Elf Sword Dance

"Then..." Although Croso's words were tantamount to pronouncing Muir's death sentence, the four-year-old girl still couldn't help asking hopefully, "Is there any possibility of Muir being saved?"

"Of course, but..."

"But what?" Xue Linyu, who was standing over there, interrupted impatiently before Croso finished speaking.

"The degree of difficulty is a bit high."

His eyes swept over the faces of Xue Linyou and Muir in turn, and Croso suddenly smiled and said: "However, in my opinion, if sister Muir goes looking for it alone, maybe it may not be impossible."

"Let Muir go find it alone?" Repeating what Crosor said before, Yuki Rinyu suddenly seemed to understand something, and his face suddenly changed: "Hey, Crosor What do you mean by that?"

"literal meaning."

Being questioned so intensely by Yuki Rinyu, Croso answered without even blinking an eyelid.

"What does that literally mean?"

"Croso, don't you know that Muir is only four years old?"

"If something unexpected happens to her on the road, who will come..."

"Then Xiaoyou, if you follow along, will there be a solution?"

Completely ignoring Xue Linyou's series of verbal offensives like cannonballs, Croso asked with calm eyes and an indifferent tone.

"..."

When asked by Croso, Xue Linyou suddenly became speechless.

Yes.

Speaking of doubts, Croso really doesn't doubt Yukirinyu's ability.

after all.

How could the person chosen by her, the goddess of fate, be so bad?

She can even say without exaggeration that all the qualities of Xue Linyou are the best choice.

but……

The top choice is the top choice, Croso does not deny Xue Linyou's potential, but the potential cannot be used as strength.

Ok.

If you use a simple and easy-to-understand word to describe it, it is 'forced payment'.

Forced payment, as the name suggests, means that you do not have the ability at present, but you want to do things that you cannot do, so that even your own potential and future prospects are all buried in impulse.

It can be said that this is not what Croso wants. What she wants is a wise, powerful, and caring master.

She doesn't want to wipe out Xue Linyou's righteous heart, but she doesn't want Xue Linyou to ruin everything in the future because of a momentary impulse, after all, it would be more harm than good.

(...)

(Is there a way if I follow along?)

Countless thoughts reverberated in Xue Linyou's mind, and Xue Linyou couldn't help but feel confused for a while.

Doesn't he have a contract elf to accompany him?

He has.

Didn't he have the desire to protect his friends?

He has too.

Doesn't he have the determination to become stronger?

He has more.

but……

Does he have the strength to match it now?

He did not.

He doesn't hate Croso's blatant words, because what she said is the truth. He really has no fighting power. If he stays with Muir all the time, according to the previous speculation, he will encounter accidents sooner or later. Instead of letting Muir If you are sad for yourself, you might as well find a way to become stronger first.

Because only when he becomes stronger, can he have enough ability to protect the people he wants to protect.

(Become stronger.)

(I want to become stronger.)

(I'm going to stand on top of the pyramid.)

(I want to kill all enemies who try to harm my friends.)

(Only in this way I will not be so powerless.)

(Only in this way can I protect the person I want to protect!)

"Croso." Gritting her teeth tightly, Xue Linyou said with firm eyes: "I want to become stronger, please make me stronger."

"Hehe, of course this is fine, but before that..."

Croso smiled lightly and accepted Yuki Rinyu's request, then she turned her gaze to Muir and said, "I have to give my sister Muir a 'Holy Guardian' shield, so as not to prevent future sister Muir from If the ability evolves further, then things will become difficult to deal with."

"Then please, Miss Goddess."

Hearing in vain that Crosor wanted to bless him with a holy shield, the sensible Muir naturally bowed deeply to the other party.

"Sister Muir, you're welcome, then I'm about to start now."

Standing with both hands in front of the chest, he made a gesture of holding the ball, his wings trembled slightly, and holy rays of light swayed down, and then drove the strong vitality around him to gradually gather towards the palm.

A little, a little.

The originally empty ball of light gradually solidified.

That is the power of fate.

It is a hammer that can break the original destiny.

She pushed lightly with both hands, and the ball of light moved accordingly, and then under Muir's dazed gaze, it merged into her body.

Fate is quietly changing.

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