Life Simulation: Let the Female Swordsman Regret for the Rest of His Life

A huge sadness filled the witch's heart.

More sad than the fallen leaves in autumn.

More sad than the afterglow of the setting sun.

Although she was in the hot scene of the surging flames, the witch with a huge void in her heart could only feel the cold and the suffocation of drowning.

She lost the meaning of existence and even lost her soul.

She was drowning in the ocean called despair.

She let her thoughts and reason continue to fall.

"It's all my fault... If I could come back faster..." She made such a sound, as if she was broken, staring blankly at the burning courtyard in the distance.

Her heartstrings broke, leaving only regret.

It hurt so much that she couldn't breathe, it hurt so much that she couldn't think.

The collapse from the heart completely overshadowed the injuries of the body.

At this moment, Krisa wanted to cry so much, but her eyes were still empty and lifeless, without any moisture.

The huge grief was completely trapped in her chest, repeatedly torturing her heart, letting the powerlessness and numbness spread to her limbs, and finally causing her to fall into endless self-blame.

"Why... I..."

"I can't even shed tears for my mentor..."

"What right do I, such an incompetent me, have to live?"

16-year-old Krisa knelt on the ground with dull eyes.

Her pupils trembled, and a look of pain flashed across her eyes.

She hugged her head tightly and banged it against the hard ground again and again, hating her emotionally defective body more than ever before.

Once, twice, three times, four times...

The witch continued to bang, as if she couldn't feel the pain.

Or, she deliberately used this way of torturing herself to replace the tears of sadness and dilute the self-blame and collapse in her heart.

But it was useless after all.

No matter what she did, the only important person in her heart would not come back.

When she realized this, Krisa stopped banging her head, blood dripped from her forehead, slid across the corners of her eyes, slid across her cheeks, and slid across her nose.

Finally, it gathered at her chin.

Like bloody tears, it slowly dripped onto the ground.

Finally, the despair overwhelmed the personality called "Krisa", causing her pale golden eyes to become dim.

That was not a description of the mental state, but a physical description.

The pale golden eyes turned black from the inside out, like a black hole that swallowed everything, swallowing up the original gold, as well as the girl's thoughts and mind.

Just disappear, just be silent.

It doesn't matter anymore...

A world without a mentor is meaningless...

The girl thought dully, kneeling and motionless, even if the fire spread towards her, she remained unmoved.

It could even be said that she was expecting the fire to swallow her.

But at this moment.

A palm appeared.

Separating the approaching scorching flames.

A large and warm hand appeared in front of the girl in a miraculous manner, not caring about the dirt and embarrassment, and helped the desperate Krisa up.

Along with it, there was an extremely familiar voice.

"What's wrong, Krisa?"

"Are you injured?"

"Get up first, I'll treat you."

The familiar voice awakened the self-enclosed consciousness.

Miracle, a miracle has appeared.

The witch raised her head blankly and looked at Xu Xi who appeared in front of her. Her half-gold and half-dark pupils trembled slightly, and she slowly regained her calm as if she had been redeemed.

Great, really great.

The mentor is safe and sound.

The broken heartstrings are reconnected, the soul is free from despair and recovers itself, and even the huge sadness trapped in the chest dissipates into the invisible with the breath.

There is no reason, no need for a reason, just because the "sun" reappears in front of me.

"... I'm fine, mentor."

As long as you are here, I won't have any problems.

Fearing that it was a dream, fearing that it was an illusion, with slightly trembling hands, he tightly grasped the palm of the man in front of him.

Unwilling to separate.

"This..." Xu Xi was a little silent.

Looking at Krisa's miserable appearance and the pair of strange eyes, he could not come to the conclusion that "it's okay".

Previously.

Xu Xi was practicing magic alone in the study.

The observer entry suddenly activated itself, allowing Xu Xi to detect the attack from the sky, so he activated the defensive magic in time and successfully protected himself.

Considering that Krisa was still outside, Xu Xi immediately flew to the market to look for her.

As a result, he searched for nothing.

In the end, he decided to return to the ruins of the courtyard to wait, and then he saw Krisa kneeling on the ground alone.

The wounds all over her body, the dirty bloodstains, and the relieved expression.

Everything shows.

Krisa had experienced beforeWhat happened.

"Buzz——", his palm glowed with light green, and Xu Xi used life magic to heal Krisa's injuries. Then, Xu Xi began to ask what happened. Krisa did not hide anything and told him everything.

Mistakenly thought Xu Xi was dead.

A person blamed himself and regretted in the ruins.

And the first action of seeing the fireball and stopping it.

Perhaps because Xu Xi was with her, the girl's face was no longer strange, and she returned to her usual calm and expressionless face.

But it was this attitude that made Xu Xi even more silent.

"Crackle——"

The surrounding flames were still burning fiercely, and the fire snakes hissed and coiled around the building, scorching the outer wall. From time to time, large mechanical equipment exploded due to overheating, creating even more frightening explosions.

In this strong firelight, in this billowing black smoke.

The witch's figure looked so tiny, her clothes were burned through by the flames, her body and limbs were full of small wounds, and her face was still full of despair and helplessness, which made people love her.

"Sorry, Krisa."

"I should have come earlier."

"It's my fault as a mentor to let you worry for so long."

Gently rubbing the witch's hair, and with gentle and delicate movements, he helped the witch wipe the blood off her face, and said apologetically.

He could have done better.

To avoid this crisis for himself and Krisa.

But Xu Xi underestimated the high-level people in Allenson. He could never have imagined that the purpose of those people leaving was to destroy the city.

Destroy the entire Allenson and the hundreds of thousands of residents living inside.

I can't figure it out.

I can't figure out what the benefit of doing this is.

It's really against common sense.

Wrong judgment brings wrong results. It was because Xu Xi didn't expect the city to be destroyed that he and Krisa were affected and had this series of twists and turns.

"It's okay, mentor," Krisa said, shaking her head gently.

She didn't care about anything else.

As long as Xu Xi came back to her and looked at her again, she would be satisfied.

This is the consciousness of being an "object".

If there are more ideas, if there is unnecessary willfulness, then the "object" is an invisible burden to the owner, and Krisa doesn't want to be a burden to Xu Xi.

Facing such a stubborn Krisa, Xu Xi had no good way, and could only take care of the girl in his own way.

He summoned a stream of water to help the girl wipe her face carefully, so that the blackened little face was restored to neatness.

During the whole process.

Krisa behaved very quietly.

Like a delicate porcelain doll, she let Xu Xi help her wipe her face.

The black smoke was wiped away, revealing a delicate face that had returned to whiteness.

Then, Xu Xi looked up at the sky.

He originally thought that the most important thing to leave Allenson City was to solve the supply problem on the way to other cities.

But now it seems that the difficulty lies in how to leave Allenson safely.

The overwhelming meteor shower attack is just the beginning. The aliens who emerged from nowhere and roared into Allenson are the real biggest problem.

"Orcs, goblins, pure-blooded demons, monsters..."

"What are those Allenson executives who have left planning to let the aliens attack their city?"