Ice Sword Mage Unites the World - The Boy, the world's most powerful magician, enrolls in the School of Magic

When I was talking to Ray, the tear glands loosened, so I turned my heel back and left. I can never show this tear to Ray.

I was called a hero in this Far East battle.

I didn't want to be a hero. I'm not fighting because I want to be recognized and I want to be praised. The desire for approval is secondary, and all are fighting for the King's people.

Talent comes with responsibility.

It was also a commandment against itself. By thinking so, I was able to keep tying myself up and face forward.

I thought I was much stronger.

I wonder if the appraisal from around me is that of a young, uninhabited genius. But it's just a virtual image. No... maybe there's no real self or a lying self.

Humans simply use their faces according to their time. It's a face I often see for others, but it's never a fake.

Including all those faces, they make up me.

"Phew...."

Breathe out and take a break from falling into bed.

Earlier, I was out because I just wanted to change my mood. I've been doing this a lot lately.

Because when I try to sleep, I really remember.

The screams, the anger of my people. Blood overflowing its limbs. The front line could be described as hell. But someone has to go through it.

Perhaps you can describe it as a human pillar.

My talent is too talented to be a pillar. I have no intention of losing in battle with my enemies. The more you fight, the more your senses are sharpened. Sharpen your heart, sharpen your soul, and grow stronger in proportion to it.

That was the hero, Lydia Einsworth.

Yes, that's fine with me.

I'll take on all the crying. That must be what I'm fighting for. I'm used to the death of my people. Human beings adapt. Even if your loved ones die next door the next day.

Sometimes I thought I was such a frustrator. But I didn't feel like I could save myself if I didn't.

It seemed like it was going into the dark all the time.

It just keeps running in a space that doesn't even have light.

There was Ray next door. Ray stayed with me the whole time. Honestly, the front line would have collapsed a long time ago without Ray and me. I couldn't do it alone, Ray. The two of us made it possible to fight this far.

……

Place your hands slightly overhead.

I think about Ray's future.

As a result, I was unable to wipe out the guilt of using Ray militarily. Wouldn't it have made you happier if you had grown up in a normal family without meeting me?

Shouldn't I have left it with a solid human, not with a hero like me?

There was something magically attracted to Ray. In my mind, I was right to control that ability... and I want to be right. That's why some magicians die swallowed up by their talents.

At the same time, I think about another possibility.

Grow up in a normal home and enjoy ordinary happiness.

Ray could have had such a future.

Ray changed decisively after Howard's death.

Howard... was a mood maker for the Special Selection Unit Astral. They always cared about everyone in the team, and I took care of them more and more. When Howard died, he shouted a strong word at Ray. Because I didn't think Ray could stand up anymore.

But I don't think Howard's dead in front of me. That night I cried until my tears withered. I shouted and killed him to mourn his death so that no one would ever see him.

Besides, it's not just Howard. Every time a comrade who got along on this battlefield dies, I shed tears while hiding alone. I'm sure this tear won't die forever. With that in mind, I was on my way to a new battlefield the next day.

When you're sadly fighting on the battlefield, you don't have to think about anything extra.

"Hey... am I really right? Is this the right way? I... I..."

He murmured, but nobody answered.

I understand.

It is not a process to determine correctness. Everything is the result. The results paradoxically determine the process. At first glance, I am a mass murderer. If you do it normally, you are nothing but a beast.

But with the cause of war, you can be a hero by the number of enemies you've killed.

But what kind of hero is this?

You think I'm such a hero?

"Ha... hahahaha! Ahahahahahahaha!!!

Laughs as if it's broken.

Ah... that's strange. Why did you say that?

It's impossible for me to be a hero. If you say so, you won't be a hero. You're just a stupid woman who can't divide killing people in the name of war. That's me.

Don't let emotions get in your way. Move rationally, think logically, and control everything rationally. That is the condition imposed on heroes. Heroes don't need emotions. All you need is merit.

Hey... it's me.

What did I look like when this war ended?

What kind of face should I send you every day?

It's not my routine anymore, like a routine without a fight. I'm dyed in this unusual environment. Where am I going?

Hey... tell me. Ray.

Ray... I don't know anything anymore.

"... let's get some rest. Tomorrow's battle...."

So I decided to get some sleep for the final game tomorrow.

I'm sure we'll know where we're going after this war.

Talent comes with responsibility.

Hey, what kind of responsibility do I have ─ ─?