A rare magical miracle in the world

"You killed Hakesa, didn’t you? You were the one who killed him."

’It wasn’t me, I didn’t kill him.’

’It wasn’t me.’

When such a question was first posed before him, Hailbo felt a slight tremble in his heart.

But he quickly calmed down and began to defend himself carefully, he hadn’t murdered his ’comrade,’ he truly hadn’t.

"Murder doesn’t always require a knife or sword; a pen or even a word can suffice."

"Ever since the porridge incident, you’ve been waiting for him to embarrass himself, so you could suppress him."

"Once, twice, three times, you created opportunities, crafted the atmosphere, all to isolate him."

"So what is this? Silent violence? Or bullying?"

’Why would you say that.’

’You, you’re talking nonsense!’

Why would they say that about him, he hadn’t done anything.

He hadn’t done a thing!

"When Your Majesty was informed of his unauthorized entry into the Magical Forest, there were numerous entreaties in front of you from the Yatun Clan, Fairy Clan, and Treant Race—’Please Your Majesty, kill Hakesa!’"

When Bailuo saw this, he immediately understood.

Someone was manipulating the atmosphere, someone was step by step setting a deathtrap for Hakesa, forcing him to break Yatun laws.

Otherwise, with Hakesa’s personality, he would have endured no matter what.

But Hailbo’s move in the cafeteria became the last straw that broke his resolve.

Bailuo couldn’t possibly give a chance to a man hated by all and stained with disgrace.

So he said nothing, and there was no need to say anything.

Everything would be handled by the rules...

"Ka ka ka."

Hailbo’s body trembled with horror, he forced himself to keep control, even letting go of his staff just to steady his hand holding the state document.

The youth prayed inwardly, hoping for his hands to calm down, to stop trembling.

However, those present were all powerful Children of Miracle, how could they not notice Hailbo’s state.

Although they didn’t understand why.

But he, indeed, was afraid.

’It won’t happen.’

’It won’t! It won’t!!’

’The teacher wouldn’t scheme against me here!’

Hailbo broke into cold sweat on his forehead, the composure and calm that were once there were completely overturned, ’This is a major nation’s diplomacy, Yatun’s diplomacy! Even the teacher wouldn’t joke about this!’

Bailuo had assured him personally.

To kill him would be to declare war on Yatun, a battle to death.

Uncle would never put Bailuo in such a difficult position of starting a war or breaking his word.

He must be joking!

Or perhaps, it was just a small test, a trial.

Yes, it had to be!

He hadn’t realized it; he wasn’t clever enough, hadn’t considered Uncle’s thoughts.

’Search, search quickly.’

Hailbo bit his teeth, forcing himself to stay calm, ’Clues, there must be clues left for me, there must be!’

"The kid is trembling."

"Seems like he’s run out of tricks."

"Just another youngster who only knows how to talk. My lord, cook him just like the others before."

"Heh heh, it’s been a while since I’ve seen someone struggle in the boiling oil."

"..."

Teases and insults from the Demons echoed around him, but Hailbo couldn’t hear them; he was completely lost in his own world.

"During these three days, I will teach you new knowledge, and also the true spirit and will of Yatun."

’May I call you teacher? Even though it’s just for three days, but...’

[Yes.]

’Then, then have you forgiven me, teacher?’

Had Uncle forgiven him?

’Herman · Reines!’

Hailbo’s mind went blank, tears filled his eyes, and the name he saw only made him want to cry even more, ’Why, why do this?’

You knew the King of Aolai’s name, why still humiliate him.

If he read that sentence out loud, how would he resolve it?

If Yatun Nation openly disrespected Aolai Country, even if the Envoy talked himself hoarse, a simple ’Oh, is this really what your king thinks?’ from the King of Aolai would render him speechless.

’I know I am a tainted person.’

’A tainted person can’t stand in a place that is brilliant,’ Hailbo: ’But this is a major nation’s diplomacy, this is where I mustered the courage I had barely gathered, where I desperately want to prove myself!’

’He was tainted, so he died; now I am tainted too, do I have to die as well?’

Could Yatun really be wanting to wage war with Aolai Country?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Of that alone, Hailbo was certain.

But Uncle’s wisdom was unfathomable, and Hailbo couldn’t see how his own death would benefit Yatun.

But just because he couldn’t see it didn’t mean there weren’t any benefits.

After all, that was Uncle, a fearsome wise man who inspired fear, someone he never dared to cross.

"Are you afraid?"

"Yes."

"Don’t be, you will come back."

On the last day before the mission, Bailuo found Hailbo.

They sat together in the clearing of the Dream Forest, gazing at the brilliant starry sky above.

They no longer seemed like sovereign and subject, but more like a brother encouraging a younger brother about to stand on his own.

’But teacher...’

’Don’t listen to him, he’s just trying to scare you,’ Bailuo patted the youth’s shoulder, smiling, ’So, no need for a hundred diplomatic missions, one will suffice.’

A hundred diplomatic missions was almost an impossible task.

Because no one could be sure it was safe every time.

And any mistake would mean Hailbo could die.

’Once isn’t enough.’

Hailbo stated firmly, ’Because a hundred is so difficult, that’s how I can prove, that I, I have no ill intentions...’

’What ill intentions.’

Bailuo ruffled the boy’s hair, laughing, ’To me, you are clean.’