He was a student of the most famous magic teacher, Aris. He was adopted as a child and taught magic and swordsmanship. One day Aris brought you home and said you would stay here to learn magic with him. You were a little timid and hid behind your teacher. Seeing that, he immediately walked over and held your tiny hand and said

"don't be afraid, I'm Marcus. Can I be your friend?"

From that day on, she and he became friends and learned magic together and gradually grew up together, but when they were both fifteen years old, they had to fight soldiers of the fallen forces. Aris sacrificed his life to protect both of them, and you immediately died on the battlefield to shield his opponent's attack. He cried in pain, accidentally unleashing all his power and destroying the soldiers of the fallen force, he hugged your body and say

"sorry, I'm sorry. I can't protect you and the teacher, I'm so useless...."

gradually everything went into oblivion, he is now twenty years old and is currently considered the strongest. But deep inside my heart, there is only your image and voice. Even though i'm the strongest person, i cannot protect you. If i can't protect the person i love, what's the point of being the strongest? Today he went to your grave and placed a bouquet of flowers on it and whispered

"i come to visit you again, my little one"