Death is small and short.

However, death is extremely long.

It's long enough to look back on the mistakes, sorrows, pains, and regrets of an entire life.

The sky was stained with thin ink, and with the silence of the pre-dawn period, Midi Asrex, dressed in tattered armor and a broken sword, sat atop a corpse as high as a mountain, silently waiting for the dawn of a new day.

The landing battle, which lasted three days and three nights, was over, and the enemy was counter-surrounded by his clever tactical planning, and the losses amounted to tens of thousands, including three mobile fortresses more powerful than the dragons, and his own casualties were less than 10,000. Not only that, but the gate to the heavenly realm finally became unimpeded after this battle.

It can be considered a brilliant victory, right?

However, for Midi, who won this victory with her own hands, it was nothing more than an everyday sight.

And I'm afraid it's the most beautiful scenery.

The smell of rust running from the depths of his tongue and the emptiness of his life force being completely drained made him realize that he was about to die.

With neither fear, nor resistance, nor regret, Midi closed her eyes and waited for death with great peace.

But gradually, my thoughts became chaotic again.

In the past, he used to be a high-ranking aristocratic family, but unfortunately due to the changes brought about by the Great Transfer and the invasion of the enemy country, the family was ruined, and he could only start living alone. He once had a team he could trust, but with the hard-fought battles, it eventually fell apart.

He had to watch the destruction of his family because of his weakness, he missed victory because of arrogance, and he also encountered all kinds of disasters and betrayals of varying degrees.

However, after today, he also had to stop and sleep here.

Finally, in Midi's mind, the two most important women in his life appeared.

Fina, the "Queen of Magic Bullets" with bright red hair and a heroic posture like a Valkyrie on the battlefield, was alone and resisted the encirclement of the army for Midi, and maintained a confident smile even in the last moments.

Alice, the black-haired and always cold "Witch of the Mist", suffered a terrible assassin blow for Midi at the cost of her life, and passed on her magic and knowledge to herself.

But Midi couldn't protect them, not even herself, and finally came to this point.

As a result, is it still not strong enough?

Midi let out a deep sigh, death was so close that he felt he could even feel the icy chill emanating from Death's scythe.

"If you could go back 20 years and start all over again......"

With the last sigh, Midi could no longer support herself and closed her eyes.

Then, die.

In the year 1004 of the Arad calendar, the last of the once-famous Falcon Triangle, Devil May Cry, known as the "Sword of Death", Midi Asrex, fell silently on the battlefield of the Celestial Realm.

But the moment his heart stopped beating, the ghost god residing in his left hand suddenly burst into brilliant light as if he was unwilling to roar.

In an instant, the entire celestial realm trembled.

Midi walked alone, alone in the dark. The pale light source outlined the strange shadows beneath his feet, the howl of the wind filled the space in all directions, and the streetscape on his side was an impenetrable gray, sometimes repeated, and in the blink of an eye, it was unrecognizable.

Then, a wave suddenly surged in this lonely world, and Midi was like a sawdust in a great maelstrom, powerless to resist this mysterious and powerful force, so she had to resign herself to fate, sinking to the bottom of the sea with the rapids and burying herself in this incomparably vast cemetery.

The next moment, the black curtain shattered into millions of pieces, and Midi opened his eyes.

With the sound of drizzling rain and the cold of early winter, a Victorian-style hall unfolded before Midi's eyes.

In the center of the hall was a long oak table with a heavy feel, the walls on either side were decorated with well-crafted weapons, and above the high-backed chairs at the end, the coat of arms of the Kingdom of Belmar hung silently there, with an air of inviolable majesty.

Is there a country in hell?, Midi thought a little amusedly and pointlessly, but felt that the scene in front of her seemed familiar, and there was a very strong sense of familiarity, and for a moment, she couldn't remember anything.

He subconsciously raised his head and looked out the window.

There, thousands of silver lines of rain connected the sky and the earth, hitting the rows of rooftops, covering the entire city with a hazy mist. In the streets, uniformed boys and girls march forward with umbrellas, and from time to time there is a burst of laughter, and in the distance, a towering bell tower stands tall and tall, overlooking all beings.

Such a sight made the memories that Midi had sealed in the deepest part of his heart begin to stir.

In the next moment, the loud and low sound of the bell from the bell tower suddenly hit his eardrums, like a huge siege hammer, and with a single blow it smashed the rearmost line of defense.

It was all too familiar to make Midi finally think - wasn't this Huttonmar?

Isn't the place where you are the Royal Academy of Magic in Belmar?

Twenty years ago, it was here that he was trained as a swordsman, but before he could graduate, a large-scale mutation and the fire of the Gran Forest occurred, followed by an invasion from the Delos Empire. These major events, Midi can't forget even if he wants to.

And now, the streets are peaceful and serene, and it is clear that nothing has happened yet.

How could I go back twenty years ago?

Is this a pre-death hallucination, or is it a maze of hell?

However, there wasn't much time left for Midi to think. In the precipitated air and the sound of drizzling rain, there was a powerful sound of footsteps pointing straight to the room he was in.

One footstep was steady and slow, while the other was so light that it gave Midi the illusion of a melody splashing the music. When Midi turned around, the door to the room was open.

"I'm sorry, Midi-san, I've kept you waiting. The first thing that caught my eye was a middle-aged man who was smiling a little awkwardly.

Midi tried to recall the man's name from his teenage memories, but the next moment, he immediately forgot about it.

From behind the middle-aged man, a young girl flashed out with the sound of strong and crisp footsteps.

A tall figure, slender legs, and an unbelievably beautiful look, as well as ...... The bright red hair is as striking as the autumn red maple of Belmar.

"Fina?" Midi took a blank breath and subconsciously muttered the name engraved in the deepest part of her heart that she would never forget.

The sound of the rain outside the window disappeared, the middle-aged man's words disappeared, and even his own heartbeat and breathing, Midi couldn't hear it at this moment. At this moment, he suddenly discovered that people can really forget the passage of time.

Consciousness, weightless.

However, the red-haired girl, who was directly called by her first name instead of her last name, closed her lips at this moment and showed a look of displeasure. Sensing the other party's burning gaze on her, she couldn't help but sink her face.

"You all know the way, next week is the Academy's annual trial. Sensing the strange atmosphere in the room, the middle-aged man hurriedly coughed a few times and interjected to try to make a round.

"The students must form teams of four and go to the designated area to clean up and eliminate the mutant monsters. It just so happened that there were only three people on Fina's side, and there was still a lack of a member. And Midi-classmate was left alone because of leave some time ago, so I think this should be a good opportunity. And from a professional point of view, one side is a swordsman and the other is a magician, and the combination is also very reasonable, I believe that you will be able to become good friends......"

"Polite words will be avoided, I will personally test his strength. The girl interrupted the middle-aged man's words very unceremoniously, frowning with an undisguised anger between her brows, "Although it is forced, I will not embarrass him." But if it's not up to the average standard, I'd rather have a three-person trial, that's fair, Dean Linde?"

Faced with this kind of strong questioning that did not look like it came from the mouth of a student, Dean Linde couldn't fight back at all, he could only nod his head, and found a reason casually, leaving the two of them directly out of the room as if he was fleeing.

For Dean Linde, who was not really the administrator of the house, but was just a small viscount, this was already his limit. However, out of good intentions, he couldn't help but want to give a piece of advice to this noble kid who didn't seem to know the situation - don't provoke the "Storm Queen" Fina Hamilton, who is already about to get angry.

Before closing the door, the dean threw a sympathetic and apologetic look at Midi.

However, Midi did not see the advice from the other party at all.

Even if you see it, you won't care.

Trying to suppress the urge to rush forward and embrace the red-haired girl into her arms, Midi took a deep breath, and then stretched out her hand: "Hello, I'm Midi Asrex, it's the first time we've met, it's nice to meet you." ”

On a soothing and calm winter morning, under the lead-gray sky and the accompaniment of the sound of the rain, the two met again.