At this point, the Elysis X Griffin-Holy War was officially over.
The elf prince Kalmen, who assumed the name Tassia, was taken back to be mated with the sacrificial maiden and then became the elf king.
Cyric announced that he had cut ties with Nalisa and me as a punishment for abandoning the war.
And as a result, none of the Elysis revolutionary group died.
As for me, because I didn't take any defensive measures against Miss Ritual's attack and didn't correct it in time afterwards, it caused my magic corridor to become a mess and I struggled to cast some low-level spells.
On the day I discovered this, I announced that the Flower Juggler came to its end, and my previous promise to them, which is the ultimate juggling spell that I named "Light Shine Centries", naturally ended in vain.
But now I am very happy.
After all, I never thought about the revolution, or Fae's freedom.
I am happy as long as I can be with Nalisa.
It's right to say that I'm heartless, and it's okay to say that I'm ruthless.
You see, those who cares about this, like Tasia and Cyric, have not been able to live with Nalisa like I did ......
ahem, indeed I just rented a basement in her store for 100 years.
Tasia has not been heard from since then, and Cyric gave us a private letter with the words "I'm going to solve everything in my own way" and then stopped contacting us, and later married without informing us, and even had a child.
Nerissa abandoned her name, saying that Nerissa had died, and that she would be called by her surname, Shia.
She is now minding her own little store, whensoever she always gives an indifferent look.
Except one day she picked up a baby outside, and discussed with me to give the baby a name called Gymk.
As for me, I muddle along in Nalisa’s store with the money saved from the decades of performing magic shows and sometimes perform some tricks for the children in the neighborhood, in result, living this happy life that is painful for everyone but me -
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One day, while I was performing my usual tricks to entertain the children at my stall, a gaily dressed young boy squatted over.
This is strange, because of Nalisa, Shia's Blood accepts many faes who were willing to accept our kindness, and of course it is disgraced by many noblemen.
The little boy watched me conjured a golden butterfly from the air and stared in awe -
"...... Mister, this is awesome ...... "
The girl with the canine ears next to him glanced at him disdainfully -
"Just this light butterfly, the old man Finlan has conjured it hundreds of times, whenever I come back he is doing this, nothing new at all."
"Oh ...... Okay ......"
the little boy said timidly.
That's even stranger, how could a child of nobility be so polite to an obviously orcish crazy girl like Pollyanna?
But first thing first ......
I lifted the little girl's braid and flicked her forehead -
"Hey, Pollyanna brat, not to mention I Finlan gave you free play for so long without charging you , how dare you dislike me? I tell you, if according to my previous price, you should pay me enough money to buy three Shia's Street."
The little girl made a face at me and poked the little boy in the face -
"Don't look at this crazy old man, I'll take you to play -"
"Eh, but ......"
"Let’s go, let’s go."
Really, kids nowadays are so open-minded, keep saying "take you to play" and so on ......
I looked at their backs from afar and sighed...
"That's nice."
By the way, this boy looks familiar.
How ...... does this boy look like child Cyric?
