I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

Appreciating the moonlight, Apollo lowered his head as if he had noticed something, and looked at the storybook that had never been closed on the table.

This is a story about a young boy growing into hope. The story has long since ended, but he stubbornly refused to close it, hoping that the story can continue.

That kid never regretted being a hope, but isn't it time for him to be himself?

The story of the pure white hero has long since come to an end. The hero who embarked on the journey has returned. He has saved his companions, people, and the world. The only thing in this world that he has not saved... is probably only his life.

Apollo raised his hand and pressed it on the storybook, with difficulty but firmness to close the storybook that never ended in hundreds of years.

"Go save your life."

PS is the same as I said before. At the end of each main line, there will be a heroic spirit about the Greek Lostbelt, this time it is -- the heroic spirit of the Lostbelt, the shield soldier Achilles

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Chapter 65 Farewell to the Night

"Yo~"

Siddija naturally turned over the window and waved to Loki, who was dumbfounded in his pajamas.

"How can..."

Just as Loki was about to start shouting, he covered her mouth with one hand.

"She's still sleeping," Siddija raised the fingers of her other hand to her mouth.

"Um..." Loki glanced at Ais who was sleeping, and gave Sidgar a reluctant look, and after his mouth was released, he pulled Sidgar's collar and lowered his voice, "You give me come out!"

"Oh~" Siddija lowered her head subconsciously, because Loki's pajamas were looser, and it seemed that she had sneaked in here with some bad intentions, her neckline was wide open, Siddija... It was very easy to see the floor .

"You! Are you playing a hooligan to the goddess!" Loki blushed, covered his chest and stepped back several steps, and jumped out of Ais' room, "Come out and duel!"

Siddija scratched the back of his head and walked to the door, closing the door under Loki's cowardly gaze.

"Crack-"

The door was locked.

Loki sat on the ground with a snap, her eyes turned up like a dead fish, and there seemed to be countless black lines behind her.

The members of the Loki Familia who passed by noticed that Loki was obviously in a wrong state, but they planned to pass her yawning without paying any attention.

What's wrong is Loki!

It's not right that she didn't go to the night raid and was thrown out by Aisi one night!

"What a troublesome goddess," Sidika sighed softly and walked to Ais' bedside and sat down gently.

Even when she was asleep, as long as someone approached Ais, she would immediately wake up and enter the fighting stance. This was an instinct she had trained in the dungeon, and this was why Loki was thrown out by her every time.

But this kind of instinct is invalid only in front of Sidgar, not because Sidgar has a reassuring feeling, but simply because every time she sleeps and recovers, she will be moved to the corner by Sidgar many times. , Ace's instinct ignored Hidika, even if she was picked up by Hidika and sent back to her family, she would not wake up within a short time, although as long as someone approached her, she would immediately change from a sleeping cat to a scary tiger. .

"Sorry, I can't continue teaching you," Siddija raised her hand and poked Aisy's cheek gently like a prank.

Ais moved her face and put her face on Siddija's hand.

"I thought about it and sure enough, I can't help you become stronger," Sidika poked Ais' nose, "Because you're lonely, rely on your companions, that's the only thing the teacher can teach you."

Siddija stood up cautiously, raised her hand and grabbed the scarf made of black scales on her neck, her fingers slowly sinking in.

[Ah~ Sure enough, poor Miss Long will encounter this kind of thing again~ She has been working hard and complaining without being rewarded and still being exploited. ]

"It doesn't matter, you have been secretly increasing it anyway, right? The flesh and blood of the King of the Gods and mine is delicious," said Siddija, pulling hundreds of black dragon scales off the scarf and forming in mid-air. A new scarf slowly fell and covered Ais' hands.

[Have you been found?That's just because Miss Long is getting fat~]

"Goodbye, my worry-free student," Siddija bent over and rubbed Ais' face, turned and walked towards the door that was locked by him.

The troublemaker outside the door must be biting his fingers and waiting for him to come out.

Speaking of which, there won't be a thousand axes waiting for him after the door is opened.

"Come back early, teacher."

Ais, who should never have been awakened by Siddigar, opened her eyes, sat up, tilted her head and stared at Siddija's back, her dazzling golden hair slowly scattered and glittered in the soft moonlight. .

"Can you not go?"

"No way~ There are still people waiting for the teacher," Siddija waved his hand.

"I'm also waiting for the teacher, so the teacher will come back, right?" Ace lifted the quilt, and she wouldn't let him leave even if she hugged his leg if Hidega didn't agree.

"I'll be back, so sleep well, but don't be overtaken by Bell," Sidika unlocked the door, raised her hand and pressed it on the door handle, "Remember to lock the door and windows when sleeping."

"Yeah," Ace nodded vigorously, covered the quilt and closed her eyes.

"Good night, dear boy," Siddija opened the door, then closed it gently.

Unexpectedly, there were not a thousand axes waiting for him outside the door, but a resentful Loki was waiting for him.

"Finally going," Loki, who was sitting on the ground, stretched out his hand to Siddigar.

"Are you happy?" Siddija reached out and pulled Loki up.

"I won't be happy," Loki stuck out his tongue, "I said it, I'll be happy when Aisan is happy. If I want to ruin the world to make her happy, I don't mind lighting the most luxurious fireworks for her."

"So... you're going to turn me into fireworks?" Siddija raised an eyebrow, and Loki couldn't let go of his hand.