Don't confiscate my citizenship

"To be honest, this is the first time I've ever had an enemy ask me to remember him."

Lan Qi looked at the giant tilting screen behind the ruins and said to himself.

Beelzebub seemed to be particularly crazy earlier, saying that he wanted to leave an indelible memory for him.

"But unfortunately, it seems that what I want to teach you to love is..."

Facing the Perlman puppet controlled by Beelzebub, Lanci could only show a regretful expression and gently waved his right hand to him, as if saying goodbye to Beelzebub.

But at this time, Beelzebub could no longer take care of Lan Qi's attitude.

The gardens of Count Baptiste's Mansion, once full of flowers and vitality, are now a dilapidated and withered scene.

The raging rain poured down, turning the garden into a muddy swamp. The smooth and clean gravel paths were now full of potholes and puddles.

All the glass in the greenhouse was broken, and the precious flowers and plants inside were exposed to the heavy rain and were fragile and in danger.

"..."

The terrifying aura like the coming of death and the gaze that froze his soul made Beelzebub feel an unprecedented fear raging throughout his body.

Beelzebub could no longer count how many times he had beaten Ivanos just now.

Every trembling nerve in his body was screaming to escape, and even his pores were oozing with cold sweat.

His arrogance turned to dust at this moment, and his survival instinct took over. Under the shadow of death, Beelzebub couldn't care less about his face. He turned around in a panic and flew away as fast as he could. He left like a frightened bird.

The embarrassed and hurried figure disappeared in the sky and the rain in an instant.

Inoan looked at Beelzebub's fleeing back. She did not pursue immediately, but laid Christina flat on the garden ground.

The brilliance floating around cannot be compared to flames. It is like the light of the Gods condensed by the anger and power of the God of Fire. Any living being who is close to this brilliance will feel the trembling deep in their souls. It is a response to the supreme power. Awe, and instinctive fear of life.

Inoan remained silent and put his hand on Christina's chest. Suddenly a spark bloomed from Christina's body, and mellow magic power surged into her body, as if to gradually revive her.

"Maybe I'm really crazy and would give my life-saving magic to such a useless girl..."

She murmured.

Although her mind was still confused, she probably knew what she was doing.

It was an epic spell of fire and regeneration that could forcibly revive her from a near-death state. Now that it was used on a second-level girl who was not very talented, it only made Inoan herself feel ridiculous.

Gradually, Christina's originally pale and pale face began to regain its color, like a withered rose that was blooming again.

Her closed eyes began to tremble slightly, as if she would wake up at any time, and her chest began to rise and fall weakly and regularly, and the breath of life was slowly flowing through her body.

"according to……"

Half asleep, Christina opened her eyes hazily, but she couldn't see clearly the blurry red-haired figure in the heavy rain.

But then, when Christina's eyelashes fluttered again, she was already sent to the vicinity of the Baptiste family.

In the devastated ruins of the Earl's Mansion, under the night sky with lightning and thunder, a girl who was almost dead was pulled back from the edge of death.

The hope of life is being rekindled in this body.

"..."

Inoan said nothing and handed Christina to Count Baptiste.

"Thank you... thank you..."

Looking at Inoan, whose breath had become very scary, Count Baptiste stretched out his arms tremblingly and carefully took the apple of his eye.

He lowered his head and stared at his daughter's peaceful sleeping face, and crystal tears rolled down uncontrollably.

Count Baptiste's family, who had survived the disaster, had already burst into tears and were so excited that they could not speak. They never dreamed that at the end of despair, hope would come in such a way.

The strange thing is that even though this red-haired woman is a more terrifying Bishop of Destruction than that demon, they are not much afraid of her.

Even Christina’s three younger siblings didn’t hide from Ivanos when they saw her.

"according to……"

Kyle opened his mouth, but found that thousands of words were stuck in his throat. He didn't know how to express his mixed feelings, or even how to address the other person.

He never thought that the maid his sister picked up was actually the Bishop of Destruction.

This kind of thing almost caused catastrophe, but accidentally saved their family.

He was instinctively afraid of Inoan and the murderous intent and demonic aura she exuded, but at the same time, he was also sincerely grateful to the cardinal for desperately pulling his sister back from the hands of death.

"Thank you for saving Christina."

Originally, when he saw the Bishop of Destruction with countless murderers coming to their doorstep, he should have been so scared that he was about to collapse, but the fact was extremely absurd——

The one who had just saved their family was the Bishop of Destruction Ivanos.

If he showed her the same expression as when he saw a demon at this time, I'm afraid it would be too hurtful to her.

"..."

Inoan did not speak, but quietly glanced at Count Baptiste's house.

She looked up at the distant sky in the direction of Beelzebub, who had fled.

A barrier with flames rising from all directions was left in Count Baptiste's house, and then, her figure flashed and disappeared without a trace.

…

miles away.

Over the south bank of Huadu Parieux, Beelzebub sped past at an alarming speed, like a meteor shadow cutting through the hazy night sky.

From time to time, he looked back in panic. Everywhere he looked were broken walls and ruins. The streets of Parrieux in the past looked particularly desolate under the torrential rain.

But these sights were not the focus of his attention. All he cared about was a lingering terrifying figure.

That terrifying aura made even him, a great demon from the other side of the Disaster Land, tremble with fear!

Bishop of Destruction...Ivanos...

These two names kept echoing in his mind, tearing at his nerves like sharp claws.

Beelzebub was puzzled. How could a maid who seemed only a little strong be the destroying bishop Ivanos as if she had won the lottery? !

And it seemed that he was the one who woke Ivanos up himself.

If he had known earlier, he would never have stimulated her!

"Rocky! McCarthy! It's all your fault!!"

Beelzebub muttered to himself in horror, desperately trying to escape from Huaduparieu, and looking back from time to time.

Now he just knows to run away.

At worst, if it comes back again in a hundred years, all these humans will be dead by then, and he still has plenty of opportunities and time!

Just as Beelzebub was thinking, he felt his forehead was suddenly pressed by a pair of cold and biting hands.

Before he could react, the huge force that seemed to tear his soul apart had already dragged him away from the sky.

In an instant, the world was spinning, and Beelzebub felt that his internal organs were violently churning, and he was falling from the sky uncontrollably.

The loud noise was deafening.

Beelzebub slammed into the hard ground on the south bank of Parrieu!

Dust was flying, sand and stones were flying, and circles of spider web cracks spread on the ground, mercilessly burying his body.

"Uh ah...cough...cough...!"

Beelzebub gathered his consciousness with difficulty, sweet blood pouring out of his mouth, and the senses on his face were distorted by the severe pain.

Red flames, redder than blood, burst out from the ground, scorching Beelzebub until he let out a shrill scream.

But Beelzebub had no time to care about this, because there was only room for one figure in his eyes - the red-haired evil ghost clutching his head.

Instinct prompted Beelzebub to fight back, and dark blue cursed flames instantly spurted out from his fingertips, overwhelmingly roaring towards Inoan, and even the air in its path became rotten and withered.

Facing this cursed flame that could seriously injure an ordinary eighth-level person, Inoan remained motionless. The red flames that were several times more powerful were raging and dancing around her. It seemed that this cursed flame could not leave any trace on her body.

She stood quietly, her expression gradually distorted, and the corners of her lips raised into a cruel angle.

Pain was just a ridiculous concept to her.

"Extremely stupid..."

Inoan's voice was like the eulogy of the Lord of Hell, faintly echoing in the sea of ​​fire.

The next moment, Inoan flicked her wrist, and red flames roared out, instantly engulfing Beelzebub's cursed flames. She pressed Beelzebub's head and kept smashing it to the ground, making the entire south bank of the building tremble. Even if the ground collapsed and turned into a deep pit, she still couldn't stop her from holding Beelzebub down and abusing him like a thin jackal.

Beelzebub's face was as pale as paper.

He frantically gathered all his magic power and erected one defense barrier after another in front of him, but in front of that destructive spark, all defenses seemed so fragile.

And this crazy woman is not afraid of pain. As long as she is not beaten to death, she will exchange injuries for injuries to the end.

After being targeted by her, he couldn't run away or block him. Fighting her was pure abuse. At most, he could only cause a bunch of ineffective damage to her and take away half of her life!

Beelzebub didn't understand why he wanted to provoke such a thing!

His defense was easily torn apart, and the rubble instantly swallowed up Beelzebub's body, dragging him into a red-hot purgatory fire.

The heart-rending cry of the devil echoed in the rainy night, the pain was extreme and despair filled the air.

"We should have no grievances!! Destroy the Bishop!!"

Beelzebub fought hard and burned Ivanos with the flames of the curse.

However, Ivanos seemed to feel no pain and did not let go of her hand from beginning to end, constantly piercing Beelzebub's body with pillars of scarlet fire.

"Hehehehe."

Blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and she gradually revealed a twisted smile,

"I only know that torturing you makes me feel extremely happy."

Sirens rang over the entire capital of Parieu.

"Warning, emergency announcement."

"An eighth-level battle took place in Area 1 on the south bank of Parrieux."

"An eighth-level battle occurred."

"Please nearby residents to evacuate as quickly as possible."

"The combatant is suspected to be the demons responsible for spreading the curse, and the second combatant is suspected to be Bishop Ivanos of Destruction."

…

Less than half an hour later.

North Shore District 4, Earl of Baptiste Garden.

The raindrops hit the water and splashed into waves.

The fountain in the center of the garden had stopped functioning, and several marble sculptures lay scattered in the pool, falling apart.

The water that was once crystal clear is now turbid, with branches, fallen leaves and broken bricks floating in it.

The flowerbeds on both sides were not spared the damage, nor were the tall beech and oak trees in the depths of the garden. Their straight and majestic trunks were covered with charred marks, their branches were broken, and countless broken leaves were fluttering in the strong wind.

Ino'an held the heel of a charred demon corpse without a human form, and walked step by step to Count Baptiste's house.

Everything she saw was different from the sunny Earl of Baptiste's mansion in her short memory.

She lowered her head and looked at herself. The once spotless maid's skirt was now soaked in blood and full of charred holes.

This was not at all etiquette, but it didn't matter anymore.

The heavy rain was still pouring down, washing away her mangled body and the pool of blood and mud beneath her feet.

The thunder gradually faded away, the night shrouded by wind and rain began to gradually become quieter, and the rain seemed to be getting lighter.

When Inoan finally came to the gate of Earl Baptiste's house, everyone in the Earl's family was stunned.

Her body was covered with large and small wounds, some of which were deep enough to the bone, and red blood was still flowing, but there was no trace of pain on her face.

"..."

Their eyes widened as they looked at the maid in front of them, covered in blood and trauma, and for a moment they didn't know how to speak.

"It's okay now."

Inoan's voice did not rise or fall.

Just like when she first came to the Earl's Mansion, everything was strange.

After the dark magic book was crushed by her and completely burned, all the demons woke up.

She threw Beelzebub's body out like trash.

Earl Baptiste has a butler called Rocky. Everyone in the aristocratic circle on the north bank of Huadu knows that he is very strong. He can easily explain how their family defeated the culprit demon, so there is no need for her to teach Earl Baptiste anything. This family It should be dealt with naturally next.

"Take out the employment contract."

She looked at Count Baptiste and said coldly.

Count Baptiste immediately ran back to the mansion, and it didn't take long before he found a contract and handed it to her.

This is just a work contract, and it doesn't have too many restrictions. If the Bishop of Destruction wanted to kill them, he could have done it long ago.

Inoan took the contract, and soon the book was burned into ashes and floated into the sky.

"We have nothing to do with each other since then."

Inoan said, preparing to turn around.

"Inoan!"

A call broke the dead silence. Christina looked pale and rushed over impatiently, tears blurring her beautiful eyes.

She had become tired just now, but she still managed to wake up despite the severe pain all over her body.

She always had the feeling that if she didn't wake up now, she might never see Ino'an again.

But to her surprise, Inoan took a step back and avoided Christina's arms.

She glanced at the girl indifferently.

"Miss, please respect yourself."

Inoan's voice was cold and biting, as if he was stating something that had nothing to do with him.

"But...but why? Ino'an, you are so seriously injured, let me help you bandage..."

Christina's voice was choked. She was sure that Inoan still remembered her, but her attitude at the moment was as if she didn't remember. Christina's crystal tears couldn't stop flowing down her cheeks.

"..."

"Inoan, don't leave. As long as you continue to be Inoan, don't change back. No matter who you were before, I will treat you as Inoan and stay with me, okay?"

Christina could no longer control her surging emotions and took two steps closer to Inoan.

She felt that if she didn't stay at this moment, she might never see Enoch again.

Now Yinuo'an's body is filled with a sense of distance from her, which is not the same world.

"No need, I've already paid you back your medicine money."

Inoan didn't answer her, just let the rain wet her hair and cover her forehead.

"Inoan, I can cure you. I will buy you the best medicine. You will recover soon! Don't leave, okay?"

Christina burst into tears and grabbed Inoan's shoulders with all her strength.

"Go away."

Inoan threw Christina away and let Christina fall to the ground.

Indifference once again enveloped her face, as if she had already cut off this fruitless relationship.

"Inoan!"

Christina cried and climbed to her feet.

She wanted to grab Inoan's hand, but she only caught a piece of cold nothingness, and her delicate wrist couldn't help but tremble with grief.

Inoan obviously saved her, but also destroyed the contract and wanted to cut off the relationship with them.

Otherwise, once this contract is found by the security agency of the United Kingdom Council, analyzing the magical properties on it may also involve accusations of assisting the Resurrection Church.

"Christina, goodbye."

After all, Inoan still seemed like she couldn't stand the crying.

She turned around, smiled inexplicably, and disappeared.

…

Posen Demon Realm.

In the northernmost part of this traumatized district.

When the downpour gradually subsided into a gentle drizzle, and the sky began to turn white, a figure stood still on top of a broken wall.

The tilted and broken giant screen behind him was no longer showing.

Lan Qi's emerald green eyes as clear as lake water stared into the distance, with a trace of compassion and exhaustion in his eyes.

He seemed to be meditating and waiting for something.

Suddenly, a blazing red light cut through the layers of dark clouds, like a red comet about to erupt, falling straight towards Lanqi.

The red light stopped dozens of meters away from Lan Qi, and the dazzling red flames dispersed, revealing a figure that was familiar yet unfamiliar to him.

It was Inoan.

She was still scarred, and her originally spotless clothes had been soaked with blood, turning into almost a broken flag that had experienced countless winds and rains.

But there was an unprecedented calmness and relief in her eyes, as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

She looked at Lan Qi quietly, with an almost imperceptible smile on her lips, as if she was greeting an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time.

Gradually, the rain began to subside.

The wind no longer roared, and the raindrops became sparse.

They landed softly on the ground, making a subtle rustling sound.

On the ruins of the Posen Demon Realm, although it was still dark, it was almost dawn.

"You are indeed here."

Inoan looked at the figure with brown hair and green eyes and said.

"I guess you might come looking for me."

Lan Qi sighed and shook his head.

If it was the Destruction Bishop Ivanos, he would probably run away.

After all, it would not be good for her to stay in Huadu Parrieu any longer.

But if it were Ivanos now, it would be possible for her to make some choices that she would not have considered before.

"Because when you didn't just give up on Christina and run away, but saved her and killed Beelzebub, it proves that you have changed."

Lan Qi looked at Inoan, with a flash of mixed emotions in his eyes.

It can only be said that there may be necessity in chance.

If Beelzebub hadn't been that kind of character, he wouldn't have woken up the Bishop of Destruction.

As for the Bishop of Destruction, after getting used to Inoan's life, she might rather never remember who she is.

This seemed like a fallen and gentle place to her.

But after encountering Beelzebub, a mirror with sins engraved on it, the memory she had to return to and being beaten awake was her punishment.

"The world is full of tit-for-tat."

Inoan also said to himself.

When she heard Loren say this with anger during the battle, she only felt ridiculed, but now she finally understood.

"Ivanos, from now on I will regard you as the Bishop of Destruction."

Her best choice is actually to escape from the Posen Kingdom, or she may find a way to stay at the Baptiste family, but since she is here to find Lan Qi, there must be only one answer.

Looking at Ino'an's expression and feeling the magic power rising from Ino'an's body, Lan Qi also understood what she meant.

There is still one last battle to fight today.

Now they are not in full condition, and it is uncertain whether they will win or lose.

Not only did Ivanos use his life-saving trump card [Embers of the Other Side] to save Christina, he also killed Beelzebub, spending most of his mana and life.

"Although you saved the Baptiste family and many innocent civilians in Huadu...but this does not mean that the killings on your body can be made up for. As I teach my students, in fact, you cannot rely on the help of bad people. of……"

Lan Qi's eyebrows were lowered, and at this moment, his eyes held an unprecedented sadness.

If possible, he really didn't want the Bishop of Destruction to save Christina, and rely on her power to save Huadu.

Nor did he hope that the person he wanted to kill as an enemy at this moment was Inoan.

But sometimes this is the case, many things can no longer be distinguished by simple right and wrong.

"In my life, my ethics are like bullshit, but talking to you is the only ethical thing I do."

Ian's hair blocked his right eye and he raised his head slightly.

"Rocky, I both hate you and thank you for giving me such a sweet dream."

She replied, with a hint of fatalistic calm in her tone.

Today, either she will kill Rocky, or Rocky will kill her.

"Is this our last conversation?"

Lan Qi spoke, his voice sounding like he was working hard due to excessive exhaustion.

She neither chose to surrender nor seek help, but decided to carry out the villain at the last moment.

Then fighting her is the only salvation that Lan Qi can give her.

"But there's no point in talking more, let's get started."

Inoan said.

"..."

Thalia was also ready.

Perhaps this is the worst final battle they will face in Huadu Parrieux. Now her and Lanqi's fighting styles have gradually become more mature. They first use the possession state with low power consumption to interfere with the opponent and attract their attention at the critical moment. She's showing up to deliver the killing blow.

This moment was very much like their first fight at the Holy Silver Vine Arena.

Thalia felt that she could win against an opponent she had defeated once, a second time.

On the ruins, an unknown cold wind blew up.

The cold raindrops fell on the ground, turned into ripples and began to spread, and the final battle of life and death began!

As the wind danced, Inoan's figure turned into a blurry shadow, rushing towards Lanqi like a ghost, and countless red brilliance of the Gods began to gather around Inoan.

Her fighting style has not changed at all, she wants to decide the outcome in an instant and completely destroy her opponent.

"..."

Faced with this sudden attack, Lan Qi's expression remained unchanged, as before, he relied on Thalia's spiritual magic to suppress Ivanos.

For Thalia, spirit is the main element, but for Ivanos, who has the main fire and secondary spirit, spirit is only the secondary element.

The moment Thalia's mental force field collided with Ivanos's, the two once again controlled and offset each other.

No side can gain the upper hand.

It was exactly the same as their previous battle.

In the flash of lightning, the two people's eyes met, but there was no longer any surprise.

The spiritual powers of Ivanos and Thalia intertwined, collided, and offset in the air.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down in their eyes, forming an invisible contest.

Lan Qi's arm soared into the air like an arrow from a string, and the fingertips in his hand pointed at Inoan's heart. His eyes were as sharp as a blade, and he was about to cut off all the evil and darkness in the world.

They all knew that they had played in the Holy Silver Vine Arena before, and the next step was to fight with ultimate moves at close range.

But at this critical moment.

However, Inoan suddenly extinguished all the flames, and the magic power condensed on his body also dissipated.

She stood there quietly, with a quiet arc on her lips, and her eyes were calm and calm, as if she was welcoming a dusty ending.

The gray crack ran straight through her heart.

Until the gray crack burst, Inoan spit out a large mouthful of blood, slowly closed his eyes, and his body fell weakly, like a blood-red leaf, floating lightly among the broken walls.

"...?"

Lan Qi stared, wondering why Inoan was defeated so easily.

"Ivanos? What are you doing?"

Lan Qi didn't understand for a moment and asked her.

Thalia even appeared directly and stopped Lanqi from approaching Ivanos unsuspectingly.

But Thalia also knew that Ivanos was probably not deceitful.

The moment she saw Lan Qi trying to kill her.

She gave up resistance.

With a smile on his lips, Ivanos lay down on the ground and looked at the clouds in the sky where the sunrise could not be seen.

"..."

There was blood at the corner of her mouth, and her eyes gradually dimmed.

She neither cried nor laughed, nor did she answer Lan Qi's question.

He died peacefully.

Just like the end of her life.

Only that piece of [Original Stone Slate - Fire] was left.

"why is it like this……"

Lan Qi seemed to have gradually figured out something, or maybe he was too tired. The sudden light was a bit dazzling, and he covered his forehead in distress.

The ground began to shake again, seemingly collapsing due to the brief eighth-level battle between the two of them.

Thalia quickly took away the slate, grabbed Lanqi and left the ruins, and took him to the relatively stable roof of the chapel in the distance.

The battle they had just now, compared to the continuous battles all night long, was equivalent to the light rain at this moment compared to the heavy rain all night long.

For the demons in Huadu, it is at best an alarm clock that makes a little noise in the early morning.

Pearlman, the careerist, and Beelzebub, the curse spreader, are both dead.

The legendary magic weapon [Parroni's Grudge] was also destroyed.

The demons in Huadu District have returned to normal.

The city began to recover.

The people and demons who took refuge gradually walked out of the shelter and set foot on this devastated land again.

The sound of rain, water, lights, and the laughter of survivors, all kinds of sounds merged into a rainy night rhapsody of a city that never sleeps, echoing for a long time in the sky above the flower capital Parrieux.

"Lan Qi, what's wrong with you?"

Thalia looked at Lanqi and found that he was indeed overloaded and more tired than she thought. At this moment, he was almost too sleepy to open his eyes.

"Do you know how to define despair?"

Lan Qi sat down on the roof, even his voice was much tired at this moment, looking at the clouds that drifted by from time to time, but were already lit up.

Even though it is still raining lightly in Huadu, it will surely become sunny as the sun rises.

"I have no idea."

Thalia shook her head.

Lan Qi often knows more about this kind of thing, but Lan Qi rarely takes the initiative to talk to her.

It seems that if Ivanos fights them to the end, Lanqi's mentality will still be very good.

But instead, he died so peacefully, which made Lan Qi feel very sad.

"There was once such an experiment... first let some white mice live a happy life, implant electrodes in their brains, record their excited cells during happy times, and then take away their friends and It is locked in a narrow, claustrophobic, damp and cold space, and the electric shock is kept on it. After a while, its head will be immersed in a mixture of ice and water. It cannot escape or struggle. After a while, it will Just desperate."

Lan Qi talked to himself, staring into the distance.

"Then how do you measure that it is really desperate? What if it is a weakling that cannot be beaten to death? The more you torture it, the stronger its resistance will be?"

Thalia listened carefully and asked her question.

She felt that Lan Qi was more tired than she thought, and his voice was half a minute softer than usual.

"There are two indicators."

Lan Qi continued,

"The first one is called the sweet water experiment. After the torture, it is put back into the cage. There are two types of water in the cage, one sweet water and one plain water."

"A mentally healthy rat will drink sweet water to plain water at a ratio of eight to two. If it has no mental problems, in addition to liking sweet drinks, it will occasionally drink plain water."

"If you put it back and it drinks two kinds of water at a ratio of five to five, we think there's something wrong with it."

"Why?"

Thalia asked.

"There is no preference anymore. Everything you eat and drink tastes the same."

Lan Qi looked at her and explained.

"..."

Thalia seemed to understand that if one day she gave up, she might end up like this.

If she hadn't met Lanqi at the beginning, found that Hyperion had been killed when she went to Icerite, and couldn't find her sister in the Creja Empire, then she might really be in a state of neglect. , only revenge to the end.

"Of course this indicator is not enough."

Lan Qi took a deep breath and exhaled it.

"The second one is called the tail suspension experiment. Lift up the tail of the mouse and put it head down. A mentally healthy mouse will roll its head up and struggle. If it gives up everything, stops resisting, and has no desire to live. ”

"After meeting these two indicators, it is indeed desperate enough."

Thalia agrees.

Their chat was extremely peaceful at the moment.

It's rare to sit down and have a chat like this.

"Do you think there is hope after such despair?"

Lan Qi asked her.

"Is there any way to save it?"

Thalia asked curiously.

"Actually, there is."

Lan Qi nodded, but did not give an answer.

Thalia thought for a moment.

"Rescue it from this miserable environment, put it in a spacious and warm environment, give it all kinds of delicious things, all kinds of fun things, and eat and play whatever it wants. , and absolutely safe, with friends by your side?”

She guessed with uncertainty in her voice.

Lan Qi just looked at her and said nothing.

Even without telling her the answer, she understood it instantly.

"Can't be saved."

Lanci said.

Thalia's hesitation in answering already meant that she knew that none of the above would work at all.

"Then how can we save it?"

Thalia frowned.

"Do you still remember that electrodes were implanted into it when it was spending its happy time? As long as we repeatedly stimulate those marked nerve cells, that is, to awaken its beautiful memories, it only takes a few days and nights, and it can be Completely cured.”

Even if he didn't have to go on, he believed Thalia understood.

What can save the soul is not the current sensory pleasure, but the good times we once had.

So a happy childhood is very important.

"The first moment I saw Inoan, I understood that she had never had a beautiful moment in her heart since she was a child. She didn't understand what happiness is. She didn't have a childhood that could heal her whole life."

Lan Qi thinks so.

When it came to Sigre, no matter what childhood experience she had in the past, he firmly believed that as long as he brought her more good memories, even if one day Sigre faced ups and downs or lost herself, as long as she recalled Reminiscing about the past, this memory in her heart may also give rise to hope, allowing her to live firmly.

The same is true for Inoan and Lanqi.

The moment she woke up without memory, she was like a pure white baby.

Lan Qi will naturally implement the concept to the end.

But he didn't expect what this brief light in the eternal darkness would mean to Inoan.

Looking back at the beginning, Inoan was able to pursue desires and vent them wantonly. She also knew how to struggle, no matter how miserable she was, she would try her best to survive.

But after Lan Qi's rescue, it was not difficult to achieve everything she wanted in the end, but she chose death.

"It turns out that what I gave Yinuo'an was not salvation, but real despair... She told me with her death that sometimes there are people who I can't save."

Lan Qi said to himself, his eyes as clear as a deep pool of water, reflecting the boundless sky.

"Tata, you won."

he admitted.

Thalia was right about their previous bet and he was wrong.

Inoan died in a way that he could not accept the most.

He is too confident, and sometimes he thinks he has won a perfect bet, but in fact he only fails.

"..."

But the triumphant ridicule that Lan Qi expected from Talia never came.

Thalia hugged his head and let him rest on her chest, not thinking about anything.

"There is no such thing."

She said softly, as tenderly as a mother to Hyperion.

"You taught me determination."

She said in Lan Qi's ear,

"Any miracle has conditions for it to happen. If you don't follow through, even the goddess of fate will not be able to favor you, so please continue to be determined. When you hesitate, I will guide you."

"..."

Lan Qi opened his eyes wide, but did not move for a long time until his expression gradually relaxed.

On the roof, they didn't speak anymore.

They listened quietly to each other's thoughts.

Lan Qi slowly closed his eyes as if the feeling of being trapped finally came to his mind.

Dawn illuminates their figures from the clouds.

The rose window of the church revealed a faint blue light, and the rain gurgled along the outline of the building, as if singing an ancient aria.

Until the rain stops and the fog disperses, the east becomes white.