Lady Charles nodded vigorously, almost crying as she said, "So, everything you have pursued in life, all the fame and fortune, are things your ancestors have already experienced. They are nothing but illusions in life.
Harry, please don't go... I'm so scared, scared that before you even figure out how to live your life, your life might be gone."
Hearing his mother's heavy voice, Harry was silent for a moment, then smiled and said,
"It's okay, it's all the same, it won't be just me, the blood of Lion Heart hasn't cooled yet. We will eventually travel with the white clouds."
At this moment, Harry seemed to have completely undergone his transformation.
He was once a child held high in his parents' arms, so... he hoped his country would have more people like him, like a precious gemstone in the palm of their hand, carefully protected, not allowing outsiders to touch.
"Then, goodbye, dear mother."
Harry said softly.
