Devil two hundred and five

Ignatz is confused about what is wrong.When he was about to ask, I covered his mouth—even though Helen claimed so, I still know what kind of personality His Majesty the King is.

Although he is a scumbag, the scumbag aspect definitely does not include *.

After I promised that I wouldn't take Helen home, a smile finally appeared on Helen's face.

Helen even invited us to come and sit in her temporary residence.People who are beautiful are often given preferential treatment. This sentence is really suitable for Helen.It was only two days since she arrived in this small town. The mayor's son gave up his room on the first day he saw her, and when he heard that she had escaped, he was filled with righteous indignation and offered to change her room. After taking off the clothes, I can guarantee that I will protect Helen.

... He probably didn't know that Helen herself could crush him to death with a single finger.

During this process, I have been idle and bored to observe Helen. She looks like a person with amnesia... or a person with confused memory. She remembers her name, remembers the Bauhinia Empire, and knows that this is near the Pinnacle Tower, but she says Not to mention my name—acting like a total stranger to Ignatz.

I glanced thoughtfully at the mayor's son again. He looked at me with a little hostility. There were obvious dark circles under his eyes, and he looked listless.

"...Huh? What are you doing?" A hand was placed on my head, gently stroking my hair.I froze for a moment, not understanding why Helen made such an intimate gesture.She is a bit shorter than me, so she has to stand on tiptoe to do this.

"I think Pink is super cute... I can't help but want to touch it." Helen tilted her head, showing a pure and flawless smile.

Touch your head!

I knocked her hand away, and hit her head with a chestnut: "Except for my mother, no one has ever touched my head like this, not even Ami..."

...Although I said so, if Ami wants to touch it, I have absolutely no objection.

"Also, the name Pink is not something you can call."

A good big man's name is pink...

This is probably my mother's bad taste.It is said that when I was just born, my little face was puffy.So my mother gave me a nickname, Pink... and then, my nickname became my first name.But how?I don't like people calling me that, just let them call me Francis.

...Eh, you ask the brave man?

How could Minato belong to someone else's category.

"...Okay." Helen nodded aggrievedly.

She is honestly very unlike the Helen I know now.

At this time, a loud exclamation came from the street.The crowd boiled like boiling water.I jumped out of the window and looked up to the sky.

No wonder these civilians were so shocked. When they first saw a fire phoenix flying above their heads, and a magician standing on top of the fire phoenix, they probably panicked.

The middle-aged magician and his fire phoenix stayed ten meters away in the sky. He was wearing a black robe with a silver border, with a hexagram pattern drawn on his chest, and a rattan-shaped wooden staff in his hand.He is no longer young, with gray hair and bright eyes, like a sculpture carved out of gray rock, haggard and indifferent, lacking in vitality: "Where's Helen?"

His voice was a little hoarse, but strangely suppressed all the surrounding buzzing noises.

The mayor's son turned pale all of a sudden. He probably didn't expect that the person who came to find Helen was actually a high-level mage from the Pinnacle Tower.

——The mages of the pinnacle tower look down on the mortal world. They hold the power of knowledge and don't need to bow their heads to any divine power.

"……Father!?"

The mage showed a look of surprise, but he didn't know that my surprise was dozens of times greater than his.

That's right, the mage standing on the fire phoenix is ​​my father, the former court mage, and one of the four supreme councilors of the Pinnacle Tower today, Geralt Francis.

Geralt froze for a moment, then turned his face away, avoiding my gaze slightly uncomfortably.

"I'm here." Helen opened the door and came out from behind me. She sniffed, her eyes were a little red, she seemed a little bit aggrieved and wanted to cry but forced herself to hold back.She gave Geralt a big smile, pretending to be relaxed and said, "I didn't expect that your son is so big."

"..." Geralt didn't answer my question, nor Helen's.

"I'm still wondering how long it will take for you to come and find me... well, let's go back now." Helen waved to Huofeng, who landed with a clear cry.Geralt has been very quiet, and did not express anything about his pet's unauthorized claims.

"Francis, this is..."

I waved my hand and interrupted Ignatz's words: "I'll go home first. I have some housework to deal with. Don't worry. After I've dealt with it, I promise to bring Helen back intact."

My words made my father's pupils shrink slightly, but then he looked away as if nothing had happened.

The magic pet, Huofeng, obviously couldn't understand the complicated relationship and emotions between the three people standing on her body.It just faithfully fulfilled its duties as a mount, sending us to the top floor of the pinnacle tower.Each of the four members of the Pinnacle Tower has a separate floor.

As soon as he landed, Geralt calmly cast a sleep spell on Helen. He did it very carefully, and I blocked it very carefully—although I still can't use magic for the time being, I am the top player in the world after all. A few powerhouses, with one of the few magic resistances, easily counteracted this low-level spell.

I wrote a few words on Helen's arm, and she was very clever, and she immediately pretended to be troubled.Then, leaning forward, Geralt firmly grabbed her shoulders, placed Helen on the sofa in the living room, and carefully covered her with a blanket.

I watched Geralt finish all this in silence. The room was very quiet, and I could hear the sound of Huofeng combing its feathers.

"How long?" I asked, my voice slightly dry.

"what?"

"How long has it been since you brought your mother back to this world as a dead person?" I looked at Helen, and my eyes softened involuntarily.The image of her in the memory is still fresh, as if the parting just happened yesterday.

Geralt was silent for a while: "Actually, it was only a week...but it took several years to study that spell."

Yes.

After Helen Dia left the palace, she went directly to Geralt to complain.In the previous generation, Geralt is the only elder who is still alive, and he also represents the will of the Pinnacle Tower. Even the church cannot ignore the thoughts of this big man.

But Helen guessed one thing wrong, that is, my father has been researching the magic of resurrecting the dead for many years, but the resurrection of Helen Francis must need a blood-related, living body as a carrier.She was very unlucky and directly became the carrier of my mother.

I took a deep breath, suppressed all the chaotic thoughts in my heart, and pretended to be relaxed: "It seems that your magic is not very successful. Mom doesn't remember me."

"It's not that I don't remember you." Geralt showed a slight sadness on his face, "It's that he doesn't remember me... Her memory stays on the day before she met me. After all, if you have died once, you have already died. Returning to the world completely unscathed is something only a god can do."

"A necessary price?"

"……Yes."

I couldn't help but sneer, and lifted a lock of his gray hair with my hand: "Including this?"

Geralt was silent again.

Although my mother is attached to Helen's body, it is impossible to absorb Helen's life force - if Helen is dead, she will not be able to live.Then, Geralt is the only one who provides vitality to the mother.Just a week... no, not a week, five days.Geralt was gray-haired and haggard.

You know, when the strength reaches my father's level, although the lifespan is not as exaggerated as that of the elves, it is still calculated on the basis of a hundred years, which shows that the dead's thirst for vitality has reached a point of nostalgia.

"...I know." Geralt said softly, brushing the hair on Helen's face lightly with his fingers, "But life is not calculated by living a day or a year, Pink, who should you compare to?" They all understand this."

"Your mother probably also found out about this... That's why she ran away from me, but she didn't know how willing I was."

Tears streamed from the corners of Helen's eyes.

She stretched out her hand, held Geralt's arm vigorously, and put her face on the back of his hand: "But I don't want to."

"...Do you know? Geralt, it's unbelievable to say that I fell in love with you in only five days. Although I don't remember, just think about it, I have spent more than ten years with you, Even if I continue the blood for you, I can feel that kind of happiness?"

"It's really, really great to meet you... So, I love you, even if I die, I hope you live."

I watched the two of them there with affection, rubbed the goose bumps on their arms, and silently backed out.Huofeng followed me, flew to the balcony, and lightly rubbed my cheek with her head.

It turns out that I haven't forgotten those things for a day.

The love story of Geralt and Helen is also very simple.They met, fell in love, and got married. The only obstacle was probably that Helen had a vicious brother-in-law who did a series of despicable things to separate the two of them. In the end, Helen said that she would rather die than marry her. Willing to leave Geralt.

After she finished speaking, she jumped down from the attic.

...like a blue iris plucked by the wind.