The world doesn't need succubus to save

With deep blue eyes, Andrew sighed regretfully and indifferently:
"Despite our efforts to protect you, you will still die."

die--

"You like this will only be a complete burden to us, and will drag down the existence of the entire team."

"So, I have to discuss it with my teammates to see how..."

What Andrew said after that gradually became inaudible, and Eberron fell into a special state of trance.

die?
who will die
Yes……

it's me?

The slack pupils shrank suddenly, and Eberron suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth, and countless images suddenly flashed before her eyes.

hum-

There was a buzzing sound in his mind, and Eberron's consciousness began to become confused.

She sees a lot.

Eberron's eyes flashed the faces of everyone she met after she came to the front line of this battlefield.

And, the tragedy when they became corpses.

She saw their beginning and their end.

Eberron is the Recorder.

Her ability is to record, to record what she sees with her eyes, hears with her ears, smells with her nose...all the feelings.

Especially after becoming a fourth-order awakened person, her ability has been greatly improved, and she has further control over the ability of these memories.

This is an excellent ability for a conductor.

Eberron can record everyone's abilities and flaws, and through comparison and deployment, put them in suitable positions to maximize their abilities.

But at the same time, it's... a curse.

Miracles and magic never come without a price.

It is ironic for Eberron at this moment, the improved ability is also the price of this ability.

【can not forget】

Eberron could not forget anything.

She could even retroactively recall bits and pieces of her infancy if she wanted to.

But this is also relative.

Even though Eberron tried his best to delete those disgusting and miserable scenes in his mind, there was no way to do it.

She saw the deaths of all the soldiers and engraved them deeply in her heart.

So, she could only bear it.

From the confusion at the beginning to the fear later, as she saw more, the pressure in her heart amplified little by little.

With every passing day, every passing hour, and even every passing minute, her mental pressure continued to increase.

Like an hourglass that keeps passing, Eberron's sanity is spent in those pictures every minute and every second.

Eberron knew that her state was very wrong, she needed a chance to rest and breathe, but she couldn't stop at all.

Coming here as the Teton family, the "glory" of being a nobleman does not allow her to give up lightly, but this is not the most important point.

More importantly, Eberron couldn't let go of the fighters whose names and faces she wrote down.

If he was not there, the cold-blooded executioner who didn't care about anything would not care about it. He would just let the soldiers play freely and die in vain.

If his momentary respite caused those who believed in him to completely lose the opportunity to take another respite, then Eberron would surely collapse. …

So she is still holding on.

Swallowing a large amount of medicine to suppress it had some effect at the beginning, but later the medicine became less and less effective, and it made her gradually irritable and irritable.

She began to lose control of her emotions and easily lost control.

Eberron has reached the verge of losing control, and if she takes another step forward, she will completely fall into the abyss of madness.

She didn't give up on saving herself, so she presumptuously made that suggestion to Grand Duke Coldthorn.

Eberron not only wanted to save those people, but also wanted to save himself.

She already, really didn't want to see death anymore.

But she was denied.

Grand Duke Hanthorn directly shattered the courage she had accumulated with his indifferent eyes, and everything returned to the original point.

Eberron had already guessed that result, so he just locked himself in the room to vent.

And now, her value has been denied once again.

Being rejected by a peer, by a former clerk, by a small nobleman.

This time, she couldn't hold on anymore.

"I will die..."

anger……

"He is like this, and so are you."

Erupted.

Eberron raised his eyes and glared at Andrew, whose expression remained unchanged, with red eyes.

She was not overwhelmed by the indifference in his eyes, nor did she easily believe the other party's words.

The other party didn't know much about him, so what did he know based on this meeting?
Snapped!
Grabbing Andrew's collar with both hands, Eberron was weak but full of anger and screamed out the words that were suppressed to the extreme in her heart:

"What do you know!?"

Losing his composure and yelling at Andrew, Eberron wailed in pain like a beast driven to a desperate situation:
"Why do you deny my efforts! Haven't I done enough!?"

I have worked very hard, why can't you see it?

Have I pushed myself to this point?
What do you want me to do! ?

"You... do you want me to die?"

Is it that as long as I die, everything will be fine?

no, I can not.

Without the commander, those soldiers will only die more miserably, and maybe even the bones will not be left behind.

thump.

"What exactly do you want from me?"

Letting go of his right hand, Eberron hammered Andrew's chest feebly, in a hoarse voice:

"What is death, I don't understand... I don't want to understand at all!!!"

She closed her red eye sockets in pain, and tears continued to ooze from her eye sockets, dripping down.

"I... I! I just!"

"I just don't want them to sacrifice in vain..."

Can there be no more death?

You can stop dying in front of us, okay? .

Can you stop appearing in my world and die miserably?
"I just want this, what am I doing wrong?"

thump.

The hammering became weaker and weaker, and after venting, Eberron lost strength at his feet and fell limp directly.

Gently supported by Andrew before falling to the ground and gently put down, Eberron pressed his forehead against his shoulder.

Sobbing constantly, Eberron could no longer speak.

Under Lafaya's vigilant gaze, Andrew knelt on one knee in front of Eberron, and gently hugged her shoulder.

After hesitating for a moment, Andrew, whose expression was no longer indifferent, still gently hugged Eberron's shoulders after a moment of silence, whispering softly in her ear.

"You did nothing wrong."

Holding the clerk who looked strong on the surface but was actually thin in his arms, Andrew sighed silently.

"Just, you have to understand that no matter how we struggle, in the end..."

He said in a soft but sad voice:

"We're all going to die."

We are doomed to die.