That's a, not a particularly long story.

The boy has always felt that he is a very happy person. His mother held the position of a maid in the lord's family of the city-state, and although she did the same work as other maids, she was well paid enough to buy property in the city.

Enough to live and the high status that came with serving the lord's family, although only mother and son, their lives were full and rich.

Although my mother is often able to come back for a day only a week because of her busy work, he always smiles heartily when he feels her tenderness and prepares dinner and eats together.

What a father is like, what it's like to have a father, the teenager is not clear.

In the long and peaceful days, when he saw a family of three moving together on the road, he often thought about what life would be like if there was one more person to accompany him and accompany his mother.

Is it that when you have any problems, you can find each other and rely on each other, and whether your mother can not work so hard alone, and that person will support all this with her.

When people don't have something, they usually have too many fantasies about innocence and beauty, and when this desire for a complete family reaches its extreme, he can't help but ask his mother when he is still young.

"Why don't I have a dad? ”

Ferry still remembers that day in the kitchen in the left corner of the first floor of their small red brick house with her mother wearing an apron. She still has a wooden shovel in her hand and is making him his favorite Krant-style burrito.

When you hear your own inquiry. She turned slowly, a sad expression on her face. Then he threw away the shovel in his hand and hugged him.

"Can't it be just the two of us together, Ferry. ”

Children from incomplete families are always more sensible than children who have everything. Even at a young age, Ferry was keenly aware of his mother's grief and pain, and never spoke of it since.

He is precocious. At the age of seven or eight, Ferry knew how to take care of everything in the house on a normal day, and by the age of eleven or twelve, he even began to learn from the neighbor's uncle who knew how to weave rattan baskets, and also made some things to sell when his mother was busy. Fill the home.

Ferry was always compared to his own children by the neighborhood, he had never enjoyed that kind of childlike pleasure, the other children didn't want to play with Ferry because they didn't like him for not being interesting enough, and the stubborn Ferry felt that these people didn't understand anything.

If there is no man in the family, then he must become a man sooner, so that he can share the burden of life for his mother and become her dependence.

'I won't make her cry anymore' with that thought in his arms since that day, Ferry grew up silently. He never mentioned anything about his father again, and he didn't even complain about anything else.

The sensible Ferry, the neighborhood leader commented on him.

But man is a creature who needs the company of others. The more you grow up, the more you suppress your inner feelings. On the night of a thunderstorm when I was lying alone in bed and opened my eyes and couldn't fall asleep. When you have prepared a dish but you can only sit at the table and enjoy it alone. When I encounter something interesting or painful, I want to tell someone. When I turned around and found that there was no one around.

Grief always slowly condenses.

Accumulate, repress. Then there will always be an outbreak. In order not to worry his mother, who was already very tired, Ferry did not say it. He just ran away silently alone when he was at the height of his grief, ran to a place where no one knew and wept alone, and then put on a smiling face again.

And it was on such a day, no different from other times, that he hid alone in the alley and sobbed, and met the man on crutches.

"Little one, what do you have to cry about, tell it to my uncle. ”

- Like a cat scared of life, Ferry escaped.

The skinny boy took advantage of his legs and feet to shake off the other party, and he returned home, continuing with his usual life as if nothing had happened. But this was not the end, and when he felt very sad again, Ferry went to another place, a secret place that only he knew, but he met him again.

Time and time again, as a place of exclusive secrecy, he is always discovered by the other party. The boy who refused to let the other person approach him would turn his head and run every time, taking advantage of the inconvenient disadvantage of the other person's legs and feet to shake him off, but he would still find him every time.

Day after day, time passed and he couldn't find a place to vent his inner feelings, **** his wounds, and the young man who covered everything with a strong expression finally couldn't help but stop, turned around and accused the other party loudly: "Why are you chasing me, can't you leave me alone!" He was hysterical, like an angry little beast. And the uncle, who was covered with stubble and a cane, shrugged his shoulders.

"If you really wanted to be alone, would you choose to sob in the alley next to this kind of avenue?"

Everyone who was doing their own things hurried by, and the eyes of the young man who was broken by the word widened in a daze, and then sobbed and sobbed, and finally couldn't help but cry.

After all, he is just a child, no matter how to whitewash his surface with strength and understanding, the pain, sadness and loneliness in his heart will never disappear, he longs for the company of others, but because of the inner entanglement and embarrassment, there is no way to say it directly.

"I used to be like you. The uncle smiled at him: "My name is Vega, what about you." ”

"My name is Ferry ......," the crying boy said as he wiped his tears, Vega patted him on the shoulder, and then said with a smile, "Shout out your heart, and you will be much better." ”

As he spoke, the boy hesitated for a moment. Then he shouted in a loud, loud voice.

"Mom, I want you to be there for me more. ”

"I'm afraid of loneliness!" "I want a dad too!"

Saved up for several years. The true thoughts of the heart, which were concealed by the appearance of sensibility, exploded in an instant. Many of the passers-by turned their heads to look at him, but quickly left.

"Look, wouldn't it be much better to say it?" the young man, who felt that he was in a very relaxed mood, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then turned his head. The uncle with a cane behind him smiled at him and said, and the boy nodded vigorously. That week, the day the mother returned, she was keenly aware of the slight changes in her child.

It was impossible for her to be unaware of the things she had suppressed before, but she didn't have any way to solve it. What exactly happened to this child, she didn't know. All she knew was from that day.

Ferry was a little older.

He became cheerful, and in addition to the sensible that still existed, he began to play with the children around him. Step by step, things seem to be going in a good direction, the boy still has no father, but he has a person who is very much like a father.

Then, time passed. On a rainy night, my mother hurried home. "Ferry ! Hurry up and pack up, we'll get out of here early to-morrow morning!" He had never seen his mother so anxious, her face pale and trembling as if she had witnessed unspeakable horror. Ferry, who was enjoying dinner alone, rushed over and shook his mother's hand. Then I immediately felt that it was extremely cold, apparently the result of rushing home in the heavy rain.

"What's going on, Mom. Isn't it the day after tomorrow to take a vacation? Visibly frightened, the mother kept shaking. She was incoherent, and a worried and suspicious Ferry decided to let her go to bed first. so as not to catch a cold.

"I'm out the door, Mom. The young man who didn't know how to be good had to go to the only person he could rely on to ask for help, and for countless days and nights, countless times and countless times, he regretted, suffered, and struggled, and blamed himself deeply, constantly thinking about whether the outcome would have been different if he had not left that day.

Vega would tell him every time that it wasn't your fault, and that even if you were there, it would only add a corpse. But Ferry had no way to accept it, because it was his only relative, his beloved mother, who died miserably in his bed.

The world of teenagers collapsed.

Everything was so beautiful and thriving, and he should have grown into a great man. But someone, someone, someone he had never met, who he didn't know by name, ruined his whole world in order to see him as nothing at all.

"I ...... I-"

That day, Ferry was unable to say a word, and Vega, who realized that this was not trivial, shifted his focus and began to search for the culprit, and without he noticing, something in the boy's body awakened.

And it, thirsting for blood.

The sense of justice, the psychology of revenge, wanting power, I want power, I want power to change everything.

In the midst of the pain he lost consciousness and fell into a deep sleep, sleeping as peacefully as a baby as if he had returned to swaddling clothes, and when he woke up again, the world was no longer the same.

Out of nowhere, something appeared, a power he had never known before, driven by a sense of justice distorted by a vengeful heart, and coexisted with bloodthirsty desires.

- Ferry's first murder was a month after his mother's death. Vega, who is a sheriff, has become busy with his work during this time, focusing on solving crimes, not realizing that the boy has completely changed.

The deceased was a gangster and evil party, who did not mislead in his career, and only knew extortion all day long. He wasn't the one who lived in Monroe, maybe he happened to come in from outside and met the killer, and Vega didn't pay much attention to the corpse mixed with a group of dead people of all ages and genders.

"After all, it's such a scumbag, even if it's dead. The sheriff said this, as if affirming the boy's behavior.

Once you have it, it will be smoother to do it a second time. He vented his anger wantonly, on what's that, on what's that. Why don't you people cherish everything that you have a good family and peace? Why is it that all this sorrow is only happening to me?

The villains and villains who are not used to seeing each other seem to have invisibly become their stand-ins for themselves who did nothing that day. He vented his anger frantically, until one day he didn't completely kill the other party, and the bad guy who was supposed to be the most vicious looked in a certain direction with his last breath and said with tears streaming down his face: "Child, I'm sorry...... Dad can't go back. It was then that Ferry finally realized that he was doing the same thing as the murderer of his mother.

"So I am...... Bad people......" The boy who looked at his hands full of blood in a daze, knowing that he would never return to his old life.

Hypocritical, righteous judged by one's own subjectivity, for the sake of such a thing, he ruined the lives of others.

It's like those guys who ruined their lives for something they couldn't explain.

Rumors began to go viral. The suspicion reached the boy's ears and gave him a new purpose. He grasped it firmly and began to work hard, first to register as a mercenary, and then to sell his family property and start searching for items that could strengthen his power.

He knew it was magic - but what kind of it was? Books on magic were scarce, but fortunately the Monroe were full of merchants and travelers, and after much inquiry, he finally got the necessary information.

This power must be strengthened, and this power must be used. Gradually gaining knowledge has made Ferry realize that the power in his hands is the same as that used by the man who killed his mother, and perhaps it was the reason why they killed his mother? Deceived by Vega, Ferry is single-mindedly moving towards this goal, and what he has discovered. There are also more and more ......

"I met you that day......" Henry helped the pale Ferry, the black ring on his wrist was stuck to the skin and could not be untied, and the boy continued, "Actually, I am...... I'd love to tell Uncle Vega...... I...... ...... who want to investigate with them"

"......" Mira crouched to the side. A small face wrinkled together with sadness. Tears welled up in the corners of Ferry's eyes from the pain, and consciousness began to blur. He spoke incoherently: "I would love to ......"

"I'm so envious...... You ......"

"I'm ......" "Whoa-ah-" His body began to twitch as if he had returned to light. The boy's eyes became more bright for a moment, and he turned his head to look at the dead little Oscar next to him, and then showed a smile - but this smile was not the comfort of revenge, but it carried a slight self-deprecation.

"They're so stupid...... But ......so am I," Ferry said, and neither Henry nor Mira spoke, but they just listened quietly to the last words of the young man who had not known each other for a long time, but who had indeed entered their lives.

"The element of magic is present in all ...... In the human body, cough cough cough. He coughed up blood, and the white-haired Roan girl let out a worried exclamation, which made the boy smile a reluctant but peaceful smile, he shook his head, and then continued, "Although the concentration of magic is high enough to release magic, human subjects...... It is a random occurrence, but a fact that many people recognize...... In a family with a mage, the chance of a mage being a descendant will ...... Lots more ......"

At this point, Mira, who was not stupid, could already tell what Ferry was referring to, she was stunned at first, then turned her head to look at the corpse of little Oscar next to her, and then turned to look at Ferry - the young man was staring at Henry's eyes at the moment.

"But you're probably already aware of this......" He used an honorific title at Henry, perhaps due to the fact that the sage had instructed him in swordsmanship before, or perhaps for a deeper reason.

"yes...... Oh, yes...... If there really is a god of fate, then he must be a god who likes to play tricks on people. Ferry laughed, but also cried.

"My enemy...... It's my half-brother, the father I've longed for for a long time...... It's the Monroe Grand Duke today......"

"And it was he who ordered my mother to be killed...... Because she found something she shouldn't have discovered......"

"Power ......"

"Teacher......" Ferry called Henry by the same title as Mira, and the sage nodded, and he continued, "nobles or something...... Not as it should be, with noble bloodlines and personality...... And the noble of the heart......"

"Why can they ...... Take the other people ...... Other people's lives...... and life ......"

"It's so easy to ruin ......"

"Just ...... casually"

"They ......" The question asked by the young man, even if it was a sage, needed to be considered before he could answer it.

"A noble mind has nothing to do with whether it is a nobleman or not. Henry's last words were not a positive reply, and the pale-faced Ferrie turned his head to look at the Luoan girl on the side, then looked back at Henry again, and smiled heartily again.

"What a farce...... Right......"

"Treating other people's lives as nothing, thinking that they are in control of everything...... Keep me, the bastard, to sacrifice to the devil in exchange for power...... I gave up because my magic didn't awaken, and I sacrificed my second child......"

"In the end, the harvest was chaos and madness......

"Greed...... Power...... It's true...... Isn't it a good thing......" His eyelids began to close slowly, and Mira covered her mouth with a "whimper", Ferry was still saying something, and Henry leaned over and listened.

"If so...... If I could have met you sooner......"

"Can you ...... Take me on an adventure......"

"Will it ...... It's very happy......"

"Bang-"

The pale arm landed on the cold marble floor, and there was a sway, followed by a cheer from the second floor, and two lines of hot tears slipped from the corners of Mira's eyes, and she began to whimper quietly, while Henry whispered to Ferry, who had a serene face.

"Well, definitely. (To be continued.) )