"Your disciple is right. It's impossible for a dead person to be resurrected. All of this is just wishful thinking on our part."

Rachel's smile was so forced that even Lucille didn't know what to say.

All she remembered was the scene of Rachel crying beside Dayun Lake.

"So...what are you going to do next?" she asked.

"Of course I'll be a good alchemist. Perhaps I should have done this a long time ago, but it's a little late now... I want to see my childhood dreams, and I also want to see his dreams back then, but I won't pursue that unattainable power anymore."

After hearing what Rachel said, Lucille felt quite happy for some reason.

Maybe in my heart, she is still the older sister who always cares about my clothes and living conditions. I bought myself the most beautiful clothes at that time, but I just don’t like that kind of clothes...

But those props are really good, and I still use them now.

Under Lucille's surprised gaze, Rachel reached out to help herself straighten the collar of her clothes that was messed up by the wind.

"It may be too late for me to think about this now, but you are different. You are still young. Don't let the things you do leave you with regrets like I did."

Suddenly, he leaned in close to Lucille's ear...

"Your disciple really does look like your mentor back then, but after thinking about it, even father and son can't have such similar or identical ways of speaking and styles. Maybe you were attracted to him for that reason, right?"

Pat on the shoulder.

“I don’t know if you will come back this time, but I will bless you.”

He watched Lucille return to the team, and then the entire Jagun team slowly passed by in front of him.

The outer roads of the capital have remained unchanged for decades...

The faces of the people walking back and forth have changed a lot.

"We can go now, Duncan."

She looked back at the carriage, where there was always someone sitting.