i used to be a devil

When some things are confirmed, Yi Rang only needs a glance.

Socrates has been revived in this world, although I don't know why it didn't completely replace the consciousness of Rosemil Doyat.Although I don't quite understand the reason for this, it is more beneficial to Yi Rang.

He felt as if he had found a new thing to do.

Socrates, who did not actually descend on the body, was not fully resurrected after all.Not having a body and having a body are actually two concepts.

Speaking of which, it seems a bit boring to be serious about the game goal of being an ordinary person.

With this thought in mind, I felt that I could find something more interesting to do—well, to be a mage who grew up little by little.

It was only a matter of a moment when this idea came up and Yi made the decision that it could be carried out.His idea is that if the game is to be played, it must be a little more interesting to be worth the time spent on it...

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Doyat, as the oldest family in this country, has also been entrenched in the imperial capital Cassitia for many years.In the vast manor, the weather in the afternoon was just right, and there was no crazily raining like the previous few days.

As the mistress of the Doart family, today's Mrs. Doart did not change her mood slightly because of the change in the weather.

In other words, her mood at this time fell to the bottom again.

Not long ago, her beloved son Borodor Doyat finally survived the chronic illness and finally lost his breath little by little in her arms.

It is self-evident what a heavy blow this incident was to her.In fact, Mrs. Doart doesn't even know how she got through the initial period of her son's death.

During that time, I just felt that every minute and every second of the day was very difficult. Everything in the past was constantly being pulled out of my memory, and every detail was repeatedly remembered by myself, and then I frantically questioned why I didn’t do more. good.

If, she was more careful before giving birth, if she was more careful when she was pregnant, if...

Assumptions will become more and more because the more I think about it, I always feel that I have countless opportunities to save, but I can't grasp it well, and then I feel more and more sad from it.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Doart almost shed tears again, but the maid who suddenly ran in the next second interrupted her thinking at this time, "Ma'am!"

The maid in maid outfit followed behind the housekeeper, lowering her head a little cautiously, not daring to speak immediately.The person who spoke was the housekeeper in charge of the affairs of the female relatives in the inner courtyard. She was a woman in her 40s, wearing a pair of crystal-polished glasses, and her hair was neatly coiled up.

She was supposed to be a serious and unsmiling lady, but now she showed an attitude that didn't match her temperament, and ran to Mrs. Doyat anxiously and with excessive emotion, "Master, you're back!"

"...?!"

The neatly folded handkerchief that was pinched in the hand before, fell to the ground without making a sound when Mrs. Doart let go of it in a daze.

"What did you say?"

Regarding this, Mrs. Doart didn't feel it at all. She didn't know what kind of expression she had on her face now, but she just stepped forward anxiously, grabbed the housekeeper's hands, and asked uncertainly: "You What did you say? Is what you said true? Borodor—”

Some time ago, she had heard what her brother Rosemir, who was the bishop of the church, said. He said that Borodor's soul fire had been rekindled.

Soul fire means a person's life. When a person is still alive, in the family ancestors, the soul fire enshrined since birth will burn normally until the person represented by the soul fire dies , will go out.

At that time, Borodor passed away suddenly at night without any warning. He was even talking to the servants around him one second, and after closing his eyes the next second, he stopped breathing.

Even if a priest is found, it will be too late to try to make some exchanges from the Gods of the West Mansion.

Just after investigating, he got feedback: his soul has already been imprinted by the Lord of the West Mansion, and it is impossible to bring it back.

This is already a disguised thought. Mrs. Doyat cried and passed out several times that day, and she was as sad as a walking dead for the next few days, until Borodor was buried, but she reluctantly accepted this fact.

It's just that I still feel sad every time I think about it.

The matter would have passed like this, but not long ago she got the vague news about Soul Fire, and there was no follow-up after that.

That feeling is like when you are in despair, you suddenly leave hope for you, but there is no result afterwards. This hope is tormenting your heart that has already surrendered to despair in another way.

At this time, Mrs. Doyat's mind was a little confused. She wanted to go out directly in panic, but she didn't dare to face it. "Is it really the young master? Is it Borodor?"

"Yes, ma'am."

At this time, the housekeeper had recovered her usual calm and rationality. She calmly sorted out the expressions on her face before, and the sentences she had originally organized became logical and rigorous. "The appearance is exactly the same, and he even has the clothes he was wearing at the time. Only one thing, ma'am, he said he didn't remember anything?"

When she heard the housekeeper's affirmative answer, Mrs. Doart couldn't help but walked out quickly.

The two walked forward quickly while adjusting their walking posture. Mrs. Doart listened to every word that the housekeeper said behind her.

"Don't remember?" Hearing this, Mrs. Doart, who was walking briskly, stopped. She looked at the housekeeper next to her inexplicably, not understanding what this sentence meant.

The housekeeper was not in a hurry to speak, but just made a guiding movement, so that Mrs. Doyat, who was looking along, saw the tall and straight boy standing in the courtyard at this time.

He was wearing clothes made of ordinary cloth, and his golden hair was already soft and dazzling in this weather.

Hearing the sound of someone approaching, he turned his head with a little anger on his face, and met Mrs. Doart's gaze.

"He said that he woke up from the grave and didn't remember anything at that time. He only found the name written on the tombstone."

"..."

Mrs. Doart, who was standing frozen in place, didn't know if she had listened to the housekeeper's words. She just stood there and didn't move, and she didn't know when the hands that were holding the skirt slowly loosened. .

From a distance, the young man in the courtyard seemed to be sizing up the lady brought by the housekeeper who went back and forth. His eyes were calm and polite. He didn't show much doubt or eagerness.

He just looked over—it wasn't the way he looked at an acquaintance.

There was silence for a while, and then the boy over there opened his mouth first and said, "It's the first time we meet, hello...???"

Mrs. Doyat's seemingly calm and calm face collapsed at this moment, and she almost ran towards the boy in front of her again holding the corner of her skirt, and then hugged him suddenly.

The body trembled slightly due to the emotional fluctuations, and Mrs. Doyat couldn't control her emotions, sobbing and crying, "My Borodor..."

"..."

The boy in his arms didn't speak, and Mrs. Doart felt him slowly hug her back, and she cried more and more fiercely.

But she didn't notice at all, at the moment when she hugged the young man, the other party's resistance and stiffness, and she never saw the calm look in the young man's eyes, almost as if he was treating an object.

"Sorry, I'm back—Mother."

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