"What I did was wrong?" she said.
The sentence pattern is like a question, but it doesn't have a questioning tone, as if it already has the answer.
She was speaking to Henry. The sage did not hide his movements. He stood behind the girl Luo An, leaning against the tree, silent.
"In their opinion, it's just wrong." Mira lowered her head, and the faint moonlight shone through the dark clouds, giving her white hair a blue outline.
"This matter was caused by Horno, I know it."
"I also know how much of a threat the witch poses."
"We should eliminate her, we should solve all this. Even Horno himself feels that this matter is not a good thing from beginning to end."
"Am I losing my temper?"
"But I just can't stand the way they talk."
"Is that justice, teacher?"
"Is that justice?"
"Is that the right thing to do?"
"I don't understand this kind of thing!"
"She obviously, that obviously, she obviously wanted to make everything better. Is it wrong for people to believe that things will get better? Is it a sin to just work hard for everything to get better? Just because the result turned out to be such a disaster Should we deny the beauty of the original intention?”
"Then what beautiful things are there in this world?"
"Am I being childish and losing my temper?"
"Exactly the same as before, naive and ignorant of the world."
"I thought my adventures in the past few years had made me progress, but am I still childish and naive? Just like when I first met you, I wanted to save the begging girl."
"You can't see the truth behind it, so you can only make superficial conclusions, isn't it?"
"But I just feel that this is it." She suddenly seemed to have something stuck in her throat, clutching her chest and bending down. After a while, she said in a trembling voice: "...This is not right."
"This shouldn't... be like this. Why does she think it's a disaster? It shouldn't be like this between mothers and children. Praying for happiness with all your strength and working hard to get happiness shouldn't be the case. This is the result."
"There are no gods in this world, teacher."
"I somewhat understand why the paladin was angry when she told Horno about the realm of gods."
"If there is a God, then why did He let this happen? If there is a God, then where is He when people are in need, when people are praying desperately."
"If she wasn't alone, she wouldn't have chosen..."
"Because of despair, because there is only this last straw left, I can only rely on my own strength to hold on tightly. Because I hope for a better future, everything turns into an unforgivable disaster in the end. And until this moment, I have never The name of the god who showed up was mentioned, and she was condemned in the name of the god——"
"Is this justice?"
"I do not understand......"
"...when I was a kid, before I met you."
"Someone in the village stole something from Roderick's house."
"a bread."
"That person is not a habitual criminal. He is a very kind boy and a good person. He just had to do this kind of thing for the sake of his hungry sister at home."
"There is no shortage of bread in Roderick's family. They often throw away the uneaten food. Even if it is soiled, they would rather burn it themselves than give it to the poor."
"He didn't even steal it in their house. He just took advantage of the brief moment when Roderick's servant left to steal a piece of bread that was burnt black, of poor quality and was disgusting from the basket they were scheduled to throw away. ."
"But no one listened to him, no one sympathized with him, and no one thought about changing this."
"They cut off his hand and said this is what a thief deserves."
"Then no one cared about his former kindness. Even outside hunters and mercenaries, as long as they saw his dirty hands without palms, they would know that he was a thief and beat him up."
"Even little kids who don't know much about the world will rush up to him, punch and kick him, spit on him, and throw mud at him."
"Then the adults will praise them for doing the right thing. Beating the thief is justice."
"As long as a person has done one wrong thing, the mark will be on him for the rest of his life, and he will not even be qualified as a human being in the end."
"I don't even remember his name because people just called him a thief."
"He is human!"
"It's a living person!"
"Why can they do this, why can they..."
"You can take this kind of thing for granted and regard it as justice."
Mira squatted down, hugging her knees. Henry walked to the side and stood in the moonlight, still saying nothing.
"Witches are a big threat, I know."
"This is a big, big risk, and I know it."
"The tension in my heart, the fear."
"Am I stupid?"
"Even she herself thinks this is a disaster, this is a bad thing, and it is wrong. But I am still here thinking like this and throwing such a childish tantrum."
"Am I being nosy?"
"But this is..."
"This shouldn't be like this between mother and child!!"
"I still remember my mother, teacher." Mira's voice suddenly softened in an instant.
"Even though she was gone when I was little, I still remember her."
"Life in Acasta is not a good one, especially as a Roan who is considered lowly and savage."
“We do twice or even three times the work of other people, but we get less than half the pay.”
“Every winter, it’s especially difficult.”
"I often got sick when I was a child. I always had various problems because of insufficient nutrition. When winter comes, I also tend to have fevers and coughs."
"My parents' salary from work is already stretched thin, and they have to raise a child. If they want to be with me, they can't go to work, and if they want to go to work, they can't be with me. Besides, I get sick every winter. , the cost of seeking medical treatment makes them even more stressed."
"But my mother never complained in front of me once."
"She was smiling until the end."
"Ya Sakuroisia."
"That's what she called me." Mira raised her head and looked at Henry, with tears in the corners of her eyes.
"My treasure."
"I was obviously just a drag, but she never hated me."
"I caused them so much trouble, so much pain, that maybe they wouldn't even be alive now if I hadn't been here."
"But she never complained."
"You are my treasure, my mother always said this. No matter how difficult life is, I will never lose my way if you are here."
"As long as you are here, I will always come back to this home."
"Even though it's damp, dark and cramped here."
"Mom, you're a liar." She buried her face in her arms.
"Orno too."
"That must be the case."
"That's her baby."
"No matter what, she wants to seize the last happiness, forcing her to do this kind of thing, it is true."
"She's in enough pain as it is."
"They are both in pain!" Mira suddenly shouted, and there was a slight sound in the bushes behind her. Henry glanced at it from the corner of his eye, but did not speak, and still stayed with her quietly.
"I can't pretend that I understand any of Horno's pressure and pain. I can't understand how hopeless it would be to have such a result after experiencing so many expectations of beauty."
"But this is wrong, they are wrong, and so is Horno himself!"
"No matter how things become, she should not deny the beauty she once had!"
"She should not deny her love and happiness."
"She shouldn't deny the existence of her daughter."
"She still loves her!" Mira said loudly, but the first one in these words did not seem to be referring to Horno.
"she is not."
"It's not what everyone denies."
"I understand because I was in her shoes that day when my mother never came back."
"How many times have I guarded the door and refused to sleep or eat because I was worried that I wouldn't be able to open the door in time when they came back? I was worried that I would be busy saying goodbye when my mother called 'my little Mila, my baby' again. thing and didn’t hear about it.”
"How many times have I cried myself to sleep at night and then woke up because of the cold, only to find that my house was dark and empty and no one was there."
"She's not pure evil."
"she is not."
"There's something good in it."
"A pure product of love and hope cannot be like this, cannot be what they say it is."
"She is obviously crying," Mira said.
"Alone."
"Alone, crying alone."
"This is not how it should be."
"The relationship between a mother and her child shouldn't be like this."
"Don't deny it."
"Don't deny it."
"If you think to yourself that there is no longer anything good or anything worth hoping for..."
"Don't give up on your children..."
"Don't leave her alone."
She lowered her head, her shoulders twitched slightly, and finally said nothing more.
The silence lasted for about two minutes.
There was no sound of insects or wind. Except for the fact that Xifink, which was obscured by dark clouds and lost its brightness, was still shining quietly, everything was as silent as the Dead Sea.
"...Don't you say something, teacher." Mira still buried her head and said muffledly through her arms.
"What I want to say." Henry sat next to her: "Didn't you already say it?"
He reached out his hand and rubbed the other person's white hair.
"you're not wrong."
"Stick to your own will."
“A free heart is a good thing, don’t be influenced by other people’s opinions and always be yourself.”
"..." Mira was silent for a moment, and Henry raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?" he asked.
"...Orno, also said something similar." She said, and then suddenly took a deep breath, although she still buried her head.
"call--"
"I'll be alone for a while and then go back to the camp." Mira said, and Henry said softly "Hmm" and stood up.
He walked slowly towards the place that was glowing with orange fire. His leather boots made a swishing sound on the dead leaves. Then when passing by a bush, the sage stopped.
"..." The elf and him looked at each other, but neither of them spoke. Henry continued to walk towards the camp.
There was silence, leaving only the elf standing in the darkness.
"Are you crying...?" She said in a voice that only she could hear, and her eyes fell on a dead and black sunflower under the moonlight.
The wind picked up.
It was still rocking gently.
As if he had never died.
