Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

However, Broda seemed to have the answer.

He knew what he had to do.

Broda is not a person who blindly believes in rules and disregards human feelings. In fact, the reason why he advocates rules so much now is because when he was young, his impulsiveness implicated his comrades. In the magic reform in the past, dozens of comrades died in front of him.

The young man paid the price of blood for his contempt for rules and arrogance. Perhaps it was on that day that the real him died along with his comrades, and the one who survived was just a sinner.

Since then, Broda has been working hard to persuade others to pay attention to the rules and act according to them.

After living like this for many years, perhaps he got used to it. When others said that he respected rules, he seemed to really... start to respect rules.

But in fact, Broda is not a person who does not understand the ways of the world, so when facing the young elves who are afraid of the casting ceremony, he will do...

"He should have reached out."

Broda thought so and reached out his hand to the little guy.

The old man, who was slightly thin and had wrinkled hands, gently placed his hands on the young elf's head and slowly ruffled the little guy's soft golden hair.

"Don't be afraid," he said softly, "it's okay, the casting ceremony will be over soon."

The young elf seemed to still be somewhat resistant to Broda, so her petite body trembled, but in the end, she was very brave and did not escape. Instead, she raised her head, mustered up her courage, looked Broda in the eyes with her big emerald eyes, and asked softly:

"Then... Mr. Broda, sir, after the casting ceremony is over... can I see my father and mother again?"

This question seems simple.

“He should answer ‘yes’.”

Broda nodded and tried to force out a friendly smile:

"Yes, after the casting ceremony, you will be able to see your father and mother again."

“Is that so…” The little guy blinked, an expression of longing appeared on his face, and then he nodded very seriously, “Then, I won’t be afraid!”

"Well, good boy," Broda praised unskillfully, "you are so good. Your parents will probably be happy for you when they see you being so brave, right?"

The little fellow became even more excited upon hearing this, and immediately thanked Broda politely:

"Thank you, Mr. Broda!"

"You're welcome."

Broda touched the little girl's head again and whispered to her to wait next to the tent in the center of the camp.

The little guy was very obedient and left them happily.

After that, Broda stopped smiling and turned to look at the scholar named Quintus.

Under the scholar's trembling gaze, the old man reached out and gently patted the scholar's shoulder.

"You forgot to breathe."

He reminded, his tone as calm as always.

Quintus was stunned for a moment, then he panicked and puffed up his chest and began to breathe like a normal human being.

Afterwards, he also thanked Broda:

"Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Broda."

Broda simply responded:

"Don't forget what we have to do."

[To be continued]

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