Emel looked up at the rustling leaves and breathed.
"Thinking back, it wasn't really the way he taught that I loved about him but the way he protected all of us from the people.
He was an old man but his back looked really cool. I want to be someone like him."
Carseain: ' That's quite pure. I guess that's typical of a Cervantes chosen by the Holy sword.'
"Is that old man um... Where is he right now?"
"He passed away right after I came to the Academy. He was in poor health anyway, so I anticipated it. However, I wish I could have been right by his side when he passed away.
The others told me he was bragging about one of his children being accepted into Zerous Academy even in his last moments..."
He said in a heavier tone.
" I see..."
Carseain responded . The followed silence gave Emel some space to clear his cluttered thoughts.
