People in Mond, arrogant sun, not hated

"Alice, do you know anything about this incident?"

Elmes asked suddenly.

"The head of the group and Yula, Rosa who confessed to me before, and Andrew who was hit by a meteorite, why did they fall into this situation, these are the people closest to me, no, the people closest to me, why did they and die?"

Alice was silent for a long time, she really didn't want to tell the cruel truth to this child.

But even if he didn't say it, he was too close to the truth. What he wanted now was nothing more than a certainty.

Kids who are too smart are always more likely to get hurt than other kids.

He did nothing wrong, he completed the tasks that should be done perfectly, he tried his best to prevent accidents that occurred, the responsibilities that should be fulfilled by his identity, and the decisions that should be made at critical times, no matter what happened.

If he really wants to tell his mistakes, it is bound to be the most original and cruelest answer.

As an elder, she would never speak out.

She sighed softly in the rain, and told the truth about the starry sky and the sun in the calmest tone that she had learned.

And as she expected, after hearing this, Elmes didn't get angry or hysterical, his strong and arrogant body still stood upright in the rain, but he was a little more lonely out of tune with the world.

"It turned out to be like this... This is the curse, and it is the life I should bear for rebelling against my duty."

As long as Yura is still by his side, she will continue to be injured, suffer all kinds of suffering and misfortune, and then lie on the ground dying like now.

His existence means harm.

That's right...

Haha, isn't it already a habit, this kind of result and feeling.

This is not the first time I have experienced the loss of an important person, so——

Make the right choice.

Elmes took out the spray from his pocket, adjusted the amount to the amount he had just met, and then took a step forward.

There is no need to hesitate about things that can't change the ending no matter what.

Alice looked at him distressedly. From that moment on, she had already guessed his choice.

"Al, I'll take your place—"

"No need, it's my own fault, I'll solve it myself."

Elmes interrupted her directly, causing Alice to sigh softly.

Her amnestic spray is actually a fairly straightforward thing to understand, and the same goes for the effects in two different situations.

If you compare all human memory to a stone brick, on which images and patterns of various memories are painted, if you use spray in a waking state, it is like brushing off the original patterns with white paint, and you will see Things go blank.

Although this method has excellent effects, the erased memory is still there. If you find a way to erase the original "white paint", you can naturally return to the original appearance.

but--

If it is used in a coma, it is another matter with the same purpose.

That is equivalent to directly peeling off the layer with patterns printed on the surface of the stone brick, and then leaving a blank space where nothing can be seen. It is a true and complete forgetting, just like the complete deletion of data, it is death from the memory level.

Just press that spout, and the memory of their acquaintance will disappear completely.

thorough.

The moment you point the spout at that face.

What came to mind--

It is a moon pie that exudes the sweet taste of cinnamon;

It is always arrogant and unaware of the so-called revenge;

Is the bone whistle blown by the waves in the night's sleep;

and also......

Under the sky full of stars, the beautiful smile on the girl's face.

There are many, many, getting used to getting along and interacting with each other, and the dance steps that have not been able to show their talents after learning well. When teaching him, he always has a helpless and happy expression on his face.

He remembered all these things clearly.

Memories are part of the "now" self.

But now, he has to give up the past that he cares about for the future.

Faced with his own mistakes, the strongest has no choice.

Yura, you said that my power can save everyone, but you were wrong...

I, can't save myself.

The arrogant purple pupil showed a little clear fatigue in the rain, he opened his mouth but did not make a sound.

Whether regret or sorry, did not say it.

The Sun Knight's arm trembled, for the only time.

[A really strong person will laugh when he wants to cry more, hold all the sadness and sadness in his arms, and then remember the pain, and then continue walking with a smile like this]

Suddenly a voice rang in the ear.

The rain finally stopped gradually, and the golden light penetrated the clouds and shone on his body, bringing a biting cold that he had never experienced before.

After stopping the release of abilities, Ermes had an ugly and forced smile on his face, and he just smiled and said words that symbolized parting.

"....good night, see you tomorrow."

"I failed to become a friend's [confidant]."

Chapter 363: Boys don't always like to complain to their families when they grow up

"Well, the situation has stabilized."

After the seven-hour first aid was over, the night sky outside the window was already dark, Alice rubbed her temples tiredly, and said to Elmes who had never left.

"Ah."

And he just nodded quietly.

It's great that it can be so simple and effective, or as long as his influence is excluded, Yura's life should not die.

"It may take three or four days for them to wake up, and it may take a few months to fully recover. I will use spells to complete the things she remembers and give spiritual hints. You don't have to worry."

"Well, thank you, Aunt Alice."

He bowed deeply to Alice.

"It's just a small matter, but you, are you really okay?"

Alice said with some concern, if Elmes suddenly blackened or fell into a second grade because of this incident, it would be a real disaster.

She tried to open her arms in a more relaxed tone, and said with a gentle smile.

"After all, it's not a trivial matter, even if you want to cry in my sister's arms, it doesn't matter."

Elmes responded with a wry smile.

"No need, I'm not a child anymore. It's not the first time I've experienced losing an important person. Don't worry, I'm fine."

"It's just..."

He turned and walked towards the dark corridor, leaving only the hollow voice echoing.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to attend the dance in three days' time."

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He came to Yura's house.

Skillfully took out the spare key under the flower pot to open the door, took out his slippers from the shoe cabinet next to him, then lit the lamp and looked at the room, recalling the original appearance from memory.

Take the novels they read together from the bookshelf, take the group photos taken together and everything that will reveal the relationship from the edge of the cabinet, and break the strange wooden stool bought at the auction.

He cleaned up all traces of himself calmly and rationally, and suddenly felt like an emotionless robot, but he felt tired of breathing.

Why do such a thing?

I don't want to do it, I can't do it, but I have to.

Elmes, you know this is irreversible.

He always knew what was right.

Finally, everything was cleaned up, except for the last drawer.

He opened it, sat on the ground and picked up the not-so-well-made white bone whistle in a daze.

He turned his head, as if he saw himself holding a carving knife in the past and concentrating on it.

The bright moonlight reflected from the window, shining on the last "trace".

"...Forget it, if it's just this one, it shouldn't matter."

After a long silence, he murmured to himself, put it back gently, then closed the cabinet, and walked out of the familiar house with a bag of things.

The night is still long.

In Falja's ward, a figure walked in quietly.

Looking at Falga who was still unresponsive with the respirator, Elmes exhaled expressionlessly while holding the spray.

Don't hesitate, it's the right thing to do.

Don't hold back, this is for the future.

Don't waver, you are the sin of pride.

He raised his hand.

But before the switch was pressed, the wrist was gripped tightly.

In front of his eyes, Falja opened his eyes with some difficulty, and stared at him with tired and helpless eyes.

"Ermes."

He called out his name and didn't say anything else, but the spray in the boy's hand fell feebly.

Elmes lowered his head and put down his hands like a child who has made a mistake.

Then he squatted down to pick it up, and took a few steps back silently, as if wanting to stay away from him.

Falja looked at him, breathing quietly, speechless.

After a long delay, he was able to use his physical strength to say a few words that were so light that he could barely hear his emotions.

"There's no need to force yourself, just be a little selfish now and then."

Without blaming or persuading, he just said this with a somewhat forced gentle smile.

Elmes was still shrouded in darkness and remained silent, biting his lips lightly.

This made Falja can only smile helplessly.

When a boy grows up, he will no longer be willing to expose his weak side to his elders, and will always want to bear the mistakes he made alone.

Is this a sign of maturity or immaturity?

You are too strong and too stubborn.

Elmes still didn't speak, and he didn't continue to carry out his actions. He wouldn't ignore his opinion and continue that kind of cruel thing while the important person was still awake.

Or, is he expecting that the Grand Leader will not be able to persist?In that case, he can completely give up all choices.

The Sun Knight turned and walked towards the door.

Only the quiet voice echoed in the darkness.

"Grand regiment leader, good night."

Falja looked at the figure who left arrogantly, and let out an empty sigh.

"When you are sad, tell me occasionally, you stupid boy."

Of course, there was no answer from the darkness.

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