The Hero Saves the Beauty—Sounds like a good story.
But I'm not a hero, and I don't know if that guy is beautiful or not.
After returning to the City Lord's Mansion, the deafening shouts outside had gradually subsided.
I sat on the bed and leaned against the wall with my eyes closed.
Is that all right
It still feels a little bad. I can't tell what kind of feeling it is, maybe I feel uncertain whether Yuxi City can be kept after the magician leaves, or maybe it's a pity to lose a precious magician. But no matter what, there is one thing I am sure of.
Judging from the current information, the magician had no reason to protect Yuxi City.
She is the daughter of humans and demons, no matter which type is her compatriots. She doesn't seem to be very popular with humans, and it should even be said that she is quite unpopular. What reason does such a person have to protect an isolated city? Can't figure it out. Because I can't figure it out, I always feel that there is something strange in it.
At this moment, Alaya said softly:
"Master, there seems to be someone outside."
I opened my eyes and sensed a little, that someone was indeed outside the City Lord's Mansion.
He didn't knock on the door or make a sound, just knelt at the door silently.
I hesitated and said:
"Come and see with me."
Alayah followed me with a sword.
When I opened the door, I saw the thin figure of the young man at a glance. He knelt at the door respectfully and did not raise his head when he heard the door knock.
Yama—it seems to be the name. During the day, he once said firmly that he would never talk to us or take a copper coin from us.
I walked up to him and asked:
"What are you here for?"
With his forehead pressed against the rough ground, he opened his mouth with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice:
"I'm sorry about what happened during the day. I didn't know you were the new castellan, and your tone was a bit—"
I interrupt him:
"Okay. I don't have time for your fake apologies."
Yama clenched his fists and took several deep breaths.
Probably resisting the urge to scold me.
He said:
"Please... save my master."
I looked at him, showed a playful smile, and asked:
"Fillita?"
Yama nodded bitterly.
Sure enough.
If there were not two magicians in this city, then the one who taught Yama magic and the one who was tied up and sent to the demon territory should be the same person. A half-human, half-demon magician, and a magician who keeps defeating the attacks of the demons all by herself—Fillita, this name has been appearing a lot recently.
I looked at him with a half-smile and asked:
"Do you think, just based on your words, I should risk everyone's opposition to bring her back?"
Yama had nothing to say, just knelt there.
I said lightly:
"And I heard that your master has a bad reputation and even burned down other people's houses. Is it true?"
Yama nodded slowly, but then said hurriedly:
"I don't know why, but Master, Master must have a reason."
I laughed:
"In this kind of place, everyone is struggling to live. Burning someone else's house is like destroying someone else's life. What kind of reason made her do this? The revenge of killing her father is nothing more than that, but there is no way for her human beings to kill her." Get rid of her demon father."
Yama was at a loss for words.
I didn't say anything, and I didn't leave.
After a long time, he murmured:
"I, I can guarantee that Master is not a bad person..."
I smiled and told him:
"Your pledge means nothing."
Yama's lips trembled, and it took a long time before he straightened up, took out something wrapped in a rag from his arms, raised his hands above his head, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said:
"This is Master's diary... She never lets others read it. There is a restriction set by her on it, and I can't undo it at all... But if you can undo it, you will be able to see it. What kind of person is Master, what exactly is Master?" What do you want to do... You should understand after reading it."
I didn't move.
"You know this is an invasion of her privacy?"
Yama closed his eyes and nodded, blushing and said:
"I know... Master, she is like a goddess in a picture scroll. She is proud and beautiful. She never tells others what she is thinking. If she comes back, she will definitely scold me severely. But it doesn't matter. I I'm just worried that it's a restriction set by Master, no one in Yuxi City can undo it, and it will be too late when other magicians undo it! Can you... "
"No."
I answered him lightly, and at the same time took the diary in his hand and reached out to hold it.
A transparent light shattered and scattered like glass.
Yama was dumbfounded.
I slowly flipped through the somewhat yellowed book, watching the text gradually change from immature and scribbled to round and correct, looking at a few pages of paper soaked with tears, and a few pages of paper stained with blood and glued together . Through the words, I can feel the emotion of the master when writing, and I can feel the sinking of my heart bit by bit while reading these words.
When I closed the diary, I suddenly had an indescribable feeling.
Anger at circumstances, at oneself, at the world, at Pierce et al.
But I quickly suppressed such emotions, dispersed the impulse in my mind, and read it carefully again.
I laughed after reading it.
An absurd statement, full of bitter tears.
I once wondered what the reason was to support that half-demon named Felita to protect human beings, and I finally understood after reading it.
I restored the restrictions on the diary, wrapped it in a rag, and returned it to Yama, saying to him:
"You said, Felita is like a goddess."
Yama nodded shyly.
I said slowly:
"Then let's rescue that goddess. Alayah, take your sword and follow me."
Alaya put one hand on the hilt of the sword and replied with a smile:
"Yes, master."