“The children will never be pushed to our desperate state. With this new era of peace to protect them, they will surely reach ever greater heights." Quincy took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. "We all suffered under oppression. Just having the chance to see this prosperous era is a great fortune. And fate sending these children to us, giving us sessors, is an even greater one. We can rest in peace when we die." "I used to worry that Elysia was too kind, not ruthless enough, and that she would suffer for it. But now she has Tarquin by her side. Tarquin has a strong moralpass, but he''s also decisive and acts with a killer instinct. He perfectlypensates for Elysia''s gentle nature." Kindness is a virtue, but too much of it is a weakness. To be kind to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself. To achieve great things, one needs a certain edge of ruthlessness. The Matriarch said, "You underestimate Elysia. Elysia is kind, not gentle. She may be timid, but she has a spine of steel. She''s also destined for great things. Of course, having Tarquin by her side is even better." The Matriarch suddenly sighed. "But there are still regrets... I fear we won''t have the chance to help Gerald, Bernard, and Howard get their personal revenge. Never mind them, we probably won''t even get a chance to settle our own scores!" Quincy frowned. "The missiones first." The room fell silent again for a while. Quincy then asked, "Strain 8 you''ve been searching for has finally appeared. Can you defeat it?" The Matriarch''s expression turned solemn. “It has to be possible. Failure is not an option. Before I die, I will absolutely solve this massive problem! Otherwise, I won''t be able to rest in peace!" Quincy let out a long breath and asked, “Should we tell the children our secrets this time?" The Matriarch shook her head. "Even if we do, we can''t tell the children first. We''d have to tell Tarquin. When they leftst time, I saw something in his expression. He might have already sensed something. But let''s wait. The more you know, the greater the pressure.” ... Deep in the mountains, Bernard started coughing after ying with Evan for a while. Evan grew nervous. "Bernard!" Bernard pointed ahead. “I''m fine. Go get me some spring water from over there. My throat is dry, I''m thirsty." "Okay, okay. You sit down and rest for a bit." The moment Evan left, Bernard turned his head and coughed a violent spray of blood into the dirt. It was ckish in color-a very bad sign. Bernard frowned, sighing helplessly. He wiped the blood from his mouth and looked toward Evan in the distance. They used toe to this spot often. The spring water here was crisp, refreshing, and pure. Whenever he and Evan got thirsty running through the mountains, they always came here to quench their thirst. He had even left a small cup by the spring. The little guy nimbly hopped onto the rocks and started filling the cup. Bernard smiled, his eyes filled with adoration. By the time Evan returned with the water, Bernard had already covered the ck blood with dry leaves. The boy carefully handed the water to Bernard. "Bernard, drink up." After a few sips, Evan quickly asked, "Feeling better?" Bernard smiled and nodded. "Much better. I was just thirsty." Evan''s little brow furrowed with worry. "Bernard, let''s go home, okay?” “Hmm? Why go home? You don''t want to y anymore?" "Yeah, I''m tired. I want to go home." Bernard narrowed his eyes. "Liar. With your stamina, you could y until dark and not get tired. And even if you were, you''d be too much of a rascal to want to go back." Evan blinked a few times, then came clean. "I want you to go back and rest."


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