My Heroic Life

Tears dripped and shattered on the withered legs. Joan still remembered Roland’s words that Hestia was dead, but her body remained unchanged. The most likely thing is that this aging is irreversible. .

"Lan, will you leave first?"

"Hey?"

"If you can, I hope you can find Captain Drake for me."

"Drake? What are you..."

"I don't want to, I don't want you to see who I am now."

"amount."

Roland whispered, his body stopped for a long time, and finally nodded as if he had figured out something.

"Really, that's the case. Are you afraid that I will dislike you who are getting old?"

"...I didn't mean that, I, I know you don't think that way."

"No, I will."

"Hey?"

Joan asked in disbelief. She suspected that she had heard it wrong, but Roland said without hesitation:

"No one cares about this kind of thing. To say that you don't care is nothing more than comforting words. Even if you say so, you will never think so in your heart."

"The love of beauty is common to everyone, and it becomes old and ugly, and naturally it will greatly affect the senses in the hearts of others, so the ending of a love story has so much chaos and end."

Roland was talking as if chatting, every word pierced the girl's heart like a sharp knife, but what Joan couldn't deny was that he was telling the truth.

The old girl’s tears rolled in her eyes, she lowered her head and smiled, enduring the pain in her heart and said:

"Yes, indeed, Lan, you are right."

"So I won't say that I don't dislike that..."

The man walked up to the girl and stretched out his hand to caress her chin and lifted the girl's cheek as if he had met for the first time.

"I will not leave you alone. If you want to grow old, then I am willing to accompany you."

Joan's tearful eyes widened uncontrollably when she saw the man clearly. What appeared in front of her was not a young man who had just been energetic, but an old man who was equally old and wrinkled.

"My body is my soul. After all, my appearance and age are just customized by me."

"In addition, I am already very old, maybe this look is more suitable for me, maybe, how about it, dislike me?"

The old man finished speaking, and smiled at the old woman, but Joan, who had tears in his eyes, collapsed at the moment he looked at Roland’s old face, and finally hugged him and started crying. , But unlike before, the tears are warm and touching.

"You, you...oh, oh, ahhhh."

"Okay, okay, finally crying."

The old man smiled bitterly while holding Jeanne, he stroked her back to calm her down, but the girl in his arms couldn't stop her tears, and the cry was getting louder and louder.

However, what Roland didn't know was that the feelings in the heart of Joan, who was crying in his arms, were fading away from the soft shell, and quickly grew strong in his tears.

Joan held Roland's thin hand, and already understood what she got at this moment. The girl's heart was no longer lost. There was only one thought in her mind --- grow old together, never separate.

Chapter 60—The Kiss of Determination

In the ruins, Roland, who was already gray-haired, held the crying Joan slowly and calmed down her emotions. After a long time, the blonde-haired old woman's emotions gradually eased. Roland saw this and said with a smile:

"Why, crying enough?"

"Well, I won't avoid you anymore."

"That's good, then I'm almost ready to try to end this state of old age."

"Hey? Lan! Can you change it back?"

Joan raised her head in the man's arms, and asked hopefully, Roland smiled bitterly.

"Although I haven't encountered this situation before, but...I still have some clues."

"That is?"

"Jan of Arc, have you heard of the Golden Apple?"

"The golden apple is the one in Greek mythology that caused the war..."

"That's true, but I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the golden apple in Norse mythology."

Roland talked to the pondering Joan about Eden, the goddess of youth in the myth, and the golden apple she is in charge of keeping the gods young. Legend has it that the gods of Asgard rely on golden apples to maintain their youth. For a period of time, Eden was captured by the mountain giant, and the golden apples were out of stock. As a result, the gods almost died of old age, causing a lot of panic.

"But where is the product of this myth?"

"Well, I actually got it before."

"Hey?"

Roland scratched his cheek and thought of the past in silence.

It was a dark and windy night for a month, and the chief judge of the trial court, Roland, rushed into the base area of ​​the cultists with bitterness and hatred, and then found that they were gathering together to eat fruit.

.......

The scene was very embarrassing for a time. The judges were full of question marks, stuck at the door, unable to advance or retreat, and they passed questioning and innocent eyes to each other.

"You told me this is a cultist?"

"This house number...yes."

Fortunately, the enemy took the lead in the attack, which made the Tribunal team relieved. The end result was that all the cultists were knocked to death by Roland. During the chaotic battle, there were few fruits left in their hands. When the scene was cleaned up afterwards All fell into Roland's hands.

"In fact, the golden apple is also a kind of curse, which can be regarded as a curse to maintain youth, and Hestaya's curse of aging should be its reverse application. I have analyzed the principle, so I am a little sure."

"Well, then, please start."

Joan looked at Roland's aging face in front of him, and leaned in his arms and smiled softly.

"Regardless of the result, I am already satisfied."

"Ok?"

Roland was stunned when he heard the words, but Joan closed his eyes and did not explain at all. The man refocused his mind on the structure of the memory spell, he stretched out his hands and hugged Joan, and then the two of them began Exudes a faint light.

In the light, Roland plunged his mind into the soul of the girl in his arms, starting from the curse in the foundation of the soul, and revising it backwards. The eternal youth curse from the golden apple in Nordic mythology was carved one by one, and with the curse of aging and the curse of youth As one ebb and flow, Joan's body began to change.