The story of justice as a Tucao servant

59. The Story of Time Belonging to the Red Hero

"Snapped--!"

The ruthless hammer of judgment fell with a crisp sound.

"Now I declare—the brave man, Fei Aiwei Andinis, was found—guilty!"

This is the temporarily established Averodes Court.

Political leaders from all over the world, spectators, and victims gathered here.

This is the red-haired boy, the seventh trial he has experienced.

I don't want to run away anymore.

The overflowing chest is——

Unstoppable anger.

The crowd in the court began to make noise and shout.As if this can prove their sense of existence.

"Hang the devil!"

"Give me back my child!"

"Sure enough, you were also responsible for those animal hordes back then, right?"

This is the common people, this is the people.

You can forget the favor in an instant, and you can remember the hatred in your life.

Those who want to protect with this eternity, human beings.

(my, justice....)

The young man raised his head, his red pupils bursting out with brilliant flames flashed with dazzling brilliance, no one dared to look at him.

"I only know that whether it is good or evil, I have never regretted what I have done!"

"I'm a devil, but I'm also a brave man. I don't ask for forgiveness, and I don't want your cheap sympathy!"

"I, Fevi Andiniz, declare myself—not guilty!"

The whole courtroom was in chaos.

"Imprison! Imprison! Imprison! Take me down quickly!" Not daring to make any real judgment, the presiding judge shouted to maintain his last bit of pitiful dignity.

Because everyone present knew well that the seventh trial, which was finally successful, was nothing more than a charity given by the brave.

(I'm just a poor wretch who is willing to kill for this eternity and to live.)

Looking back at the statue of Justia, which symbolizes justice and selflessness, the red-haired boy thought to himself.

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The figure of the red-haired boy is gradually fading.

This is an undeniable fact that the two masters and apprentices knew well, but kept silent.

(Is it the repulsive force of time and space...? Then, it's time to part soon, right?)

Looking at his already translucent hand, the boy thought so.

"Hey-ha!"

The white-haired boy who was about to grow into a teenager was waving a wooden sword and practicing diligently.

Before I knew it, I had been at this time for nearly seven or eight years.The time of a teenager has always stayed at the age of 15.

"Crack."

A dark flame attached to the seemingly fragile wooden sword, and with the boy's swinging arm, it cut the wooden stake in half so easily.

"Master! Master! I succeeded!" The white-haired boy threw himself into the boy's arms excitedly, and mischievously wiped all the sweat from his body onto the boy's clothes.

Gently stroking the boy's white hair, just like the old man used to caress himself, and did not dislike the boy's sweat, the red-haired boy just hugged him in his arms.

Although the boy, as the child of the blood moon, possessed the attribute of dark flame, but because he was not just born, he did not reach the level of being berserk under the blood moon.

As for himself, the young man thought about it for a long time, and felt that it should be because he swallowed the dragon core, which made him resistant to things of the same law.

All the boy can do now is to use every moment in this world to pour out what he can teach the boy.

Just like that kind old man did to himself.

"The selection of the brave will be coming soon, isn't it? Is Hopnis ready?" Kissing the boy's forehead, the boy asked.

"Get ready! The brave man will be mine!" the white-haired boy said excitedly, and buried his head in the boy's chest.

"Master... is he leaving?" asked cautiously, with worry and uneasiness.

"...Ah, where is it, I have to go. You have to take good care of yourself by yourself."

"Well! I will be a master!"

"Then get rid of the habit of crying your nose now, you're ashamed." Pulling the clothes on his chest that were wet with the boy's tears, the boy smiled and gently scratched the boy's nose.

"We will definitely meet again!"

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It does not matter whether the world is prosperous or broken, whether it is the past, present or future.

Hero's wisteria climbed up the ancient high corridor, and the ringing of the bell echoed in the high hall where the doves flew together.

The red-haired boy looked at the vast blue sky and lamented this invincible fairy tale.

This is the beginning of friendship. Similarly, the white-haired boy will also find his own partner here, who can open his back with confidence.

"It's too slow! Hopnis!" The pink-haired elf girl shouted at the church door regardless of her image. If it wasn't for the blond boy next to her, she might have rushed over.

"Sorry, I'm late, thank you for waiting for me! Here, Bart Flay, here are my homemade Skittles!" The white-haired boy smiled shyly, and put a few colorful candies Handed it to the girl, then turned to the boy.

"Leonte is also involved~"

"Chuangshi God won't like candy! You have to go in quickly. Standing outside the church like this is disrespectful to the gods!" The boy with a serious face and the smell of a magic stick began to talk Keep preaching.

"Ahhh! Shut up!"

In this way, under the push of the girl, several people stepped into the sacred place of oath.

Yu, who watched this scene from the sidelines, sighed, staring at the sky in a daze as if recalling something.

(Alan....Lance.....)

The body has faded to the point where ordinary people can only see a circle of golden-blue light even if they observe carefully.

Time and space are repelling the boy.

If it wasn't for the young man's desperate efforts to suppress it, he might have been bounced back by now, right?

(It's just that I have to see the master again!)

With such determination, the young man walked into the door of the church with difficulty.

!!!

"Bermanit..." blurted out.

The golden blue giant sword was lying quietly in front of the goddess of justice, Justia, waiting for the real brave to pull it up.

(No, that's not Bermanit!)

——It should be said that it is not Bermanit yet.

The white-haired boy who was waiting in line suddenly saw the golden-blue transparent figure, and just wanted to call out:

"division......."

"Shh." The red-haired boy made a silent gesture, blinked cutely, and showed a healthy and sunny smile.

(I will find a master again in the future, and I will easily break this ring along time! So, please accompany the master and me in the future!)

While enduring the heart-piercing pain, he forced himself to smile so that the white-haired boy could not notice. The red-haired brave man knelt beside the giant sword and sang a lullaby.

"Lu la la, la la la la..."

In the eyes of others, they can only see a burst of golden blue light from the sword of the brave.

The boy split his soul into two halves, and put half of it into the golden blue giant sword.

"From now on, you will be Bermanit!" the boy said to himself and to the newly born half body.

The world's repulsion reached its highest level, and the boy couldn't even finish his last words.

"I'm also waiting for you in the future..."

"Strange, I really want to hear someone talking." The pink-haired girl asked her companion.

"It's an auditory hallucination, wait a minute, Hopnis, why are you crying?" Leonte looked at the tearful white-haired boy strangely, knelt down and wiped his tears.

"No...it's okay, I'm just too excited! I will definitely become a hero!" The white-haired boy hurriedly used lame excuses to cover up.

(Master! As a righteous hero, I will destroy all the evils in this world! Demon kings, villains and so on!)

The goddess of justice, witnessing the oath under the radiance.

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This is Ross Reese.

Where it all begins, is where it all ends.

The bright and clear moon hangs in the night sky, and the red-haired boy is alone, holding something and crying.

Back again, this world without partners, justice, and mentors.

What is about to be faced is the anger of the people and endless pursuit.

"Mother is in Hero, she will be fine..."

(Should I, where should I go? Where else can I be accommodated, who is an enemy of the world?)

"I think, to live, to find the master, to find Alan and Lance. From generation to generation, this must live!"

"I want, as a brave man, to help everyone!"

"Please, forgive me! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

In the silent forest, only wild beasts listened to the boy's desperate prayer.

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{We met again, should I say, haven’t seen each other in 80 years? }

A boy's lively voice came from his mind.

(Stop teasing me....sorry, Bermanit.)

{Well, I don't blame you, after all, I can understand.You are me and I am you.So - please let me help you bear it!Bear the guilt, bear it all! }

{Fei Aiwei, I like it the most.You still have me!You still have this—the sword named Bermanit, the sword that will never abandon you! }

The boy with red-gold pupils was exactly the same as the boy, like twins, stretched out his hand to the red-haired brave man.

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Once in the cartoon,

A righteous hero saves the world.

In the words of my master when I was young,

The righteous brave defeated the devil.

The me now—what is it!

It's all a lie, right?

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"You devil! We finally caught you! Wake up!"

"...What a poor line... Nothing new at all..." The boy's neck was framed by a sharp sword, but he still complained with a dark face.

"Then, when your evil lives are coming to an end, let me reiterate to you again with great mercy, I, Fei Aiwei Andiniz, am the messenger of justice!"

.......

(Fake, fake, fake! I am a devil at all! For my own selfish desires, devil!)

Looking at the hunting team spontaneously formed by mercenaries, the tragic scene of the wilderness with violent corpses - that is the masterpiece of a young man!

(Bermanit.....I.....)

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"Hoo-hoo..." The boy gasped heavily, waking up from his nightmare.

Just by looking up, you can see the surrounding sky full of stars, and the gentle breeze blows over your cheeks, sprinkling the starlight on your face.

The boy was lying alone in the empty temple, which was the boy's last resting place.

The companion I wanted to protect is gone.

The guarded people are hating the brave now, right?

The person I like, betrayed.

(The shore of the lake, without even thinking about it, is sure to be surrounded by crusaders, right? Sorry, there is such a vile brave man.) The boy laughed at himself like this.

(My justice.)

The salty, unknown water fell on the lips, stimulating the dry taste buds.

"Since you don't need me anymore," the boy said to himself:

"Then... I..."

Can I kill you guys?

after all--

I don't want to die either!

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"It's... there is no way out."

Gasping for breath, he murmured like a wind whisper.

The red-haired boy was leaning against the end of the courtyard, looking at the slowly approaching crowd with his blood-colored pupils.

People who were clearly terrified to the extreme, still moved their steps as if they couldn't control it.

"Evil, devil! Hurry up and catch it! There are so many of us......"

Holding the giant sword that was still bleeding, behind the young man was the sacred wall that was once blessed by the Creator God.

Of course, it has now become a charred fragment.

"Ah, hehehehe—the common people...the people I once wanted to protect..."

As if he didn't hear it, the boy just talked to himself there.

"Even love is a false gift... not to mention my justice..."

Finally, a man who could no longer bear the invisible pressure raised his knife and rushed to where the boy was.

"Ah, go to hell! Devil!"

"Kill him! Let's go together!"

As if they were calling for orders, people held weapons and rushed towards the young man like a demon.

"I want to avenge my son!"

"Devil! Die!"

In the crimson pupils, what was reflected was the man's distorted face and the attacking blade.

"......boring......"

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The boy's originally vibrant pupils were as silent as stagnant water, losing the last bit of luster.

There is no magic, not even skill.

Let the knives and those sharp weapons slash on your body.

Anyway—it will heal itself in a while, right?

He just swung the huge sword and slashed aimlessly.

But even so, there are several lives lost wherever they pass.

"Please, don't kill me! Please!"

"Snapped--"

......

Now it seems that there is no living person here except the boy.

(Of course, I'm not human anymore.)

The boy laughed at himself.

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"Devil, do you have anything to argue about!"

The ignorant people who only know blind obedience are simply encouraged by those who want to use them.

"Kill this devil!"

"There's no need to let the devil debate!"

"Demon! Demon!"

A voice that doesn't belong to the group is mixed in, which is very obvious.

"It's him! It's him! He must have killed my husband at that time! Lord Arkasas must have been killed by him! It must be! It must be to avoid being robbed of credit! Yes! That's it!" The crowd In the middle, an abrupt woman roared and cried with grief and indignation.

"...I'm sorry. I'm sorry about that incident." The boy lowered his head and said.

"But I don't regret it... If you want to see my confession or be judged, then you are doomed to be disappointed." Looking up, the boy said with a smile.

The roof was lifted, and a huge black shadow enveloped the entire court.The boy easily broke free from the meaningless bondage, and jumped onto the black shadow.

"Run away! That's it, the dragon! Ahhh!"

To be precise, it was a bone dragon.

Made from the bones of the Dragon God, Bone Dragon.

This is the boy, revenge on the dragon.

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The skinny old man and the mother in ragged clothes unknowingly surrounded the red-haired boy.

"Save me!"

"It's all about you! It's all about you that caused us to be like this!"

But the numb and greedy eyes have betrayed them.

"It's really thanks to those disgusting people who figured it out, relying on this kind of low-level emotional offensive."

(What should I do?) The boy closed his eyes and thought silently.

{Since Fei Aiwei is uncomfortable, let me deal with these scum! }

(....Thanks for the trouble.)

Opening his eyes again, the boy's originally blood-colored pupils turned into red gold.

"I don't have the same sympathy for you as Ivy, so-please die!"

The golden blue giant sword fell down indiscriminately.

"Bam—!"

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Endless pursuit, endless.

Looking at the mercenaries in front of him who didn't even have the courage to approach, the boy got tired of it.

This is already the seventh time.

"Hey, those over there, take me away."

It should be fun to make a few cowards into heroes now and then, right?

Next, are you going to judge yourself as a brave man?

The teenager thought a little bored.

He's already, broken.

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In the dark cell, the young man huddled into a ball alone, not knowing what he was thinking.

The sound of the midnight bell signaled the arrival of a new day.

"Crack, click." The locked door was opened.A sudden ray of light made the young man who was familiar with the darkness a little bit dizzy.

"Ah, it's four acquaintances. I have nothing to entertain, I'm really sorry." The boy said mockingly.

The headmaster of Herro, the respected pope, the new colonel of Visto, and the president of the Council of the Gilman Federation.

Bart Flay, Leonte, Behemo and Volter.

"Tch, that guy's ineffective disciple, has he degenerated like this?" The pink-haired girl sneered while chewing Skittles, making a "crack, crunch" sound.

"...No matter what, you will always be Gilman's guest, and we at Gilman will always welcome you." The speaker with the silver egg roll head bent down and said with a smile.

"You can come again! Change your vest and come to Vesto! Uncle, don't rob people with us!" The blond Naga boy stuck to the red-haired boy, but was thrown to the ground by an over-the-shoulder throw .

The boy with red-gold pupils is like a child whose toy has been robbed, warning: "Feiwei is mine!"

"Hahaha, you're the one who came out of Colin's war, right? Nice to meet you, my name is Bessemo! What's your name?" Even so, the blond boy hugged the red-haired boy again without being annoyed.

"Che, Bermanit."

"Ahem." The old pope coughed a few times in embarrassment, interrupting this increasingly off topic.

"As the spokesperson of Creation God, I once again declare—Faiwei Andinis, innocent! I hope you can help this world as a brave man."

(This is also Hopnis' wish, right?) The old man felt grateful.

The boy with crimson pupils turned back, showing two cute canine teeth, and made a big grimace.

"Thank you, I will work hard, thank you everyone!"

"Execute the distorted justice!"

"Use that eternity to wait!"

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Early in the morning, the jailer, who came to inspect this particular prison as usual, screamed:

"It's gone! Why is it gone!"

The open cell door, the empty room, and the dropped lock.

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Even if I will no longer be me.

I will fulfill that step by step—even if it is distorted justice!

Because I firmly believe in it!

Someone must stop it, that crazy me!

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In this way, the brave man whose name was hidden began a new story, the story of time!

The author has something to say:

It's half done here!Of course it's not over yet!