People in Mond, arrogant sun, not hated

The sun appeared in front of me.

That's you, Mr. Hermes.

You easily wiped out those monsters and saved me in the dark.

And even, you so easily cured the curse that I thought would accompany me for the rest of my life, and made me experience the feeling of running for the first time, and the cured body also made my parents finally agree to my dream in joy.

Such a great kindness, I will never forget it.Every day I dream of you in my sleep, I naturally fell in love with you who are as dazzling as the sun, so I couldn't bear to write this letter.

I know that Mr. Elmes may not know me, and I haven't left you with a deep enough memory, but even so, I still want you to know this heart, and know that there is a girl in this world who likes you.

So even if Mr. Hermes refuses this request, I will not give up.I will work hard to improve myself and become a better look, and one day you will be able to feel this heart.

It was you who made me understand a truth, that is——

As long as you continue to live, good things will happen sooner or later.

Sun, you are my god.

— Rosa Kanian

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Elmes silently read the first love letter he received in his life, and it was also the most special one.

Because he needs neither a reply nor an answer.

The person who wrote the letter has passed away from this world.

He folded the letter back into the pink girly envelope, then looked up and said to her parents.

"I see, I will attend the funeral, but before that, can I answer a question?"

"Well, please tell me?"

Elmes was silent for a few seconds and spoke.

"What was the cause of her death?"

He was also answered by a long silence.

After a few seconds.

The voice trembled.

"When she climbed the cliff to pick flowers and plants, she encountered a turbulent flow of rock elements that was rare in a century. The body was only found two days after the incident."

Elmes closed his eyes silently after listening.

It turned out to be the case.

Cripples can't climb rocks...

Chapter 356: Feelings are occasionally missing, right?

I regret it.

There was a gloomy drizzle in the sky, making the surrounding air cold and humid, and when this atmosphere mixed with the cries of the family members, it would give rise to endless irritability and hazy feelings.

Elmes looked up at the cloudy sky above his head with a blank expression, standing in the crowd without an umbrella, the red elemental force formed a film-like shield around him, evaporating the falling rainwater into wisps of white fog.

It is daytime.

As long as he wants to, he can make the surroundings clear up instantly at any time, but he can't do it.

Sad tunes are not suitable for echoing in the sunshine.

Looking at the nuns who were still chanting scriptures in the rain, blessings for the dead and false or real cries were constantly mixed together, like a distorted and messy movement.

This kind of thinking is disrespectful to the dead.

This kind of thinking is disrespectful to the grief of the family.

Such thinking is undoubtedly arrogant.

But...he really hated the funeral.

Hate their crying, hate this depressive atmosphere, hate this unsympathetic sadness.

People's sorrows and joys are not the same. It is obviously such a heavy cry, but he only feels it is noisy.

It had been a long time since he felt this kind of irritability and discomfort. The absolutely invincible power allowed him to eliminate almost all unfavorable factors that affected his mood, but it did not include the deceased who passed away with regret.

This is an established fact and cannot be changed.

He stepped forward and offered his own bouquet in front of the tombstone, but he had nothing to say.

"farewell."

All that was left was an empty blessing like a great read.

He turned to leave.

And at this moment, a pair of small palms suddenly tugged at the corner of his clothes.

A five or six-year-old girl raised her head, looked at those violet-like pupils, and said by chance.

"Big brother, don't you feel sorry for your sister?"

"...A little bit, are you her sister?"

Elmes could only choose to change the subject.

"Well, sister, she smiled very happily this month, and she kept talking about you. I've never seen her smile so happily before."

While talking, she handed a rolled up blueprint to Elmes.

"This seems to be a blueprint that my sister personally made for you, but it's useless to keep it, so you can accept it, big brother. My sister must think so too."

"Oh, thank you."

Elmes took it and looked at it, then raised his eyebrows and nodded in approval.

The design of this dress is not bad, it feels much better than the uniform armor he is wearing now, maybe if she can survive, she may really become a famous fashion designer in the future.

But at this time.

The little girl paused, and suddenly said something he didn't want to hear in the purest tone.

"Big brother, did sister die for you?"

"......"

The rain is still falling, and I still don't know when it will stop. It is obviously such a fragile rain.

He didn't answer.

He didn't want to express his cruel veto to a child, nor did he want to bear the weight of this inexplicable life.

Just in time, the rescuer came over and hugged the child who was watching him in his arms.

The old lady who met yesterday nodded her thanks for coming.

"I'm sorry, the child said something strange. Thank you, Mr. Elmes, for coming to the funeral of the child today. If this is the case, the child will be able to leave contentedly, right?"

Her tone was trembling, because even she knew it was impossible.

Ideals have not been realized, feelings have not been expressed, life has not bloomed, and flowers that wither before blooming, how can there be so-called satisfaction.

Elmes could only bend slightly towards her.

"Well, I hope so. I still have work to do in the afternoon, so I'm sorry."

The other side also bowed back.

"Okay, I wish you the best of luck."

Elmes turned around and stepped forward.

step.

two steps.

Three steps.

He stopped.

"sorry Sorry......"

"Mom, what's wrong?"

The voice came from behind him, the apology mixed with crying was mixed with the sound of rain splashing when kneeling on the ground, and the little girl's puzzled comforting voice was so ethereal.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Elmes, I know this matter has nothing to do with you, and I know I can't blame you, but even so, I still think... If you didn't show up, if you didn't heal her leg If so, does the child at least have a temperature now?"

She covered her face, tears fell from the gap along with the rain.

"I'm sorry...I still hate you."

Elmes listened in silence, then turned to look in the direction of the tombstone.

The half-white-haired old man sat in front of the tombstone without saying a word. He didn't know whether he was mourning or regretting that he had been too harsh on his daughter in the past, but no matter how he thought about it, everything about the living was meaningless to the dead. .

He sat silently, like a stone, but the rain kept falling on his face.

Elmes didn't answer.

He turned and walked grimly towards the exit.

Only a lonely and arrogant figure was left in the rain.

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"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah what!!!"

When she opened the door, she saw Ermes rolling around on the floor, and Yura tilted her head with a bewildered expression.

This was the first time she saw such a distressed expression from Elmes.

"Calm down, what's wrong?"

And when he narrated this shitty thing in detail, Yura also shut her mouth and fell silent.

"How should I put it...the sword of Wuwang."

"That's to say! It's not completely unrelated to me, but I can't do anything. I can only bear a bunch of negative emotions for no reason. "

Yura sighed reassuringly.

"It can only be said that the girl named Rosa is really unlucky. She has just started to change her life and suffered such a thing. You don't have to worry about it. After all, without you, she was eaten by slime even a month ago. Now, what happened after that has "nothing to do with you". This matter can only be said to be a prank of fate. "

Elmes looked up at the ceiling tiredly.

If possible, he would rather be stabbed in the street than suffer this kind of thing.

It can quickly crush the murderer to ashes, and the wound can be healed in an instant. Unlike the current mental sharp blade, it can directly break the defense and cause real damage.

"Also, through this time, I finally confirmed that I really hate people crying."

Sounds so depressing.

Yura took a sip of the hot tea on the table, sighed, and spoke.

"Tears are such a convenient thing that you can wash away the sadness and sadness in your heart. However, there are always some sorrows that cannot be washed away by tears. Therefore, a really strong person will laugh when he wants to cry more , holding all the sorrows and sorrows in my arms."

"Huh? Why do you suddenly say something that sounds reasonable, but even though I don't agree, it's natural to feel sad and cry, isn't it normal for those who don't cry even if their family members die?"

Yura rolled his eyes slightly.

"This is what my mother said to me before she left. At that time, she would convulse in pain every day when she was sick, but when she faced me and that guy, she still smiled. It was really amazing , that is the strength I vowed to work hard to achieve."

"Oh, that's right, that's why you have become such a cold and stubborn arrogant look now."

"What did you say?!"

"I didn't say anything~"

After chatting a few times, Elmes, who was finally in a better mood, looked up at the empty ceiling and muttered to himself.

"That said, but ah, things like falling in love with me without permission and then disappearing without permission......"

"It should not happen again in the future."

Chapter 357: Looking up at the stars, full of flowers