The consciousness gradually blurred, and the eyes still stopped working, and everything in front of me began to blur.

Time seemed to slow down a lot at this moment, which also made him have time to think about Layette's words.

Most of what he said was correct, but...but... I always felt like I had forgotten something...

The picture in front of him began to blur, and some past clips appeared in front of him.

That is the memory of the past self, leading the young Charles to the slums for investigation...

The slums were very dilapidated, far worse than they are now, and far bigger than they are now, because during that time, Britania had just experienced a civil war for not many years and was in a mess.

"Teacher." The young Charles looked at the crowds of people coming and going on the street and asked in confusion, "Why don't they wear clean new clothes, and do they have to wear such torn and dirty clothes?"

This was the first time that Charles had walked out of the palace and the first time he saw the outside world.

Sebass stopped and explained patiently, "Charles, in this world, not everyone is like you, with endless clean clothes and endless food.

There are a large number of people who don’t even have clothes to wear, not to mention meat, and even three meals a day cannot be guaranteed.”

At first, Charles looked surprised and disbelief, but after looking around, he asked in confusion, "Why is this happening?"

"Because uneven distribution of wealth is one reason, and the most important reason is that the country is not rich enough and the country is rich. Even if the wealth is still uneven distribution, the lives of people here will be improved, and this..."

Sebass looked at Charles, "It is the responsibility of being the king."

Charles lowered his head and thought for a moment, looked up at Sebass, "I don't like seeing all this."

"Then you have to change all this with your own efforts," said Sebas.

Charles was silent, watching the people coming and going around him, and then, as if he had seen something, his eyes lit up.

"Teacher, look, there is an aunt over there wearing clean clothes!"

Hearing the sound, Sebas turned his head and saw a woman in her thirties sitting on the street selling oranges at the end of the corner.

"Let's go and take a look." Charles said, looking up at Sebass.

Sebas nodded...

...

"How do you sell these oranges by the boss?"

Hearing the sound, the woman raised her head and looked at the person who was asking questions. One was a middle-aged man in his forties, while the other was a boy who looked only seven or eight years old, who looked like he was father and son.

Although their clothes are ordinary, their temperament is very special, and they are completely different from those who should appear in slums, like nobles.

But the women were not too excited, but instead looked at them for a moment and answered their questions.

"One pound..."

"Get a pound." As he said, Sebas took out a banknote from his arms and handed it to the woman, then asked casually.

"Madam, you probably weren't the one who lived here?"

"Yeah." The woman said while pretending to be oranges, "Our family originally lived in the city. My husband had a decent job. Although it was meager, he could still support the whole family."

"But why..."

"Later he became ill. In order to cure him, we sold our house and car and sold everything we could sell. Because he became ill, our family lost its source of income and had to live in a slum with relatively cheap rent."

The woman said calmly, not much loss in her tone.

"Then do you hate this country?" asked Charles, who was beside Sebas.

Hearing this, Sebass turned his head and looked at Charles with surprise.

The woman raised her head in confusion, "Hate? Why hate?"

"Because you lost everything in this country and you lived in a place like this," Charles said.

The woman smiled and shook her head, "It's not the country that made me lose all this, right?"

Although I haven't read many books, I also know that you should not be greedy and be grateful.

Last year, medical insurance was implemented nationwide. Everyone can enjoy medical insurance by paying a little money a year. Most of the money my husband spent on illness was reimbursed by medical insurance, which gave us the remaining money to provide my daughter with school.

The unemployment allowance and relief funds issued by the state also allow our family to survive after losing their only source of income. These are all given to me by the state, aren’t they?”

The woman smiled brightly, and a ray of sunshine shone on her face from the breaking clouds, but Sebas and Charles felt that her smile was even brighter than the sunshine.

"My husband was discharged from the hospital last month and found a new job in the city. Our family plans to move back to the city tomorrow. You are lucky. Today is the last day I sold oranges here, so, they are all sold at a cheap price."

The woman's last words echoed in Sebas and Charles' ears, and the two walked towards the place where the car was parked on the street.

On the way, Charles peeled the orange and put it in his mouth, and then sighed happily.

“So sweet.”

"Is that true," Sebas smiled, "I would have known we would have bought a few more pounds."

Suddenly, Charles looked up at Sebas, "Teacher, I remember, aren't the medical insurance and unemployment benefits all you asked your mother in the Palace Hall?"

Sebas didn't reply, but just asked with a smile, "What do you think of coming out today?"

Charles thought for a moment, then said excitedly, "I will definitely be a good emperor in the future, so that everyone in this place will smile like that aunt just now!"

"That might be difficult," Sebas smiled.

"But teacher, you will help me, right?" Charles said.

"I will assist you when you can be your own, but have you figured it out clearly? If you aim for this, I will demand you more strictly, and you will be more tired and harder than you are now." Sebas said seriously.

Charles pondered for a moment, then raised his head and smiled, "People are laughing, aren't they? I think this goal can't be wrong."

Sebass stared at Charles with a bright look, "Even if your future life is treated like a machine?"

"Ah, even if it's taken as a machine." Charles smiled.

Sebas rubbed Charles' hair with a complicated expression, "I don't know what to set for random goals."

"I don't know nothing, I'm very serious, teacher!"

"Okay, let's go."

"But teacher, if I am afraid in the future, you must let me persevere! I don't want to give up my goal because I'm afraid, that would be too embarrassing."

"Don't worry, if you are scared in the future, I will scold you harshly..."

The picture finally freezes the scene of the old man holding the boy's hand into the car...

I remembered...

What I forgot...

"No matter what Charles after that, I believe that what Charles said at that time must be from the heart! It is sincere!"

Sebas opened his eyes again and looked at Layette standing not far away.

He supported himself and stood firmly, and the light flowed on his chest, and the light condensed into a long sword that looked like a cross sword and appeared on his other hand.

“That’s…”

Van Helsing opened his eyes.

"Void..." Zarahag murmured softly.

...

"I won't lose to you, no matter what, I won't lose to you!"

Sebas yelled with gritted teeth.

Until the end, I was proud of this ideal! I was proud of Charles!

The sword in his hand is the condensation of ideals! It is the condensation of ideals of that young man back then!

The body that was cut by the sword was covered with bruises, fingers were broken, hands and feet were cracked, and even myself did not notice it, and my breathing had already stopped.

If the speed of the rushing is not worth mentioning, the attack you swung is so mediocre.

The random swing is a very mediocre blow.

……However.

This first strike is heavier than any hit that has always been.

"What?"

Layette's gradually calming heart turned into astonishment in seconds.

The rising sword was like crazy, and the sword was creaking with a speed far beyond his imagination.

Where did Layette still have such power? While resisting Sebas' sword, he thought so in his heart.

The intensity of the swords and halberds that confront each other is incomparable to the previous ones.

"This guy...!"

If his intuition tells Layette not to attack, he will be defeated.

The sword attacked the enemy who was already dying.

Sebas waved the two swords in his hand recklessly, and the sword blades attacked each other.
To be continued...