�yes?�I beg your pardon?�

Alpheas asked.�It was natural that he did not know photonics, but this kind of answer was unexpected.

�The light is beautiful.�Flowers are beautiful too.�We are beautiful too.�But the light you speak of����It doesn�t sound pretty.�

Alpheas felt like he had been hit in the head with a hammer.�It was a direct hit in the form of a pure thought that could not be cast into words.

�Yeah, that�s right.�But why is light so beautiful?�

To Alpheas, light was just a photon.�But Erina, as if she knew everything, answered without hesitation.

�The light shows the darkness.�How do we see the night sky without light?�

The world has gone silent.�like the universe

Alpheas didn�t say anything.�The thoughts he really wanted poured over his head like a waterfall.�

Why would you want to differentiate between the two?�If you take a step back, you can see it so clearly.

Because it is beautiful.

Any contradiction becomes no contradiction.

�It is beauty.�You are so beautiful, Ms. Erina.�

Erina turned her head while smiling innocently like a child.�The moment he saw her smile, Alfeas made up his mind.�

To remember this moment for the rest of my life.

Alpheas knelt down to Erina.�Then, in her most polite gesture, she held out her right hand.�

�Please be my light.�

That night 40 years ago.�

Confession under the moonlight was a happy memory to Alpheas that could not be exchanged with the rest of the world.�A gentle smile appeared on his lips as the Abyss Nova curtain was lifted.

Reversed Master/Servant (1)

Canis glared at the white light burning on Sirone�s palm.�It was an overwhelming presence.�Of course, he had the belligerence to run towards death without hesitation.�He just thought that even if he died, he had to find his money.

� Harvey.�I�m on the side of fighting�let�s stick

� That magic.�How fast?�It may not be possible to avoid it.

� You can block it.

� If you can�t stop it, you die.�If you die, I will perish too.�I�ll have to fight in the end, but there are too many variables.

Exchanging opinions at the speed of thought was a huge advantage in battle.�However, there was also a disadvantage of not knowing what kind of judgment to make if opinions were divided into extremes.�

�How did this happen?�

It was an unexpected voice that broke the atmosphere of the confrontation.�A shadow rushed in from the cliff like water, and a scrawny old man rose to the surface of the darkness.�

It was Archmage Arcane.

The impression of Arcane, who grasped the situation at a glance, was crumpled.�The reason why he was able to do his best in Etela was because he was convinced that the situation here had already been sorted out.� JrNovels.com