The world doesn't need succubus to save

"Good afternoon, Ms. Eberron."

"Good afternoon, ma'am."

"good luck."

……

Eberron saluted every teenager who greeted him as he passed by.

She nodded slightly, and then continued to read on the lounge chair under the shade of the tree.

There are always casualties in war.

Behind the casualties are the broken families.

Even though the casualties in this battle were less than everyone thought, many people still gave their lives.

For the eternal existence of mankind, they sacrificed.

Parents fought as heroes, leaving behind a group of orphans of different ages.

It is true that they are descendants of heroes, but they are also a group of children who have lost their loved ones.

"It's just a group of kids..."

Averting his eyes from the book, Eberron looked at the teenagers passing by him.

This place is a welfare institution after the war, or to put it more bluntly... this place is an orphanage.

Children who lost their loved ones due to various reasons return briefly.

Eberron is now in charge here.

It's hard to imagine that the deputy commander of a war zone would end up as a volunteer teacher in an orphanage, and it's even more impossible to add her status as a silver lady.

But speaking now, it's not hard to imagine, because...

Gently closing the book, she exhaled slightly, and said to herself with a low smile:

"There is no silver glory anymore."

The glory of silver...

The blood she was once proud of turned into depraved and dirty black blood in the end.

Eberron knew the truth.

The Silver Council was not destroyed by the attack of some extraordinary creature.

It was destroyed by "him".

Resentment?
"All of this is your own fault."

They are the ones who betrayed, and they are the ones who get punished, which is very reasonable.

"It's just that even if I know they made a mistake, I still..."

She lowered her head, covering her expression with a shadow.

"They will be missed."

Sinners should be cast aside, but relatives are different.

They have the same blood.

Even though she knew there was no reason for this, she still wanted to give them a chance to reform themselves.

She was very sad, but there were no tears in her eyes.

Tears have been shed, and sinners don't deserve tears.

She knows.

She knows it all.

"........."

Hey.

Just when tears were about to fall, Eberron suddenly felt warm, and a woolen coat was put on her shoulders.

"……thanks."

Putting down his coat, Andrew shook his head slightly, and sat beside Eberron without opening his mouth.

Neither question nor comfort.

Just quietly accompany her by her side, waiting for her emotional stability.

I don't know how long it took, but when the sky began to darken, Eberron suddenly said:
"He was cruel."

Andrew: "..."

Eberron held his coat tightly and whispered:

"The tree is decayed from the inside out, and there is no way to fix it by simple means."

"So, he cut down the tree."

"And then let the branches come in handy for the last time."

"Burning as fuel for a new world."

His brows were slightly frowned, but Andrew didn't say anything, he just stood up quietly, ready to leave silently.

And just before he took a step, Eberron continued:

"But he's not that cruel either."

Eberron raised his head, looked at the group of children who were cleaning the room while carrying buckets, showing a complicated smile.

There was sadness in that smile, but more hope.

"It is only the trunk that rots, but the seeds are innocent."

"He left the seeds."

what is hope

Children, is hope.

Looking down at Eberron, Andrew asked in a low voice:
"Do you hate him?"

resentment?

"how come."

"I have nothing but gratitude in my heart."

Standing up, Eberron closed her eyes, leaned her head gently on Andrew's chest in front of her, and whispered:

"It's just that I don't dare to see him."

What kind of identity should I face him?

Is it resentment that he killed those nobles?
Or grateful that he let those kids go?

Or... as a friend?

"So, let's go away for now."

Time will heal the scars.

Let's wait until this injury heals a bit...

"...Well, I will accompany you."

There was some hesitation, but in the end Andrew hugged this thin body into his arms.

"Until you're ready."

……

……

"Sophie!"

"Don't come here!"

"Come here again... I will!"

Half-naked, Anthony looked exhausted and weak, walking towards the window with trembling legs.

"I'll jump from here! Let everyone see how cruel you are!"

Oh shit!

Isn't it just that you didn't go home on time? As for torturing me like this! ?

As for it! ! ?
"Honey, what are you doing?"

Wearing a thin quilt, Sophie frowned and stopped, raised her eyebrows and asked:

"You can't do it?"

That's it?

Stirred by this look, Anthony wanted to express on the spot that it was impossible for him to fail.

How can a man say he can't do it?
"How could it be impossible for me!? I... Uh, no, no, no, I specified that I can't do it!"

It's really not going to work.

If you go any further, the cow will die from overwork!
"I really jumped!"

As he said that, Anthony stepped up and climbed towards the window, as if he was really forced to jump out.

"Tsk!"

Smacking her lips openly, Sophie looked at her useless and disgraceful husband, and finally did not drive him to a corner.

This height is nothing, he will definitely not die.

But, shame, a fucking shame!

Anthony can be shameless.

But she, Sophie Jaslin, could not afford to lose this man.

"You know how important children are to us right now, right?"

"Grandfather now has this condition for our marriage, and let a child inherit the surname [Fira]."

His lips moved, but Anthony still whispered:
"I know, children are very important, but..."

But you can't treat me like an animal... can you?
Just as he was protesting with little confidence, he heard a voice like the sounds of nature.

It was a sigh.

Sophie shook her head as if giving up, and said helplessly:

"Since you've asked for this... okay, let's come here today."

"real!?"

Anthony turned his head in surprise, and was about to ask for details, but the smile on his face froze.

!!!

He saw a pair of sneering faces.

"Looks like you're doing fine."

And in this trance, Anthony suddenly felt something was put on his ankle.

?

Lowering his head, he saw a thick chain obviously mixed with mithril, which was firmly locked on his left ankle.

???

wow-

And when he was in a trance, he suddenly noticed a silver light flying out of the window from above his head.

At the last moment, Anthony saw the shape of the silver light clearly.

But he would rather not see it clearly, at least he still has some thoughts.

That's a key...

"Do not--"

Hula la la!

The chain stretched straight, causing Anthony to fall forward.

"what!!!"

thump.

It didn't hurt, but the despair in his heart made Anthony collapse.

It’s over.

When the special high-heeled shoe stepped on his back...

he knows.

Now, he's a big tree about to lose all his seeds.

"……Ruined."

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