"It really hasn't changed at all," Don Quixote pulled a group of people back to the door of his teacher's house in Araskie, Britain, the familiar rusty iron door, the dried and dead flower beds that no one cared for, and the blue brick road covered by dust, which made Don Quixote sigh with emotion, this couple, one is lazier than the other.

Obviously, they said they were going to the funeral, but at that time, there was no telling what would happen, and taking Shirley and Angela's two oil bottles would only get in the way, so Don Quixote decided to let the two of them stay at the teacher's house for a few days, and with Fila's protection, the two of them should not have any problems.

"Bang! bang!" After opening the iron door outside the manor, Shirley, who was walking in the forefront, smashed the door of the Alsace villa, for her, whether it was Lia or Pandeli, she didn't know much, so naturally there was nothing to be sad about, but she was a little excited to see her grandmother Fira again, after all, the two of them had lived together for so long, and they also had feelings.

"Squeak~" With the sound of the door opening, Fira, who had not been seen for a long time, appeared in Don Quixote's sight, still in that dress, Don Quixote even wondered if this woman had left the house in recent years.

"Grandma!"

"Huh?" Fei stretched her hand and tugged at Shirley's tentacles, "What? I didn't hear clearly!"

"Sister, I miss you to death!"

"Ahem~" Alsace, who was standing behind Fira, wanted to greet his students, but unfortunately he saw that there was Himejin Rommel among the people who came together, so he could only scratch the back of his head in embarrassment and gesture a few times to the air, "Let's talk about it first." ”

"It's renovated inside, why don't you clean up outside?" Don Quixote, who walked in, looked around, and it was clear that the inside of this villa was clean and new.

"Your lady used magic to get it," Arthas gestured to Fira holding Shirley, "and she said she was too lazy to go out."

“”

"You little bastard, it's been five years since you've been gone, and if you don't come back, you really won't come back!"

Looking at the menacing Fira, Don Quixote smiled and waved his hand, "It's not for Rommel's business, it's to blame"

"Ahem~" Kyle coughed suddenly, obviously Kyle was afraid that her husband would say something that shouldn't be said, after all, she also knew that matter, and bringing it up on such an occasion would only embarrass everyone.

"Hmph! these are all excuses," Fei stretched out a hand and tugged Don Quixote's ear, "next time you dare not come back for so long, you will wait!"

"Yes, yes," Don Quixote took a few steps back without a trace to avoid Fira's second attack, apparently knowing that his sister's words never counted.

Some people say that when a group of people get together, if they don't deliberately divide the group, then those who inadvertently get together closest are the ones who have the best relationship, and those who deliberately avoid it are the ones who have the deepest bonds and have some unbearable past, but at this moment, Arthas found that the woman who made herself guilty for more than a thousand years was not too far away from herself.

Originally, this made him very happy, thinking that she had finally forgiven herself, or untied the knot in her heart, but unfortunately when he looked at it again, he found that faintly, this woman would unconsciously change her position with her precious student as the core, and even her eyes never looked at him again, not the contempt of the past, but the current ignorance, as if she were a stranger-

In Alsace's study, the old and the young sat facing each other, and in order to avoid the so-called embarrassment, the women, including Rommel, each arranged a room under the leadership of Fira, and finally it was Don Quixote who took the lead and briefly told Alsace the purpose of his visit and what had happened.

"Don't be too sad, as a lich, you are still very young, in the future, you will know that all kinds of friends will slowly grow old, or have all kinds of accidents, and eventually leave you," the old and refined Alsace did not try to comfort his students, after all, death is such a thing, if the death is not the relatives around you, then you will not feel the pain of loss, simply using words to comfort, it is very pale and powerless, rather than consoling, it is better to directly change the topic.

Saying that, Arthas handed Don Quixote a cigarette, "This is my new development, Dream Dust doesn't taste very good, I smoke too much and my head hurts, don't you say it, I really found a kind of large-leaved grass similar to the one you said in the endless jungle, and after drying it, it tastes much better than Dream Dust." ”

"Hiss~" Don Quixote took a hard puff of this cigarette in the real sense, a familiar pungency spread in his body, and it was indeed very comfortable, "Teacher, you have something to say." ”

Seeing that Arthas was about to speak and stopped, Don Quixote flicked the ashes of his cigarette, "When did you become such a mother-in-law?"

"That" Alsace lit a cigarette himself, but to Don Quixote's surprise, his teacher made a huge cigarette that looked very similar to a cigar, "Hehe, the little one is boring, is that Rommel okay now?"

"Not bad," Don Quixote scratched his forehead with his thumb, "as long as you don't mention that scar, it's normal, what do you think?"

"No, no," Arthas waved his hand, "Let's not talk about your sister, that kind of thing just happened, and I can't go back with her, I just don't want that incident to bother her all the time, if she can be better by your side, I don't mind." ”

"cough~cough~" The cigarette in Don Quixote's mouth fell directly on the robe, and the whole person bounced up from the chair, obviously his teacher thought he had dug his corner, "I said how did you swallow and vomit, my beloved teacher, you can rest assured, I have no special relationship with His Excellency Rommel!"

Arthas took a long puff of his cigarette, a cigar to be exact, "You stinky boy, who do you think your teacher is? I'm a great frost lich, and I haven't allowed her to find other happiness after more than a thousand years of ignoring people? It doesn't matter if it's you or not, I just hope that she can live better in the future, so that my heart will feel better." ”

"Teacher," Don Quixote spat out slowly, "Your heart is so wide!"

"Bang!" a foot made of air kicked Don Quixote's ** fiercely, "Stinky boy, don't fuck me poor!" However, Arthas's expression at the moment was extremely formal, "I want you to promise me one thing." ”

"You say," Don Quixote rubbed his **, obviously the kick was not light, after all, there is always a trace of unhappiness in his heart when he gives away this kind of thing to the woman he once loved, although in fact there is almost no connection between these two people.

"Promise me, be kind to her, no matter what your identity, even if you are a friend, your teacher and I have done such a wrong thing in my life, but I have no chance to make up for it. ”――

Maybe it's because the sky is beautiful, there has always been a lot of foggy days, and there are few sunny days in the British Empire in recent days, although the sky is still dotted with a lot of white clouds, but compared to the hazy weather, this is already very good, February 14th, Don Quixote took another jet airship with Kyle, Char Jean, and Rommel three people towards the forest palace in the lake.

Through the round window of the airship, the Nathan Lake Forest, which he was somewhat familiar with, appeared in sight again, but compared to the coniferous forest of the Germanic Empire, it was still green, and the Nathan Lake Forest was obviously swept away by the winter wind, and most of the trees had shed their leaves, looking bare, but it was also quite in line with Don Quixote's state of mind at this time, the leaves fell back to the roots, and the cycle of life and death, but unfortunately, whether it was Lia or Penderi, their souls had never entered the underworld, so the last glimmer of hope in Don Quixote's heart had already been dashed。

"When you arrive," Don Quixote turned slowly, "Jean, keep your emotions under control." ”

Knowing that his enemy, the one who killed the ancestors and almost destroyed the entire Char Empire, Char Jean was able to nod so calmly, instead of directly transforming into a dragon, completely because Don Quixote was by his side and channeled spiritual energy to her from time to time.

"Got it," Char took a deep breath as if gasping for a few breaths, her whole face became more and more indifferent, obviously, this woman thought, since I can't act, I should just keep my face tight, so that no one can say anything about me, anyway, this is a funeral, and it should be like this.

"Rommel, just hide in the airship, wait for my signal, and be ready to summon the sun god if needed. ”

"Okay," Rommel nodded, she didn't look as lively as usual at this time, but Don Quixote didn't pay too much attention to it, in his opinion, she was also a woman who had lived for more than a thousand years, and she still understood this kind of thing when she was joking on occasions.

"Coming out to see me alone, aren't you afraid that your wife will be jealous? I don't want to be killed by the true god~"

At night, on the balcony on the top floor of the villa, Rommel held his hands on his chest, watched Alsace coming, instinctively retreated almost, keeping a distance from him, obviously, this unconscious action was sending a signal to Alsace, that is, I am already strangers to you, what is the matter with me?

Arthas, who saw everything in his eyes, did not speak, but looked at the woman a few times, it seemed that there was no change from the past, of course, Arthas was referring to appearance, what changed was the eyes, although the hatred was still there, but there was no trace of indescribable entanglement.

After a long time, Arthas smiled, "Do whatever you want, I don't have anything to do with you anymore, for the sake of the past, make yourself happier, so that I will be less punished." ”

"Inexplicably," Rommel instinctively took a few steps back, as if trying to avoid Alsace's concern, or for some other reason he was too close to him, "I don't need you to say that I will, if nothing else, I'll go back first."

Rommel, who was lying on the sofa, also had a cigarette roll in his mouth, and since this cigarette was made of pure natural substances, she could also feel the spicy sensation of real smoking, just like drinking, she would choke, but she would not get drunk.

"Oops!" the flame of the cigarette butt drew closer and closer to Rommel, and the blazing temperature brought by it dragged her back from her memory to reality, and after accurately disposing the cigarette butt in the ashtray, she could only let out an inexplicable sigh at last.

Although Arthur Leah is a princess, for some reason, the funeral only invited people within the royal family and some close relationships, such as Don Quixote, such as the light elf queen Yulia, of course, also invited those ministers and nobles of Zemas, after all, it is a princess, and the funeral is too shabby for the royal family's face, so under the leadership of Merlin, Don Quixote did not see too many people along the way, "What about Pendri?"

I haven't seen him for a few years, and Merlin's hair has turned gray a lot, and I don't know if it's been a recent sorrow, "The Queen is inside," Merlin said and pointed to the mourning hall, in fact, in Britain and most countries, there is this custom of setting up a morgue room after death, and then letting relatives and friends come to see each other for the last time.

"She's fine. ”

"No," Merlin shook his head, "but I haven't spoken for the past few days, and I don't know what to do." ”

Pushing open the door of the mourning hall, there was a crystal coffin in the middle, and the corpse of Leah lying in it was faintly visible and protected by a higher level of magic, and Arthur Pendley was standing next to the coffin, so five years later, the two men saw each other again. (To be continued.) )