Emenas, Library Tower.
This is the largest library in the academy. Not only students from Tower Academy, but also students from other academies come here to read books.
It was already night, and the reading room was peaceful. The flame in the fireplace burned quietly, with only the occasional tiny popping sound reminding the few students in the room that the flame was still not extinguished.
As it got dark, most of the students reading here went back to rest, and only a few stayed here.
Some students prefer to read in the library rather than borrow books back to their dorms because it's quieter, they won't be disturbed, and it's easier to change books. Sometimes, when writing, they need to look up a lot of material, and borrowing books back to their dorms can be inconvenient.
In a corner of the reading room, a young man with wine-red hair sat at a desk, one side of his body slightly warmed by the fire. He held a pen in his hand, occasionally writing and drawing on the thick light brown paper, making a rustling sound. Sometimes he would frown, as if he was thinking hard, then sigh and give up, put the book down, and stare blankly for a while.
Whenever he was daydreaming, a figure who was also reading a book on the other side of the reading room would unconsciously attract his attention.
The young girl was also sitting in the corner of a desk reading a book, with a soft blanket draped over her knees, covering her body. The girl had hazy silver hair and a pair of blue eyes under her long eyelashes, as tranquil as a lake.
She seemed to be flipping through some historical books, but she was not reading very quickly. The thick book was spread out on the table in front of her, and as she turned the pages, it made a slight friction sound.
As the night deepened, fewer and fewer people entered the reading room, until finally only three people remained.
Perhaps tired of reading, the wine-red-haired young man walked out of the reading room, passed the library's internal circular staircase, and came to a ventilated balcony.
Looking at the campus under the night sky, the scattered orange lights on the ground are like little stars. Occasionally, some students fly by at low altitude and shout happily.
Looking at the scenery before him, the young man's mind gradually calmed down, and the fatigue of thinking these days was relieved. After staying for a while, he returned to the reading room again and flipped through the classics that described the deeds of great men, trying to find something from them.
The pen in my hand once again diligently writes and records in the notebook, and time passes slowly.
By midnight, the other two people in the reading room, the girl was still reading, while the other one was lying on the table and breathing slowly. Fortunately, the sound was not loud, about the same as the flame in the fireplace.
After flipping through many pages, the young man gradually felt a sense of loss and put the book down again. This time he did not go out again, but looked at the fireplace beside him, slightly dazed, and the firelight in his sight gradually blurred.
In the hazy consciousness, everything seemed to have returned to the distant past.
It was a warm summer.
He took the small wooden sword that his father had carved and played not far from home, running around and chasing dragonflies and butterflies.
He would leap high and drop, placing his foot on the rough bark and grabbing hold of the outstretched branches, swinging through the air just because it was fun.
Occasionally, when playing with other friends, he also wants to be a great hero, eliminate the big bad guys who are wreaking havoc on the world, and then save the world.
He never thought about why he did this, just because it was awesome and cool, and it made every cell in his body feel excited and happy.
Hahaha, I am the hero who punishes evildoers! I cheer like this when playing with my friends, and I never get tired of it.
Even though he sometimes gets dirty and gets scolded by his mother when he gets home, he still does it.
Is there anything more exciting than being a hero in this world? Of course not, he has always believed so.
For this reason, he desperately sought swordsmanship from his father and went running every day. As a hero, he couldn't be slow because many people were waiting for him.
Time passes slowly, and the child in my memory grows up slowly.
Everything seemed strange and uncomfortable.
He once thought his father was omnipotent, but he was just a bodyguard, not a great job. Although he had mastered martial arts and strength, becoming the best among his friends, he didn't know who to defeat with his sword.
If there is no target to swing the sword against, then what is the point of exercising?
If you want to be a hero, you must defeat some bad guy or villain, and then the world will become a better place.
But who is the bad guy?
Was it some country thug? He had already taught that kind of person a lesson.
Was it the wild boar from the neighboring village that broke through the fence? That creature was merely prey, and even if it were defeated, it wouldn't bring about any fundamental changes.
Are they those who bully others at will? Such people are indeed bad guys, and he must be the defender of fairness and order.
Thus several more years passed.
He discovered that absolute fairness does not actually exist. Those who come from wealthy families, are good-looking, or are particularly eloquent can receive some preferential treatment.
Teachers will favor a good-looking student, adults will give extra benefits to those who are sweet-talkers, and when doing odd jobs, the boss will give more money because of your father's fame.
He himself was a beneficiary of this environment. Just like what his peer said, because his father was the captain of the guard, his family was wealthy, and he had good teachers to guide him, he could easily defeat those students from ordinary families on the field.
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