Wizard: I brought the wrong system.

Chapter 596 A Life Without Regrets: Easier Said Than Done

A dense swarm of bats took flight from the thick forest, spreading rapidly. The sound of their thin wings flapping rapidly overlapped, creating a low, buzzing sound. The surrounding light was mercilessly swallowed up, leaving only a blurry outline, as if dark clouds were pressing down on the city, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

"Which direction did Lord Yaro go?"

Claire kept a watchful eye on the bats in the sky while asking questions.

"over there!"

Bevan pointed to the shadow of the mountain to the left of the woods.

“Okay, let’s go around there,” Claire said decisively.

……

Guided by the roaring sound, they easily found the entrance to the underground palace.

The two lay down behind a small mound not far away, trying to see carefully, but they couldn't see anything inside. They could only see injured, blood-red bats fleeing in panic from time to time, and they also saw a group of ordinary bats flying in together.

This situation exceeded their expectations.

They had initially thought that getting closer would allow them to get a clearer view of the battle.

"Father...why don't we go in and take a look together?"

Bevin was somewhat worried.

He wasn't worried about Yaro encountering any powerful enemies; in his heart, his teacher was the strongest.

His concern was that Yaro's magic wouldn't be able to hold up.

This was also the reason he called his father along.

The powerful enemies will definitely be dealt with by the teacher. The father just needs to provide support to prevent the teacher from being injured by the blood-red bat after exhausting his magic power.

"no!"

Claire stared intently at the entrance, letting the gusts of air from the underground palace explosion whip his short hair around, refusing to turn around without looking back:

“The situation inside is unclear. It would be too risky for me to take you in rashly, and it would also be too dangerous for you to stay outside. So we can only wait here until this violent explosion stops, or until Lord Yaro appears in our sight.”

"What if the teacher gets stuck inside and can't get out?" Bevan asked, frowning.

Claire glanced back at Bevan and said calmly:

"You don't need to worry too much. Even without witchcraft or magic, your teacher's skills are no worse than those of a regular knight. In particular, his reaction and agility are impressive. Compared to him, my movements in battle are as stiff as a bear. If we rush in without understanding the situation, we might actually hinder him."

"you……"

Bevin wanted to say, 'Are you scared again? Just like after Mother's accident, you used the excuse of needing to take care of me to avoid investigating the truth?'

Bevan would definitely have said something like that in the past.

But now, after receiving months of instruction from his teacher, after hearing about his father's difficulties, and after learning the consequences of the "True Martial Arts Meaning" of the Heaven-Mending Technique...

He swallowed back the words he was about to say, sighed deeply, and looked towards the entrance as well.

Claire didn't know what Bevan was going to say, but knowing his son as he did, he figured it wouldn't be anything nice.

He wasn't angry, he just said calmly:

“No qualified commander on the battlefield will easily use the reserves. Once the reserves are used, it means either the battle situation is clear and they are ready to end the battle with one decisive blow, or the battle situation is unfavorable and they are preparing to retreat.”

Right now, we're the reserve team.

The rumbling sounds from underground are constant, and the situation remains unclear. If we rashly move out, it would be a dereliction of duty.

Claire's well-organized words sounded to Bevin like a general dispatching soldiers—ruthless, cold, and exceptionally jarring.

Unable to contain his emotions, he sneered:

“My father, my general, your analysis is as calm as ice! Your logic may be correct on the battlefield, but in peacetime, I think intuition and courage are more important than cold analysis!” Bevin practically pointed his finger at him and said, “You’re just scared.”

Claire said calmly:
"Intuition and courage? Intuition is the overall feedback of accumulated experience, emotions, subconsciousness and instinctive reactions. Upon closer examination, it is still a kind of analysis, an analysis without logical reasoning."

As for courage... that's something cowards use to encourage themselves. I don't need that. I just need to do what I believe is right.

If the enemy is so powerful that even Lord Yaro cannot handle it, then there is no point in me going up.

If the enemy is very weak, I don't need to waste my time going in.

There's only one situation where I might need to... that is when Lord Yaro is evenly matched with the enemy, but outnumbered in the enemy's stronghold. In such a situation, Lord Yaro definitely has the ability to escape, and that's the situation I need to prevent.

After Lord Yaro escaped from the underground palace, we did everything we could to buy him time... even if it was just a few seconds.

As for you… I'm sorry, Bevin, given the current situation, I simply don't have time to send you away. I can only hope that Lord Aro can take you with him when he leaves.”

Bevan was not frightened by these words; instead, he looked at his father in surprise.

He suddenly realized that his father seemed to have become somewhat unfamiliar... a familiar kind of unfamiliarity!

Just like his father's usual attitude many years ago when he was a child.

On the surface, it may easily give people a sense of distance, but in reality, it is a kind of steadfastness beneath a calm exterior.

Don't persuade others to be kind to others without suffering.

Similarly, although Bevin witnessed his father climbing mountains and walking alone in the wilderness for several days, he could not imagine the changes in Claire's heart.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they transformed from a cocoon into a butterfly.

This is Claire's solo pilgrimage.

It was also a pilgrimage for him and 'Claire' from the book.

Bystanders are just bystanders, only bystanders, and can only be bystanders.

Now, Claire and the 'Claire' in the book have separated.

The 'Claire' in the book should have now discovered the 'Relics of Mending the Sky', is learning martial arts, and is on the final leg of her pilgrimage.

Claire's pilgrimage is not yet complete.

He has not yet determined the specific location of the 'Relics of Mending the Heavens', nor has he personally carved the stone sculptures and martial arts inheritance of the 'Relics of Mending the Heavens'.

Even so, his inner self underwent a certain degree of transformation.

A life without regrets is easier said than done.

He is working towards that goal.

……

Noticing that Bevan was staring at her, Claire turned around and asked in confusion:

"what happened?"

"No...it's nothing...um, you're right."

Bevin turned his head away to conceal his intentions, looking back at the entrance to the underground palace.

The two remained silent, and after an unknown amount of time, the frequency of the rumbling sounds from underground gradually decreased.

The dense swarm of bats overhead had dispersed, leaving only a few sparse, injured ordinary bats scattered on the ground, chirping incessantly, creating a strangely desolate scene.

"Hide well!"

Claire looked serious.

His heart pounded, his blood vessels bulged, his skin flushed, and the Knight's Secret Technique, Blood Frenzy, had been activated without him even realizing it.