[Future] The sword is not old

130

The old general thought of Andorika.

That radiant woman said the same thing willfully every time.

"If you live, there will always be good things."

"Look, didn't you meet me?"

Ugh……

Lost, really lost.

If Andorika was still alive, she would probably be very happy to see this child.

"Erwin..."

The old man put his hand down and touched the top of the boy's head.

"Thank you."

His hand slid down slowly and landed on the crook of the boy's neck.

"But... sorry."

131

In the past few decades, the general has lived in a muddle.The family's cronies were replaced and emptied, and they all became the eyeliner of the central government and various forces.The St. Gerry family is gone, an absurd empty shell.

They are waiting for a moment.

The moment when the lions let down their vigilance in the slack, they can rush forward.

Now, it's time for this ridiculous surname, together with these wolf-minded people, to perish vigorously in the universe.

"Take care, Alwyn."

The general accepted silently from the bottom of his heart.

"my child."

132

Erwin was hit to the heart with a single blow and lost consciousness.

I managed to get up from the ground, and was so frightened that I quickly lay down.

The general spotted me with sharp eyes and picked me up.

"You came with me too?"

He seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to have seen through my identity long ago.

"fair enough."

He carried the boy into the rescue cabin, and after the cabin broke away, he would head for a safe planet.Before the main force of the Federation Legion arrived, it had disappeared without a trace.

Wright and I were placed next to the boy on the left and right.

"Take care of him, and he will be handed over to you."

The old man locked his eyes on the tyrannical insects and beasts outside.

"It's time for the stupid power holders of the Federation to wake up."

133

Wright immediately stopped the general.

"Please take me with you."

The general smiled mockingly.

"This time, are you going to stop me again? Wright."

Wright was silent for a while.

"This is my mission, General."

134

As a sword, it will stand by your side and protect you forever.

135

"Hahahahahaha..."

The general wiped away the moisture from his eyes, reached out and pressed the start button of the rescue capsule.

"No need, Wright."

"Even now, I still hate you."

"Do you know how painful Andorika's dying expression is? She wanted to take me away, she obviously wanted to take me away..."

The general hunched over, the more he loathed and the more sober he became.

It wasn't the sword that killed Andorika.

but himself.

136

The old man turned around resolutely and left the command room.

The airtight window of the rescue cabin descends slowly, like the curtain of the end.Wright was silent, I thought he was hit.

"Don't take the general's words too seriously, he's just angry with himself..."

Wright said nothing.

He looked back at me as if saying goodbye, and on the eve of closing the sealed window, he jumped up.

"Even though the general no longer needs me, he is still my only holder."

"I am his sword."

"If you want to be buried, you must be buried together."

137

The words to live are too noble and beautiful, but also difficult and heavy.

When that good wish turns into a shackle of words and attaches to the person who wants to die, it becomes a life-threatening talisman.

Endlessly, destroying the will of the living.

"I've been thinking about it for many years, but I still can't understand humans."

"But I choose—"

"Respect the general's decision."

This is no longer a program, nor is it Madam's residual consciousness.

It is the will of Wright, the spirit of the sword.

138

I kind of envy Wright.

If the prototype of the weapon spirit is not damaged, its life can be long enough to be indestructible.

Too long time wears down their will, long enough to forget the past and self, and a large number of weapon spirits dissipate.

Among us who are active in the inner layers of the world, only a few of us can step onto the stage of history and leave our names behind.

Sometimes I envy humans too.

Their lives are too short, like gorgeous fireworks.

Born with vigor and dissipated with vigor and vigor, writing stories that are full of songs and tears.

"Hey!"

I pulled my face down and spit.

"You have no hands or feet, and you can only jump for a while, what can you do?"

Taking advantage of the moment the cabin door was sealed, I got out through the gap of the sealed window.

Luckily I'm slender and slender, otherwise I would really be caught in two.

"3000 years, I've lived long enough."

"Just accompany you on this wave."

139

The rescue capsule broke away from the main ship and was thrown into outer space.

Alwin has a strong ability to survive and should be able to take care of himself.

I'm more worried about Wright than him.

This stubborn Tsundere Sword, I don't think he should die here.