Chapter 1613

"Trust me! Dad, if you do, you will regret it in the future."

When Delphi said this, her eyes were firm. At the same time, Marca's eyes shook rarely.

When she saw Maka standing there, she was stunned and said:

"Really?"

"Yes," Delphi said firmly, "to tell you the truth, this idea actually fits my heart! If I don't consider anything else, I think I will agree... But it doesn't fit my father's consistent idea, does it?"

When Maka heard her say this, she couldn't help subconsciously turning back and glancing at the tube of semi-finished medicine on the test tube rack.

Yes, he knew that Delphi was right - if he had been in the past, he would never want to refine such a thing. Because this practice, even if it can not be compared with Haier Bo's actions, is only the difference between 50 steps and 100 steps.

Perhaps it was because Maka had already understood this, that he never told Hermione, but chose to hide it.

"Yes, I have to admit, you're right." Marca looked away from the test tube rack and looked back at Delphi again. "But Delphi... You know, I don't have a better way."

"Can --"

Delphi pursed her lips and looked painfully at the "father" in front of her - she wanted to find a reason for Maka to give up the plan. She didn't want Maka to bear an unpayable sin forever in the future.

Unfortunately, she can't.

Since we can't do it, it seems that we have to bear it together with our father.

"Dad, I'll go with you tonight, and not just tonight... I'm not like you at this point. I won't feel guilty for doing so."

"I know," Marca nodded with a heavy heart, "thank you."

Marca just said she would take Delphi, but he didn't do it. But this time, Delphi took the initiative to become one of the implementers of the plan.

Seriously, Maka was moved. After all, the plan really put a lot of pressure on him. But soon, he put it aside for the time being, because there was obviously another thing that made him more uneasy.

"Delphi, but... How did you know my plan?"

There is no doubt that Maka never told anyone about it. Until now, the potion in the test tube is even a semi-finished product. No matter who comes, it is impossible to infer what the finished product looks like.

But when she heard Maka's question, Delphi didn't directly give a positive answer, but after a little pause, the topic suddenly changed:

"Dad, when I was walking around the block where the asylum seekers lived, I came across a mother and daughter. I didn't know whether they were wizards or Muggles, and I didn't ask... I just chatted with them casually. There was no special purpose."

"But who knows," said Delphi, dropping his eyes slightly and whispering, "it is because of this accident that I found some problems I hadn't noticed before."

"Is it a memory problem?"

With Delphi's narration, Maka's eyebrows tightened little by little, and after seeing Delphi nodding, they twisted into a ball.

"People's memory is really wonderful. When you think something is not so important, it will automatically hide in your mind so that you will no longer notice it easily... However, those memories that will not be simply remembered have not disappeared. It has always been there, waiting for you to recall it by chance one day."

Memory is a part of the soul. Marca, who has deeply studied the rules of the soul, naturally knows its complexity.

However, with his mastery of the soul rules, he always believed that the magic left on the time converter was absolutely enough to rewrite Delphi's memory in the future.

However, having confidence in your magic does not mean that you have the same confidence in the plan to challenge the rules of time. The only uncertainty may be that no one can accurately know what will happen in the future.

"Dad, you know what? I found that I can speak fluent French... And as far as I know, you don't seem to."

This is a tangible evidence.

If the previous battle of spiral town is very similar to the "night of the living dead" in Delphi's memory, and it can also be said to be Marca's reasonable deduction of the future, now Delphi's skillful use of French is an irrefutable evidence that the fact is out of Marca's control.

After all, Delphi's memory of the former is only pieced together through many "rumors", and the latter has almost turned into her instinct.

"Wait."

Suddenly, Maka seemed to think of something and quickly took out the time converter from her arms. Then he saw him cross the gold ring of the pendant and look carefully.

It can be seen that the words "Delphi McLean" engraved by him are still there. That's right. Even though more than ten years had left traces of wear and tear on the score, and the magic that had already been launched had disappeared, he did not find any suspicious problems.

What I have to say... Are the scratches on the head a little shallower than in my impression?

"See for yourself."

Maka shook her head and handed the time converter to Delphi.

While Delphi couldn't help staring at the converter and meditating, Maka had thought more - obviously, Delphi's problem stems from the rules of time, not his soul. In this way, the question of Luna and Delphi's continuous death seems to have a direction that can be explained.

Perhaps, the entangled fate between Luna and Delphi has not been completely solved. Maka's practice just postponed their "inevitable" outcome again and again.

The inconspicuous struggle between Maka and the rules of time has never been decided.

"So... Even if Noah's magic stone can make Luna go through another difficulty, what's the next time? Another time?" Marca couldn't help muttering, "the rules of time are staring at Luna."

Even it seems that this is not just Luna, because there is a Delphi in the circle of time!

"Hiss -"

Maka took a deep breath and looked at the "eldest daughter" with her head slightly lowered. She didn't know what to say for a while.

So, both of them fell into silence.