"Why, didn't you say that you wouldn't really die, but why couldn't the wound heal?!"

Edward's voice reached his ears, which cleared Geoffrey's brain a little, but it did come with the pain of making people want to sleep to death, in this case, Jeffrey opened his eyes, and into his cloudy eyes was a slightly white and clear night sky, the wind and snow had stopped for some time, and the frozen earth and houses could not be repaired. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The dry itch in his throat caused Jeffrey to cough lightly twice, and from his throat came the sound of a dying man's old and feeble.

Hearing Jeffrey's voice, Edward excitedly turned around and lifted his body up from the makeshift rudimentary bed.

"Teacher, how are you feeling?"

Jeffrey didn't answer, his gaze went beyond Edward to see more people around him, Edward and Ebon as disciples, the dragon as friends, and the Salvation Army as companions, all gathered here for him...... People who care about him.

"It's ridiculous....... ”

Even the murmur that he couldn't hear clearly leaked from his withered lips.

- It's ridiculous that I didn't feel alone for the first time until the end of my life, and that the man named Jeffrey Liblom was such a ridiculous stupid. It's not that I regret it now, but I feel melancholy anyway, and Jeffrey thinks it's probably because of his short life.

With his eyes on the sky, Geoffrey could sense that the dawn was approaching and that time was running out for him.

Rejecting Edward's support, Geoffrey straightened his body with his deadwood-like arms.

"Edward. ”

Edward, who was called by his name, came to the teacher, took the teacher's hand, and got down on one knee.

He was held by his disciple's hand, but Jeffrey was not touched or relieved at all, which made him laugh at himself once again for being a fool.

"I have never been a competent teacher, not a competent friend, not a competent father and not a competent husband, these are all facts, and I will not defend them. ”

Jeffrey lifted his arm and tapped a twig-like finger to his forehead.

"So, you just need to think of this as the last bit of kindness from the dying man. ”

With that, Jeffrey unleashed his magic, and the glow of magic appeared on his fingertips, imprinting an extremely fine and complex miniature magic array on his forehead.

The pain of the magic stirring in his brain made Jeffrey's face hideous, as if the act of forcibly cutting off a part of his body made his dying aging body let out a scream, but even so, Jeffrey's arm did not tremble at all.

Eventually, a ball of light followed Jeffrey's finger and was taken out of his head.

The ball of light slowly drifted from Jeffrey's fingertips towards Edward, and finally fell into Edward's arms, transforming into the appearance of a book, the cover of which was covered with neat white feathers, and looked solemn and holy, and of course, there was not a single word in writing, including the book.

"This is a compilation of all my knowledge and experience in my life and should help you....... ”

The knowledge and experience of a mage's life, known as the 'strongest', is a supreme treasure for any mage, and while it may not be as powerful as those various artifacts, it is a completely different force from those external forces that cannot be fully trusted or relied upon.

Using the last of his strength on the last magic, Jeffrey lost even the strength to support his body, and his withered body fell down, but was taken into the arms of his disciple a moment before he fell to the ground.

Edward seemed to be yelling at something with an anxious expression, but Jeffrey couldn't hear anything anymore, and he smiled and looked at the sky, watching the first rays of sunlight cut through the darkness.

"In retrospect, this is really a shit life, and the sorrow and pain that has come to me over and over again has never left me with regret for a moment in my life, and I don't even feel fear in the face of death, because death has become a relief for me. ”

If he had to say it, Jeffrey only felt regret, regretting that he had done too little for his children.

Grieving for his wife's death all the time, and regretting all the time that he couldn't accompany his wife at the last moment, Jeffrey has never been able to have decent communication with his children even if he lives with them.

It's not that he blames his wife's death on his child's head, nor is he sad because he thinks of his wife when he sees his child, but he has no shame to face it. Jeffrey didn't know what kind of face his incompetent father had to face his children.

But it's ironic that Jeffrey Lieblom, who had been desperate all his life, didn't die in despair, but in hope. ”

Obviously, revenge failed, and so did the reckless act of saving the world, and Jeffrey failed to do anything in the end, but he was surprisingly in a good mood.

"The era of incompetent and selfish heroes is over, and a new era is just beginning...... Edward, I'm looking forward to ...... Looking forward to what you can do...... ...... than me Better yet, just let me be in that world...... Look at you, look at your belief that you have to insist even if you deny your teacher...... What kind of fruit will it bear? ”

The staccato last words slowly faded into the wind, and Jeffrey slowly closed his eyes in his disciple's arms, a smile on his lips, like a child who was haunted by nightmares falling asleep peacefully for the first time.

Tears rolled down Edward's face, but he was just as smiling, and he gently lowered the teacher's body to the bed.

"May your soul find peace and solace in the world over there, Teacher. ”

The world's strongest magician, Jeffrey Liblom, died, and his body was handed over to the dragons to bring back to Cloud Island and buried next to his wife, Gabriel.

Because of the death of the leader, the Salvation Army, a secret organization hidden in the shadows, was lost, and the surviving crusaders left without looking back before the sun shone over the earth, leaving Edward alone to stand in the ruined streets as if he had been abandoned.

Ibon didn't know how to comfort Edward, so he could only say some useless encouragement, and told Jeffrey that he could come to him at any time, and that he was willing to give Edward a new home, and then left. For this magician, who is the leader of a magical society and the head of a country, there are too many things to deal with after this night.

Shortly after Ibon left, a voice rang out from behind Edward.

"Is Mr. Pest dead?"