I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

For Antaxia, the person she respects and loves the most is the same person.

These two words, which in the eyes of outsiders already contain extreme emotions, are not enough to describe all her feelings for that majesty.

The person Antaxia once loved the most and the person she hates the most until now is also the same person.

"Once" and "so far", all her entanglements with the king named Solomon, all exist in the defining words representing time transition.

It has nothing to do with the love between men and women, and Antaxia and Solomon's closest relationship is only close to that of siblings.

Solomon wasn't called Solomon back then... at least he didn't use his real name in public.

Because the man who brought him back said, what is the name of this child?Forget it, let's call it Jedidiah.

Then everyone followed suit.

The people who cared about him shouted Jedidia, although it may be hard to be with the king, but you have to grow up well, and you will become a strong man like the king in the future.

When little Jedidia first appeared in Papara, she looked pitifully unloved by her family.

He is small, with soft white hair that can grow to his feet, curly at the end, and looks like a fluffy little sheep from the back, not to mention how cute he is.

Needless to say, such children are especially popular with women from ten to ninety years old.Antaxia, who was only a teenager at the time, was one of them.

Putting aside her love for cute children from a female perspective, Antaxia also has a special preference and concern for Little Yedidia.

For no other reason than that Jedidiah was brought back by her king.

The king who rescued her from the bandits was Antaxia's savior, and the king who gave her a new life and a new home naturally became the most important existence in Antaxia's life.

The girl wants to prove her ability, mainly because she wants to prove that she has the ability to share the worries of the king, whether it is handling the state affairs, or helping to raise children!

Except for the time when the king took the children out to be lazy, little Yedidia was basically taken care of by Antaxia.

Not only is she an extremely gifted and resourceful natural leader, she has also proven to be very good at taking care of young children.

It can be said that Antaxia's credit for Yedidia's physical growth was met by a man who had never raised a kid before he was too troublesome.

Having known each other for a long time and knowing a lot, even though the man didn't say much, Antaxia still noticed that Jedidiah was not an ordinary child.

What to say.

The child seemed normal, just not talkative or interacting.

At first, Antaxia thought it was because of Yedidia's introverted personality, and she was still blaming herself for not being careful enough.

But, the man said, it wasn't her fault.

"This kid was born that way, and I was told he just couldn't learn the feelings that everyone has."

Antaxia will always remember the expression on the man's face when he said this.

The surface seemed to be covered with a very light layer of shadow, his eyes were slightly lowered, and there was a flash of disgust in the golden eyes.

However, he quickly raised his eyes, and the look in his eyes changed to a more positive one.

"It's so funny, I don't believe it at all. Even if it's true, I'll give it a try and destroy this so-called prophecy."

The man skipped the key content, and suddenly asked her so nonchalantly: "Do you think Yedidia can learn it, Antaxia?"

Antaxia didn't really understand.

However, this did not affect her confidence in the king and Jedidiah.

The king is a man who can do anything. Jedidia is so clever, but she is just a little dull, so it must be fine.

So she nodded briskly: "Well, it must be fine."

At the moment she nodded her head, Antasia absolutely could not have imagined that there would be a day when she would stand in the black flames from hell and stare at the king who was also stunned on the throne. The curse was dyed black.

When her revenge failed and she was dying, she made a voice that seemed to be crying or laughing.

Jedidiah who killed the king...

Solomon, who betrayed the king's hard work for nearly 20 years and destroyed even Papara, is Antaxia's enemy.

—Don't...don't mention that name.

This is a painful inner voice that cannot be erased even if he becomes a heroic spirit after death.

He doesn't want to forget his hatred, but once he thinks of that name, even a Heroic Spirit will feel a sharp pain like his heart being torn apart, and he can't help crying.

like now.

as shown at this time.

"So, Luo, door."

The two, who were as close as siblings in life, meet for the first time after death. Not only is the scene not touching at all, it is also full of resentment and anger.

The reason why this Heroic Spirit, who only looked at the reaction more like a special class Avenger, responded to Caster's call was [-]% to rush down from the Heroic Spirit's seat to kill him.

Solomon was certainly not killed.

Leaving aside his status as the Master who suppresses the servants, in terms of strength, Papara's Witch is no match for the Magic King at all.

In the rage, the witch was temporarily unable to maintain her rationality and think about the problem of the gap in strength.

She will only follow her intuition and do what she wants to do most at the moment: nothing else, but kill this brazen man.

"Calm down... Even if I say that, you won't listen to me."

The man who seemed to be driven into a desperate situation silently wiped away the blood stains hanging from the corner of his mouth, but his voice was calm enough to make the witch even more angry.

He said: "Although I have no objection to dying at your hands, but... even if it is for you, and me, to see Eric again, I can't die."

"How dare you - say such shameless things!"

Sure enough, the witch's purple hair had already loosened in front of the background of the magic flame, and the color became darker as the anger deepened.

What Antaxia hated the most was that Solomon still had to say the man's name shamelessly.

She will never forgive him.

Even if Solomon said that Eric had already arrived in this mountain and could see him immediately if he wanted to, she still—

"…………What did you say?"

The witch's dagger fell with a clang, passing through the wooden floor with a big hole in it.

hatred.

Still hate unforgivable.

but……

What did she just hear?

"........."

He froze for half a second.

The body has already responded quickly.

The hated witch didn't want to talk to Solomon for a second.

Compared with that grown-up who only dared to secretly fantasize about his return, what is Solomon, the idiot, stinky brat who barely learned to "love" after living for decades! ! !

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, unfortunately half of the Liudong Temple collapsed, and the witch rushed out in a staggered dismay.

Even without relying on the Assassin's class ability, Antasia could easily find the location of that Majesty.

It was in front of a small artificial tent on the bank of a small river in the mountains.

A group of people sat together, and a warm flame burned in front of them, releasing enough heat to melt a frozen heart.

The color of the bonfire and the dancing sparks also reflected in the eyes of the trance witch, making her thoughts return to Papara thousands of years ago——

The people she loved also gathered lively before the bonfire.

The young people held hands and danced lightly, and the people around applauded and cheered loudly.

And among this warm crowd, there is the most important king who redeemed her.

……

Tears, can not help but slide down.

The witch didn't know why she didn't dare to go forward, and hid her figure in the overlapping dark shade of trees.

But, suddenly, she heard someone talking:

"Jiao Dong, you go over there and ask that purple-haired girl to come and sit down and have dinner together."

"okay."

Although the boy who was called didn't know why he asked himself to call a stranger over for dinner, he didn't ask any further questions and went obediently.

The boy went straight to the tree where the witch was hiding, and said bluntly to the shadow: "Hello, my teacher would like to invite you..."

"Uh, that one is also a heroic spirit, it seems to be the enemy's assassin—is it really okay?"

A servant sitting over there whispered.

"Can something happen."

The short figure never turned his head around.

"Besides, she's not an enemy. She's just a girl who's about to cry but doesn't dare to cry."