Marshall's future is destined to be different from ordinary people, it is full of ups and downs and pathos, hunger, thirst and confusion, and even more loneliness. Three minutes after hearing that he was about to transfer to the Central Academy of Magic, Marshall smashed everything in his room that could be smashed.

She screamed heartbreakingly, pounded the bed, grabbed the magic sword, and sliced open the soft mattress at random, bursting steel springs that crackled and bounced onto the windowsill of the bedroom. Immediately, she grabbed the neck of the vase on the bedside table, and slammed it to the ground with all her strength, shattering into useless sharp dregs.

Erin tried to comfort Marshall:

[Marshall, you calm down first......]

"I ...... How! Calm down! Marshall wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Mingming...... It's not easy to build a good relationship! Whether it's Zibelin, Ellie, or Yuri, Ilya, and Minia......"

[Maybe you'll meet again in the future.] 】

"What about meeting! Charlie is definitely going to break up our ...... again Whenever I feel like I've caught something, they always flow off my side! I even felt like I was a puddle of water, destined to leave them! Marshall tugged at his hair and clutched the key to his chest in pain, "Oh yes, my father, my dear father!" And so you go...... Leave me behind! That's it! Nothing, nothing left! Not a single thing left! ”

Little did Marshall know now that Zibelin was leaning against the door of her bedroom, taking her words in her ears word for word.

Zibelin sighed slightly in surprise, but as if he had already known, shook his head, and left quietly. She probably knew that Marshall's farewell was not good, and as the deputy head of the Golden Rose Order, she had to do her duty...... Even when Marshall wasn't with them, Zibelin had to get everyone active. She actually knew that Marshall would not be with them for long, and when she saw Marshall's dark and dark face in the morning, she confirmed her suspicions.

Marshall...... Don't let me down. Qi Beilin smiled, she wiped the corners of her eyes, and immediately went to gather the rest of the members.

Marshall was alone, sitting on the crooked bed, the room was dark, with no lights on, and the only window in his room was still against the wall, and if the lights were not turned on, it would be dark. She suddenly felt that her life was like this, which inevitably gave rise to self-pity and corresponding feelings of resentment against her father.

"I was born without a mother, why did you even leave me so early! You have almost nothing left to me, why do you want me to bear these things......"

"I just want to live the life of an ordinary person...... Is it that difficult! She threw the pillow on the floor again, and in a fit of rage, she grabbed the key to her chest and tore off the necklace, which was not very strong. She pinched it so hard that the key was embedded in her flesh, and the sweet smell of blood immediately poured out of the wound.

Marshall suddenly found that her blood was completely drained by the key in her hand in a short time! She screamed and threw away the shiny red key in fear. The key did not fall to the ground, but floated uncharacteristically into the air, the rust on its surface gradually disappearing, and the fluttering red light gradually disappeared. Countless cracks emerged from the surface of the key, only a crisp click was heard, like a silver snake molting, and the old surface of the key burst open, revealing a silver glowing inside.

Marshall didn't react for a while, and just wanted to grab the [Golden Rose] to defend himself. The key hovering in mid-air became more and more shiny, and layers of human figures appeared on the base. Marshall tightened his grip on the sword and swallowed, trying to tell who the figures belonged to. She seemed to have seen these flickering figures, all of whom had appeared on the walls of the Palazzo Poserona...... Even now it is still in the showroom of the Palazzo Pocellona.

Those are their own ancestors! And his own father!

The teeth at the front of the key kept changing, the space splashed with ripples, and the howling wind instantly swept away everything in the room except Marshall, and a deep crack gradually took shape, the shape of a keyhole. Marshall peeked forward against the gale, and the dark pores emitted an incomparably distant starlight, and behind the distant starlight, there seemed to be something deeper and warmer.

Is this the legacy that her father passed on to her?

The wind blew away the tears from the corners of Marshall's eyes, and the invisible force kept urging her to reach out and hold the key that floated in the air.

[Marshall. 】

"Yes...... Who is it? Marshall quickly turned his head, looking with some horror for where the familiar, ethereal voice was coming from.

【Marshall ......】

[Marshall! 】

[Marshall? 】

[Marshall——]

The space in front of you is becoming more and more distorted, and the deep keyhole seems to have become a vortex in the space, if you don't insert the key in the air, this space and everything around it will collapse! Marshall mustered up her courage, slowly moved her feet, and leaned forward cautiously, the key on her chest seemed to be waiting for something, she must know that the person waiting for this inheritance was herself!

"Hah-" Marshall jumped forward and snatched the key from the air and inserted it into the central keyhole!

It's hot!

Marshall only felt that her palm was being scorched by the flames, but she still pushed the crystal key forward with all her might, and twisted it violently!

Click! It seems that something has been opened.

The space was cleaved open by an invisible blade, a door slowly opened by countless colorful streamers, and the swirling sparks mixed with floating fragments of time and space were swept into the depths of the eternal river by the multicolored streamers. Behind the open gate, waiting for the same glittering gates, and at the end of the seemingly infinite gate, there is only white that symbolizes the unknown and hope.

"Wow!" Marshall's navel was slammed into the air, and his whole body wrinkled in the air, and he quickly shrank into an insignificant dot and threw himself into the clear and brilliant gate of time and space in front of him. Soon, Marshall's exclamations disappeared without a trace.

The intense dizziness flickered, and Marshall was soon thrown out of the mysterious gate until she landed in a shallow, clear spring.

"Hmm......" Marshall held the magic sword in one hand and the key to return to simplicity in the other, and stood up from the water. A warm glow poured down from the top of Marshall's head, like a large warm hand caressing her head.

This is a mountain stream, with an opening at the top, and water sliding down from the top of the head, probably there is still a water source under this shallow spring, otherwise it would not accumulate water easily. And there is a cave next to the spring, and Marshall actually thinks that this is a natural study.

There are bookcases, chairs, and even pen and paper, and ink. All this is located on the water's edge, and no one can say that this cave is not quiet and uneasy. Marshall patted his thigh, stood up cautiously, and walked to the edge of the desk, where there was a dark yellow parchment of rather old and moldy surface. The handwriting on the parchment is the same as that of Ewiny, which means that Marshall's father was here at one time. There are only six sentences on it.

Marshall tucked the key into his pocket, placed the magic sword on the table, and read the letter word by word:

As a member of the Jonny family, you must take responsibility, Marshall. 】

[Everything is for today, no matter how much effort is worth it.] 】

[Don't forget how Yaris was built.] 】

[Along the way, there must be a lot of people to help you. 】

I love you, Marshall. 】

[I'm sorry. 】

Marshall tried to pick up the letter, but as soon as her fingers touched the paper, it would inevitably crumble, so she had to give up. She pursed her lips and looked at the bookcase on the side of her desk, which was divided into three tiers and half filled. The books on the shelves without exception have only one name: "History of Yaris". Although the name of the book is the same as "History of Yaris", the handwriting on the spine of the book is very different. In other words, the "History of Yaris" here was not printed uniformly with ink and engraving, but was written word by word by hand.

Marshall's father, who disappeared every other afternoon, once asked Ewiny what he was going to do, and Ewinny laughed and said she was going to write history. She always didn't believe this sentence.

It turns out that all this is true......

She propped herself on the table, biting her lower lip, but she couldn't stop her tears from falling onto the tattered parchment.