[Exorcism Doujin] Magic

"Scholar can't have gratitude... Have you forgotten, boy." The bookman raised his eyes to the boy he brought up with his own hands.

"..." Holding his chin, the rabbi turned his face to Shuweng, the red regimental uniform set off his hair even more, "I know..."

Bookmen cannot have feelings, otherwise history will be biased because of things like feelings.

But Sa... He is not like the old man who can control things like feelings.

Squinting his eyes, the scholar walked away without saying a word, and he couldn't ignore the clear eyebrows in his heart.

Getting up, the young man followed the Shuweng, but stopped when he wanted to speak.

He closed his eyes, the wind was blowing his hair, he took a deep breath, and expelled all the guilt in his heart.

If... Shuweng can't have feelings.

Then he won't be a scholar anymore...

There is nothing to be nostalgic about, that is his decision, and no one can change it.

With his hands behind his back, the old man turned his head and glanced at him. He already knew what he was going to say. Those who should come will eventually come, and those who should go will eventually go.

"I'm sorry—" Smiling, he apologized with his usual smile and voice, "I give up being a bookkeeper... If you want my right eye, take it..."

He was chosen as the Bookman not only because he is an orphan, but also because his right eye, which has been hidden under the blindfold for many years, inherited the existence called the 'Eye of Truth'.

The old man didn't speak, but just looked at the young man who was already taller than him.

"Is this something you don't want, idiot!"

After reprimanding, the old man's mood has never been so excited, not only because of the boy's decision, but also because of the boy's disappointment.

"But you have no way to force me to submit to Fansa—"

Just such a retort, the boy raised his head and smiled to see the person who raised him and even sometimes secretly stuffed presents under his pillow on Christmas Eve for him when he was a child.

The guilt was forcefully driven out, and he couldn't be dominated by guilt at this time, otherwise his persistence from half a year ago would become worthless.

He wanted to be with her in the future, desperately.

With his hands behind his back, the old man stared at the young man for a while, and finally waved his hands and took back the 'Eye of Truth'.

Let him go... He is already old, and he can't hold back the young people now, and now he can only pray that he can train the next bookman again before he dies.

"I'm sorry, Sarah—" The old man had already left, and he could only murmur to the sky.

He has said sorry many times, so he will never say that to her again this time.

He took off the headband that tied his hair well, and raised his head to feel the breeze blowing across his cheeks.

Unlike the silver-haired boy, he is still free for now, unlike Allen who always does not come back to the church.

But that kind of leisure made him feel painful and desperate at the same time.

It's been half a year, and you still don't want to wake up...

Don't be afraid anymore, Sarah, I will help you isolate everything you are afraid of from you.

wake up please

He doesn't even remember how many times he said "wake up" to her, he only knows that he said it many times...

There was no response, but no disappointment left him feeling helpless either.

He only knows that he has to keep asking, so that he knows that he and she are still alive, and now that he has taken off the title of 'BOOKMAN', he only lives for her...

So tirelessly stepping into her ward again and again, telling what happened, and then falling asleep next to her bed every time, waking up and looking at the still motionless person, hastily solved the problem of the Wu Zang Temple then continue...

It really has become hopeless...

Opening his hands, the red-haired boy let his hair be blown, and the hairband in his hand was also erratic due to the wind.

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Probably just finish this chapter == don't worry! HE is coming soon...