Huron was silent in response to the lady's question.

It's not that he doesn't want to talk about it, it's that he really doesn't know, whether it's the destruction of Mondstadt by the dragon after he went up the mountain, or the fairy tale of the little warrior.

He didn't know anything.

It was only a coincidence that he arrived at the foot of the snow-capped mountain just as the dragon was on its way to Mondstadt, but whenever he arrived ten minutes early or late, he would have met the dragon.

I have to say, fate makes people.

Huron looked up into Rosaline's eyes, who had been in the woods because she had painted her makeup and her hair was disheveled, making it hard to recognize.

And now she took off her heavy makeup and revealed the purest plain makeup, so that the two could recognize each other.

"I didn't expect Ms. Rosalyn to ask me such a simple question."

The lady smiled lightly and put her hand on the boy's cheek, which she had comforted him when he used magic to burn his face red.

Unfortunately, 500 years have passed, and everything has become different, even two stones have grown trees in the past 500 years.

Her azure pupils reflected Huron's crimson eyes.

Did this kid's eyes be so bright red before?

Like blood.

"I'm just trying to get the truth out of the matter from the little warrior himself, and maybe you can get a completely different explanation from those bards?"

The lady erected two walls of ice in the hallway, not wanting some idlers to disturb her conversation with Huron.

"Huh." Huron smiled dismissively.

He just thought of his useless brothers and sisters and felt funny, and he expected them to fulfill the family mission, and it was better for a monkey to try.

"Because I'm stronger than them, more powerful than those family wastes who don't have talent and no will, so I became the only sword bearer in the family, and after I took the sword, those old things didn't have the courage to ask for it, they didn't have a choice, it's just that simple truth."

Huron's eyes flashed, he had already determined that the path that Master was taking now was his ultimate goal, in order to defeat Heavenly Reason, he had to become stronger, and at the end of the journey, the weak were not qualified to stand.

"In the land of Teyvat, only the strong have the right to make rules, and even if those old things don't want me to be a sword bearer, I will snatch it from them."

A faint smile appeared on the boy's face.

He was once played by fate, and he has decided that he will never give in to fate again, as long as he becomes strong enough, fate is just a marionette in his hands.

Rosalyn's eyes softened when he looked at him, after all, he was once his proudest apprentice, Huron, this child, has really changed, no longer complains to her about the injustice of fate, and he is not the little ghost who lost his soul back then, he now has the consciousness of rebelling against heavenly principles, but he is very curious, what has he experienced in the past five hundred years?

"So, what kind of person do you think can be considered a real strong person?"

She unconsciously manipulated the tone of the mentor again, but now it was not in class, and the two of them were no longer the same.

Hearing the lady's question, Huron pondered for a moment, during which he thought of the country where the Master believed, the source of the tragic fate of the people, and continued.

"I think that only those who control the fate of themselves and those in front of them can be called strong, and the weak have never even had the right to choose their own death."

The lady was amazed, she didn't expect this child to be able to study the word powerful so thoroughly, yes, the person who can only control his own destiny is not a real strong person, and he controls the fate of the person in front of him, whether this person is a friend, a lover, or an enemy, only to do these two things.

can be regarded as truly powerful.

Huron lifted his hand and showed Rosalyn the cocoon in her palm.

"This cocoon, its fate at this time is in my hands, I can crush it with my hands, of course, I can also let it break out of the cocoon into a butterfly, it's all very simple, just because I'm stronger than it, I want it to live."

As the fire element slowly injected, the reddish-brown flesh cocoon slowly cracked into cracks, and the fire butterfly wrapped in it continued to writhe its body.

In a matter of seconds, several rays of orange-red glare burst out of the crack, and three sharp feet pierced the thin layer of cocoon, easily shattering it.

A scrawny fire butterfly used its long tongue to pick open the fragments of the flesh cocoon covering its body, and its compound eyes with flames lingered between the two.

As if knowing that his life and death at the moment were in the hands of the young man above his head, the fire butterfly obediently followed Huron's handflipping movements around the back of Huron's hand, and slowly crawled, standing firmly on his fingertips.

"And I'm his manipulator, and it's just my mind that I want to make it strong or weak." A red light flashed in Huron's eyes, and several silk threads of fire elemental condensation seeped out from his fingertips and slowly injected into the body of this fire butterfly.

After the energy was injected, I saw a circle of orange shimmer coming out of the tail of the fire butterfly, and the flames in its originally wilted eyes suddenly jumped up.

As if at Huron's signal, the fire flickered in the fire butterfly's eyes, and she swung her sharp foot and slammed it against her tail.

The flames burst into flames, setting its whole body on fire, and its withered and contracted wings slowly spread out under the scorching flames, as if a balloon was gradually filled.

The fire butterfly gently flapped the light wings that had come back from the dead, and countless shiny scales scattered in all directions with its movements, and some of the scales fell on the woman's arm.

She didn't feel the burning pain, but a hint of warmth.

Life and death, growth, temperature.

He really has everything in control of this butterfly in front of him, and the path to becoming stronger is already under his feet!

At this time, she finally understood why the protagonist of the fairy tale was not the deputy head of the group who fought for Mondstadt until the last moment, but the abandoned son of the family who left home alone at the time.

Everything about us is still controlled by fate.

The bard chosen by fate may have met this young man who was alone with a sword and climbed the mountain in the middle of the trip, and only then did he have the fairy tale of the little warrior.

How unfair fate is.

However, Huron's words made Rosalyn think otherwise.

Don't you want to become stronger and control your destiny, then don't you want to be dozing and just sent a pillow?

Then she gently patted Huron's left shoulder and slowly leaned her head against his ear.

Said slowly in a seductive voice.

"My good student, would you like to come to the Winter Kingdom to be an executive officer and have fun, and join me under the command of the Queen to complete her plan to rebel against the Heavenly Principles?"

"As long as you come, I will definitely find a way to get the queen to kick out that simple-minded fellow and let you be the thirteenth seat, what do you think?"