I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

It was this dream again.

From the beginning of the resurrection from the dead, Eric would dream of the same scene from time to time.

When he just woke up as a teenager, that dream appeared most often, but later, it stopped silently, making him almost forget about it.

Kidding.

How could such a thing be forgotten.

Probably because he has been with friends and younger brothers who have no psychological burden for a long time. After many days, the boy did not remember that deep-rooted picture for a long time.

This time he sank into the familiar dream again, except for the vague and always-existing strangeness, he could feel it, and a new strange feeling was born in his heart.

——still a man walking alone in the sea of ​​blood.

"He" was bathed in blood, as if in flames.

The blood color has an indescribably glaring feeling, and because the bones are all over the feet, it also presents a different kind of beauty.

Only the golden eyes that look straight ahead never lose their brilliance, which can overwhelm this overly heavy color.

This is based on the last moment of "him" before his death, and the scene has been transformed.Even if the boy loses his memory, he can roughly guess it.

Where the seemingly endless blood road will end has long been guessed.

Remember, in his dream, that man looked like this countless times.

However, at least in the second half of today's dream, it is rare.

"..."

"..."

It’s weird.

Eric actually saw someone else here.

Without any warning, it seemed to switch from the bloody battlefield to the rarer "warmth".

"Wang, did you take 【】out again?"

A woman's voice sounded behind him, causing the man—or, Eric, who had entered the dream to look back.

Can't see people's faces clearly, even if the other party is clearly very close to "me".

Like the other figures that appeared in the dream before, he lost his memory of them, and all that remained were these vague outlines.

Just, even so.

She is trustworthy, and at the same time, she is also a rare piece of softness in "his" heart - this message is easy to come to mind at the first time, and there is no need to doubt it.

"……what."

When he opened his mouth, he felt a little guilty for no reason.

The blurred area of ​​the face naturally included the eyes, but although he couldn't know what the woman's blue eyes looked like—for some reason, he thought women's eyes were blue anyway—but there was definitely helplessness inside.

Probably there is only a little helplessness in it, after all, she has never had the idea of ​​scolding the beloved Wang.

No matter where you look at Wang's approach, it is wrong, and there is no room for sophistry.

"【】hasn't reached the age to drink... It's better to say that it's too far away. King, please allow me to speak boldly. Sitting in a tavern for a long time at such a young age may not be conducive to the healthy growth of 【】— —”

There is a lesson to be learned from heaven and earth, a woman has no intention of blaming "him".

She just reasoned with Wang for hundreds of times, listing the possible adverse effects of taking a child to a tavern.

The sincerity of the words, the sincerity of the attitude, and the earnestness of the words, fully implement the image of the conscientious and dedicated consul, and even make people cry.

Just right.

This is what men who are indifferent and arrogant to the outside world will eat.

"He" doesn't show it on the surface, but the degree of guilt will inevitably deepen as the woman's advice advances.

The arms holding the ball in his arms were not so obviously stiff.

"This, it shouldn't be."

He still has to declare a few words in shame: "I didn't let him drink, just put it aside for a while. Just for a while! How can I learn bad things so quickly."

"Moreover."

"His" taste became tougher, showing a heroic spirit: "If you are a man, you must adapt to the environment early, so as not to embarrass me by drinking a glass of wine in the future."

"Did you hear that, 【】? You can start exercising now, and the road to becoming a man is still long for you."

The boy who was brought up by "he" to the tavern and sat upright all afternoon, was brought out again: "..."

From "his" current perspective, only the hair on the top of the child's head can be seen.

The white, fluffy hair that seemed to be very soft occupied the field of vision, but this kid was very silent. Even if he was dragged into the topic and asked many times, he still kept his mind and kept silent.

It was so boring that "he" wanted to beat someone up.

"Wisdom King, I am worthy of you! I have overlooked that personality and courage are equally indispensable in the growth of [], I am really ashamed. King, no matter which one of your resolutions is absolutely correct!"

"Uh, where did the conclusion of personality and courage come from, [], you are too..."

"However, there is one more question that I have to ask again, my lord!"

"what?"

"It's a wise move to make [] a test of manliness, but, uh..."

pause.

It seems to come from the inner struggle of a woman who finally wants to disobey her most beloved king.

The feeling of raising objections to the all-knowing, omnipotent, wise and martial king is particularly painful, but for the sake of poor [ ], she endured it.

"【】He——is only five years old this year!"

"..."

"..."

silence.

Hugging a five-year-old. It would be too cruel to define him as a little man. He was just a child. The man's arms couldn't help but tighten again.

"He" really couldn't say "what's wrong with being five years old, he can almost be alone!" Such cruel words.

It turned out that "he" was the one who casually took the five-year-old boy to the tavern.

He was also the one who couldn't get out of the tavern for a short time, and who forgot about the brat who was put aside when he got drunk.

With such an irresponsible behavior, only the little ghost himself, who has no emotional fluctuations, and the woman who perfectly filters all the shortcomings of "him" through the filter will not complain.

——Including "him" himself who came into the dream, he felt [more and more] that this guy was really hopeless, and it was best not to think about this past.

Back here again.

In view of the guilt to a certain extent at this moment, but the man who must not show his self-esteem is just a phantom from the past.

"He" will not know that he has been beaten into a dark history by his future self, so the plot in the dream is still going on.

"I--"

"Tsk, take this kid out to bask in the sun again!"

Excessive self-esteem made "he" unable to allow himself to act like sophistry, so he simply turned his head, clicked his tongue, and put aside the previous topic with a little annoyance.

"He" is acquiescing to his mistakes, and changing his mind is also adding subtext to correct mistakes.

As for whether this subtext can be discovered, it's none of "him"'s business.

Then he hugged the white-haired kid resting on his elbow tightly, "he" turned around, and strode forward without stopping.

Not surprisingly, the woman really did not tear down the stage at this time, reminding "him" that it was already sunset time, and it was not a good time to bask in the sun.

"Wang, all the official documents received today have been processed."

She followed up and fell one step behind the man: "Can I have the honor to walk with you and 【】?"

"nonsense."

"He" scolded, but his tone was softer than usual.

"Follow up quickly,【】. What does this step look like? Come to the front, if you walk too slowly, I won't wait for you."

Having said that, the person who walked in front did not mean to wait for her.

"He" obviously slowed down his pace. He waited until the woman responded happily and walked to the same position as himself, and then continued walking unhurriedly.

There was still sunshine outside, but it was only the last afterglow of the setting sun, and when it shone on my body, it was not very warm.

But they stepped on the broken light like golden sand everywhere, walked through the bright or colorful slate floor on the upper layer, and came to the market that also changed colors, and immediately felt "warmth" in another sense .

"Wang, why are you falling back again? Do you want to come to my house for dinner?"

"Is the king going to take [] to the tavern to drink all night? Ah, Your Excellency! I didn't expect you to be here! I am relieved to see you, little [] will not be polluted by the smog of men in the tavern at night." .”

"I agree, Wang is really, don't take Xiao [] to a place where adults can go just because he is introverted and dare not refute."

As soon as they came, they were surrounded by all kinds of people and voices.

These faces are full of spirits, and once their freshness and warmth come into view, they will be hard to forget even after many years.

Although "he" has a lot to say about the flood of accusations.

"Wait, what are you misunderstanding about me?"

"Men's miasma—include me, eh!"

"This statement is too infuriating. They all agree that [] is more reliable than me!"

Then all the people who had spoken before changed their words unanimously, saying that the king is the best, the king is the best, and the king is the most reliable.

Then it made "him" even more angry, and gave everyone a scolding.

But the effect is not very good.

When they dispersed, the bold civilians were laughing and laughing, and the woman who was indeed a hundred times more reliable than the king in many ways couldn't help smiling.

"He" may be a very failed king.

There is no majesty at all. The people respect "he" and love "him", but they are not afraid of "him".

no solution anymore.

It has become like this, what can "he" do, there is nothing to do with these people.

So, go on leisurely and aimlessly.

Basking in the sun is an excuse, okay. "He" just came out on a whim to take a look at "his" country.

Here is the country that "he" built.

The inexplicable excitement that is unknown to others, and the somewhat indescribable emotions are always surging in the chest, and are not affected by the long time and the interval between life and death.

The place where it stopped later was on the city wall.

The afterglow of the setting sun is more here, but the color has also changed from the light gold at the beginning to a deeper purple.

The wind blows "his" silver hair scattered behind him, reflecting the rays of the sun, but it must not be brighter than the sparkle in "his" eyes.

"What do you think, how is it here?"

"He" asked suddenly.

The object of questioning was not the woman with purple hair fluttering in the wind who was accompanying him, but the white-haired child who had been silent in front of him.

Wanted to hear a response, but didn't fully expect to get a clear answer from the child.

Under such a premise, "he" still asked.

"Our home with the king guarding it is of course the most beautiful." The woman first smiled and said, "If it is not reality, I can hardly imagine that there will be such a dreamy ideal country in the world."

"Ah, 【】, I'm still exaggerating too much."

"No, I assure you, every word of mine comes from the heart, with the utmost respect for the king and your majesty."

"Forget it, as long as you're happy."

was talking.

The protagonist who should really answer, was turned around by the man unilaterally, and the white-haired boy who broke his head fixedly looked over.

This is a dream, so the face of the young child is not real, just like a woman.

A mist envelops his face and obscures his empty eyes—

"……Um?"

No.

"He" saw it.

In an instant, eyes that were both similar and different from the golden color came into view.

The amber pupils were not empty as expected.

Too short, too sudden.

"He", also he, failed to see clearly in time, the picture in the dream suddenly changed unexpectedly——

"... Wang... ah..."

Who in the darkness uttered a cry that was more painful than a heart being torn apart.

"Your Majesty... king, my king, my king! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

After the gradually shattered mournful cry, there was finally another word sound when it recurred.

"yeah……"

"Jedi... Dia..."

"So...lo...men..."

"Solomon... ahhhh!!!"

as well as.

It was like another voice coming from a deeper darkness.

Light enough to almost dissipate, like that person's broken heart.

"Antaxia... sister..."

"I still don't understand why..."

"Why... Eric."

——Why, abandon me?