A teenager born in the midst of war has witnessed countless deaths and the suffering that accompanies war.

As a result, the idea that anyone who grows up in this environment, but who will give up as his mind matures and understands his difficulties, is deeply engraved in the young man's heart - to end this war.

A simple and naïve dream.

However, the teenager at that time did not recognize the cruelty of reality, and there were too many impurities hidden in that war.

He just had a dream in his heart and worked hard for it, sincerely hoping to end the war, even if he could only make a small contribution.

Watch one life after another struggle and pass away in the war, and listen to the unwilling wails and nostalgia of people in the war.

The boy decided to give his all for it, even at the cost of flesh and blood, life, and soul, to end the war.

At the same time, the heavens seemed to hear the voice of the young man and gave him the corresponding talent.

Since then, in order to save the weaker side, the boy has continued to hone his skills and learn all the techniques that can be acquired with hard work.

Swordsmanship, fisting, manipulation of magic, mastery of the flesh, military strategy, and even techniques that have never been touched before······

With his extraordinary qualifications, he quickly learned these and advanced them into the realm of the gods, gaining power beyond the gods as a mortal.

Finally, he unleashed his slaughtering blade to the powerful man who was ravaging the world.

In the hands of the strong, he saved one precious life after another, and guarded the peace of one country after another.

But while protecting lives, he didn't realize that his technique of killing lives was becoming more and more sophisticated.

He just kept slaughtering the strong, and even in the face of pleading, he never showed the slightest sympathy.

Because he believes that his actions can protect more lives.

Those civilians who can only pray, worry, and mourn in the midst of war, the lives of the weak.

For the sake of the 'justice' woven by others out of jealousy and hatred, the boy gave up his mercy.

Countless times, countless times, countless times with blood on his hands, and never afraid.

Unscrupulous means, only to slaughter the strong more efficiently, and end the war as quickly as possible.

Before you know it, the young man put on a silver-white armor and is called the brave man!

He had also been troubled, distressed, and doubted whether he was doing the right thing.

He was delighted by the smiles of others, touched by the voices of others, and angered by the despair of others.

In the end, he recalled his original intention, chose to ignore his troubles, closed his heart, and stifled his feelings.

He became cold and his eyes lost their brilliance.

So, he hid his face forever under the cold steel helmet, and he, as long as he left it to others, a body that would feel reassuring when he saw it was enough.

He no longer loves a particular person, but cherishes all the weak who have suffered as a result of the war.

In the end, the boy miraculously ended the war, wiped out all the strong people's clans, and personally stabbed the king of the strong.

But at this moment, his companions finally stopped hiding their awe for the boy.

Yes, whether it was his fighting posture or his indifference when he gave the order to slaughter many lives, he had already terrified his companions and gods.

Although these are nothing compared to the lives he saved.

But for those who have witnessed these scenes, there is nothing more terrifying.

Even if it's a war, there's no ······

The dazzling brilliance shone, and the boy was finally wrapped in the light, and sank into a long sleep without any resistance.

The story of a naïve brave man who reaches out to the weak and ruthlessly swings his sword at the strong.

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The cold wind blew the snow, covering everything that came into view, covering everything that came into view, and the forest and the earth were frozen.

In this eternal permafrost, which seems to be cut off from the outside world, there is a huge and ancient structure.

An ancient castle.

In one of the small rooms, which was not warm, a silvery girl lay asleep on a stone bed.

She was wrapped in bleeding gauze, and even when she fell asleep, her petite body would twitch unconsciously.

Such a gesture is really deplorable.

I don't know if it was because of the pain in her body, or the cold wind blowing in through the crack in the window, which made the girl's eyes open after trembling slightly.

The girl's name was Illyasfil von Einzberen.

She is a famous magician, a member of the Einzberen family.

The girl is not a human in the true sense of the word, but an artificial person who has undergone abnormal magical adjustments.

Compared to a pure android, she is not even an android.

It is a life that is produced through normal fertility.

It's just that she was not born yet, and she accepted magic adjustment when she was still in her mother's womb, and she was destined to be impossible to live like a normal person from the very beginning.

Her physical development is extremely slow, and she is already 18 years old, but at the moment she looks like a young girl under 10 years old.

Both education and acceptance are turning her into a magician······

No, it should be a prop, a short-lived, carefully crafted prop, like a sacrificial item.

This is Illya, a girl who is both human and android, but different from both.

"Huh? What a strange dream, like, an old fairy tale······ The same? Illya sat up slowly, wiped away the tears that had flowed from the corners of her eyes, and made a voice of some disbelief.

The moment she woke up, the picture of the dream was blurry, but Illya could be sure that she had never heard a similar legend or story before, so she was puzzled.

And rightfully so.

The brave man who works hard for his childish dreams and is betrayed in the end will only give people a dreamy and unreal feeling.

"Well, it doesn't matter if that's the final adjustment, now that the final debugging has been completed, let's go to Grandpa's for the Heroic Spirit Summoning."

Lightly stating the reason why the body became like this, as if the person who received the magic adjustment and was turned on was not himself, Ilya smiled.

An innocent smile that grows up in such a cruel environment is absolutely impossible.

That is, innocent and splendid, that is, pure and pure, without a little impurity.

Seeing this, everyone will feel that this strong girl, even if she grows up in cruelty, has not been affected, right?

But··· Maintaining this innocence in a cruel environment is not normal in itself.

Ignoring the sad and strange emotions of the dream, Illya jumped and left the room stained with her own blood and sorrow with brisk steps.

Soon, a girl with long silver hair, red eyes, and a snow elf came to the designated room.

There were three people standing in the room, waiting for Ilya's arrival.

One to one looks the same, somewhat similar to Ilya's appearance, like a twin's maid.

An old man dressed in a wide robe, giving people a cold and serious impression.

The twin maids didn't mention it, but at a glance it was clear that they were artificial humans made by the Einzberen family.

And the identity of the old man has a lot of origins.

He is the eighth patriarch of the Einzberen family, a powerful magician who has lived for almost two centuries through the continuous continuation of his life, Jubstakuyd von Einzbelen.

Known as Ahadeon.