The hero saves the beauty - sounds like a great story.

But I'm not a hero, and I don't know if that guy is beautiful or not.

After I returned to the city lord's house, the deafening cries outside had gradually subsided.

I sat on the bed and leaned against the wall with my eyes closed.

Is this good?

I still don't feel good. I can't say what kind of feeling it is, maybe it's because I'm not sure if the wizard can hold the city after the wizard is gone, or maybe it's a pity to lose a precious wizard. But no matter what, there is one thing I am sure of.

That is, from the current information, the magician does not have a reason to protect West City.

She is the daughter of a human and a demon, no matter which race is her compatriot. She also doesn't seem to be very popular with humans, or even quite unpopular I should say, so what reason does such a person have to protect an isolated city? I can't figure it out. Because I can't figure it out, I always think there is something fishy.

Just at this time, Alea whispered:

"Young master, there seems to be someone outside."

I opened my eyes and sensed slightly that there was indeed someone outside the city master's residence.

Without knocking or making a sound, they were just kneeling silently at the door.

I hesitated for a moment and said:

"Come with me to see."

Alea followed behind me with his sword.

Opened the door, I saw at once the single figure of the teenager, who knelt respectfully in the doorway, and did not raise his head when he heard the door slam.

Yama - he seems to be called this name, I think, the teenager who once said during the day that he would never talk to us or take a single coin from us.

I walked up to him and asked:

"What are you doing here?"

He pressed his forehead to the rough ground, opened his mouth with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I'm sorry about what happened during the day. I didn't know you were the new lord of the city, and my tone was a little-"

I interrupted him:

"All right. I don't have time to listen to your false apologies."

Yama clenched his fists and took several deep breaths.

Probably fighting the urge to curse me.

He spoke:

"Please ...... save my master."

I looked at him with a playful smile and asked:

"Filita?"

Yama nodded bitterly.

Sure enough.

If there weren't two magicians in this town, then the one who taught Yama magic and the one who was tied up and sent to the demon territory would be the same person. Half-human, half-demon magician, a magician who keeps defeating the attacks of the demons - Filita, this name has been making a lot of appearances lately.

I looked at him with a smirk and asked:

"Do you think, with that one word from you, I should risk everyone's opposition and go to get her back?"

Yama had nothing to say and just knelt there.

I said indifferently:

"And I heard that that master of yours has a bad reputation and has burned other people's houses, really?"

Yama nodded slowly, but then said in an urgent tone:

"I do not know why, but the master, the master must have a reason."

I laughed:

"In a place like this, everyone is struggling to live. Burning someone's house is like destroying someone's life, what kind of reason would make her do that? The revenge of killing her father is nothing more than that, but there is no way for human to kill her demon father, right?"

Yama was speechless for a moment.

I did not say anything else, and did not leave.

After a long time, he mumbled:

"I, I can guarantee that Master is not a bad person ......"

I smiled and told him:

"Your guarantee means nothing."

Yama's lips trembled, and after another long time, he straightened up, took out a rag-wrapped object from his arms, raised his hands above his head, swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said:

"This is Master's diary ...... she never let anyone read it. There is a ban set by her on it, I simply can not unlock ...... but if you can unlock it, you can see it. What kind of person is Master, what does Master really want to do ...... you should understand when you read it."

I didn't move.

"You know this is an invasion of her privacy?"

Yama nodded with her eyes closed and said with a red face:

"I know ...... Master she is like a goddess in a scroll, high and beautiful, never telling anyone what she is thinking. If she comes back, she will definitely scold me severely. But that's okay. I'm just worried that it's a ban set by Master, and there's simply no one in the West City who can unlock it, and by the time another magician unlocks it, it'll be too late! Can you ......"

"No need."

I answered him indifferently, while taking the diary in his hand and reaching out to hold it.

There was transparent light as if shattered and floated away like glass.

Yama was dumbfounded.

I slowly flipped through the yellowing book, watching the words slowly become rounded and correct from the childish scribbles, looking at a few pages soaked in tears, a few pages stained with blood and stuck together. Through the words, I could feel the owner's emotions jumping off the page when writing, and I could feel my heart sinking little by little as I read these words.

When I closed the diary, I suddenly had an indescribable feeling.

Anger at the environment, anger at myself, anger at the world, anger at Pierce and others.

But I quickly suppressed such emotions, scattered the impulses in my head, and read it again carefully.

After reading it, I laughed.

A handful of absurd words, full of bitter tears on paper.

I had wondered what reason was holding up the half-demon named Filita to protect humans, and only after reading it did I finally understand.

I restored the ban on the diary, wrapped it in a rag and returned it to Yama, saying to him:

"You said that Filita is like a goddess, right?"

Yama nodded his head in embarrassment.

I said slowly:

"Then let's go and get that goddess out. Alea, take the sword and come with me."

Alea put one hand on the hilt of her sword and replied with a smile:

"Yes, young master."