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"Boom!"
An explosive sound suddenly erupted in the air!
Followed by spreading smoke!
After the smoke dissipated, a small figure was revealed.
It was a red-haired boy.
The boy stood up dazedly from the ground and looked at the short distance in front of him.
He didn't notice the streams of fresh blood currently flowing from his forehead.
"Master..."
His low mumble was filled with disbelief.
Only when the warm blood flowed down to his neck did he react, dazedly covering his forehead.
"Stark..."
Because he was half-kneeling on the ground, Stark only felt that the figure walking out of the smoke was both strong and tall.
At this moment, that figure was calling his name.
Eisen, Master, Eisen, Master, Eisen, Master...
Stark seemed not to hear the man's call.
He just repeated it dazedly.
"Stark."
Eisen moved, and he gently extended his hand.
"Don't come here!"
This subtle movement made Stark's scalp tingle!
A strong fear instantly surged into his heart!
He ran!
Stark ran!
He fled in panic!
He ran without any hesitation!
Where to?
Don't know!
But he had to run!
The farther he ran, the better!
"Hoo, hoo~"
Intense gasping sounds resounded not far from the Village.
Stark sensed that there was no longer any familiar aura behind him and finally stopped.
He, Stark, ran away from home...
"It's just that maybe I'm not a good disciple."
Stark said in a low voice.
It was an answer to Yulian's question.
"So that's how the scar on your head came about."
Fern pursed her lips and secretly glanced at Stark's forehead.
Her mood was complicated.
"Mm."
"That was the first time I was beaten..."
"Master must have been very angry with me."
Stark lay on the table in frustration, his listless appearance making people sigh.
"After all, it was my fault in the end,'
"I didn't dare fight the Demon..."
"It's okay, after all, everyone has a first time."
Yulian sighed and gently stroked Stark's head, comforting him.
"But now you are a hero who defeated a dragon alone. I believe you won't be afraid the next time you encounter an enemy!"
Fern also raised her small fist to cheer on Stark.
"No way..."
"I'm deathly afraid whenever battle is mentioned..."
Surprisingly, Stark spoke of his cowardice very straightforwardly.
"I'm too timid. As Master's disciple, I completely disgraced Master."
"But you are different, Fern."
Stark raised his head to look at Fern, with envy in his eyes.
"Me?"
Fern pointed to herself and tilted her head in confusion.
"Yes, I wish my relationship with Master was as good as yours with Mistress Frieren!"
Stark nodded vigorously.
"Mistress Frieren cares about you very much, and you also care about Mistress Frieren very much."
"Is that so..."
Fern pursed her lips, her tone filled with confusion.
"I... don't know."
Fern smiled slightly, with sadness in her eyes.
"I do really like Mistress Frieren, and I also care about Mistress Frieren very much."
"But perhaps I'm just a burden to Mistress Frieren..."
"My short ten years are just one percent of Mistress Frieren's long life."
"I don't even know what I'm like in Mistress Frieren's eyes..."
"Even..."
Fern paused.
"Perhaps I'm not even in Mistress Frieren's eyes at all..."
"Is that so..."
"It seems we are both the same..."
Stark's eyes widened slightly, and his voice carried a sigh as he spoke disheartened words.
Wait!
Something's wrong!
You two!
Yulian's eyes were about to pop out!
Is this a misery comparison convention?!
Why are you getting so emo?!
The mood is wrong!
Must correct it!
"Cough, cough..."
Yulian coughed lightly and looked at Fern, who was full of melancholy.
He decided to start with Fern.
"Fern, Mistress Frieren cares about you very much too."
Yulian's gaze towards Fern was full of gentleness.
"After all, she remembers to buy you gifts every birthday and even knows what you like to eat!"
"And she often cares about your diet and Magic studies!"
"Is that so?!"
Stark looked at Fern with disbelief in his eyes.
Not cool, buddy!
What about the sworn brothers in hardship?!
You're already getting happy!
"Mm..."
Fern's eyes gradually lit up.
"It seems that's really the case!"
"Although Mistress Frieren doesn't seem to have much interest in me..."
"Even taking me as a disciple was just because of the promise with Grandpa Heiter..."
"But she is indeed an incredibly amazing person!"
"Since we started our journey, I've received gifts from Mistress Frieren every birthday!"
Fern slightly curved her eyebrows, smiling.
"Although I don't know what Mistress Frieren is thinking, it's simply incredible!"
"Things she usually seems to have no interest in..."
Good!
Gotta eat this up!
Next one!
"Stark..."
Yulian's mouth curved into a smile as he looked at Stark.
"Nani?"
Stark hadn't recovered from Fern's 'backstab' yet and looked at Yulian dazedly.
"Actually, Eisen loves you very much, and you also respect and adore Eisen, right?"
"I respect Master very much, and it's not wrong to worship Master, but how could Master..."
"Stark!"
Yulian interrupted Stark, his tone unquestionable.
"You should know, Eisen dotes on you very much."
"Master..."
Stark was shocked by Yulian's words and fell into memories.
Taking in the homeless, the cowardly self...
Imparting all his martial arts to himself...
Birthday steak...
Taking himself out to eat delicious food...
Worrying that he wouldn't have clothes after running away from home, he specifically entrusted a traveling merchant to come to the Village to find him...
"Stark, you are already a qualified warrior."
"It's time for you to face a demon and have a real battle!"
Eisen's serious words echoed in Stark's ears.
"I don't dare, Master!"
"demons are too terrifying, Master!"
"Please don't make me fight a demon alone, I can't do it, Master!"
"Bang!"
The terrifying force sent Stark flying violently out of the house!
Leaving a large hole in the house wall!
The sound of hitting the house wall was as loud as muffled thunder!
"But, I'm not worthy!"
"The timid me, the nameless me, is not worthy of being Master's disciple at all."
Stark bit his lip.
"I'm not worthy of being the disciple of the great warrior Eisen!"
"No, Stark!"
Yulian interrupted Stark, his eyes firm.
"You are the hero who protected the Village, the dragon-slaying warrior!"
"You respect Eisen, and Eisen loves you very much too!"
"Without a doubt, you are now worthy of the title of disciple of the great warrior Eisen!"
"At the same time, you are also a mature and steady warrior!"
Worthy of the title of disciple...
A mature and steady warrior...
Stark looked at Yulian dazedly, light almost bursting from his eyes...
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