Illimitable Until Death

“Sweetie... Sweetie Mask?! ”

Searchy shouted out.

What are you talking about?

Searchy's kind of in a hurry.

However, the Sweetheart Mask raised one hand and stopped Cicci, as if no one was allowed to question his claim, and his gaze simply stayed in the square.

But as if she hadn't heard the sweetheart mask, her expression was still calm.

Sylvia was the only one who couldn't help but frown.

In this case, sweetheart, the mask has spoken.

“Often people ask me what it takes to be a hero. ”

Sweetheart, the mask is like being interviewed, closing your eyes and saying it with a condescending attitude.

“There are many answers to this question, and I have also answered many of them, such as the need for a heart eager for peace, with the spirit of courage to face difficulties, or with the strength to solve any catastrophe, the answer is truly all-encompassing and simply cannot be fixed on special occasions. ”

“One of these many answers, however, can be identified. ”

Sweetheart, the mask opened its eyes and looked directly into the square.

“That is to say, there must be justice that can confront all evils. ”

“This is the hero. ”

Speaking, sweetheart, the masked eye burned a certain emotion.

That emotion, it's called obsession.

Still, it's stuck to a bit of a deviation.

“Fang Lijun, you are not qualified to be a hero.” Sweetheart, the mask says so with no hesitation: "For in your eyes I see no insistence on justice and no resentment for evil, as if there were ever more tragedies before you, you could just walk over a body falling from the ground without seeing it. ”

“Ruthless. ”

“Cold. ”

“That's you. ”

Sweetheart, the mask is whispering.

“Therefore, you cannot be the messenger of justice, let alone the hero who carries it out to the end. ”

The chopping off of the iron makes the atmosphere in the entire meeting room a little more dangerous.

Searchy had to swallow a sip, his heart was sweating in darkness, he didn't dare to intervene, he had to do it in a hurry.

Sylvia's eyebrows grew deeper and deeper, but she ignored the theory of a sweetheart mask and simply turned her eyes in the direction.

The square is the focus of all, with the eyes of all, the face remains the same.

Because, sweetheart, the mask is not wrong.

“You're right, I can't really be a hero, let alone a hero. For someone like me, the two words are nonsense in themselves, and it's not my turn to use them. ”

Honey, the masked view is bluntly acknowledged.

However, the square still looks at the sweetheart's face and smiles suddenly.

“It's just, Mr. Advisor, you don't think you're an executor of justice, do you? ”

The speech in the square made Sweetheart's masked eyes slightly move.

“What?” said the sweetheart mask sarcastically, "Don't you think I deserve to be a hero? ”

“I didn't say that.” It's faint to say, "If a hero is a man who confronts evil, then you are no doubt a hero. ”

“But...” he said, laughing and not laughing: "If that means that justice is the ultimate hero, Mr. Advisor, I must tell you. ”

“You, are not the doer of justice. ”

Even if you don't need to know the original book, you can sense the nature of the man in front of you.

Just as the sweetheart mask sees its heart in the eyes of the cube.

Fong, you can also see something in this man's eyes.

It's a hatred for evil.

“Should I call you jealous and vengeful? Or is there a dark shadow in your eyes?” I glanced at the sweetheart's face and said calmly: “In your eyes, I can see that you have a tremendous hatred for all the evils in the world, but that is definitely not justice. ”

“If a city is destroyed in front of you, you will have the idea of being" given away again by those hateful evil people "instead of" I'm going to save everyone here ". ”

“So you're just hating the existence of evil, not the kind of justice that wants to save the world. ”

“You are not an executor of justice. ”

“You are nothing but an evil paranoid. ”

As the voice dropped, the atmosphere on the scene had become cold.

Honey, the smile on the face of the mask disappeared for the first time.

Staring closely into the eyes of the square, emerges an unprecedented sharpness.

Side by side, Sidki was already sweaty and frozen in the cold atmosphere of the scene.

As a result, only Sylvia understood what was said in the square and looked at the sweetheart mask.

This man must have been traumatized in the past, right?

Perhaps it was the family that was killed in front of them.

That's probably where the weirdos destroyed the shelter.

So, sweetheart, the mask hates evil.

However, that alone is not justice.

True justice must go beyond confronting evil and saving innocent people.

Genuine justice should not be limited to hatred for evil, but must also be determined to salvage everything.

So, sweetheart, the mask is just a hero.

Also, can only be a hero.

With that in mind, Sylvia said the same thing.

“I also disagree with your statement.” Sylvia sighed, “Perhaps, as you said, there is no insistence on justice and no resentment for evil, and the greater tragedy befalls him, and he can walk blindly from the body that fell on the ground, but it does not mean that he can ignore it. ”

Sylvia comes up with many examples at this point in time.

For example, Intix.

The young girl, who was once bound by British puritanism, wearing a collar and unable to gain her freedom, could only escape in one year's memory and regarded her destiny as a forbidden bibliography as her very surviving meaning, was saved by the recipe.

Mitsuka, for example.

The young lady, desperate for the Evolution of the Absolute Capable, also lived back in the sun in the meddle of her own business.

And, bee prayer.

Had it not been for the Square, the Queen of the Standing Plate would have been lost in insanity and even killed by a group of usurped guns.

And why didn't Sylvia herself get rescued and recover her mother's benefactor?

To think of it, Sylvia looked into the square, like a gentle, heartbreaking word.

“He just sees too many tragedies, so it's just numb. ”

Sylvia's words, spread in this space.

And silenced the rest.

After a while, the honey mask sighed too.

“Looks like we can't understand each other. ”

So, sweetheart, face the square and smile.

That's provocation.

“Fight me. ”

The challenge is this sudden.

And when Cicci hadn't reacted yet, why did it turn out like this, it was a faint reply.

“Yes.”