"Luckily, I was helped and generously cared for by Almeida. But you're happy or unhappy because you're wounded and dying - and your talent as a magician has blossomed with enormous magic."
For Jared, who was physically and mentally underdeveloped, immense magic was only a poison to erode.
I don't understand what Almeida thought when she spotted Jared's talent, but she encouraged him to be a disciple, didn't intend to go, and accepted him because he wanted power more than anything else. One of the reasons I didn't reject her for trying to force me to be my apprentice half the time, but I appreciate what you did to make me strong.
From there, resentment toward his father, what happened in the institution, and training so hard that he didn't have time to think of Luther began.
During Setouchi, whether he lived or died, he definitely built on his strength one by one.
Sometimes I remember motherhood in Almeida, who tenderly nursed Jared to fall asleep feeling ill, and Jared's mind, initially contemplating using it to get stronger, embraced her little by little.
But the stronger I get, the closer I get to Almeida, the more I start to wonder if I can stay this way.
And Jared will inadvertently take action.
Suddenly he stopped training and tried to return to the King's Capital. I meet a clear storm on that road.
Returning to the Wang capital was no match, but with the help of a clear storm I was able to get all the information I needed.
Fighting a clear storm allowed me to realize that I didn't think I'd become a strong man, but I had the power to fight.
Being brought back to Almeida, it was again - an internment facility - that left for her.
Jared boarded alone to help him when he found out that the facility was illegal and that Luther, who had strayed from himself, was in captivity.
The attacking enemy killed relentlessly. The enemy who once pushed himself hurt him until he begged for his life before letting him suffer and kill him. You cared for the bystanders, but all the guards who tried to kill them if you ran away also killed them equally.
The disturbance caused by Jared triggered a riot, killing each other, taking away and virtually destroying the facility.
When a lord found out there was an illegal facility in the territory, he captured and pleaded not guilty to anyone who ran the facility, and what Jared did never came to light.
But Jared cried that it was too late for the lack of Luther he wanted to save.
"I still regret not being able to save my brother's like-minded Luther. How could I not turn to help sooner? Why, more - there's no day you don't think so."
Until I got Luther's info, I was just trying to think he escaped as safely as I did, and regret is strong.
Jared decided to return to the King's Capital without returning to Almeida. To find Luther's mother.
But returning to the King's Capital was also risky. Maybe the father will try to accommodate himself somewhere again. Regardless, I also thought that I was going to do everything I could to resist and in the worst case, kill them.
At the same time, it gave rise to the suspicion that maybe my grandparents had sided with my father, relying first on the Church of Mages.
Everyone in the association staff stopped Jared, who appeared pretentious and took on the highest-ranked Feilong herd crusade. I was asked to wield their cessation, and everyone thought Jared was dead - coming back without one scratch.
Jared showed his strength to the Mage Church and proved himself to be a worthy mage to them. It's a cheap way, but I was so happy to reunite with my grandparents because I was able to get a back shield, even if it was thin, that I clapped it out despite getting ready before.
If you ask me, they said it was a father's rampage, and my grandparents were looking for me about Jared.
He heard that his father had also done a proper job, and he didn't even know where to put him. I heard that I thought only to the extent that I would go far in order not to meet face to face, and needless to say, it was even more frightening.
He laughed unintentionally because the facility where Jared was housed was illegal, destroyed the other day and his grandparents, of course, were surprised by the fact that the person responsible was acquitted, even his father.
From the wishes of his grandparents, though face-to-face with his father, that much wishful vengeance vanished when he saw him distorting his face at random. I didn't forgive my father, I didn't feel sorry for him. All Jared could think of was his father as something he didn't care about.
"I then also enrolled in the Royal School at the request of the Church as a magician for about a year to this day. And I met you, Olivier."
Olivier has no words for Jared, who briefly spoke of the events of one street.
Because I couldn't even assume that I was experiencing such a blank year or more that I couldn't look into it.
Olivier thought he was having a hard, hard time. I'm not going to brag about my misfortune, but I feel a strong anger that it's time for mothers and children to be targeted for their lives, and why we didn't think of it once or twice.
But at the same time Olivier was suffering, I learned that Jared was having another hard time.
I even remember regretting saying I couldn't and listening to the past. On the other hand, there were myself who would be glad to know about him.
"I'm sorry...... you remind me of something hard. I'm so sorry for my selfishness."
"I have nothing to worry about. I did have a hard experience. But the fact that I met Luther, that Almeida saved me and raised me as a magician, is an important treasure to me."
Olivier's chest ached on Jared smiling gently.
Sure, Jared is flat out, but it hasn't been a year since the beginning of things, and it's only been about a year since he came back to King's Capital.
I just didn't show it, and I knew right away that I was imposing it.
It's also a kind of self-defense instinct to be smiling. Olivier knows that as long as he laughs, he's still fine, he can think he's okay.
"I'm still looking for Luther because I don't think he's dead. We haven't even found the body, so there's hope."
"I hope you find it. If there's anything I can do to help, don't hesitate to tell me. I can help you."
"Thank you. But, Olivier, you must be disappointed.
"Huh?"
Olivier overhears the sudden inquiry.
Jared mocked himself. When he grinned,
"I've killed a lot of people. The reason is revenge. No matter how much I wanted to help my friends, I couldn't contain my emotions when I saw the person that once made me hurt and let my anger kill me. Such a murderer wants to protect you, Olivier. Honestly, I wonder which mouth..."
"Jared!
I vandalized my voice to my fiancée, who could mock herself everywhere if I let her go.
Jared, who had a demeaning grin on himself, turns his eyes round to Olivier's shout-out.
When I sandwiched him in that gap, punching him, making a noise and slapping him on the cheek with both hands, I slowly brought my face closer - momentum well recoiled on, then let him eat his head poke.
"- No."
"... it hurts. No, no, no."
Olivier squatts on the spot in tears against Jared, who doesn't look painful against him.
I want to yell at this stonehead, but I can't even speak out because of my badly painful forehead.
"Oh, Olivier?
I get up and stare in tears wondering if it's something to lose to Jared who's confused.
Olivier promised Almeida.
When you love Jared, who has crushed his possibilities by being engaged to himself. I'm not going to pull it off to this extent because I'm going to be a wife any time soon.
"Jared Murphy. You did kill someone. It's never something to be proud of. But stop despising yourself."
"But..."
"Just shut up. I'll still be talking to you!
"Yes."
"You fought for your friends. I'm sorry about the results, but that's not Jared's fault. You just did what you had to do. I'm late for help because I was injured and needed help. If you're strong from the beginning, if you realize it quickly, what assumptions don't exist?"
And Olivier hugs Jared tightly with both arms.
"That was tough. You've worked very hard. I can't tell you all about your spiciness, but I sincerely think - thank you for living."
"Olivier, Sama"
"I'm glad you didn't die. It's good to see you like this. I've had a hard time, so be happy."
Jared, who was just being hugged, touches Olivier and puts his strength into his arms.
"Turn forward. Thou hast protected me. You saved your mother and Trane. Without you, we might still have been frightened by an invisible enemy. Maybe he was dead by now."
So I get a lot happier, and Oliver tells me gently.
Tell him I love him from the bottom of my heart and kiss him softly on the forehead.
"Thank you, I'm glad I found out about you"
After Olivier's warm thoughts, Jared shed the tears he had endured ever since he couldn't help his friend.