Section 2: The Blade of the Spellbreaker

"Everything that happens in the future depends on what you choose in this second. - Exio Invoker (Founder of League of Legends, Strongest Summoner in History)"

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One

The warm morning light poured through the arched window on a woman with black hair and a red robe, who looked very quiet, and her black hair in her shawl was curly, and she was now seriously looking at a very thick book. At that moment, the door was opened from the outside, and she immediately closed the book, held it in her arms, and looked at the visitor with those big black eyes, "Hey, Insol, I heard you went to Noxus! and came back so soon!?"

"Mentor Jax found me and told me about the existence of the Spellbreaker's Blade!" Insol took off his hood and sat down at the table in the center of the living room, where there were two wooden chairs, "and the Demon Artifact!"

The black-haired woman's eyes widened, and surprise was suddenly written on her face, "You-you know everything!"

"Aunt Viselle, you are the person I trust the most, why are you hiding it from me?" Insol frowned and glared at the woman named Viselle.

"I'm sorry, Insol, I'm sorry - something - you don't understand yet!" Visty sat down in the chair opposite Insol and held the other man's thick arm, "I don't want you to carry something. ”

"I've already taken it on my back, don't you? You knew about my parents' killers in the first place, did you?" Insol's expression was rather serious, and his tone was more questioning.

Visty covered her mouth with her hands and shook her head incessantly, her dark eyes filled with tears, "No- I don't know, I've been investigating this for so many years - I want to know the truth too!"

"The people of the Pact Society killed my parents, they are only loyal to Nasilon Maier, in a sense, Nasilon Meier is the murderer!" Insol leaned on the armrest of his chair, his hands folded in front of him, and his chin was propped up.

"Nacilonmeier, that's not his original name—" Vesty glanced at Insol, then stood up and walked over to the large bookshelf facing the arched window, "The Covenant Keeper used to call him Narciss, and Lonmer is a name that only xenos have, and his will is no longer his own—" she said, pulling a thin brown book from the shelf.

"You know the Xenomorphs?" Insol frowned, looking at Vesty as if he had never known each other, "Rose Black Cross, you know this organization too!"

"That's right, Insol—" Visty handed the brown notebook to Insol, "it's in your father's diary—it contains a lot of secrets, and I think it's because of this that your parents were been—" She didn't finish the rest of the sentence, and some feelings welled up in her heart.

Insol took his father's diary, and in that split second, he felt the flow of magic on the notebook, a power very similar to his own, "I'll study this journal, but for now, you have to tell me about the Spellbreaker's Blade - and the Demon Hallow!" he tucked the journal into his pocket.

"Well—" Vesty nodded, "Have you heard the story - Excius Invoker, Landoston Spellbreaker, and Osray Bullard are three of the most powerful summoners on the continent, and they were once close brothers and best friends, but they were deeply divided over the Fifth Rune War. Osray framed Landoston, causing him to die in a duel with Darkville*, and Landoston's weapon, known as the Breaking Blade, was interrupted in that duel. Exio took the broken sword and gave the part with the hilt to Doranston's second son, Alonso Spellbreaker, and gave most of the blade to his eldest son, Arroyo Spellbreaker—"

"I've heard the story!" said Insol, "Landuston is my grandfather, Arroyo the Spellbreaker is my father, and Alonso is my uncle—what about the half of my father's sword?"

"It's been reforged—in fact, both parts of the Spellbreaker's Blade have been reforged—" Visty pulled out a small cloth bag from her coat pocket, "the sword that belonged to your father—was hidden in the War College library. It is considered forbidden by League of Legends because it can defend against most magic. As she spoke, she opened the cloth bag, which was a gold wyvern accessory.

Insol looked at the accessories on the table with a surprised expression, "You-you never said you were a summoner-"

"That was a long time ago, I used to be a high-level summoner and a great librarian in League of Legends. Vesty picked up the accessory, a powerful magical force that made the room hot, "Take it, it's the key to unlock the seal—the journal you just gave, well, the title page has the location of the Spellbreaker's Blade—"

Insol took the Wyvern accessory from Visty's hand, and as he thought it was burning like a red-hot iron, he immediately threw it on the table, "This is the power of a high-level summoner—I actually do—" He chuckled, "That's right—Mentor Jax was right, I'm too weak!"

"Did Jax tell you - what does the Spellbreaker's Blade mean to you?" Vesty looked at Insol, the two looked at each other for a second, she lowered her head and smiled, "You just asked about the Demon Hallows, it seems that Jax didn't tell you all about the original name of the Spellbreaker's Blade, well, it was called 'Tenness's Imperial Sword'"

Insol immediately remembered the Tenyss Spear, and although he hadn't seen it directly, from his conversations with his companions, he had learned that Fronza possessed this ancient artifact, "It's—one of the three ancient artifacts?"

"It was supposed to be like this, but few people knew about its existence, so it wasn't classified as an ancient artifact. Visty snapped her fingers at the bookshelf behind her, and a large five-inch-thick book flew to the table, "This book chronicles the alien invasion that took place in the First Age of Valoran, and it was after that Tnes was known as the 'Goddess of Punishment'. But as you know, the reality is that she's not a goddess, but an elf - she's sealed the xenos in Acacia and cursed the spellbinders, the leaders of the xenos. The effect of this curse is that the spellbinder can no longer resist human magic, so where does this part of this ability go?"

"Demon Artifact!" Insol said without thinking about it, however, as soon as his words fell, he analyzed a fact, "No wonder the Rose Black Cross wants to get the Demon Sacred Weapon, which is originally the power of the Spell Bound - in this way, the Spellbreaker's Blade and the Demon Sacred Weapon are one and the same, right? is that the Imperial Sword you just mentioned?"

"Your analytical skills still surprise me—" Vesty said with a smile, "yes, they're one—but a woman named Freya separates them. ”

"Freya?" Insol looked puzzled, "I've never heard of that name, who is she, and why is she so capable?"

"I don't know—I only know, she was once from Exio—" Vesty pouted, "Well, the royal lover—one of the 'Four Angels'." After Excio left Valoran, the woman sealed herself in the tomb, and with her, half of the Magic Hallows—"

"Half of the Demon Hallows?" Insol frowned, "What about the other half?" he smiled awkwardly instead, "Well, this question might be a bit redundant - the Spellbreaker's Blade plus the Demon Collector's Hallows is complete, I can understand that, right?"

Visty nodded, "Yes, there's no point in simply getting the Spellbreaker's Blade, but when you have both, I think you'll be able to solve the problem Arroyo left behind, but—" She grabbed Insol's hand and stared into the other's dark eyes, "Promise me, don't be blinded by hatred—a lot of things are more complicated than you think, and your parents don't want you to carry hatred!"

"Don't worry, Vesty!" Insol stood up and walked to the door, "I just want to know the answer, the answer my father didn't find—as for hatred," he chuckled, "I think it's not just my enemy!"

"If you want to find the murderer who purged your family, you must first solve the mystery of the prophecy! Find the Spellbreaker's Blade, that's the true power of the Spellbreaker's descendants!"

Insol's ears echoed what Jax had said to him. He opened the door and left Visty's house......

[Author's Note]

* Darkville: Burnham Darkville was the first Supreme Commander of Noxus, father of Caterina and Cassiopeia. Two years ago, Noxian authorities announced the assassination of Darkville and held a grand funeral in the capital. Now, his successor, Swain the "Strategist Commander", is the Supreme Commander of Noxus.

Two

"Mocha—I know you're going to come to my rescue!" Angela looked at the tall man in the red robe in front of her, and she wanted to hug him, but a powerful force field prevented her from moving.

They were now standing under a large white tree in the northwest corner of the courtyard, and some red-robed Inquisitors had stepped out of the obsidian arch of the east tower, looking around vigilantly.

"Mocha, thank you for lifting the trap, now-" Anton Salon, glancing at Fronsa, who was lying unconscious under the white tree, "We must save him!"

A silver light flashed, and Eroni suddenly appeared next to Anton Salon, startling the big guy, "Hey-" She smiled and pushed Anton Salon, but when she saw Fronsa, who was as white as a piece of paper, she immediately covered her mouth, and there seemed to be tears in her silver-gray eyes, "He- what's wrong with him?"

"Hit by Larry Hughes's needle, badly wounded!" Akali whispered.

"Your friend is afraid that he will die, and no one will survive the needle!" Mocha said, turning to leave.

Angela grabbed Mocha's hand, "Mocha, can't even you—can't you save him?" she immediately noticed something unusual, Mocha's power was no longer as warm as it used to be, but dark, cold, and accompanied by a great sense of emptiness.

"Anrela-he-" Arroni stepped forward, she timidly glanced at Mocha, the man who had tried to kill her, and then grabbed Anrela's arm, "This is not the Mocha you used to know!"

"What's going on?" said Angela, looking puzzled, trying to find the answer on Mocha's face, but the other party was wearing a large hood and couldn't see clearly.

"We have to go, sister!" Anton Sharon looked at the growing number of Inquisitors in the distance, a few of them walking towards him, "They'll be aware of Mocha's invisibility spell!"

"Shall we go back to Old Man Bezord?" asked Aroni.

"No—right now, there's only one person left!" Anton Saron slammed his left hand on the ground, and a silver teleportation barrier immediately appeared there, encompassing everyone except Mocha, "The summoner known as the 'Queen' - Michelia!"

"Secret Method: Phase Teleportation!"

"Mocha—" Angela looked at Mocha as she faded into view, until her body was swept into the vortex of time and space by Anton Saron's spells......

Three

"Hey, hey—" Asrema patted Insol on the shoulder, they were in the League of Legends library, a place closed to summoners. So he had to tiptoe and speak in a low voice, "Are you sure that kobold didn't spot us?"

"Nasus, you say?" said Insol as he quickly weaved through the rows of tall bookshelves, "believe me, if he hears you call him kobold, he'll kill you!"

"Are you sure the sword is here?" Aslema looked at the dusty bookshelves and the moldy scrolls on them, "I can't stand it anymore, how long has no one been here?

"Here!" Insol stopped in front of a platform with an arched window depicting three angels with wings fluttering, a pale yellow light shining through the window. By the light, he opened the title page of the diary and pointed to the asterisk on the painting, "Yes, this is it!"

"Huh——!" Asrema looked at the marble platform in front of him, "there's a sword hidden here?" are you sure?"

"I trust Visty, she's my only relative, and she's been taking care of my daily life!" Insol pulled a cloth bag from his coat pocket and threw it onto the platform. It was covered with Visty's Wyvern accessories, and despite wearing gloves, he didn't dare touch them directly - it was so hot!

"And then—the man who took care of your life became Sivir!" Asrema curled the corners of her mouth, but immediately looked away when she saw Insol glaring at him.

Insol touched the cold platform, not feeling a trace of magic flow, he knew that there was a powerful sealing charm attached to it, he closed his eyes slightly, folded his hands, and silently recited a spell. For some reason, the platform suddenly lit up with crimson light, and the originally smooth marble surface showed dense spells and elven texts—

"Forbidden Spells: Spell Desolation!"

"Unbelievable——!" Asrema looked surprised, the cloth bag on the platform melted away, and the wyvern accessory emitted a blinding glow, and gradually, the light formed the shape of a greatsword—a sword that was seven feet long, about two feet wide at its widest point. The sword has no gauntlets, but instead has a large wing-shaped carving, and the hilt is long, with a half-moon-shaped sapphire extending from the blade to the tail of the hilt.

Insol gripped the hilt of the sword, but the sword was too heavy, and the blade slammed to the floor, and he chuckled, "I can't lift this sword—my strength—"

"Shhhhh——!h——!h

Insol frowned, listened carefully to the footsteps, and then slowly shook his head, "It's not Nasus, this power - it's the summoner!"

"Hey——! boys!" a black-robed man nearly seven feet tall appeared on the side of the aisle, wearing a large hood and holding a scythe-shaped staff, or rather, a long-handled scythe, "How about introducing yourself? My name is Badogus—what summoners often call 'Spirit Breaker'!"

"Are you from the Covenant Society?" Asrema snorted as she looked at the man named Badugus, "Your clothes are all rotten, man! Are the Covenant Society poor? As a nobleman, I can support you financially!"

"He's not from the Covenant Society!" Insol said to Asrema, pointing to Bagugus, "Look closely! His black robe is embroidered with a rose cross!"

"Rose—Black Cross!?" Asrema looked surprised, but the surprise quickly turned into fear—

Badogs's body is "split"! To be precise, another self appeared behind him, but the shape of this doppelganger was a little ethereal, like a virtual image refracted by some kind of light, but there were three iron cables connected to the body. "Soul Breaker—that's as you can see!" Bagugus spread his hands, deliberately revealing his doppelganger, "Soul and body can be separated from each other and exist alone—— all thanks to Exio!" he said in a visibly angry tone.

"Why are you here?" Insol glanced at the Spellbreaker Blade in his hand, and the blade suddenly lit up with blue light inexplicably, "Is it—you want to take this sword?"

"Ah, ah, what a terrible mind! How did you figure it out?" said Badogus, who had already appeared beside Insol and Asrema, "yes—I'm here to take the sword!"

Insol grasped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and with all his strength, swung his sword and slashed at Badogus. Unexpectedly, Badugus raised his scythe in his hand, parryed the blow, and smashed the Spellbreaker's Blade into the floor, a huge shockwave that shook the entire library violently.

"Looks reluctant!" Badugus chuckled, the scythe in his hand crushing Insore's sword, "Is this sword heavy for you?"

"Got it——!" Asrema appeared behind Badogus, and raised the metal stick in his hand, and a silver six-pointed barrier immediately appeared in mid-air, and the magical energy gathered in the center of the barrier, and shot out rapidly-

"Secret Method: Mana Flow!"

Badogus's physical body turned its head slightly, and the three iron cables connecting the soul immediately pulled it into the physical body, and the flow of mana pierced his body, but it did not cause any damage as expected, in fact, his body no longer had a physical body.

Insol frowned, and to test some of his suspicions, he drew his sword from his back and slashed at Bagugus—the result was the same, the blade passed through the opponent's body without causing the slightest damage,and—Insor screamed and threw away the blade in his hand, his leather gloves melted by the fiery magical power, and his hands were badly burned.

"How so-" Asrema looked at Badogos in surprise, the guy split again, he really couldn't see the mystery between the split and the combination.

"It's common sense that the blade can only cause damage to the body, not the soul!" Badugus's words were full of pride, and he turned his gaze to the Spellbreaker's Blade lying on the ground, "I take this sword!"

Just as Badugus was about to pick up the greatsword on the ground, something strange happened - the blade suddenly turned into a blue light and appeared on the floor in front of Insol, and at this moment, a tall woman in a beige robe stood beside him. The woman has long dark blonde hair, a melon seed face with a high nose bridge, and a pair of platinum gold eyes.

"Michelia——!" The original lightness of Badogus's words disappeared and was replaced by a low and cold one, "you are here to play the role of spoiler again!"

"Yes!" Michelia crossed her hands over her chest, revealing a haughty expression, "It seems that you can't be a bad guy again!Oh, yes - you just said that sword blades can't damage souls, I happen to know a spell that seems to be specifically for soul breakers, do you want to try it?"

"Haughty as always, you bitch!" Badugus gripped the scythe in both hands, and a blinding red light suddenly lit up on the tip of the blade, and a spell was being cast, but—

"O demons in the darkness, fallen lonely souls, answer my call to punish the wicked things of the world! Vengeance, erode everything! I will sacrifice your lost souls with the blood of the evil one, and decorate your spiritual places with the glow of the mandala!" Misheria raised her hands and chanted a long introductory word, and as she chanted, the crystals of the library's dome dimmed, and the sunlight from the arched windows disappeared, and her next chant was in a language that Insol and Asrema could not understand:

「“As－long，gust－artyOs，hound－Asala! Os－Asala!” 」

"Forbidden Arts: Whispers of the Dead!"

"Godworder!?" as soon as Bagugus finished speaking, his body covered his head and screamed, and at the same time, his soul clone lit up with a rainbow of light, "What kind of spell is this!?" He only felt that there seemed to be more than a thousand different sounds around him, but he couldn't hear any of them, and these voices were like cursing and crying, making people dizzy and painful......

"He-what's wrong with him?" Asrema looked at Badogos who was rolling on the ground, with a surprised expression, he also heard some strange sounds, but he just felt distraught, "I seem to hear, there are a lot of people talking, but I can't hear what they are saying!"

"The Whisperer Chants* - the power to control reincarnation!" Insol frowned, his burned hands still aching, "This kind of spell really exists! No wonder the Inquisitors are afraid of you, you are indeed worthy of their fear!"

"It's not as evil as you say!" Michelia grabbed Insol's wrist, took out a small medicine bottle from her pocket, pulled out the cork, and poured the liquid into the opponent's injured palm, "It's just a half-hung spell, it's not in its original state, but I can only do it to this extent! Its effect is to cause damage to the soul, just to restrain such people!" she finished speaking, and handed the medicine bottle to Insol.

The burn on one of Insol's hands had healed, and he sprinkled the remaining potion from the bottle on the other, and in just three seconds, the wound was healed again, and he couldn't help but marvel at the potion of the potion!

"Honey Helia, you wait——! you will pay for your actions!" Badugus' voice trembled as he pulled the soul clone into his body, folded his hands, and teleported away from the library in a zero-second teleportation.

"You let him go?" Asrema was puzzled, "you could have killed him!

"I'm not the one who wants to kill him, little nobleman!" Michelia patted Aslema's shoulder heavily, the force almost breaking the other's bones, "I'll take you out of here!

"Kobold!!! I heard you——! not only broke into the forbidden land of the League of Legends! You also insulted the administrator of the Great Library! Yes, you can't be punished!"

As the entire library shook, there was a rush of footsteps coming from the doorway, it was Nasus, the kobold who hated being called "kobold" the most.

Michelia laughed loudly and took Insol and Asrema by the hands, "Goodbye Mr. Kobold!"

A second later, the trio appeared in Michelia's living room, and Severn suddenly stood up from the couch, along with Anton Salon, and Elony......

"Explain it to me, silly brother!" Michelia looked at Anton Salon, Arroni, and Anrela, and then fell on Akali, "Yo, is there going to be a party today?"

"Mi-sama Michelia, we need your help!" Anton Salon, turning to the side, motioned for the other party to look at Fronsa, who was lying unconscious on the couch, "Only you can save him!"

"Oh my God!" Michelia frowned suddenly, she pushed Anton Sharon away, crouched down beside Fronsa, and stroked the other man's forehead, "Needle Prison - Larry Hughes, the Inquisitor again!" she said through gritted teeth.

[Author's Note]

* The Divine Whisperer: Legend has it that angels came to Ionia in the First Age of Valoran, and in order to bring their wisdom to mankind, they chose the wisest part of the human race to learn the language of angels. This group of people came to be known as the Divine Whisperers, and it was because of their existence that the angels were able to spread knowledge and technology to humans. Chanting of the Whisperer refers to the use of the language of angels as a guide to cast some very special spells, which are said to have been left behind by angels. In some texts, angels are described as "the creators of reincarnation", which is why Insol says that "this is the power that governs reincarnation".

Four

Time: Midnight

Location: Michelia's home

Characters: Michelia, Fronsa

——

(¤Fronza groans and opens her eyes to find Michelia sitting beside her)

Fronza: Hey, Queen!

Michelia: I'm thinking of killing you right now!

Fronsa: (smiles) You wouldn't do that, of course - I won't live long.

Michelia: I can't undo this spell, I can only freeze it for the time being, so that the needles can't continue to destroy your organs.

Fronsa: How's Angela?

Michelia: You say the girl who looks as beautiful as an angel? She's so nice, she's in the middle of a house with her brother!

Fronsa: That girl, the daughter of Elaine, a descendant of the Charon clan, must not let anyone else get her blood! Once the bloodline experiment is complete, we are finished! Just dealing with the Spellbinders is enough to make us anxious.

Michelia: Why are you so concerned about these things? I remember Freya telling you when she gave you the six-pointed ring—

Fronsa: Tell me—"You're just a replacement, a replacement for Anton Saron Invoker!"

Michelia: You idiot! If I were you, I'd get out of here and go somewhere no one can find you!

Fronza: Then why don't you do it yourself? We wear six-pointed rings, we are bound by prophecy, and many things are not transferred by our will.

(¤Michelia takes off her six-pointed ring and places it on the index finger of Fronza's left hand.) )

Fronza: What are you doing? I can't accept your ring!

Misshelia: Listen! Fool! I want you to live! My power can keep the Needle Prison frozen, don't be too reluctant in the next battle! The part of your body that belongs to Exio is fading.

Fronsa: (frowning) How much do you know about Exio?

Michelia: Why should I know about that bad old man?

Fronsa: Well, let's not talk about it!

Michelia: Insol got the Spellbreaker's Blade, and today I met Badogus the Soul Breaker in the Library!

Fronsa: Don't tell me, you killed that guy!

Michelia: Didn't that idiot Pinos say that Badogus was going to be handed over to Anton Saroon Supplicator to get his cultivation power——Oh, damn prophet, it's a good thing this guy died early!

Fronza: Pinos Charon left behind a son, whom I only recently found out about - called Parenos, with whom I lived for seven years, and did not know that he was a descendant of the Prophet!

Michelia: So—there's another damn prophet going to dominate our lives?

Fronza: No, Parenos is a madman, and all he can do is eat and sleep except for keeping a diary!

Michelia: Alright, it's getting late, you can rest!

Fronza: What about you? Isn't this your room? Where are you going to sleep?

(¤Michelia takes the pillow next to Fronsa)

Michelia: Do you want you to sleep with ——! going to the living room?

Fronsa: (chuckles) It's not like we haven't slept together, come on, I don't mind reliving old dreams!

Michelia: I don't want to mess with a man covered in needles!

Fronza: Alright, alright - at least one kiss to leave me, will it fulfill my request?

Michelia: Yes, yes, no problem!

(¤Fronza closes his eyes, opening them from time to time to peek.) Until Michelia actually leaned down, ready to kiss him on the forehead. )

Fronza: Well, well, I can feel your breath - your smell, well——! it's a great feeling! (He hugs Michelia's waist)

(¤Unexpectedly, Michelia smacks Fronza's head hard ......)

Five

"Anton Salons found himself inexplicably in a hallway, and everything in front of him always felt familiar, gray walls, worn carpets, the smell of corruption...... But I can't remember where I saw it. He pushed open the door on the side of the hallway, and some of the white wall skin immediately fell off, and everything in front of him immediately reminded him of the place he was in—the orphanage.

There was a single bed and a log table in the room, the floor was littered with bedding, and broken bed boards, and at the head of the bed sat a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, unkempt and disheveled, who was looking up at Anton Salon, for some reason, he showed a smile and handed Anton Salon, "Give it to you-"

Anton Salonon took the oil-stained diary and sat down next to the boy, "Hey, Parenos! Are you alright?"

"Do you know why I keep a diary?" Parinos ignored Anton Saron's words, his tone and tone of voice becoming indistinguishable from those of normal people compared to two years ago.

"You—your voice—" Anton Saron looked surprised, "so you're not crazy?"

"I am a descendant of the Prophets, my father's name is Pinos Charon, and he is Elaine Charon's brother!Both are members of the Mandala War!" Parinos raised his hand and pointed to the mountains of diaries piled up on the windowsill, "Those are prophecies, some were left by my father, some were written by me!I'm here to find someone who can read it—that's you!" He pressed his black hand around Anton Saron's shoulder, his eyes immediately turning silver, "Take my gift, friend!"

"That's right, I remember!" Anton Sharon thought back to what he had been through for the past two years, and remembered the passage he had read in Parinos' diary two and a half years ago, "You are indeed a prophet!

"Within two years!Anton Saron Invoker—everything will happen in the next two years, rune battles, fateful choices, within two years!" Parinus said, and stood up and walked to the door, just then, a scorching flame poured in from the hallway, and as soon as Anton Saron tried to remind him to get down, the flames consumed him......

Anton Salon, who was sweating and nervous, was struck by a gentle hand caressing his cheek, making his negativity disappear in an instant, it was Anrela, who was now lying on the bed, smiling at him. "Sister—I just had—had a dream!"

"I know—" Anrela wiped the beads of sweat from Anton Sharon with her handkerchief, "You've been by my bedside?"

"Yes - you're frightened, I want you to see me as soon as you wake up!" Anton Saron gently grabbed Anrela's wrist, surprised to find that the scars left by the chains had healed.

"I don't know why, those injuries healed themselves. Anrela stroked Anton Salon's hair, "Anton - I haven't seen you in a long time, how are you doing these days?"

"It's okay, it's just that I miss you and I haven't stopped for a moment. Anton Salon, hugging his sister, was full of the strange dream, and a voice in his heart urged him to rush to the orphanage immediately.

Anrela shed tears, she hugged Anton Salon, as if she was going to say goodbye to the other party in the next second, "I don't want to be separated from you again, Anton - promise me, okay? stay with me, you are my only relative - I love you more than anything!"

"I promise you—I promise you!" Anton Saron was almost out of breath, but he didn't want to let go, he just wanted to hug Angela tightly, and he had even forgotten about going to the orphanage. A warm current came over my heart, dispelling the gloom of the place, and at this moment, everything seemed less important, "I love you too, sister!

At this moment, Anton Sharon once again felt the wonderful emotion called "happiness", after two years, many things have changed, but this feeling is still the same as yesterday...... Perhaps, nine times out of ten, the misery of the world is precisely because of this, love is a precious thing. Human beings were born and lived by love, and will end by love......

【Ending Poem】

Lonely Bitter Tune

Thick clouds and light fog cover the road ahead,

Once the cold rain buried the famous flowers.

The paper kite did not dare to amphibious,

Why should the hollow be left in a beautiful place?

Fallen leaves are extremely fragile with the wind,

Can you accompany the end of the world?

Half a world of frost and half a world of snow,

Only with bitter memories and tears.

The remnants of the soul will be scattered

Don't forget the first time you saw the flower stand.