Chapter 1571

"Don't worry, how could I leave you because you can't help?"

"... really?"

"Of course, I assure you."

"Dad, I know what you're going to do next... If you see the past me, please... Tell her this sentence..."

In that messy central square, what happened "once" is repeating itself. To some extent, Maka may be successful. At least on the surface, everything seems to have not changed.

"I see... I will."

At this time, Maka hugged Delphi and answered the other party's dying plea. But at this time, he obviously didn't realize that he had actually fulfilled his promise.

Some words just need to be said once. The key is whether you do your best for it.

A moment later, Maka held the time converter, looked at Delphi's long lost blood face, and began to figure out how to recover the tragedy.

Then he turned the little hourglass in the middle of the golden ring and suddenly disappeared.

Yes, many things haven't changed - at least in Marca's cognition at that time. But just after he used the time converter to go back to the past, suddenly, a delicate ice bird quietly flew out of the inner pocket of Delphi's robe.

It dances around Delphi, who is no longer breathing, and is flexible like a living creature.

Just after flying for a while, I saw that it turned into a crystal water and got into Delphi's mouth by itself.

……

Delphi didn't know how she lived... No, she wasn't even sure whether she had died.

She only remembered that the night seemed to come earlier than she thought, and it was darker than she thought. It was so dark that even if she leaned against her father's arms, she couldn't even see each other's faces.

But now it's all right. Although it's really dark, she can still see it. Even if you lose all your strength, the result will not change after all, but as long as you are still alive, this may be enough.

Because even if he becomes a Muggle, his father won't abandon himself and don't want himself - this is what his father said himself.

"... dad."

Delphi stumbled into the hole dug by Haier Bo, and her body that had not fully recovered was bruised, but she still gritted her teeth and rolled into the underground secret passage.

"Oh!"

Already rolling, she couldn't stop rushing forward. She bumped into the wall of the secret road and immediately hit her head with blood.

But she still endured the pain all over her body, only raised her hand to touch the blood on her sliding eyebrows, and then walked along the secret road.

This secret road seems to have no end, most of the torches on the wall are scattered on the ground, and cracks and scars are all over the wall and the ground.

In the past, this secret road was hardly used. Today, it is estimated that it is the first time it has been used. So obviously, these traces are new - there must have been a fight here just now.

To tell the truth, the battle must not be fierce - at least according to the strength of both sides, this level of fighting can only be regarded as a greeting to each other at best.

"Dad... I know you're here... Dad..."

Delphi ran very hard. She couldn't stop panting. The pain made her stagger. But even so, her forward speed did not decrease by a bit, but faster and faster.

Because intuition told her that her father, Marca McLean, must be ahead.

"Dad!"

The next moment, the second Delphi shouted, a familiar figure sitting in a pool of blood with his back against the wall finally came into her eyes.

At the same time, however, the figure who was being held in her arms also came into her sight.

Delphi was stunned for a moment. Then he staggered to Marca's side and hurriedly checked the visible injuries on his body.

"Dad, medicine... Magic medicine! Your injury must be treated as soon as possible -"

She was talking anxiously, but she saw that Maka seemed to notice her arrival and squeezed out a smile without any smile at her.

"Oh, here you are... Are you still alive?"

Marca released her hand holding the man in her arms, slowly extended it and touched Delphi's face.

"Well, I wish I were alive. At least I didn't count both things wrong."

"Dad..."

Delphi didn't care that the palm that stroked his cheek was full of blood, so she quickly grasped it tightly with both hands, just as the other party did to herself not long ago.

"Don't worry, it's okay, don't worry."

Maka let her hold her hand. The warmth made him squint slightly. But at the same time, his other arm held the man in his arms tighter.

"Let me be quiet. I'll be fine soon. I need to... Think about it..."

Soon, the dark secret road was quiet again, and only two breaths echoed faintly.

Dale Felton paused and finally stopped clamoring for Maka to take magic medicine to heal himself. Instead, he clutched Maka's palm and sat down beside him.

Because she had found that so much blood nearby obviously didn't flow out of Maka's body.

Unknowingly, blood soaked her clothes.

After more than ten minutes of silence, Maka said again:

"Delphi, I suddenly remember one thing - it's about you! Although I thought I wouldn't tell others about it, especially you... Now I think it might be a good opportunity."

"What... What's up?"

When Delphi heard the speech, she couldn't help wondering a little, but she heard Maka quickly continue:

"You know what? In fact, when you were young, I stretched out two fingers to let you choose your life - whether to live as a Muggle child, or as a wizard's child, I brought you up myself."

"But do you know how you chose?" Marca smiled. "You stretched out two small hands and held both my fingers at the same time!"

As he spoke, he smiled twice, then shook his head and said:

"I thought you were going to be a Muggle born wizard. But now it seems that this is my wishful thinking..."

At this point, in Delphi's stunned eyes, Maka finally sighed.

"I didn't believe in fate," he whispered, hugging the man in his arms. "But facts have proved that... There may be such a thing as' destiny 'in this world."