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Before he died, he rewinded his gaze and saw the dying faces of his comrades. Some of them he witnessed with his own eyes, some he only received battle reports from, and most of them had no trace of their bodies left.

During that time, he had no time to shed a tear for their death.

His biggest fear was being left alone.

Unfortunately, he never saw the future of human victory and was unable to tell people the good news.

Fortunately, he did not have to remain alone in this world, as his cherished companions, or those who had already become his family, had passed away before him.

It was time for him to join them.

He closed his eyes before he saw the first ray of light of humanity.

"You! It's Alex! I'm dying of thirst. Ah, is that your water? Lend me a sip!"

Inger, the son of the Duke of Neckar, was the first innocent person to die because of him and was the younger brother that Lanmore missed all his life.

That bright and bold face appeared before him again.

As a parade of death, this picture is too realistic, and every detail seems to have been replicated.

Her long black hair flowed smoothly over her shoulders and was half-tied loosely with a red ribbon. Her eyes were the color of violets bathed in the sun in a garden. She was wearing a slim-fitting riding outfit and holding a whip as she ran towards him.

Inger is a rare heartless person among the nobles. When making friends, he doesn't care about background or any rumors, but only looks at people's affinity.

This was the first time they met and he called out his name accurately.

In the moment Alex was stunned, Inger had already snatched the tea from his hand and drank it.

Alex's heart skipped a beat and he subconsciously waved away the teacup.

Inger was stunned by his action.

The others had already followed by now.

Alex grabbed Inger's collar with a crazy look on his face: "Spit it out! Spit it out now!"

"Ninth Prince! What are you doing! Let go of Ying!"

Tea dripped from the corners of Inger's mouth - it was too late.

Alex finally realized that he had returned to 20 years ago.

He roared and asked someone to call Archbishop Bisi, and stayed by Inger's side, like a dying beast protecting something he cherished.

The face that had always been smiling in front of others suddenly turned into a monster that could not be described in words.

No one dared to get close.

The people hiding in the dark did not dare to act rashly because of the unbridled aura of the Level 5 Swordsman.

Alex stood beside the bed and watched the young man wake up and vomit blood, then faint again, going into shock and convulsions, walking on the brink of life and death.

It was me lying there, he thought.

He would rather it was him lying there.

This is the second time.

For the first time, he witnessed the death of this child with his own eyes.

This is too much.

The hole that was torn long ago has now reappeared in my heart, wedge-shaped a deeper gap in the same place.

Lanmore's grief and the Duchess's sorrow cast a shadow over the Duke's family for a long time.

Until the Duke's family died for him.

He carried the lives of tens of millions on his shoulders, and during the war he had no time to look back, as sacrifice seemed to have become a daily occurrence.

All these memories of the past now rushed towards him at once.

How could their death be justified?

Before he knew it, his fingers were clenched and his knuckles were turning white. No one else cared about how ugly his face looked.

Please, survive.

Please, please, please survive.

He had been fighting on the battlefield for more than ten years and had never felt so powerless.

He looked up suddenly and saw the person on the hospital bed. He squinted his eyes with difficulty and his pupils gradually dilated.

He is going to die.

In the past, he died at this moment.

Inger Nieka closed his eyes.

Alex realized this subconsciously, staggered, and leaned against the wall weakly.

The next moment, Archbishop Bisi arrived. She landed from the balcony, put away the flying magic circle, and without saying a word, directly unfolded the highest level healing magic formula.

Last time, he was so overwhelmed that he lost his mind and could only stay by people's side. Others hurriedly called the Pope, but the Pope happened to be in seclusion, delaying them for a moment.

This time, he did not forget to ask someone to call Archbishop Bixi directly.

She came quickly.

The person on the bed closed his eyes and moved his fingers slightly.

After Bixi urgently cast a healing spell, blood bubbles soon appeared at the corners of Inger's mouth.

"Hurry! Turn him on his side and pour out all the dirty blood, otherwise he will suffocate and go into shock!"

Alex was the first to react and rushed over and shouted.

Several maids were cleaning up the blood while he was pushed away by Lanmore.

There was deep hatred in the eyes of his future comrade-in-arms and good friend.

Alex knew it very well that even if Lanmore knew later that he was not the one who did it, he would still feel a hurdle in his heart.

Inger died for him after all.

And this time, Inger did not die.

After three hours of rescue, Archbishop Bixi wiped the sweat off his face and said something.

“Alive.”

Almost everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

Alex sat paralyzed in the corner as if he was walking on cotton.

He was the one who couldn't believe it the most.

Survived...

Archbishop Bixi sat down, holding his wand, not daring to relax for a moment.

The healing spells were still cast on Inger one after another.

A whole day passed like this.

Archbishop Bixi, the Duke and his wife, and the young Duke did not sleep all night. Alex was completely ignored by them, but he refused to leave.

Finally, Inger woke up.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The sheets were stained with shocking blood.

He frowned and swallowed the water that the Duchess handed him.

Even just looking at him, one could clearly feel the unbearable pain.

Alex knew he was awake and looked up subconsciously.

Watching his movements, I finally felt that this person was still alive.

He saw Inger looking to the side and reflexively lowered his head.

My chest felt stuffy and my face looked so ugly.

He could feel Inger's gaze on him, but he didn't dare look up.

However, a few screams woke him up again.

"Yes!" "Child!" "Second Master!"

Inger fell down again with tears on his face.

In his dream, he didn't cry out in pain, but he cried heartbreakingly.

Pendeljia, Kalena, and Lanmore also collapsed when they saw their beloved children suffer like this.

Alex couldn't stand it any longer and rushed out.

He ran to catch the assassin who disguised himself as a guard and tried to kill him that day, as well as the person who disguised himself as a maid and poisoned him.

It's not like he hasn't tortured people on the battlefield, but most of them were demons.

This level of assassin is really not enough in front of him.

He didn't want to torture her to get anything out of her. He already knew everything he needed to know, and he just wanted to vent his anger.

This was the only time he used such inhumane means against a human being.

But he spared their lives.

So, his young and trusted attendant watched as his kind-hearted young master, with an expressionless face, skinned and tormented the two assassins until they were unrecognizable.

When Alex was washing his face, he saw the shivering attendant behind him through the mirror, but he couldn't even muster up a comforting smile.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror and saw his young but tired face, and the cold and indifferent expression after the fake smile faded.

He saw in a trance the remains of corpses and bloody bones, and the lives weighing on them.

After so many years on the battlefield.

He needed to smile to give hope to the Human Army, and he needed to smile to keep the rest of the people going.

But he was tired.

Sometimes he felt that he had gone mad.

Alex Cuneo could no longer laugh.

He spent another night calming down, thinking over and over again about the fact that Inger was alive.

He never had a habit of drinking, and never drank a drop of alcohol after entering the battlefield.

That night, he soaked himself in the wine cellar, drinking bottle after bottle under the moonlight without caring about his life.

He didn't know whether it was the goddess's gift that sent him back to the past, nor did he know whether he was the only one who came back.

But at least one person who should have died survived.

If there is a first one, there will definitely be a second one.

In his previous life, he was able to fight to the end because of the deaths of those people.

Giving due meaning to those who sacrificed was the reason why he insisted on fighting in his previous life.

But that's too tragic, it's just an excuse to deceive yourself.

He never thought that he would have a second life, but he would never agree with such an ending. Many people did not deserve to die.

This time, he's going to fight for their lives.

He swept open the empty bottles, which were scattered on the ground, and he was drunk in the wine cellar.

This was the only time in his life, both last and this, that he indulged himself without caring about anything.

Afterwards, Alex couldn't help but secretly follow Archbishop Bisi to see Inger.

He needed to confirm it again and again before he could really accept the fact that Inger was still alive.

The voices of Inger and the Archbishop came from the room.

"Your Excellency, can I learn magic from you?"

"Okay, when I was treating you, I discovered that you have natural magic in your body, but everything has to wait until you get better."

"Yeah. I will."

He immediately ran to the library to borrow several magic books. The next day he brought a carefully selected book, "Introduction to the Principles of Magic", and secretly went to see Inger when the Duke and Duchess were not at home.

He had already prepared himself to be turned away.

But he didn't expect Inger to invite him in.

"Your Highness the Ninth Prince, please come in. I am too tired to stand up to greet you. Brother, please sit down too."

What he didn't expect was that Inger actually knew that someone wanted to poison him.

"Your Highness has already caught the person who wanted to poison you."

Just from this sentence, Alex could guess that Inger already knew who the culprit was who wanted to harm him.

And he said this after Lanmore followed in order to clear himself of suspicion.

He could only say that he had found some clues.

The young second son spoke in a cold voice, but his eyes were calm: "The prince is still wasting time here."

This sentence may seem unkind, but it is actually for his own good.

The best strategy is to catch the murderer as soon as possible and completely clear him of suspicion.

It's just that - this Inger is totally different from the one he had seen before.

Only then did Alex realize that he didn't know Inger at all. He only knew Inger from the Neka family's perspective.

A person has many layers of skin.

However, he did not dislike Inger, because it was obvious that he was smart and was on his side.

Alex's throat was filled with various emotions, and he squeezed out a voice: "I'm sorry, because of me...you have suffered so much."

He heard Inger sneer in a hoarse voice: "If the Ninth Prince knew this, he should stay away from me, as far away as possible, so that I can be safe."

Although she was clearly blaming him, he felt inexplicably happy in his heart.

"Yes, you are right. I will stay away from you, and I will also try my best to find the murderer who poisoned you and give you an explanation."

"Excuse me, but please do not come to see me again until the Ninth Prince catches the murderer."

Combined with why he wanted to clear his suspicion in front of Lanmore.

And Inger at the same time told him not to come to see him.

Alex guessed what Inger was thinking.

[Does that mean I can go meet him once I catch the murderer? ]

[Why does a 15-year-old child have such a meticulous and deep mind]

[As if I could foresee something...]

He looked at Inger deeply, his heart was moved, and he could not help but murmured to himself: "Thank you for surviving."

Only he can hear it.

Before leaving, he glanced at the books he brought.

I hope I can save even one more person.

I once wanted a wizard.

Will you be my wizard?