The hero I support will definitely defeat the devil

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That warm scene suddenly reminded Philomena of a sentence that man had said.

"If you have a child one day, maybe you will become very gentle."

It was just someone's joke, but Philomena accidentally remembered it.

If I also want to have offspring like ordinary people, can I find a new goal?

Suddenly, Philomena's interest was aroused.

But Philomena did not plan to get married and have children like ordinary people.

Because if she wanted to find a husband, she would definitely choose a gold-level professional.

The probability of two gold-level professionals having offspring is extremely small.

Because the stronger you are, the harder it is to give birth to offspring.

This is the case with giants and dragons, which is why they are so rare today.

In order to give birth to offspring, those noble families of the Gold Rank usually marry ordinary people or professionals below the Red Iron Rank. Only in this way can the two have more offspring.

So Philomena chose alchemy.

She spent a lot of time becoming a master alchemist, and finally created a perfect artificial human based on the fragments of her own soul.

A completely blank slate, yet with a similar essence to hers.

Philomena told the android that she actually had lost her memory.

Philomena took the child in as her true disciple.

As Philomena taught her, she understood what family and love were.

That person often said things that she once sneered at, but now she truly understood them.

Philomena felt as if she were no longer bored.

Philomena watched the child "grow up" little by little.

Philomena felt that she might have found a new path.

......

Philomena opened her eyes.

Her brows furrowed slightly.

I haven't had a dream in a long time.

I don’t know why, but today I dreamed about things from the past for the first time in a long time.

His gaze gradually focused downwards on the soft bed, where Virginia, who was lying, had already woken up.

She stared at Philomena blankly, not even blinking.

It seemed as if Virginia could gaze upon Philomena till the end of time.

"woke up?"

"Ah."

"How does it feel?"

"Healed well."

"That's good."

"Ah."

After the brief conversation, there was a long silence.

It seemed that neither the master nor the disciple intended to continue speaking.

Philomena didn't speak until Virginia wanted to do it.

"You'd better not get up. Have a good rest first."

"I'm already fine."

Virginia moved her arms and wrists.

"Why do you want to trouble the Lord of the Secret Realm?"

Although Philomena didn't pay much attention at the time, but after thinking about it carefully, she knew that Virginia must have deliberately challenged the mutant lion scorpion, otherwise Virginia would not have been able to find the other party's position so accurately, not to mention that she had deliberately found it.

“I want to go further.”

Virginia replied calmly.

"As a mage, you're trying to help a warrior break through life and death?"

Philomena felt like she was about to laugh.

Can that be the same?

The reason why many soldiers make life-and-death breakthroughs in battle is simply because they have no choice.

Because this path is the easiest for warriors, especially those with professions like Berserker or Swordsman. In comparison, other paths and even other professions' paths are much more difficult than this one.

By doing this, Virginia completely gave up the advantages of her legal profession.

It would be strange if Philomena wasn't angry.

“I can’t find a way forward, so I hope to find a new path through this opportunity.”

Virginia explained calmly.

She seems even more indifferent now.

"You should know that it doesn't matter if you don't break through. After all, you are already at the Gold Rank. For you who hardly come to the White Tower, the Gold Rank is enough. And you are only the acting Grand Duke, not the real Grand Duke."

Philomena sighed.

She seemed to have done something wrong.

Chapter 191: No Need

"But teacher, you want to continue to become stronger."

There was a subtle light in Virginia's eyes as she looked at Philomena.

“So I have to do it.”

"You don't have to bear responsibilities that don't belong to you."

Philomena looked at Virginia, who was like her own child, and for the first time, a trace of regret emerged in her heart.

Perhaps what she should have taught Virginia first was not responsibility, but self.

At that time, she was tired of governing the Blue Rose Principality, so she planned to hand it over to Virginia to manage.

This is why she left immediately after Virginia became a gold-level player.

Outside the White Tower, the Golden Stage has become the overlord.

The fact that a principality has a gold-level person is enough to prevent those kingdoms and empires from going back to spy, not to mention that Virginia has her, a true gem-level powerhouse, standing behind her.

"It's because of me, teacher, that you can't be promoted to Legend, right?"

Virginia said something shocking.

"....You know?"

Philomena did not deny it.

“I just found out about this not long ago.”

A look of sadness came over Virginia's face.

"At that time, when I was on the verge of death, I vaguely saw my own essence."

She lowered her head and looked at her hands.

"This body and this soul are all gifts from you, Teacher."

"Yeah, even I didn't think I could succeed."

Philomena sat down beside the bed. Now she looked more like a mother than a grand duke or a powerful person.

"I am only a half-baked alchemist. I was able to obtain the title of Alchemy Master because I have acquaintances in the Alchemy Guild, and they let me off easy during the assessment."

Philomena's alchemy level is certainly not as bad as she said, but compared to a real alchemy master, she is an extremely biased alchemist. Only in biological alchemy is she really at the master level. As for other subjects, Philomena can only be said to be average, only slightly better than those who have just become official alchemists.

"Even adding a fragment of my soul into your body was just a product of a sudden inspiration. But it was such a rough experiment full of accidents that gave birth to the perfect you."

Philomena stroked the top of Virginia's head as she had done when she was a little girl.

"Because your soul is no longer complete, you cannot ascend, right?"

Virginia looked at her teacher seriously.

"To be precise, it's because it can't be complete."

Philomena said in a casual tone.

"After reaching the Gold Stage, the injuries to the soul are not unhealable or self-healing. At most, it will be a little slower. But the prerequisite is that the person is truly injured."

"Are you not hurt?"

Virginia was a little confused.

The secrets of the soul are a mystery that cannot be understood by most people, but for professionals above the gold level, as their strength increases, they will sooner or later come into contact with the secrets of the soul.

"The soul fragments I separated lowered the upper limit of my soul power. Therefore, my soul is still complete, and even if I want to recover, I can't raise the upper limit. Just like a person with only two legs will not grow four legs no matter how much regeneration potion he drinks..."

Philomena told the whole story.

"But if that's all, then sooner or later I'll be able to find other ways to advance. After all, there are treasures that can increase the upper limit of soul power, they're just very rare."

"As long as you are alive, that fragment will always exist, but to the world, my soul will never be complete. I will always be suppressed by the world and unable to ascend."

"Why did the teacher do this in the first place?"

Virginia stared at her teacher blankly.

Why use fragments of your own soul?

Why create yourself?

Why come to save her?

The premonition at that time did not seem to be an illusion, but an instinctive sensation.

"You think I shouldn't do this?"

Philomena looked into Virginia's eyes with an inexplicable smile on her face.

"I...."

Virginia wanted to say that she didn't deserve the teacher's behavior, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't say them.

"Some people once thought that if I had children, I would be a gentle mother. I scoffed at that."

Philomena exclaimed.