Chapter 954: 14. The day to stop the missile (3)

There are countless things I want to say to her.
But facing her weeping and trembling, she could say nothing.
Whatever the reasons and excuses, the fact that she did something she should not do will not change. Being forced into a desperate situation by the cruel situation, he did not pay attention to the people around him, nor did he pay attention to the situation of Minerva and understand her well. This one alone is already an irreparable mistake, not to mention the subsequent violence.
This is a crime, no matter how it is justified, this will not change.
To be honest, Roland is more willing to hear Minerva's accusations of himself than to explain, at least it will make him feel better.
Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was some kind of destiny. When there were three girls in the room, Roland was already awake.
In the dim, the three people's answers and answers entered Roland's ears without any word. In connection with his ugly acts of violence against Minerva, Roland, who experienced shame and hardship, was unable to wake up at that time to thank him.
When Favna realized that he had woken up and left with the spider, and he was alone with Minerva in the room, Roland finally made up his mind and got up to apologize to Minerva. Only at this moment can he fully and honestly apologize to the girl who was hurt by himself.
"Sorry--"
Very simple, but also a sincere apology that poured all Roland's apologies.
He had repeatedly imagined Minerva's reaction to this.
Loudly blame, walk away, sneer-if these pictures come true, then he will probably kneel down and beg for Minerva's forgiveness.
However, Minerva cried.
Tears flowed from the clear blue eyes, and they continued to fall along the white cheeks, and the mouth covered with the fist overflowed and whispered softly.
Looking at Minerva who suddenly entered crying mode, Roland suddenly panicked and tried to say something to comfort her, but his mind was blank, and he couldn't say anything that could be useful.
After a long gap, he held back the same words as before.
"Sorry...I did so much to you."
"No... not like this."
Shaking his head with a complex expression of shame, at a loss, and a little joy, Minerva lowered his head to sort out his mood, and once again fell into nowhere to know how to be good, Roland said nothing.
An awkward and ambiguous silence lay between the two.
Roland could not think of any words to express his remorse and apology. The heavy words alone were already difficult to convey. No matter how good the words were, the words that could not be conveyed would be meaningless. He also felt vaguely that what Minerva wanted to hear was not necessarily an apology.
If she wants to blame herself, Roland is willing to bear it.
If he points out the method of atonement, Roland is also willing to go all out to make up for his sins.
Even if he was asked to kneel and bow his head to admit his mistake, he would kneel on his knees without hesitation.
In addition to asking him to thank him for his death-until everything is over, only this one can not promise-Roland is willing to make every effort to seek Minerva's forgiveness.
He did not know that Minerva was thinking about the same thing.
The teenage girl seeking the other's understanding so silently waited for the other to speak first without saying a word.
Soon, the anxious Roland couldn't help it.
"I know it's not going to be an apology."
With his head down, he said as if he were a sinful sinner:
"I have done too much...I honestly don't dare to ask you to forgive me, but...I hope to compensate...At least give me a chance to atonement. No matter what you ask for...Although you want me to go Dead or killing, kind of... but as long as I can do it, I will do my best. So... can you tell me, what should I do?"
"Roland?"
Minerva felt at ease and confused when she asked for unexpected petitions.
Roland is still that Roland, but in some places... temperament? Or determination? It seems a little different.
"It's the same everywhere."
Like an epiphany and a lament, Roland whispered.
"This is the status quo we have to face."
The Mikana family.
The holy city thing.
Betrayal of the mother goddess.
And-Li Lin's thing.
"Everyone is desperately. To implement their own claims, to deny others' claims, to change the world that doesn't change. Everyone is desperately. Whether it is a church, an elf, a human, an orc, and you , Me, everyone is the same."
There is still room for improvement in the world-because of such a promising future, people can face the cruel reality and continue to work hard towards a "better future". Regardless of the means, there is nothing wrong with this matter.
But neither the church nor the nations, nor Li Lin.
They all chose to deny others and advocate themselves as the only correct way to achieve change in the world. The nations did not hesitate to resort to war and sent tens of thousands of people to battlefield purgatory; the church abandoned humanity and spared the lives of thousands of believers, only for a gamble with no chance of winning. And Li Lin... He simply denied human nature and hope, treated everything as numbers and symbols, and used formulas and calculations to construct a "absolutely correct" world that only lost humanity and hope.
For now, Li Lin is the closest to achieving his goal. With his wrists and strength, the chance of achieving "a world of permanent peace" is quite high. In some senses, this will also be the most unique and correct answer in the long-term process of exploring the ideal society by the intelligent species. Perhaps the thought of everyone has been standardized, and even the resistance and hope have become quantitative values. The world under control will be the only future, and Roland shudders.
"I want to change all this. Even now, I still can’t be sure if I am qualified to say such things, but I really can’t stand it-whether it’s praise for death or disregard for humanity, I think these are wrong. At least I I feel that these ways of thinking are not correct."
The little villages of childhood emerged in front of me.
Perhaps it is indulging in a world of false peace.
Perhaps it is ignoring the cruel world.
Perhaps it would be such a naive and childish ideal that you were born in a kind of isolated environment.
But... is this wrong? Is naive childishness worthy of death?
Isn't that right?
The world is indeed cruel, and ideals and innocence alone cannot support the weight of reality.
But the world should also allow ideals and innocence to exist, leaving people with room for hope.
"I want to correct this error. Use what I know to correct the cruelty of the world. I know this is arrogance, a fantasy that is almost fantasy, but I can't stand it. For this, I need strength to change All this, the power to fight against Li Lin. It is not enough to rely on myself alone, I need your power, the power of everyone, even the power of other countries. I decided to do this because I can’t stand it, Because I want to change."
"Roland, you--"
"So, please give me a chance to atone. I don’t want to hesitate anymore, I don’t want to be hesitant anymore, watching someone die in front of me for some strange and unreasonable reason. In order not to repeat the same mistake, please give I have a chance. I know this is a selfish request, but I beg you anyway—"
"It goes without saying."
Minerva reached out in front of Roland anxiously and shook his head slightly.
"Ask for forgiveness... Actually it should be me."
"Needless to say, I know it all."
Roland nodded and shook his head again.
"But these are two different things. I can't forgive myself, I want to compensate you."
"Don't..."
Minerva, who finally understood the sound outside Roland's string, showed a surprised expression, and the flush that almost dripped in a blink of an eye continued to the ear.
"All of our conversations just now..."
"Ah, sorry... just woke up at that time."
"..."
The two blushed and lowered their heads together.
The green and embarrassing breath continuously volatilized in the air.
"...Low grade."
"Sorry."
"...Too much."
"I'm really sorry."
"If you really want to apologize, don't say sorry."
The girl burst into tears and smiled, deeply, deeply, as if injecting all her thoughts and feelings into it, and staring at the teenager.
"Let me hear... your true voice."
He calmed down, the teenager took a deep breath, and his sudden heartbeat slowly calmed down.
"If you said that, would you forgive me?"
"Will do."
Without any hesitation, the girl answered yes.
Taking another deep breath, the teenager spoke.
"I like you, I love you, Minerva."
"……I am so happy."
Almost weeping again, holding back the tears of happiness, Minerva took Roland's hand.
"Really... very happy... so strange, obviously happy, why, tears can't help..."
The slender palm wanted to draw back to wipe away the tears, and a strong hand held the girl's palm with his backhand.
"..."
After silently confirming each other's intentions~EbookFREE.me~ The girl's graceful body pounced into the teenager's arms, and the gentle fragrance filled the teenager's nasal cavity.
Hugging her soft, tender body tightly, Roland turned over and pressed Minerva onto the bed, her two lips overlapping. Asking for each other's lips without any worries, breathing each other's breath. The warmth called "happiness" is rippling in the chest.
In the slightly dim light, Roland clumsily removed Minerva's clothes and asked carefully:
"May I?"
The honest question was almost stupid, but Roland couldn't help but worry that the previous painful experience would cast a shadow on Minerva. Fortunately, the girl blushed her jaw gently.
"Ok."
The charming answer prompted Roland to make up her mind and let go of her concerns completely. The teenager covered his body with fair skin and kissed him.
"Um...ah..."
Along with the gentle and powerful movements of the teenager, the girl's mouth leaked out a painful happiness breath, and the young body was entangled and hurriedly leaping.