother.

My mother would cry, and she would not usually think of crying, but she would secretly cry in the middle of the night that day, looking at the yellow flowers blooming on the windowsill.

In order not to wake Harry's sleep time, Mother, Ah, suppressed her own crying.

It wasn't because of the hardships of life, it wasn't because she was being bullied, she missed her father, who Harry had never met, and young Harry understood.

Ah, it's so uncomfortable, looking at his mother's appearance, Harry must be in a bad mood.

That time he spoke, and in order to comfort his mother, he comforted him in the language that he still mastered, and got up from the bed, learning to walk was still very difficult for Harry, but it did not prevent him from walking to his mother's side.

I gently hugged my mother on the back, saying that I was hugging, which was probably like finding a support to prevent falling down.

Speaking of which, it seems that he said this sentence first, and Harry really didn't imagine saying such a thing at the time.

It's a shame, I said how many times I didn't cry, it seems like I'm going to be destroyed again.

Tears slipped from his eyes and passed through his cheeks, and the indescribable heartache came to his heart, tormenting him.

"Woo~"

Cries of grief echoed in the room.

Harry gripped High Priestess Anne's hand tightly, as if he was about to grasp something, and he couldn't let it go.

It's been so long, the longing that has been buried in the bottom of my heart has been inadvertently triggered, and Harry can't forget this feeling, for the mother of this world, Harry is grateful, but more remorseful.

I'm sorry, but this time it's been a long time since I've been willful, it's been a long time............

At all times, Harry would never forget that he had such a mother, which made him proud and proud.