before he was crowned king

The door opened and closed silently, Sean opened his eyes, he turned his head to one side, the floor was neatly covered, without leaving too many traces, as if Alex had never been here last night.

The person under the bed hadn't slept all night, only a little light came out of the window, and there was a slight rustling sound in his ears. After the black-haired young man made the bed he had slept in, he tiptoed away.

Sean straightened up, maybe because he didn't want to face last night's gaffe, or maybe because he didn't want to cause trouble for others, after the young man arrived without warning, he chose to leave without saying a word, except for the two people who were missing in the corner. A wet suit, everything is hurried like a dream.

He rummaged through the short|gun that had been thrown into the pile of clothes, restored the room in an orderly manner, and finally soaked all the clothes that needed to be washed in the water.

"Good day." Sean looked at the figure suddenly reflected in the glasses, and greeted softly, "I haven't thanked you for the past, Herrell. What do you want to eat? Can the new desserts in the cafeteria be okay?"

"No, I've quit dessert." The man in the black robe crossed his arms and leaned lazily against the wall as if he had just woken up, refusing cleanly, "Your trick is useless to me. "

"Quit it?" Sean was a little surprised.

"Ah, if you eat too much, you will get bored. This is a very normal thing, even if it is something you liked so much before, there will be a day when you will get bored." Herrell squinted at the back by the pool, "More Not to mention a momentary interest."

"Are you implying that I belong to the category you're interested in?" Sean pondered the meaning of the words.

"Hmph, what I'm saying is that you will be bored by me after all." Herrell raised his chin slightly, "Don't presumptuously emphasize the importance of yourself, maybe you have more attention from me than other human beings, but your status Not far from dessert."

"Well, I see." Sean nodded, "Have you been thinking about this question recently?"

"Of course... no." Herrell almost told the truth with a firm tone, "There is no need to think about it, the answer to the question is obvious."

"So, your answer is that you are not bored with me now, but interested in me?" Sean hung the clothes to dry on the clothes rail on the balcony.

"Human! What nonsense are you talking about?!" Herrell's expression cracked instantly.

"I just repeated what you just said." Sean said lightly.

"You are misinterpreting my meaning! Put away your tricks! I will not be easily confused by you!" Herrell immediately raised her voice a lot.

"Really? I'm sorry, I misunderstood." Sean subdued quickly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised in a place where Helear could not see. He admitted that he was a little bored, and since he discovered the innocent side of the devil, he would deliberately Say something that doesn't mean anything and make the other person explode.

He didn't know what he was doing, maybe he was really bored, and sometimes he wanted to be surrounded by some noisy voices to prevent him from thinking aimlessly about things that hadn't happened yet.

"Helaire." Sean interrupted the voice behind him angrily.

"What are you doing!" Herrell asked angrily.

"Why do you think we met?" Sean turned around, looked into bloody eyes, and asked casually.

"You ask me? Didn't you summon me with the magic circle?" Herrera frowned, "What do you want to say?"

"It's nothing, I just find it amazing. There are so many people in this world, but only I know you exist." Sean said softly,

"Humans, are you mocking my small number of believers?" Herrell couldn't help but gritted his teeth, "Why isn't that old fellow the God of Light known to everyone?!"

"That's not what I meant." Sean froze for a moment and sighed, "Helaire, you misunderstood."

He just suddenly felt that the fact that he summoned Helaier was full of coincidences.

The cowhide book that just happened to record the magic circle, the elf wife who just happened to provide the materials, just happened to be a useless waste physique, and there was an invisible hand that prompted him to make a contract with Helear.

It's as if his encounter with the demon was the result of a deliberate arrangement.

"Then what do you want to say? I hope you can explain it clearly." If it is said that the God of Light is Herrell's sensitive nerve, then saying good things about the God of Light is equivalent to poking his spine with the tip of a needle, "Otherwise—— "

"Helaire, believe me, you will return to the altar you used to be, and be followed by countless people." Sean passed by and left the dormitory, "In return for saving my life, I will help you achieve all of this."

As if he didn't expect to hear such an arrogant assurance, his rose-colored eyes narrowed, and he was stunned.

"It's really——, he also said to help me realize some wish, did he figure out who was the former god!" Herrell curled his lips and muttered in his heart.

One week later, in the afternoon, the Falcon will be temporarily exhibited.

The museum that was burnt down before is still under maintenance and construction. Now, His Royal Highness Mars rented this spiers-like gray-walled building from the college at the price of one thousand gold coins. Although the furnishings are not as luxurious as before, they are still It is worthy of Falcon Club's superior image in the eyes of teachers and students.

The members of the Falcon Club sat around the round table to celebrate. There was no noble prince, no stern-faced vice president, and the seniors took out the good wine they kept in the dormitory to pull the juniors They talked about the bright future, and several girls volunteered to help in the kitchen, bringing the food prepared in advance to the table.The atmosphere in the room was relaxed and cheerful, and the bright noon sun shone on their faces, which were chatting and laughing.

"Senior Irene." Sean pushed open the kitchen door, and the hot air gushed out wrapped in the smell of barbecue.

"Xion, why are you here, don't you drink with those bastards?" Irene lowered her head and carefully placed the blueberry slices on the round pie.

"Senior sister, I actually don't like drinking very much." Sean said.

"Don't like to drink? Damn it, wouldn't it be those guys who squeezed you out because of your status?" Irene raised her head abruptly, "Wait, senior sister will help you teach them a lesson."

"No. It's just that I want to come over and see if there is anything I can do to help." Sean immediately explained.

"Really?" Irene was a little disbelieving.

"No." Shane was a little helpless.

"That's right, now that you are protected by His Royal Highness, they don't dare to despise you because of your birth." Irene frowned a little, "Just to help—we are making desserts after dinner, can you make desserts?"

"I can do some physical work, or help on the side." Sean said gently.

"Then trouble you to help Fiona make bread, by the way, remember to use this to make it look better." Irene took out a long and thin wooden stick from nowhere and handed it to Sean. "Here, go, she's over there alone."

Sean looked at the position pointed by Senior Irene. A girl with a high ponytail was standing in front of the table, hammering the soft white dough, making a bang bang bang bang sound. The little girl's elegant and delicate way of making desserts seems to be venting her depression and dissatisfaction towards the dough.

"Senior Irene, let me help you." Sean walked to Fiona's side.

"Well, thank you, but it's okay, I can handle it by myself." Fiona held the wooden stick and flattened the dough on the table.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Sean observed Fiona's movements, and then learned how to make dough pancakes.

Fiona pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.

"Did something happen? If you don't mind, you can tell me. After all, we are in the same grade."

"Aryx...he's quitting the Falcons..." Fiona whispered.

"Did he tell you?" Sean froze.

"I saw this letter on the president's desk this morning..." Fianna took out a folded paper from her arms and handed it to Sean. "He wants to apply for withdrawal from the Falcon Club."

Sean frowned and scanned the contents of the letter quickly.

"I don't want him to quit, but I don't know what to do." Fiona sniffled, "I heard from my sister that Mrs. Mary committed suicide. He must be very sad now. Although I am also happy for His Royal Highness Mars' victory , but I can't be happier just thinking about what Alex has been through. We're all here celebrating, he's the only one grieving...I really want to help him."

"Since you're so worried about him, why don't you go to him?" Sean asked softly.

"I wonder where he is?"

"The letter said that he was busy with Mrs. Mary's affairs." Sean returned the letter to Fiona, "It should be in the Mudsen Church, where the funerals of the Cabed family are held."

"Really." Fiona was stunned. She was so confused at the time that she didn't even read the letter. She lowered her head and looked hesitant, "But, I don't know what I can do when I go. I'm afraid I'm too stupid to even say words of comfort."

"He's probably feeling lonely right now. Just be there for him," Sean whispered. "Let him know he's not alone."

"Well, I see." Fiona nodded vigorously and clenched her fists. "As friends, we should be each other's strong backing at times like this. Sean, let's find Erics together!"

"I won't go." Sean froze for a moment, shaking his head.

"Why? Aren't you Alex's best friend?" Someone looked over, and Fiona coughed lightly, and whispered, "He said it himself, not me making it up, and he said it more than once. Once, I was a little jealous when I heard it."

"Xion, I know, you must be as worried about Erics as I am, otherwise you wouldn't persuade me." The girl suddenly became motivated, untied the apron on her body, grabbed Xien's arm and walked out the door. Go, "So let's go, let's go together."

Sean stood under the oak tree and waited.

Huge clouds in the sky obscured the brilliance of the sun, and the cemetery was gloomy.

As stated in the letter, he and Fiona did find Erics in the Mudlin Church, but unexpectedly they happened to catch up with Mary Victoria's burial.It was an extremely deserted funeral. Apart from the family members and the priest, the only person standing below was Fiona. Unfortunately, she was wearing a white silk dress today. In order to show respect for the deceased, Sean put his black The school uniform jacket was lent to her to wear on her body.

The priest was praying. The black-haired young man stood under the coffin with his head bowed. No one could see his expression at the moment. Butler Thomas stood solemnly behind the young man and accompanied him until the funeral was over.

The stone tombstone bears the woman's full name, and whether she likes it or not, she is buried next to "Sean Cabed", separated from her favorite "Norman Cabed" a location.

The autumn wind blew the leaves of the oak trees and trembled, and the petals of the white roses drifted past and fell into the mud.

It's like the final death that the soul confides before it disappears.

Sean didn't hate Mary Victoria, she was pathetic and crazy to him, and at one point, he tried to see her as a real mother.

It's a pity that everything has a price. When you can't afford your own sins, you can only pay with your life.

[How much material is put into the crucible determines how much product will be recombined in the end. 】

No one can escape the omnipotent "principle of alchemy", noble as Her Royal Highness Fern, rich as Grand Duke Henry, and powerful as Lady Mary... None of them escaped the engulfment, greedily wanting more and more products, In the end, he became the material in the crucible.

The failures of these predecessors are enough to serve as a reference, maybe it is good to maintain the status quo and honestly hang out with His Highness the Prince.

But Sean knew he wouldn't be content with the status quo.

The orange-red twilight shrouded the statue of the God of Light wearing a crown in the cemetery, and the hoarse wailing of crows sounded on the oak tree that symbolized reincarnation. Sean glanced at his pocket watch and continued to wait.

"Sean, you're here? Fiona said you were outside the church. I still don't believe it." The black-haired young man quietly appeared from behind the oak tree. His voice was low, revealing exhaustion that could not be concealed.

Sean froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect that Erics would come out to find him.

"I'll come out for a while." Erics seemed to see his doubts, and replied, "Although not many people come, I'm still worried about making mistakes."

"Sorry, we came here abruptly," Sheen said, "we didn't go in because we didn't dress properly."

"I know, you lent Fiona the school uniform." Alex tried to relax his tone, not wanting to make the conversation between the two too heavy, "It's too big for her."

"Fiona, she came in a hurry, she was worried about you."

"Well, I am very grateful to her." Alex nodded, "She is a kind girl. If she is willing to visit me at this time, she is probably a true friend." He squeezed out a little smile, "That's great." , someone still cares about me."

"Don't force yourself if you don't want to laugh." Sean withdrew his gaze and looked at the scattered tombstones in the distance.

Alex shook his head: "I should also learn to be more mature, and I can't always be like a child. I used to have family members to rely on, but now they are not by my side. If I don't grow up...they will definitely worry about me. "

Sean's eyes drooped slightly: "Why did you quit the Falcon Club?"

"You know?" Alex scratched his head. "Actually, it's nothing. I just feel that it's not appropriate for me to stay there in my current status. Instead of waiting for His Royal Highness Mars to speak, I might as well bring it up myself."

"Are you afraid? Afraid that the people who greeted you with smiles will be disappointed, and worried that they value your family, not you."

"Yes..." Erics admitted weakly, "You know, dealing with these people is very tiring, deliberately asking what happened to you, saying something sympathetic and sad, but re-evaluating your value with your eyes."

"However, I'm not afraid, Sean. I've made up my mind that I will inherit the title, and then, as my mother wishes, I will honor the surname Cabed again."

"Have you decided yet?"

"Well." Alex said softly, "Before I didn't want to inherit the title because I felt sorry for my brother who died. Now it's my mother's last wish. I should also take on this title. In fact, I have also been I wonder if the outcome would have changed if I had inherited the title earlier."

"It won't change. Even if you inherited the title at that time, you couldn't compete with the first heir of the empire." Sean said lightly, "Mrs. Mary will still choose to protect you, conceal everything, and compromise with Her Highness Fern."

"You're right." Alex clenched his hands tightly, "After all, I'm too weak."

Sean can clearly feel the change of Alex's mentality, longing for power, longing for strength, all of which come from the death of Mrs. Mary touched the powerlessness deep in the young man's heart.

He has also experienced such a psychological process.

Hopeless struggle.

At this time, as long as you point out a way, whether it leads to heaven or hell, people who are in despair will often choose to put all their eggs in one basket.

"I can help you, if you want to seek refuge with His Royal Highness Mars—" Sean said slowly, he had already considered everything, as long as he pulled Erics into the same camp, then he would have the confidence to change Harley What I call fate.

"Thank you, Sean, but I don't need it." But Alex refused.

"Why?" Sean kept his voice as calm as possible.

"I don't want to join any camp. They all say my mother committed suicide, but I know that she was forced to die."

Sean's throat rolled.

"She is a victim in the power struggle. Even if I know that this matter has nothing to do with His Royal Highness Mars, I don't want to get involved in it anymore." Eric said after a pause, "I want to change the world by my own power , to make it more beautiful, I don't want to see a perfect family broken up, and I don't want other people to experience such a tragic thing. Sean, do you think I'm a little overwhelmed?"

"Indeed." Shane sighed.

"Even if it's... a little more tactful." Erics touched his nose with his fingers.

"However, many great legendary deeds in history started with some ridiculous ideas." Sean said lightly, "Although the chances are slim."

"Well, I know." Alex's brows relaxed, and a little smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Xion, I have something I want to ask you for help."

"what?"

"I want you to... guide me in my studies."

"Your grades don't seem to be bad." Sheen said, "If you just get credits, it's more than enough."

"I want to skip grades." Alex said, "Like you, I want to finish my studies as soon as possible."

"You know I'm going to skip a grade?" Sean asked squinting.

"I didn't inquire on purpose. I went to the office once to hear Professor Nick showing off to Professor Udyr." Alex waved his hand and explained, "Then I learned that the top five students in the grade can apply for cross-grade study."

"I see."

Erics turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Is this... the meaning of agreeing to help?"

"Every Thursday afternoon, the Falcon will be in the pavilion, and I will guide you."

Erics was silent for a while, and murmured: "Then I can't quit the Falcon Club?"

"It's up to you to choose," Sheehan said. "Just being in a fraternity during academy, you don't have to choose a side."

"Do you want me to stay in the Falcon Club?" Alex rubbed his nose vigorously.

"Yes."

Erics was stunned, he didn't expect to get such a firm answer, and he couldn't react for a while.

"That's it, listen to you, don't quit." Alex pursed his lips and said in a low voice, Yu Hui blushed according to his side face, "Xion, thank you for willing to talk to me, I At first I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore, and you didn't want to be my friend anymore."

"So, ran away that morning?"

"..." Alex felt himself being stabbed by the sharp sword of words.

"Your clothes are still in my room."

"Can you stop talking about this?" Erics raised his hand to cover his face in embarrassment, "Sean."

Sean stared at the black-haired youth.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Erics begged for mercy in a low voice, "I didn't mean to disturb you that night, actually I don't know why I went to find you, but... suddenly I really want to see you."

"I know what I'm going to say next will be a little strange, maybe a little ambiguous. But..." Alex let out a breath and said seriously, "Xion, you are the most important person to me now, this time I will definitely protect you."