She Is Not a Witch

Emenas, the high tower of the library.

This is the largest library in the college. Not only students from the Tower College but also students from other colleges will come here to read books.

It was night, and there was peace in the reading room. The flames in the fireplace were burning quietly, with only the occasional small bursts, reminding the few students in the room that the flames were still not extinguished.

After dark, most of the students reading here went back to rest, and only a few people stayed here.

Compared to borrowing books and returning to the dormitory, some students prefer to read in the library because it is quieter and will not be disturbed, and it is more convenient to change books. Sometimes in order to write things, you need to look up many categories, and it is very inconvenient to borrow books back to the dormitory.

In a corner of the reading room, a young man with wine-red hair sits at a desk, one side of his body is slightly hot by the fire, holding a pen in his hand, he occasionally writes and draws on light brown thick paper. There was a rustling sound, and sometimes frowned, as if thinking hard, and then sighed and gave up, put the book down, in a daze.

And whenever he was in a daze, on the other side of the reading room, a figure who was also reading a book would unknowingly draw his gaze.

The young girl is also sitting in the corner of a desk and reading, with a soft blanket on her knees covering her body. This girl has hazy silver and snow hair and a pair of blue eyes under her long eyelashes. The lake is as peaceful.

She seemed to be flipping through some past historical books, and she was unhappy. The thick and large book spread out on the table in front of her, making a slight rubbing sound as she flipped it.

As the night got darker, there were fewer and fewer people in the reading room, and in the end only three people remained here.

Perhaps tired of watching, the burgundy-haired young man walked out of the reading room, walked through the inner circular staircase of the library, and came to a breathable balcony.

Looking at the campus under the night sky, scattered orange lights on the ground are dotted with little stars. Occasionally, some students fly by at low altitude and make a burst of cheerful shouts.

Looking at the scenery in front of him, the young man's mood slowly calmed down, and the fatigue of thinking these days has also been relieved. After staying for a while, he went back to the reading room again, flipping through the classics about the deeds of great men, trying to find something out of them.

The pen in the hand once again wrote and recorded diligently in the notebook, so that time slowly passed.

In the middle of the night, the other two in the reading room, the girl was still reading, and the other was lying on the table and breathing slowly. Fortunately, the sound was not too loud, similar to the flame in the fireplace.

After turning over many pages, the young man gradually felt a sense of loss and put the book down again. This time he did not go out again, but stared at the fireplace on the side, slightly startled, and the flames in his sight gradually blurred.

In the dim consciousness, everything seems to have returned to the distant past.

It was a warm summer.

Holding the small wooden sword cut by his father, he was playing not far from home, running and chasing dragonflies and butterflies.

His body leaped high and then fell, he could stom on the rough bark, grab the protruding branches with his hands, and swing around in the air, just because it was so interesting.

Occasionally playing with other friends, he will also be a great hero, destroy the big bad guys who do harm to the world, and then save the world.

He never thinks about why he wants to do this, just because it is so powerful and cool, making every cell in his body feel excited and happy.

Hahaha, I am a hero who punishes **** and eliminates evil! I cheered so much when I was playing with my companions, and I never got tired of it.

Although he sometimes gets dirty and gets scolded by his mother when he comes home, he still does it.

Is there anything more exciting in this world than being a hero? Surely not, he has always thought so.

For this reason, he desperately sought out his father to learn swordsmanship, and went running every day. As a hero, he couldn't be slow. Many people were waiting for him.

As time passed slowly, the child in the memory grew older.

Everything seemed unfamiliar and uncomfortable.

He used to think that he was an omnipotent father, but he was just an **** for people, not a great profession. Although he has developed a good martial arts and strength, he has become the best among his friends. But he didn't know who to defeat with his sword.

If there is no goal to swing the sword, then what is the point of his exercise?

If you want to be a hero, you must defeat a bad guy or a villain, so that the world will be better.

But who is the bad guy?

Is it a rogue in the country? Such people have long been taught by him.

Is it the wild boar that broke the fence in the neighboring village? Such a guy is just a prey, even if it is defeated, it will not cause any fundamental changes.

Are they those who bully others at will? Such a person is indeed a badass, and he should be the defender of fairness and order.

This way, some more years passed.

He discovered that absolute fairness does not actually exist. People with good family backgrounds and good-looking looks, in particular, can get some preferential treatment.

Teachers will prefer a certain good-looking student, and adults will give those sweet-mouthed some extra benefits. When doing some scattered work, the boss will also give more money because of his father's reputation.

He himself is the beneficiary in this environment, just like the words of his peers, because his father is the captain of the guard, his family is wealthy, and he has good teachers to guide him, so he can easily beat those from the general family on the court. student.

And among those people, some of them may not be inferior to their talents, but they are just short of opportunities.

The so-called fairness, its standard is too rigid and overwhelming, it has been difficult to become a belief in his heart.

So what did you do?

Is the purpose of swinging the sword only for self-interest? In that case, what is the difference from the wicked one I dreamed of defeating when I was a child?

Everything seems to have returned to the original point.

He became what he dreamed of when he was a child. Entering Emenas, he was the envy of the people in his hometown. He also gradually gained a certain level of strength. Although he was not top-notch, he exceeded his expectations.

But while holding a sharp sword in his hand, the dragon chasing to be defeated dissipated like smoke.

How can one become a hero? Perhaps this world does not need so-called heroes.

He looked at the flame in the fireplace, the thoughts in his mind kept circling, slowly falling into deep sleep.

After a long time, a slight noise made him wake up, and the girl who was reading before was standing by, picking up the paper on the ground and putting it on the table again.

Looking at the black color at the edges of the paper, the young man realized that he accidentally touched it after falling asleep, causing it to fall by the fire, and then picked up by the girl.

"Sorry, I fell asleep." He stood up and thanked the girl.

"Nothing." The silver-haired girl shook her head, then looked at the messy notes on the paper and asked.

"You seem to be upset about something."

"Ah, this..." Looking at the words like ‘hero’ and ‘justice’ on the paper, the young man's expression was daunting and he just wanted to find a place to hide.

Seeing the young man's helpless appearance, the girl smiled slightly.

"Actually, many people have experienced this kind of experience, but the degree is different."

"If you want to say that you are respected and admired, hero is indeed an enviable word. In fact, it can be regarded as everyone's recognition of a certain person or deed."

"Actually, this is like a kind of feedback. You do things that can improve the lives of many people and make everyone better, and everyone will gratefully call you a hero."

"It's a kind of compliment from the heart."

"But praise cannot be the goal of your life. It is more of a by-product of certain achievements or careers."

"I don't know what kind of hero you want to be, but if there is something you want to do that can make everyone happy and better, then do it."

"If you are tired halfway, you can also take a break. The praise of the hero is certainly attractive, but your own life is also very important. I hope this praise can become an embellishment of your life, rather than a heavy burden."

"I'm sorry, maybe I said something strange, it's just another child's testimony when he grows up."

Watching the girl go away, the young man sat at the desk by the fire, quietly for a long time, then put the paper with dazzling handwriting into the fireplace and watched it slowly burn.

Now he is no longer confused in his heart.

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