"Where have you been in the past hundred years?" Jeron looked up and looked straight in his eyes, with a trace of hideousness flashing across his face, "Which bastard kidnapped you!"

After a brief silence.

Elland shook his head and gave a surprising answer in a gentle tone. "I used to be in control and warned you through meditation, but for a long time, until today, I was free. No one controlled me or imprisoned me."

Jie Long's face was full of disbelief, and more doubts surged in his heart. No one forced him to manipulate him... That

"But why don't you ever go back to Kyle Siren?"

"Because my target is no longer in that magical land." Elland's eyes crossed his shoulders, looking at the sky outside the birch forest, the orange sun hid in the clouds and began to tilt to the west.

His voice was as far away as the sunset.

"The power of the Witch Hunter Academy is limited, and it is just a joke in the face of our ideals and creeds."

"Just?" Jeron shook his head. Kyle Siren was filled with the best memories of his life. It was definitely not a joke. "But the school cannot be without you, otherwise it will become a mess... So many years have passed, um... There are only two people left in the Griffon School, and almost cut off the inheritance."

"Come back...continue to teach me and Cohen..." he pleaded with his head,

A trace of nostalgia flashed through Elland's vertical pupils, and soon disappeared, dim.

"Can't go back."

When Jaylon breathed stagnant when he heard this, a kind of abandoned emptiness and heartache surged in his body.

Then he shook his head bitterly,

"Even if you don't want to go back to Kyle Siren, why did you never contact me again after that meditation, or Kyleda, Cohen."

"My career occupies all my time and energy. Plus, I don't want to get you in."

"Your fate is already bumpy enough to not bear more."

"My words back then come from the heart, don't look for them..." Elland said word by word, with a hint of regret in his tone, "Today, you shouldn't have come."

...

"You always bear the greatest danger alone, never changing, so you don't want to implicate others and tell me nothing." Jayron said confidently, but his voice became weak and his body shook, "But I long to understand your career and your new goal."

"My goal has never changed. The only way to achieve it is to think about it. Think about it, my child, the first lesson I taught you."

"The spirit of the griffon school? The noble virtues of the knight, the ideal of saving the world... to make the world a better place."

Jaylon thought,

"So you went to countless battlefields for this purpose? You appeared in Heinkawich, left the dog tag, opened the magic bottle, and carved the mural, were you?"

"Yes, it's us." Elland admitted decisively, but only that.

...

"I'll help you!" Jeron pleaded.

Elland remained silent without comment.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Jayron's eyes, his whole body began to lose his strength quickly, and his mind became dull, "I used to behave too badly, so I'm not qualified to participate in your career?"

Suddenly he began to recall the past quietly,

"That's right. After leaving school for only a dozen years, I was so naive and stupid that I was deceived by my father and put in prison..."

"I've been in a long time, and finally saw the light of day again, but I was confused..."

He held Eran's hand tightly with both hands, so tight that he seemed afraid that once he let go, the other party would suddenly disappear, his forehead pressed against the back of Eran's hand, and he muttered repentantly,

"I am not firm enough. I gave up the griffin's passionate ideal, wasted time like a waste, and spent decades." He whispered in a low voice, blood gushing out of the corners of his mouth.

"I have let you down from your childhood teachings! I have completely abandoned the spirit and virtues of the knight."

Elland just listened quietly, looking at his self-blame expression, his eyes softer.

"No." He pinched the shiny griffin pendant between Jayron's neck, "You just need time to heal, but unfortunately fate is too mean to you."

Jeron choked up and all the negative emotions disappeared. He leaned forward gently and hugged Elland, just like the day when he first arrived at Kyle Siren and was warmly welcomed by his brothers and sisters more than a hundred years ago.

He said vague words like a dream, his tone was as weak as a candle fire that was about to be blown away by the wind.

"I thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure out why I have done so many good deeds in the past, but bad luck has frequently come to me?"

"What is the meaning of the griffin spirit?"

"If there is justice in this world, why are the consequences of doing good and doing evil?"

Elland listened quietly, silently, another burly mountain-like cloaked man appeared behind Jeron.

Elland shook his head at him,

"Or it's just that I did something wrong, so the old genius wants to punish me like this." Jaylon leaned into his ear and said, his voice slightly and his pupils began to spread.

"Please tell me."

...

"Jeron, you are the well-deserved Griffin Pi witch hunter."

Elland's eyes penetrated the entire woods and looked into the distance of Manada Valley, with bloodshots appearing in his pupils.

He seemed to see the humans fighting bloody battles on the battlefield.

His eyes drifted further away.

The scene that unforgettable for life emerged again before my eyes, the magnificent home under the snow, and the tombstones of more than 60 compatriots.

The wizard, the church and the peasants have a foolish, ugly, and greedy face.

"It's not you who is wrong..."

"It's not you who is wrong..."

After getting the answer, Jeron Molu burst into tears and a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The smile instantly solidified, the indigo's pupils completely spread, and they lost their spirit.

He leaned against the teacher's shoulder and stopped breathing.

...

Elland hugged the corpse with countless crossbow arrows and was full of holes.

A tear fell down the vicissitudes of the face.

He put down the body and raised the palm of his hand under his cloak.

A half-palm size, bright red as blood, and irregularly shaped fragments lay there. A breeze blew by, and a stream of black smoke from Jeron's body poured into the fragments.

"Jeron, let's realize the ideal of the Griffon Pian together."
Chapter completed!