How many times had I seen such a thing, and Mira stood quietly in the corner to the left of the main entrance to the monastery, Henry thought.

Abel Ambrosio, a famous scholar from the Palosian Plateau, put forward this theory in his book "To This Gentle and Lovely World": "Those who lament their misfortune all day long often do not feel real pain, while most of those who have experienced many ups and downs in their lives and know the bitterness of life have great tenderness. 」

"It is precisely because they deeply understand the taste of suffering that they pity the things around them more and cherish every trace of hard-won time."

His eyes glanced at the little white-haired guy below.

Mira largely validates the scholar's theories, but unfortunately during Henry's long journeys, he sees a different kind of person more often than not.

Just like the people in front of whom the Loan girl had caught her attention, the people who had been tormented by pain and swore that they wanted to gain strength and want to escape from it all. After gaining power, it inevitably becomes the oppressive side.

There are countless examples of this, and no matter where they are, things that seem ridiculous to the beholder are played out again and again.

The peasant leaders, who suffered under the policy of coercion and finally revolted and overthrew the lords, became another dumb king who abused his power and did whatever he wanted within a dozen years.

Human beings are always too easily lost in desire and power, especially those who have experienced pain, and when they taste the taste of being unfettered and doing whatever they want, they know the marrow.

A person like Mira, who has survived all the hardships and maintained her individuality and purity, is as rare as a legendary unicorn—but can she always do so?" Henry thought to him, looking down at the white-haired girl.

There was something about this girl that attracted him.

Some of his own and many, many others who were born in this world have forgotten the glittering things that should not have been thrown away in the long river of time—but what he should do is a question.

That's why Henry kept silent about the matter at hand, because he subconsciously didn't want the white-haired Loan girl to be tainted by the hypocritical reality.

But Mira is a person who lives in the real world after all, and she is not a puppet at the mercy of sages. The 11-year-old girl had an unusually strong and maverick personality that he had vaguely noticed at first.

But will it be preserved for years to come, along with the glittering nature that attracted Henry in the first place?

He didn't know.

At this moment, the black-haired sage looked down at the other party, he didn't know what would happen in the future, but because of this, the road ahead became somewhat exciting.

This is rare in his life.

The abundance of knowledge that comes with a long journey makes it easy for Henry to judge and solve something in most cases. There was hardly anything that was 'unknown' to him, from a long, long time ago, and before he met Mila, Henry had thought that it would be the same since then.

The white-haired girl may not have been aware of it herself, but from the moment she decided to follow this man that day, the trajectory of some people's lives was destined to change dramatically.

We don't know what kind of magnificent story will happen after this, but tracing back to the roots, it all started in the here and now.

It started with the stubborn girl with white hair, who watched in silence for several minutes.

She was silent, determined but trembling at her pace.

The cork roots of the round-toed shoes made of cork made a crisp sound on the rain-strewn stone slab with Mira's rhythmic steps, and she walked straight up between four young men in their twenties and two middle-aged nuns—Henry watched in silence, and the girl's next move made him sigh.

Obviously, even though Mira seems mature and calm in many of her thoughts compared to her peers - and perhaps most adults as well, she is still a loli after all, and the atmosphere is frozen.

Henry held his forehead with a headache, and the six who had just been arguing hotly fell into a stupor because of this petite white uninvited guest.

Our white-haired loli made a subjective judgment after watching for a few minutes that it was those people who were bullying the nun.

Henry, who had been beating in her heart, could guess that she couldn't let it go when it had happened to her, but the girl alone didn't have enough strength to stop it all - that's why her steps were a little shaky, because Mira didn't know if she would help or not - the sage thought, and the next second she turned her head and looked at him with a pleading look that fully proved the inference.

But that's why he gets a headache.

People will subconsciously substitute for things that involve themselves or are very similar to their own experiences. Once this happens, they will be controlled by emotions and lose the ability to make objective judgments.

The combination of impulsiveness and emotion leads to subjective judgments that are often very different from the facts, and actions based on such judgments often do not end well, as is the case now.

The most richly dressed leader of the four young men frowned and pushed away Mira, who stood in front of the nuns as if she wanted to protect them, while the girl who stumbled to the ground looked at her in a daze, and the nuns she 'protected' did not even look at her.

"Go inside," said the nun, who was forty or fifty years old, to the young men, and then turned her head to look at Mira coldly, and then turned her gaze to Henry.

"You are not welcome here, get out, poor poor devil" The mercy of the clergy could not even accommodate an inch of space on that face full of disgust, and Henry, who had expected this, looked calm, while Mira, who sat on the ground in a daze, did not make a sound for a long time.

"Bang-" The wooden door of the monastery was slammed shut, and the distinct sound of the iron deadbolt being fastened reached the ears of the two of them. The footsteps on one side were far away, while the other was approaching, and Henry came over and stood next to Mira, saying nothing.

The air began to chill a little, and I don't know if it was the psychological effect of the sparse crowd, Mira hugged her arm.

"They...... Is it involved......" Her voice was thin and trembling.

Henry could probably understand what the white-haired Lori was thinking—she thought that at least the nuns would be the last refuge for the children, just as she had at least had her parents as a haven in the midst of so much suffering.

But the world has always been cold and cruel, and even real relatives can easily abandon them for small gains. Not to mention the nuns who take care of these children just because of their duties.

Henry looked directly into Mira's eyes, the pale blue pupils with tears in the corners of her eyes were so pure that only then could he realize the fact that the girl he had known for less than two weeks was only 11 years old.

But she is destined to have no way to grow up as simply and happily as a child.

The man who called himself a sage looked straight into those pure eyes in silence, and then spoke slowly, in his usual slightly formal wording: "There are some people who are not fully conscious when they take responsibility"

"Maybe it's a reluctant duty, maybe it's just the result of impulse"

Indeed, in your opinion, the miserable lives of the children caused by the actions of those people, the deeper you go, the more painful it becomes. But what if I told you that the starting point of all this was not malice, but a self-satisfied act of kindness?" the key words in Henry's words made Mira's eyes widen in amazement, and then the sage raised a hand and pointed straight at the dirty gray stone tablet at the entrance of the monastery house.

She did not know the true writing, so Henry opened his mouth and read: "Good man: Mr. Lawrence, in the year 189 of the Avenella calendar, in the autumn of the year 227 of the Avenella calendar, and in the autumn of the year 227 of the Avenella calendar, he took 17 orphans to live in the monastery of Ashinir, may the gods remember your mercy."

"If I can guess, the great good man has never visited these children since he put them here. Henry put away his hand, and looked down at the girl: "Mira"—he rarely called her name so solemnly—though in fact the two had only known each other for a short time—and the girl's eyes sparkled with an inexplicable light, and the sage continued: "We always feel that we have a mission and that we have to do something because of something that seems to be distressing."

"But sometimes, an incomplete, half-hearted act of kindness hurts more than pure malice. The girl did not interject, but listened quietly to Henry's words: "It is not only the interests of some people who have ruined their lives, but in the final analysis, it is the indifference that prevails in the depths of the heart, which is whitewashed by the appearance of goodwill." ”

"I know there is a part of your heart that blames me, blames me for having power, but you see them and don't want to lend a hand"

"You may not have understood it if I had explained it to you before, but now you can understand it," he said, staring directly at Mira, whose eyes widened in a daze.

"Because of the impulse and the inexplicable sense of responsibility, or just half-hearted acts of kindness for the sake of self-satisfaction, will only mess up other people's lives and even lives. Two pairs of similar colors, but one deep and one clear, reflected each other, and the man who called himself a sage said word by word in the cold air.

"Therefore I need you to be sure"

"Saving others may sound great, like a hero, but it's not a one-time task, and if you decide to do it, the consequences, for better or worse, will stay with you for the rest of your life."

"It's something that you have to think about calmly, objectively, and do from the heart. If you can't decide that you are determined to give everything for this matter, no matter what, give it your all to reach an ending with a clear conscience. ”

"Suppose you act at first out of a little compassion, and when you reach out, you indulge in the self-satisfaction of helping others, without thinking about what will come with it. ”

"You shouldn't be doing this"

"......" Mira lowered her head.

Her white hair was ruffled by the breeze, and under the gray-blue sky, it showed the same clarity as those eyes.

This time the silence was rather short, and in less than ten seconds the girl from the Roan people raised her head again.

She looked directly at Henry.

"Mr. Sage may not be qualified to say that others are self-satisfied, half-and good. Henry's first words made Mira stunned, and then he remembered that she was referring to the incident that had ruined her life when the two first met, and the girl smiled just as the man who called himself the Sage was a little crying and laughing.

"But I'm not on the bad side in terms of results alone, am I?" said Mira, who rose from the ground, her previous unhappiness seemed to have vanished, and she smiled and tilted her head to look up at Henry.

The wind was blowing the girl's long, chest-length white hair, and she said this against the backdrop of that bright smile.

If there is such an example, there is no reason to choose to sit idly by and watch out of fear of consequences and responsibility. Mira said, and Henry shrugged, "You still haven't answered my question head-on"

"But that's at least a good answer," the man who claimed to be a sage smiled, staring at the wooden door of the monastery.

"So what now?" asked Mira.

"Now?"

"We're going to commit a little sin," Henry replied.