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Alan dragged his tired body back to the safe zone, Joseph gave him a beam of holy light, and under the recovery of the healing power, Alan's face visibly became much better.

"Thank you." Alan casually thanked him and rolled up a quilt to wrap himself in, he was a little sleepy.

It stands to reason that the arrival of Joseph's men would greatly ease his workload, even if it was a little more rest.

But instead of slowing down, Alan became more tired.

"Called me when I was two years old." Alan said this, and he didn't open his eyes for a moment.

Joseph looked at him with a complicated expression, his eyes flashing with emotions that others couldn't understand.

"Alan, what's wrong with you?"

Joseph looked only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, faded from the youthfulness of youth, and a little more energetic than thirty years old.

He used to be the embodiment of the "Radiant Paladin", and every breath he took was just standing there, satisfying all the imagination of the "Radiant Paladin".

He was handsome, powerful, holy, religious, and full of security.

It seems that as soon as he appears, stability and peace will come.

His very existence is a sense of security.

Alan had longed for an existence like him immensely.

Although he looked like he was only in his twenties, Joseph's actual age was more than a thousand! He was in the prime of life, and he was physically strong, and Alan had fantasized about fighting alongside him countless times.

Even if his light attribute talent affinity is not high, it is not a problem.

Alan is the prince of the Unarya Empire, although the Unaria Empire is not the overlord, it is also a powerful country with the top ten empires in terms of comprehensive strength.

With Allen's status, he met Joseph a lot of time and times.

He had said that he wanted to be strong enough to fight alongside Joseph.

But finally got this opportunity, but Alan didn't show a happy look.

Joseph was not narcissistic, but he was a little worried about him.

Alan often appears by his side, and he also admires Allen's indomitable courage, and has long regarded him as a close junior.

Although different from Philos' concept of "God loves the world," Joseph was indeed a "holy father" who conformed to this dimensional worldview.

He was brave and powerful, and even in the face of a powerful being as powerful as Philos, he could charge with determination and indomitability.

As for Allen, he met all the definitions of "God for the love of the world" as "the world," and Joseph was naturally worried about him.

"Joseph, good boy, if anything happens, may I listen to you?"

Joseph didn't even have time to grieve for his future, and he was distressed when he looked at the visibly sullen Allen.

Alan was sleepy, but he couldn't sleep.

Hearing Joseph's tender concern, he was tempted to say that he was all right, but his heart was sullen and aching.

"A child, died in my arms." The breath that came up from his heart permeated his throat and squeezed into his mouth, making him make a sound with great difficulty, but each syllable seemed to squeeze his throat and explode.

"She's still so young, she still wants to live, but ......" Allen's voice shuddered and choked uncontrollably, "I couldn't save her. ”

"In her short life, not only did I fail to save her, but she suffered more because of me."

As the potion fed her to drink, Alan could clearly feel her desire to survive.

But time and time again, he gave her hope, and in the end, she was carried away by the elongated death.

Give her hope, and let her fall into despair, such a cruel thing...... He made it.

Alan curled up, his heart throbbing and aching, and he couldn't stop at all.

But what is this pain? Compared to all that she had suffered, compared to her miserable life...... The pain was as pitiful and pathetic as a bone in the Endless Sea.

Joseph tried to comfort him, but Alan spoke before he did.

"Sir Joseph, have you ever seen death?"

Joseph's eyes were filled with sorrow: "Companions, relatives, friends, soldiers, citizens...... I've seen too many, but—"

Eren interrupted him again, "Have you ever held a commoner's or a slave's child?" ”

Joseph was stunned for a moment, then thought about it for a moment, and did not give a perfunctory answer of "yes" or "no".

Although Joseph was a paladin, his mental strength was not bad, as long as he seriously wanted to remember, even the events of more than a thousand years ago could be remembered clearly.

His life is long, and it stands to reason that he should have done all the things about "light" and "redemption" in this world, but in that long river of memories, no matter how much he searched, he didn't seem to be able to find the corresponding events.

Why?

Eren closed his eyes in confusion.

Joseph's full name was Joseph. Goldman, in this world where only nobles have surnames, the name says it all.

He is the Nth generation of gods, and there have been popes, red-clothed lords, and glorious knights in his family.

Joseph. Goldman was born to determine how extraordinary he was.

The higher the level of existence, it is difficult to give birth to the next generation, so for the family, children are everything!

Joseph. Goldman was extremely talented, and from birth, his future was well and carefully planned.

He is well-behaved, filial, upright, kind, and hardworking...... And so it quickly became a powerful existence.

The strongest armed force that entered the temple, the Knights of Radiance, became the head of the regiment, everything was so natural.

When he is a little older and has a more beautiful resume, it is not impossible to compete for the Pope with the assistance of the family.

Joseph. Goldman's life was legendary and glorious.

He was rich, so he didn't need to rob and kill to get money.

He also has a very good background, and all the resources needed for cultivation locks have been the best since he was a child.

His world, everything is good, smooth sailing.

Alan understood him very well, because he was a miniature version of Joseph. Goldman.

From the moment she was born, Alan Unaria was destined to be noble and powerful!

But then what?

What about them when they become powerful?

Alan Unaria never thought about it.

He just wants to be stronger.

That's right.

But now, why is he so sad?

Sorrow for those who are lowly and insignificant.

They are poor, their lives are short, and a barren future that seems to exist or not doesn't matter at a glance.

Who cares?!

They care, their loved ones do!

- And, I care, too.

In just four days, Alan was either carrying or hugging, and too many people died in front of him.

They were so thin, so thin that they were Siri.

But they are people, Siri is the undead!

Hunger is uncomfortable.

In order to experience what it is like to be hungry, Eren deliberately starved for two days and cut off the circulation of magic to his stomach.

Even an existence like him, lv.99, was tormented by hunger and agony.

Eventually, in order not to slow down the rescue effort, he resumed his mana cycle and began to eat.

It's hard to imagine how these people survived such painful ordeals, day after day, year after year.

Alan thought it was incredible.

One survivor after another was rescued, and one poor person after another who could not wait for rescue was burned uniformly.

Slowly, the pain of death gathered around him.

The death of that little girl became the last straw.

If they had to die because of their lowliness and insignificance, what about their noble and destined to be strong?

Alan Unaria began to wonder why he had determined his nobility from birth.

Because of what?

His father, king and mother, who were also born noble, could not give him an answer to this question. Neither can Goldman.

Perhaps, only Lord Philos can answer his questions.

Alan didn't want to say anything more.

Joseph, whom he once had great respect. Goldman hadn't thought about it at all, so he couldn't give him an answer.

As for Joseph. The reason why Goldman is here -

Alan saw the "instruction manual" but didn't take it to heart.

Everything in the temple was in ruins in his heart when he prayed countless times but could not exchange it for miracles.

The aristocracy is rich, but the richer the aristocracy, the more shrewd it is.

They are not as easy to coax as civilians who have nothing, and although they are not practical, they are rewarding.

smashed 1.5 billion gold coins out, but couldn't get anything back, Allen's heart was already cold.

He was also willing to speak to Joseph and to use honorific titles for him, simply because of the respect that had existed in the past.

"Alan?" Joseph looked at Allen, who had suddenly changed his attitude, and doubts flashed in his eyes.

Alan didn't speak.