Timely updates, want to keep Roland alive, regardless of politics and race. It was only with such thoughts and a hazy sense of guilt that Brunhill hugged the trembling body in his arms that was becoming more and more intense.

- I was bitten by a wolf.

Brunhill's head came to mind that it wasn't a four-legged canine beast that was biting his hand, but a 5-year-old human boy.

During her brief stay in Bald's Village, this curious, bold, and at the same time well-behaved boy gave the elven girl the impression of a puppy that liked to cling to people, and the same person who bit her at this moment had only despair and fierce hatred madness in his eyes, like a dying beast.

It's the same as a wolf who falls into a trap and does a futile move.

When he was a child, he was scratched by a wolf who only had his last breath left, and when he met Li Lin, he was also chased by a wolf, and he didn't know if he was reminded of the terrifying experience of his childhood, or because it was too painful, and he was an adult, or an officer's female elf screamed.

Heavily armed soldiers rushed in, and the privates who rushed to the front raised the butts of their rifles, ready to smash them down with their purple eyes that emitted a fierce light.

"Soldier!

The boy watched as he retracted the butt of the rifle that was about to hit him, and after shouting in an incomprehensible language, the elf's malicious face became extremely straight, and the strangely shaped mixture of iron rods and wooden blocks raised the elf's chest after the crisp heel clatter.

"Rifle!

The faces of Yan Sù were more confused, and the GIs below the rank of major still carried out the order, and their rifles were leaned on their shoulders. Beech butt handguards and metal spear thorns reflect a blinding glow in the sunlight that leaks into the tent. The soldiers' high-spirited killing intent cooled down with the movements of daily training and the command system that functioned normally.

"Go out, all of you, and I'll call if you need to. ”

The order was given, and the free right hand patted the wooden box holster on his waist to show that he had enough self-defense, and under the forced gaze of Brunhill, the soldiers swallowed the argument back into their stomachs, and after saluting with their guns, they turned and retreated.

The right hand that had returned the salute hung down. There was no further sharp pain in the left hand dripping with blood, and the masseter muscles of the 5-year-old boy only exerted a bite force that matched the age and body tissue structure, and did not become hideous because of his expression. The eyes are vicious and become comparable to real carnivorous beasts.

On the other hand, the mental [bite] made Brunhill feel his chest clogged more than the actual pain he felt.

The boy closed his mind and had only two ways to contact him: the silence of a dead corpse and the indiscriminate attack of a beast. He no longer believes what others say, and only fights back with hatred when he approaches him, retreating into his own darkness and refusing to survive.

For no reason, Brunhill felt a sense of déjà vu.

Where had she seen the child lose her temper? Trying to search her memory for the relevant impressions, the pain and the whimpering of a wounded beast reminded her that now was not the time to do such a thing.

"The murderer—"

The smell of curse and resentment oozed from the repeated salutation, and the boy's voice was calm, and the strange calm surged with a black vortex of emotion, beyond the boundaries of anger, and deep hatred fermented from the purple pupils.

――I see.

Brunhill suddenly realized.

The boy's hatred was not directed at her. The surging feelings are to destroy a qiē [something related to Li Lin]. The inability to process and accept the tragic reality transforms it into an endless hatred for the perpetrators, and the uncontrollable ripple spreads to the surrounding area.

There is no forgiveness, and it is impossible to be reasonable. Even if only the teeth can inflict a little damage on the enemy, they will bite with all their strength and never let go. ...,

[As a subordinate of the Colonel. In his eyes, he was an accomplice and an accomplice. 】

The purple eyes burning with resentment, anger, and tears confirm Till's assertions, and the eyes that are almost on the verge of crying but can't release a fire that makes the viewer's scalp tingle, which in Brunhill's eyes is a picture of extreme pain.

How miserable, how sad.

Obviously only 5 years old.

Or at an age when I don't even understand the meaning of the word future.

Enjoy the innocent age of tomorrow without doubt and without any worries.

In the face of the sudden tragedy, there was nothing to be done, and I was not mentally prepared. In just a moment, he was forced to accept the cruel and heavy reality. Brunhill, who once held his crying sister at the funeral of a loved one like a soulless doll and didn't know what to do, could resonate emotionally with him.

The world is so cruel that the stingy only gives the gift of death to every subject equally. Although all living beings desperately want to survive in the harsh environment, death ignores and respects these efforts, taking life away in a brutal and unreasonable manner, and forcibly stuffing the sudden sorrow to the survivors.

Brunhill learned this fact when she witnessed the death of her loved ones as a child, and in the environment where Niflheim was struggling to survive even the most basics, there was no room for her to sort out her personal feelings, and if she could not extricate herself from her grief, she would unknowingly become a dead body that could not be killed. Only Brunhill, who was swallowing tears and pulling Freya at the same time, came over with the gap of running for survival to fill the gap of forgotten sadness, and she could understand Roland's reaction at the moment.

The boy who has no motivation to survive and who leads to a frenzied attack to vent his pain and resentment is of course closed to his heart, but it is not yet complete, and the stimulation of the outside world can still be felt.

[Are you still the son of Lynador Darke?] -- the mention of his father's name in the words just now touched the pathos and despair in Roland's heart that squeezed down the reality, like a pistol pulling the trigger, and the dark love erupted.

To the women who touched the darkness, to the elves, to [Li Lin's men] - to breathe hatred.

And then—

"If you continue like that, you'll die. ”

Don't shake off your clenched teeth, and don't simply deny this emotion that is more intense than roaring and screaming. Brunhill bent down and gently approached the boy who was shaking and crying, and gently leaned up to inject the only remaining Roland into his jaw with a voice that looked like sickness.

Although he wants to resist the voices of the outside world, he locks himself in the dark nothingness, and even dies like this. But the words of the female elf, who looked elegant and feminine, and had a unique maternal caring temperament, still intervened in Roland's mind in human language.

""To live, "It's good to live" - if your parents have words that they want to say to you, but they can't get to you, I think it must be like this. ”

An electric paralysis ran through his head, and his anger that was not bound by reason burned even further.

No kidding!

No kidding!

Aren't you the ones who killed everyone and destroyed the village?!

Do you know how painful it is for a person to be killed? Do you know what it's like to watch someone you know die in front of your eyes for no reason! Murderer!

Biting the back of the elf's mouth, he couldn't spit out a single accusation, only the purple eyes burning with hatred and sadness and Brunhill's conscience silently turned Roland's incoherent rage into a harsh rebuke of the elf girl herself. ...,

[Ah, that's true. 】

Unwilling to use "not directly involved", "nothing done", "obeying orders" as an excuse to escape from the heart-tearing accusation, Brunhill confessed that he was indeed convicted of being an accomplice.

[But, so what?]

Living itself is a bitter and painful thing, but the living will still pray and hope that tomorrow will be better, and willfully continue to survive, because it is the responsibility of the living.

In order to survive, one must fight.

Escape is death, and the only choice is to accept fate or challenge.

Compared with the heavy karma of taking on the [Changing the World] alone, which makes me feel dizzy when I hear it, and leading everyone to challenge the unreasonable colonel, what is the point of bearing the guilt that is almost indistinguishable from the facts. Shoulders that can't even resist this little bit of Cheng dù, how will they share the weight of the whole world for that back in the future?

Whether it was because of someone's heart, or because the sympathy of a similar experience stimulated a strong maternal instinct, Brunhill stretched out his other hand.

The adolescent girl's fingers gently caressed the face that kept pouring out tears, and there was no haze, only a single warm emerald green eyes silently comforted the desperate boy.

I didn't want to use him, expect him, betray him, or hurt her, but simply wanted to heal the scars deep in my purple pupils and drag Roland away from the despair of the world and himself after experiencing the tragic thing.

It is not clear whether this can be considered a kind of salvation, and perhaps it may be no different from hypocrisy in the eyes of the beholder.

Still, Brunhill is convinced that it is necessary. For this poor boy who has been abandoned by the world, sympathy and pity are not dispensable and inconsequential, whether hypocritical or arrogant. Brunhill wants to take care of the boy and come out of despair.

Really—that's all.

So, of course, without shame or contrivedness, Brunhill stretched out his arms and took the boy who couldn't make a sound of sobbing and whimpering into his arms.

I don't care about the short limbs beating and kicking the body, and hug the boy gently and powerfully.

"Try to live, not only for yourself, but also for your parents, relatives, friends, and ...... Chloe. ”

Without respect and trust, and without asking for anything in return, the heat of oneself is transferred to the cold thin body, which makes people dare not imagine the warm embrace of peach, yes, it is a mother-like hug. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) Timely updates,