Silla walked on the path in the back mountain in a daze.

Environment, choice, escape, failure, gods, forgiveness, sacrifice, fate, fun, waiting...

Several words flowed through his brain, but nothing was left behind. Only the instinct to move forward seemed to be controlling his body.

Go forward, go forward, go forward.

Until death.

"ah!

"Classmate, classmate..."

"he is……"

"Who dares..."

"careful……"

"Doctor, doctor..."

"I know……"

A bright light shone on his cheek.

He slowly opened his eyes.

White ceiling.

What happened?

Waves of annoying noises appeared next to his ears. He could identify that the noises came from different sources, and most of them were very familiar to him.

Silla turned his head and looked in the direction of the noise, and a very familiar face came into his eyes.

who is it?

The brain thinks at an uncomfortably slow speed.

Long messy golden hair, blue irises, luxurious clothes, black eye bags, and ugly tear stains.

"Mother."

The beautiful woman stretched out her hand to protect Silla's head, but seemed to remember something and carefully retracted her hand.

"My baby..." The woman choked and couldn't say anything.

A deep male voice sounded behind her:

"It's okay. Take a good rest. Don't think about anything now. No matter who did it, he can't leave Wharton alive."

The man is not good at expressing his feelings, and he does not know how to show his anger and sadness except to promise his children that the murderer will be tried.

Silla’s mind is still very confused:

"Do it, who did what?"

After hearing Silla's words, the woman could no longer suppress her grief and cried directly.

The middle-aged man put his hand on his wife's shoulder and sat in front of Silla:

"I know you have always wanted to be a knight. Even like this, I will find a way to fulfill your wish..."

Silla finally felt that sense of loss.

He turned his head to the right of his body.

His right arm disappeared.

No wonder he always felt like something was missing.

Silla comforted her parents and said:

"Even if I lose my right hand, I can still hold the sword..."

The mother cried louder.

The father asked expressionlessly:

"Can you remember who did it? It's okay if you can't."

The Duke didn't want the possibility of the murderer escaping from Wharton, but he didn't want his children to leave a shadow.

It's hard not to leave a shadow just like this.

No matter how strong-minded a person is, after experiencing all this, it is impossible to face it calmly.

The wizard said that Siro lost not only his hands, but irreversible damage to his whole body, including his heart, legs, and spine. The damage in his body maintained a fragile balance. It would be fine if he just lived a normal life, but

If violent limb movement breaks out, Siro is likely to be permanently paralyzed.

If he could not move, even if he did not fight, Duke Eberron would have been in danger many times in his life. If he could not exercise vigorously, he might have died long ago.

Moreover, neither doctors nor wizards could do anything about Siro's injuries, except for a royal wizard who advertised that there was a chance of changing Siro's condition, but there was a high probability that he would die during the operation.

It was as if the person who attacked Siro knew how to prevent others from saving him.

Silla blinked.

He couldn't remember.

It's not like his mind went blank or his memory was missing. He could vaguely remember that he was with someone somewhere for a period of time, and then something happened, and he ended up like this.

But what exactly it was, he couldn't remember at all, and he had no direction in thinking. It was as if he had lost the ability to point out the truth, but that was not entirely the case.

He can't see.

Like a blind man.

Silla hesitated and said:

"I can't remember it. He should have deleted my memory."

Duke Eberron did not ask further questions:

"The knights and wizards are investigating. He can't escape. If you think of anything, tell me immediately."

Mrs. Eberon wiped her tears:

"I will definitely find the best mages and wizards and let them cure your body."

Silla asked:

"What's wrong with my body?"

Mrs. Eberron looked at her husband.

The Duke shook his head:

"We will talk about this later. You have a good rest first. Your mother will be here with you. I will go find..."

Silla instinctively shouted:

"No!"

The prince looked at his son and waited patiently for his words.

Silla was stunned for a moment.

Why did he say no.

Shouldn't the father go to him?

Siro said:

"It's very dangerous. The person who attacked me may be countless times more dangerous than you expected. He may not be...
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