Chapter 66 - 11: Just a little patience

"Shouyou why do you have the same look on your face as me?"

Shouyou smilingly took a cup of tea in his hands and slowly blew on it before taking a sip.

"How do you feel about death? Haruto."

Haruto with a Boken on his legs slowly poured green tea into a cup in front of him before also taking a big sip.

"You may not understand what I am about to tell you, but at first I was terrified, I shut myself up in solitude to hide from death like a coward, but I still ended up dying, and then I faced death again in a second life, in innumerable battles but this time the fear had gone from me, there was only the feeling of duty done, I simply did what I had to do, no more, no less, but I died all the same."

"So, what I think of death, I would just say that death isn't the end in itself, it's just the beginning of a new story."

"Hahaha"

Shouyou suddenly started laughing, attracting Haruto's gaze.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Although I didn't quite get your story, but your way of thinking is very interesting, sometimes you really do look like a little old man, Hahaha."

"And you, Shouyou, really look like a child sometimes."

Shouyou then stopped laughing as a gentle breeze blew towards them, the two continued to drink their cups of tea for a few minutes admiring the scenery around them.

"Shouyou, you still haven't answered my question."

"Are you really that interested in my past?"

"Not really.."

Shouyou and Haruto were then both silent enjoying this moment of tranquility.

"Haruto."

"Yes?"

"As your Sensei, may I make a selfish request?"

"Yes, As long as it's not too tiring."

"If I ever become a source of trouble for you and your comrades, might you kill me."

Haruto suddenly fell silent, he looked at Shouyou who smiled for a moment before nodding his head.

"If it's your wish, then I accept.."

Then the two poured tea into their cups again, this time drinking more slowly.

. . . . . .

The Dragon Hunter Guild is a new association of magicians created a year ago just a few days after the biggest Dragon attack ever suffered by the continent, the association called Guild accepted paid missions from everyone, no matter how difficult the mission was, making their reputation begin to spread all over the continent.

The association was based in the walled city of Crocus, the Guild was quite large with six floors, it currently had more than 200 mages of level A and several powerful dragon slayers.

In the bas.e.m.e.nt of the Guild.

Dozens of vials containing various liquids were in cabinets, the shelves were filled with a hundred books about magic, with various strange materials and scrolls.

But on the floor lay a red-haired man, who had apparently fallen from the chair next to him.

"Agh!"

The man suddenly awoke in fright, as drops of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Then he got up and sat down with difficulty on the chair beside him.

He raised his arm with difficulty and then said in a hoarse voice.

"My seizures are more and more frequent, my vital energy is running out faster and faster, at this rate I would die within a year."

It was Haruto, it had already been a year since the dragons attacked Dragnof, he managed to create the association he wanted, he collected precious information, materials and new magics skills from day to day, his association had even reached the number of almost 300 mages, greatly facilitating his research.

But about eight months before, his state of health began to degenerate, his wounds of the soul began to worsen, he began to slowly lose the feeling of his whole body, he felt excruciating pain in his body almost every second, on top of that, he often fainted in a lethargic state.

The repulsion of the world now became almost unbearable, he could be ejected from this world at any time.

But he had not given up hope because he was one step away from finding a solution.

He took the pen to his right and approached his desk, drawing a series of magic circles with several strange symbols.

Then, when he finished, he filed them along with other similar designs.

Then he got up painfully and left the bas.e.m.e.nt with a frightening look on his face.

"Gear 4's not far away, I just have to wait a little longer."

"Just a little patience"