Section 3: The Power of Kolya

"It is not our abilities that determine our fate, but an important choice we make.

- Jerry Bullard

True kindness comes from those who have had the most tragic experiences, but can still maintain the most beautiful smiles. 」

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【Ionia's Brad Family】

For the people living on the Valoran continent, Ionia is definitely a mysterious island, and people found this island because of the "great technological change" in 314 of the Second Age. Until then, no one knew of Ionia's existence. As one of the eight city-states, Ionia was the last nation to join the League of Legends, and one of the main reasons is that they have not had a true ruler for a long time.

The first of Ionia was the Presidium Terrace, a huge castle built on top of the Great Falls of Evans. This capital was established fourteen years ago, and it was at that time that Ionia triumphed from the invasion of Noxus. Ionia has four councils, headed by the Lightwing Council led by Karma the Revelator, which has power over the other councils. Of course, Master Rito's world-famous sons and daughters, Irelia the Will of the Blade and Zeloth the Soul of the Blade, are also in the council.

Irelia and Zeroth, along with their rebels, are Ionia's most talked-about. And the place where the brother and sister can organize such a large army is due to the funding of one person, and that is the famous businessman Glore Bullard. In order to repay Gloré, Irelia gave him a solemn funeral after his death, promising her descendants eternal nobility. Needless to say, the status of the Brad family in Ionia is the same as that of the Four Councils. Of course, it is also the richest family in Ionia, and in the eyes of the Four Councils, Brad translates as "treasury".

One

Coria wore a beige robe, a white silk scarf, and a griffin coat of arms pinned to the collar. He was much taller than he was two years ago, with fine brown-yellow hair and a red melon seed face that didn't seem to change. Maybe it's because the face has become longer, and the clear blue eyes seem to be smaller. Of course, the cute dimples that appear when they purse their lips or smile are still there, and most girls are obsessed with him because of this.

Standing beside Coria was Elirena, her burgundy hair in her shawl still beautiful, and she looked even more beautiful than she had been two years earlier. The bangs cover her eyebrows, and there is an extra pair of studs on her ears, and when you look closely, you will see that the studs are engraved with Brad's family crest. Of course, her unique pair of eyes are still unforgettable, with silver iris and black pupils. No matter how bold you are, staring into such eyes for ten seconds will break down.

"Coria Bullard! Elirene Munn!" Tuke put his hands on the ground so that he wouldn't fall down from exhaustion, "You're not hurt!"

"No—Brother Tuk!" Koria said with a smile, "You forgot, teleportation and summoning are what I do best!"

Tuke chuckled, "In my eyes, you're good at — bullshit!"

"Ah, ah, you're right—Mentor!" Koria scratched her head and laughed awkwardly.

"There are about twenty Shadow Blades still alive!" Tuke rolled his eyes, looking at the dense forest around him, where a group of dark shadows could burst out at any moment.

"Killed so many of us!"

The white-cloaked Shadow Blade Commander stepped out of the forest, followed by a dozen surviving men, including McGregory. Tuke tried to struggle to his feet, but he failed, and the spell consumed most of his stamina.

"Kill them with throwing knives—" the Shadowblade Commander shouted.

More than a dozen Shadow Blade warriors pulled out the throwing knife behind their shoulders, a rectangular blade five feet long and two feet wide. Nearly twenty pairs of blades flew towards Koria at great speed, and Koria and Elirena's eyes widened, their faces full of surprise and fear. At that moment, a burly figure stood in front of them, and it was Tuke. Almost instantly, the knife pierced Tuke's body, turning him into a "hedgehog". The burst of blood stained Elirena's grey robes red, as well as Coria's beige robes. Death appeared in the closest place to them.

"Are all summoners crazy!?" yelled the Shadowblade Warrior Leader, unable to comprehend this madness.

"Tuke-big brother-"

"Korya——!" Elirina whispered, her blood-covered face expressionless, "we're going to fight!"

Koria nodded, "That's right—"

"Secret Method: Crystal Arrow!"

Elirena silently recited a mantra and brought the four fingers of her left hand together and pressed them together on top of her thumb. A sharp purple-red light shot out from her fingertips, piercing the Shadowblade warriors who were charging at her and Klya. The light didn't stop, but continued to fly, piercing everything in its path, the sword, the body, and even the thick trunk.

"What a strange spell!" the leader drew his sword and rushed to Elirena at great speed, ready to slit the throat with the blade of the sword.

"Secret Method: Crystal Barrier!"

A large purplish-red crystal appeared between the leader and Elirena, and the leader's blade slashed through the crystal, leaving a large "scar". However, the "scar" was quickly repaired, and the leader's blade was largely broken.

"Actually—there is such a spell!?" the leader's eyes widened as he looked at his broken sword.

"You've lost, Shadowblade!" Elirina said with a blank face as she looked at the leader.

"Don't be presumptuous, little girl!" yelled the leader, "I think I should capture you alive!" and take you to the basement of Noxus to see if you are the same as any other woman between your legs!"

"Secret Method: Crystal Enchantment!"

Elirina glared at the leader with disdain, clasped her hands together, and a large circular magical barrier immediately appeared at the opponent's feet. The center of the barrier was triangular, and three purple-red magic crystals rose from the three sides, forming an enclosed space of pyramids, and the Ruler was trapped in it.

"Krya, I don't think you'll allow anyone to humiliate me!" Elirina glanced at Krya beside her and turned around slowly.

"Of course—not allowed—" Koria said, staring at the leader and gritting her teeth.

"Forbidden Spell: Blood Spell!"

Koria held out her left hand, and it looked like he hadn't done anything, but the crystal barrier that had trapped the leader shattered into powder. At the same time, a palm-sized blood-red charm appeared in the leader's heart.

"W-this!?"

The leader seemed to understand what was going to happen, but his body was out of control, and he raised his broken sword and slashed the two nearest men, "Get out of ——! you idiots! Get out of the way——! and several more of his men were killed by him.

"My lord, what's wrong with you!?" asked a Shadowblade warrior who couldn't see the situation clearly.

"Get out of here——! I'm being controlled!!" the leader said, plunging his broken sword through his opponent's collarbone and out from under his side. The Shadowblade's eyes widened, he could no longer speak, he had to vomit blood, and looked in horror at the blade inserted into his body, removing one side of the rib and flesh, and picking out the entire lung and half of the liver......

Coria shuddered uncontrollably, his big blue eyes no longer clear, and in fact, his pupils were about to take over his iris. He looked at Tuke, who had changed beyond recognition, and then at Steck, who had not yet looked at him, and sweat continued to ooze from his forehead. He remembered the two years he had spent with the two of them, those happy moments, and their familiar voices...... All of this will eventually be reduced to a pale memory, which will fade, blur, and shatter in his mind as time passes, and finally turn into eternal hatred—darkness, which has swallowed him.

"Krya, stop!" Elirina hugged Krya's shoulders and shook her twice, "Stop——! we can't kill - have you forgotten? Killing people with magic is taboo!

"Curse—taboo—"

Koria fell to her knees, and he looked at the Shadowblade warriors who had been killed by the leader, all of them in such a miserable state that they could not look at them, and all of this was due to him. Those Shadow Blade warriors were probably innocent, just doing what they were told. They may have wives and children of their own, but now they are all soulless shells, all of them are nothing. "What did I do!?" Koria cried, "I can't control the power of my bloodline—I killed people with magic—"

"That's not your fault-" Elirina looked at Coria seriously, letting the other party's forehead rest on her forehead, "Koria, it wasn't you who killed them, you still have a kind and noble soul!"

"You still have a noble soul!" At some point, the leader of the Shadowblade Warriors walked up to Elirena's back, and the bloodstain spell had been lifted. "yes—you weren't the one who killed them, summoner—" he whispered, "but damn girl! I'm going to be the one to kill her!"

Koria only felt some warm liquid spray on his face, and then he saw the broken sword pierce Elirena's chest. Elirena gripped the blade with both hands, blood pouring out of the wound, staining her hands red......

"Elirena—sister—"

"Kolya—look at me—" Elirina grabbed Kolya's shoulder, endured the pain, and smiled, "Stay calm, don't—let — darkness swallow up the good you—"

Coria looked at Elirena, at the other man's special eyes, and suddenly he felt that everything in front of him was beginning to blur, and he could no longer even hear all the sounds around him. It felt like it was being put in a big bell, and just then, a guy knocked the wall outside......

Two

There is a place in Ionia called Asha, which is said to have been the settlement of the last elves of Valoran. After Hecrlius the Destroyer killed eleven eleven elven princes, the elves on the continent sailed from Grey Harbor (south of the Black Coast of present-day Noxus) in white ships and left this sad place. The elves who had fled the continent had come to Ionia, but at that time, of course, the humans on the continent were unaware of the island's existence. Yasha is a beautiful and fertile plain located in the southeast of Ionia, near the sea. The humans who live in Asha are called the "Sons of Asha", and they are said to be half-elves, a combination of elves and humans. The elves have left behind not only noble bloodlines, but also a red land known as the "red soil", where many unique species live. One of the most famous is the Wishing Star Tree, a magical plant. Their trunks and branches are pure white, and even the flowers that emerge are white, and what's even more eerie is that not everyone can see them.

90% of the Ionians do not believe in the existence of wishing trees, as no one has ever seen them. It is believed that even if humans cannot see them with their eyes, as long as some trees do exist, they will occupy a certain space. Obviously, there is no such strange space in the red soil for an invisible tree to grow.

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A nobleman in navy blue robes sat by the river, fishing, and judging by the pattern of red blood droplets on his robes, he belonged to the Brad family, and judging by his sparse beard and handsome cheeks, he was in his early thirties. The aristocrat was not alone, and not far from him was a boy of eight or nine years old. The little boy has long brown and yellow hair, a melon seed face, blue eyes, and a pair of cute dimples when he purses his lips. A direct reflection of the boy's relationship with the aristocracy is that they wore the same clothes, all of which were identical except for their size.

The little boy was looking up at a white tree, which was strange, the trunk, the branches, and the flowers that bloomed on the branches were white. Even more strange is that they have very ordinary green leaves, with a white flower wrapped around every four leaves, and the stamens look like six-pointed stars from a distance. The trees of the red soil grow so tall that even at noon in the middle of summer, the sunlight cannot penetrate the veil of leaves. Beside this small river in the woods, only mottled spots of light can be seen. A breeze blew, and a few leaves were blown off the magical white tree. They danced a mysterious dance in mid-air, and it was a dance with a strong sense of rhythm! Spinning, moving, pausing, retracting and retracting, rigid and soft. At this moment, it was as if all the creatures in the forest were looking at them with solemn expressions and singing funeral songs in low voices.

"The old people say that everything in the world will cry when it is dying, not for themselves, but for the living. ”

The little boy looked at the leaves in his palm and whispered, this green elf had just finished his mission and slept in the palm of his hand.

"That's right, Kolya, death is a kind of return. The aristocrat who was fishing on the side turned his head slightly, "Life is the cruelest gesture, we all have to go home, our common home - the world of the dead." ”

"I saw the white tree, father. Koria reached out and touched the white trunk in front of her, the touch was like touching the silky skin, "I can feel its life force, so strong, so warm." But the leaves in my palms are unusually cold. ”

"Only the purest souls can see the Wishing Tree, and my son is one of them!" Kolya's father smiled, "The Wishing Star Tree is immortal, Korya, unless someone cuts them down, just like our souls." ”

"Are our souls immortal?Father?" asked Kolya.

"Oh yes, that's right. Korya's father nodded, and as he spoke, a fish had already been hooked, "God willing!

Coria walked up to her father and watched as he flicked the long rod and pulled the bait up along with a large fish. The father took the fish off the hook and threw it into the basket beside him. The big fish, with its blue scales and white belly, was writhing desperately in its basket trying to escape back into the river. On land, no matter how much it opens its mouth to breathe, it can't absorb the oxygen it needs to survive, and all it can absorb is death.

"It's painful, father—" Coria leaned down to look at the fish, and some clear liquid suddenly appeared in her big blue eyes, "we could have done otherwise, could we? Let him go back to the river—" He looked at the leaves in his hand, then at the fish that was about to suffocate, "They quickly became as cold as ever. ”

The father grabbed the fish from the basket and threw it back into the river. The fish struggled twice at first, trying to dive underwater, but no matter how hard it tried, its body remained flat on the surface, and in a few moments, it died.

Koria blinked, two tears running down his fair cheeks, "It's still dead—we should have let it go sooner—like that—"

"Then it will die!" interrupted Koria, looking at the dead fish in the river that had drifted away with the current, "the instinct of survival is to let the fish eat the bait, but not know that it is a trap." Once you bite the bait, the hook hooks its mouth. Even though we let it go, the next time, it will eat the bait. ”

"Isn't—does it forget that it's a trap?" asked Coria.

"No—" the father shook his head, "it hasn't forgotten, but it will bite anyway in order to survive." Because if it doesn't eat the bait, it will have to look for other food, and when it can't find it, it will die. ”

"But—but father—" Coria looked at her father's eyes, which were also blue, "and we don't have the right to decide—the life or death of the fish, do we?"

"That's right, my child!" the father touched Korya's head, "we don't even have the right to decide whether we live or die, we live, but we don't know when and how we will die." ”

"Father—" Koria held the leaf above her head, wanting her father to see it, "Is there a way to get this leaf back on the white tree?"

"It can be done with magic—" Father took the leaves from Koria's hand and looked at the white wishing star tree beside him, "It's such a precious tree, but it grows such ordinary leaves." And it is such ordinary leaves that breed magical flowers. ”

"I want to learn magic, father, magic that can save lives!" Koria had a determined expression on her face.

"The father of magic, Isd, first developed magic to heal his wounded people," the father took Kolya's hand and walked under the Wishing Star Tree, "but later, humans used magic for warfare. After the Redemption Code of the Urges Invoker was burned, all healing magic was lost, so the Elves planted the Wishing Tree. ”

"These trees—" Koria looked at the white flowers on the trees.

"It is said that if you pray to the Wishing Star Tree, the white flowers will wither, and its petals will bring a loved one back to life. "But no one has done that, my child." Death is the true sense of return. To break the cycle of reincarnation is to humiliate the dead and to despise life. ”

"Father, I don't understand. Coria couldn't understand his father's words, but he knew that he must be right.

"You'll understand, Klya. The father tapped his son's palm with his finger as he spoke, and a blood-red spell immediately appeared there, "The power of the Brad family is to use magic to guide magic and bring magic manipulators back to the right path. Magic cannot be used to kill people, let alone to cause war. ”

Three

Glore Bullard has three sons, the eldest son, Osray Bullard, is a famous summoner in Valoran who once helped Exio Invoker establish the League of Legends, but the two only use each other. The second son, Jares Brad, who was ten years younger than his brother and had been living in Yasha, was the main heir to his father's fortune, and after his father's death, he picked up a large family estate. The youngest son, Gron Bullard, is Glorey's youngest child, the same age as Irelia "Blade Will", and the least serious of all his father's children.

Glore Bullard's most successful investment in his life was that he believed that the rebels would be able to drive out the Noxian invaders, so he spared no expense to help Irelia and her brother Zeroth. Irelia once asked Glore Bullard how she would repay her benefactor if the rebels liberated Ionia. Glorey's answer was affirmative, "Be the wife of one of my sons!" Now, Gloré has been dead for fourteen years, but Irelia has not married, and the reason for this is intriguing.

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A beautiful woman led Koria, dressed in a navy blue robe, as she walked through a long corridor with carved balustrades. The woman was his mother, dressed in the clothes of an Ionian woman, with long black hair draped behind her back, and her slender figure, both front and back, enough to make the hearts of all men tick.

Probably every Ionian nobleman's courtyard will have a number of long corridors, which can be simply understood as "covered passages". Of course, these passages are located outdoors and connect the buildings in the courtyard. In the Ionian culture, the balance of all things is extremely important, and the world must be shared by humans and other living beings, and the world must be "divided" into two parts, and the promenade is the perfect interpretation of this culture. Outside the promenade, a variety of plants are planted, and sometimes they are replaced by large ponds with large numbers of red carp.

"Mother—I'm so itchy—" Coria grinned as she craned her neck. His mother was "burping" him because he had been sullen all day. It has to be said that Koria has a good mother and she loves Koria more than anyone else. When Coria is unhappy, she will do everything she can to make her son happy, when Coria is sick, she will stay by her son's side until he recovers, when Coria is sad, she will shed tears, and when Coria feels happy, she is the happiest person in the world. Strangely, his mother's over-love did not spoil Korya, and he reciprocated to his mother in the same way. To others, Coria is a cute and thoughtful little boy, but to his mother, he is the light that illuminates the world.

"Are you feeling better, my darling!" the mother picked up Coria and kissed her son on the forehead.

"It's like eating honey—mother—" Coria said coquettishly, resting her head on her mother's shoulder.

The mother slid Koria hard, then hugged her son back into her arms, "Do you want to swing?

"No—Mommy is going to be tired!" Koria fiddled with her mother's hair and blinked her big eyes.

"No——! baby is very light!" the mother pressed her nose to Coria's.

At this moment, on the other side of the corridor, there was a tall young man who witnessed the happy moment of the mother and daughter. This man has the same long and thin hair as Coria, except that his hair is black, and Coria is a perfect successor to his father's brownish-yellow hair. The only thing he had in common with Kolya was the pair of blue eyes. However, if Korya's eyes are compared to the surface of a calm lake, then this man's eyes can be called the eye of the storm. Judging by his eyes and expressions, Mother and Daughter Koria were people he hated extremely much.

Coria seemed to know that someone was coming, and when he saw the young man, his eyes lit up with joy, he beckoned to the other man, and then narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Good afternoon - Brother Murray!"

The mother put down Coria and whispered in her ear: "Love your brother as you love your mother." ”

Coria nodded and ran towards Murray, who wanted to give him a hug, even though he was just up to Murray's waist. However – Murray didn't take his brother's kindness on the back of his hand as he lifted his big foot and kicked Coria head-on. Poor Coria could figure out what was going on, and she fell to the ground on all fours, her brother's shoe prints faintly visible on her fair face.

"Oh! no——!" Mother covered her mouth, she looked at Coria and then at Murray, her eyes filled with tears.

"Woman-" Murray pointed at Kolya's mother, anger written all over his face, "you took your husband from my mother, and your bastard took your father from mine!"

Just then, a young maid ran out from behind the man, dressed in a pale blue robe with curly blond hair. She ran to Kolya's side, helped her up, and wiped away her tears with her sleeve, "I'll take you to the doctor——!"

"Thank you, Sister Arya—I think I'm fine—" Coria smiled at the maid named Arya, and then walked up to her brother, "Please don't hurt my mother, brother! Your mother had been dead for years when she married her father. I'm sorry, but you should put the blame on me alone!"

"You all have a share! Coria!" Murray stepped forward, grabbed Coria by the collar, and lifted the other up, "That woman conceived you and brought you into the world! You're all the same—both my enemies! Enemies! yes—enemies! enemies!" Murray's face flushed with rage, his eyes widened, and he looked insane.

Coria's mother ran to Murray in three steps and two steps, her beautiful face full of tears, "Let go of Coria—please—let go of my son, I can do whatever I want—" However—it wasn't Murray's forgiveness that greeted her, but Murray's powerful kick, which hit her directly in the lower abdomen, and she didn't even have a chance to scream, and sat down on the ground.

"That's right—that's it—" Murray pointed to Coria with one hand and Korya's mother with the other, "Your baby is there with flesh and blood and has taken everything from me!"

"Are you alright, ma'am—" Arya looked at Coria's mother nervously, fearing that Mrs. Brad would be robbed of her ability to have another child by the kick she had just given.

At this moment, something inexplicable happened, Murray fell to his knees with a thud, and the hand that had just grabbed Coria was released. His muscles tensed, trying to fight against an unusually powerful force, "Ah——! father—I know it's you—"

Murray guessed correctly, his father was standing behind him at the moment. Coria's father, and of course Murray's father, frowned as he looked at his eldest son, second son, and wife, his eyes slowly moistening.

"Lord Jares—I'm sorry, I—" Arya knelt on the ground, her head bowed, and begged for Jareth Bullard, her master's forgiveness.

"You've done a good job, Arya—and in a moment please send the lady and the little master to the church. Brother Pomfrey will heal them!" Jareth said, walking over to Arya and motioning for her to get up. Then he set his eyes on his eldest son, "Murray Bullard, in the name of blood, I ask you to apologize to my wife, your stepmother, Lelia!

"Father—I will never do anything like that until I die! I swear by blood!" Murray's eyes were red, there were no tears left in his eyes, and his muscles were still tense, resisting his father's spells, "You have power, power, wealth, and women—you are the greatest nobleman of Ionia! But what about me? Everything I have—has been taken from this mother and daughter!" As soon as he finished speaking, he screamed and fell to the ground. What followed was the crunch of misaligned bones.

"No—dear—please—" Lelia cried as she hugged her husband's leg and cried, "he's a child—you can't do that to him!"

"Father—I beg you in the name of blood! Don't punish my brother!" Koria hugged his father's other leg, tears streaming from his big eyes.

"Murray, you're not nothing!" Jared looked at his eldest son lying on the ground convulsively, "You have the love of all of us, it's just that obsession blinds you so you can't see it!"

"My lord—" Arya looked down at the poor and kind mother and daughter.

"Arya, get your brother and send Murray into the church with him, so that Brother Pomfrey can take his bones!" Jareth said before leaving his wife and children, as well as Arya.

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Time: Night

Location: Ionia, Sect of Equilibrium, Hall of Equilibrium

Characters: Murray Bullard, Sunderland (Monk of Equilibrium)

(¤In the dark and spacious hall, only candles were lit on the east and west walls, and the door of the hall was made of obsidian, and a gorgeous blue carpet stretched from the doorway to the stone chairs on the north side of the hall.) At the top of the stone chair sat an old man, gray-haired, dressed in a black vintage robe with six gold buttons engraved with the emblem of the Sect of Equilibrium—a sword and a spear, divided from northeast to southwest, the upper half of which was the sun and the lower half was the six-pointed star. In front of the old man stood a young man in a navy blue robe embroidered with Brad's family crest. )

Sunderland: So— how did you decide?

Murray: I'm going to join the Sect of Equilibrium and become a Warrior of Equilibrium!

Sunderland: That's not going to be easy, kid.

Murray: What do I need to do?

Sunderland: The Church of Equilibrium is the most mysterious organization in Valoran, and no one knows our true purpose or the teachings we carry out except the members themselves. Therefore, we have to conduct a rigorous assessment of new members before accepting them.

Murray: No matter what kind of assessment, I will accept it!

Sunderland: At the end of the day, there are only two assessments. The first is to investigate the identity of the new member, all the past experiences. This one, you can easily pass. But the second - most people, like aristocrats like you, must not be able to pass.

Murray: You might as well say it and ask me to hear about it—

Sunderland: We're going to beat your dearest one in front of you! Can you survive ten minutes, you'll be qualified! If you're beaten for ten minutes by a samurai of equilibrium, most of them will die—— can you watch your loved ones die in front of you?

(¤Murray's eyes widened and he stood there, thinking about everything he had done with his father.) From the happy times of childhood, to the death of his mother, to his father's marriage to Lelia, giving birth to Coria)

Murray: He's no longer my dear, and even if you kill him in front of me, I'll be able to accept it, he's to blame!

Sunderland: You mean your father, Jarese Bullard!?

Murray: That's right!

Sunderland: Very well! In two weeks' time, your father will come to the Sect of Equilibrium, and we will have your final evaluation!

Four

Ionia has a little-known ancient name called "Land of the Long Summer". The temperature on the island varies almost the same throughout the year, and it is always summer compared to the countries on the mainland. On this mysterious island, there are many amazing plants that only grow in the soil of Ionia. Fifteen years ago, the Ionians defeated the Noxian invaders, gained freedom and liberation, and joined the League of Legends at the same time, and began to have close contact with the continental realm. To date, 85% of the flowers and trees in Demacia and Noxus come from Ionia, from which they learned advanced cultivation techniques and allowed these beautiful plants to grow on the continent.

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Jareth and Lelia planted a begonia tree in Coria's small courtyard. There is an ancient custom in Ionia that when children are 10 years old, parents should plant begonia trees for them, so that the children can grow together with the young trees, so as to ensure that the children will always be healthy and happy.

"What did Pomfrey say?" Jerry hugged his wife's shoulders and looked at the other cheek.

"He said—" Lelia lowered her head, choking, "and he said—I can't have children anymore—"

"Is it because of that—Murray—" Jeris kissed his wife's hair, then rested her head on his shoulder.

"Don't blame him—dear—" Lelia whispered, "he's still a child—"

"You're so kind, Lelia!" Jared interrupted his wife, "Murray is twenty years old, and he should be responsible for his actions!"

"Father, Mother——!" Kolya came out of the house and ran to her parents as fast as she could.

"Oh——!" Mother leaned down and hugged Coria, "Isn't this the handsome little guy of the Brad family?"

"Wow-" Koria pointed to the begonia tree not far away, "planted for me?"

"Of course!" the mother pinched Kolya's nose, "you will grow up with this begonia——!

"Mom, you just cried!" Koria looked at her mother, her expression suddenly becoming serious.

"Oh, no—baby—no—" The mother hurriedly wiped away her tears, but new tears burst out of her eyes again.

"Mom—can you look at me?" Koria narrowed her eyes and smiled at her mother, "I will grow up with the Begonia Tree and become a man like my father!"

Her mother's eyes widened as she looked at Coria's sweet smile, and she felt a pair of warm little hands at the moment, helping her wipe away her tears and convey an incomparably warm power to the depths of her heart. "Yes—my baby—you've grown up!" she said, smiling.

"Kolya!" the father crouched down and hugged Kolya's shoulder, "and the begonias will bloom in April next year." From then on, you have to collect each petal that falls until the begonia flowers are gone. ”

"Yes, father!" Coria replied with a smile.

Coria remembers many wonderful nights, and the night his parents planted a begonia tree for him made him feel "like yesterday" for many years afterward. That night, he lay on the windowsill, looking at the begonia tree in the moonlight, and imagined that the tree was full of red flowers. The breeze blows, the flying flowers are scattered, and there is no depression at night......

When Coria woke up, it was the next morning, and he was still lying on the windowsill, "Hmm—that's how I fell asleep—" he sneezed, "like a cold—"

Just then, the maid Arya brought breakfast, a square tray with a small bowl of porridge, two slices of sausage, and an omelette, and some shredded cooked beef. "Lord Krya, it's time for you to eat!" said Arya, "do you want me to feed you?"

"No—Sister Arya!" Koria smiled and picked up the chopsticks on her plate, "I'm not sick, so I'll do it myself—"

"My lord—don't call me that!" Arya looked a little frightened, "Others will scold me when they hear it!"

"Oh——?" Koria looked puzzled, "How so? shouldn't I call you sister?"

"I'm your servant, how can I—" Arya lowered her head, her voice weakening.

"It's okay!" Coria pulled Arya to sit beside her, and as soon as the other sat down, she immediately stood up, "Oh yes, Sister Arya, did my parents have breakfast?"

"My lord and lady have eaten—" replied Arya, bowing her head, "and they went out." ”

"Where did they go, do you know?" asked Kolya again.

"Good—it seems—the Hall of Equilibrium—"

"Balanced teaching!?Why do parents go to that place——!?