Demon King's Mentor

In the severe headache, Eric couldn't even hold back his groaning, he knelt on the ground in pain, panting heavily, until the pain eased, he staggered up and sat down on the chair .

Estero waited for a while, as if waiting for the medicine to take full effect, and then he asked, "Among all the questions you answered just now, did you lie to me?"

Eric felt something knock hard in his head: "No, I'm telling the truth."

His answer kept the other party silent for a while, and then Estero spoke: "In the future you know, Lorian and I will die together?"

"Yes." Eric replied.

"It's probably not a bad ending," Estello said, "from where it is."

"I don't want you to die, Esther." Eric frowned.

"You don't need to answer the questions I didn't ask." Estero said indifferently, "Since you have already experienced it, why didn't you give me any useful advice on the way? Don't you want me to die?"

"Because I don't know anything about war," Eric replied, "I'm just an ordinary mercenary who only knows how to move forward according to the command. It's just a commission."

"You are just as pathetic and hateful as those guys who stand by in the palace," Eastero gritted his teeth, "Do you want me to win?"

"I want you to win," Eric said, "but everything seems to be the same now."

Estero sighed: "It's true that there is no change. Piero's arrival shows that everything I have done in the five or six years since you went back ten years ago to the present seems to have really followed the old rules. Just walk again." He thought for a while and asked, "Did the future me also submit to Denat?"

"Yes, that's why you're called the devil," Eric said.

"Have you seen me in another time and space?" Eastero asked.

"I've seen you on the battlefield," Eric replied.

"What's the difference?" Eastero asked.

Eric thought for a while and said, "You are more human now, but you used to have cold eyes."

Estero was silent for a while, and his shoulders moved: "Maybe it's because I don't know you, but the way I look at you now is because you are someone I... know. Nothing has changed, Lorian I will die, and I will die." He asked again, "When we die, who will sit on the throne? Cachar is too young, is it Queen Jura?"

"It's Duke Samar, he's the regent," Eric said.

Estero was stunned for a moment, and thought for a while: "It's him, it's Duke Samar!" He exhaled, "Indeed, in some respects, he is the most suitable candidate. But he has a little magic power." No, presumably the future rule will be very difficult.”

The conversation began to become normal, which almost made people feel that they had returned to the past. Eastero stretched his legs towards the fireplace and almost blurted out the previous title, but he swallowed it rationally: "What do you think now? I?"

"I'm so sorry for you, Esther, for all the things I did wrong," Eric said.

"If you said it before I knew it..." Estero muttered to himself, "but why didn't you say it all the time?"

"I'm a timid coward, and I don't want to disappoint you." Eric looked at his shoulders protruding from the back of the chair, "I'm too afraid of losing you."

"Still saying things like this until now..." Eastero snorted, "You know what? Even though I gave you Veritaserum now, as long as you think that you are from Lorian, that suspicion is like A poisonous snake haunts my mind: Did he cast you some spell against Veritaserum, did you train for it..."

"I didn't!" Eric stood up, "Istero, it's because I know you that I kept silent! I thought no one would find out!"

"A lie is a lie after all," Estero sighed. "There will be a day when I will be discovered. Fortunately, I have discovered it now, instead of being deceived by you until my death."

"Except for my identity...I didn't lie to you!" Eric looked at his back, "Can't you feel how much I care about you? I love you more than anyone else in this world!"

"Shut up!" Estero stood up, turned around and slapped him, "Shut up!!"

Then he turned around quickly again, Eric wanted to touch him but was blocked by his spell: "Look at me, Esther! Can't you really forgive me? Is everything really irreparable?" ?”

"Don't remind me of the past again." Eastero leaned on the back of the chair, looked down at the flames in the fireplace, and tried to calm himself down and control the trembling in his voice: "I already know your heart, just like you As I said, in the past six years, every day, I have seen everything you have done to me, and I understand in my heart that you really did not lie, every minute and every second with you is precious. My precious memory." His blue eyes were dyed red fire, "but now, as long as I see your face, I can't help but think of Lorian and the dead Elada... You also have your precious Friends, you are willing to take the risk of crossing over for them, but I also have my Elada, she means as much to me as you, so, you should understand that we can never go back to the past, never again ...Sorry...Although you did nothing wrong, but...I can't face you anymore."

Eastero held his breath steadily: "As long as Lorian can die, then I will not give up on this ending. I hope you don't come to stop me, although you can't stop me."

"Esther, please..." Eric looked at his back.

"My favorite mentor, Knight Eric Ingeirwen," Eastero said with unconcealable tears in his voice, "had died yesterday."

Eric froze for a moment, his heart seemed to be torn apart alive, he shook his head: "No...no..."

"Don't say anything, don't say anything, I don't want to see you, and I don't want to hear your voice, the dead can't speak." Estero threw Swan out of his pocket and said to him, " Mr. Huerta, Siwan will take you away, stay away from here, and you will never see me again."

Swan spit out the letter, swam to Eric's feet, rolled up his legs and disappeared into the room.

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