Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

In fact, halfway through the talk, the two demons realized that Palos was not listening carefully. He kept looking back in the direction of the camp, as if he was ready to run there or ask his teammates for help at any time.

"Your Majesty the Demon King..." Alfred still wanted to remind the urgency of this matter, but Palos had already taken a step back: "Enough, even if what you said is true, I can't be your king, I don't have any special powers, and I can't remember much about the demons. No matter how much evidence shows that I am the demon king, in my cognition, I am just an ordinary human in my 20s. You come to pester me It doesn't make any sense at all."

Faced with such refusal, Alfred just looked at him firmly and said: "What you forget can be learned again. It doesn't matter if you lose your strength and can't protect your people. This time, we will protect you. In our In the most difficult days, you stand in front of us like a big tree to shelter us from the wind and rain. In our most difficult and hopeless times, you find a way for us to go to another world regardless of personal safety, even in these days when you are not around. Here, your deeds still inspire the tribe to face difficulties, the old people sing your legend, the children learn your spirit of taking care of the overall situation from an early age, and the soldiers rush to the battlefield shouting your name, Your Majesty the Demon King, even if you have nothing to do No, even if your strength can never be restored, you are still indispensable to us."

"But why? Why do you come out and call me 'Your Majesty' and I have to bear these? Do I owe you?" Palos took two steps back, "Just as if your demon king is dead, go My experience has nothing to do with me, don't come to me again!"

"Your Majesty!" Alfred yelled anxiously, Remia grabbed him and bowed to Palos: "Your Majesty will leave."

The two demons disappeared from the spot. Palos looked around to make sure they would not appear again, then washed his body hastily, and hurried back with a body of water vapor.

When he returned to the camp, Phils muttered listlessly: "Why have you been here for so long, I thought you fell into the stream and were washed away!"

"No, the stream is very shallow." Palos said with a guilty conscience.

"It's really a piece of wood." Fiers shook his head and curled his lips, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

Palos lifted the curtain of the tent, and Evandel was already asleep. He tucked his tall body into the bed as lightly as possible, and hugged his lover carefully.

The mage didn't wake up, but just muttered something, squirmed and found a more comfortable position, and then lay down in his arms and continued to sleep.

Palos kissed the soft blond hair on the top of his head, and looked at his handsome face through the firelight leaking in from the tent. His heart felt like a thorn that couldn't be removed, and it hurt with every beat of the heart. with.

When the two demons talked about the history of demons out of control, some fragments of memories stubbornly popped up in his mind. No matter how much he denied or resisted, he could not change this fact-he was 200 years old. The former demon who hurt Avandell was the one who made the plan and executed it. He was the one who tried every means to trick Avondell into trusting him, and he was the one who broke that trust with his own hands.

There is no lie that can never be exposed. He is like standing on a high platform, watching the brackets below being pulled out bit by bit. Every second waited in fear for the doomed ending.

The temporary peace in front of him was just stolen by him, and the high platform will eventually collapse. What will happen to Avondel after knowing the truth?

Rage is certain, the most intolerable thing for a proud mage is to deceive and betray him, so what happens after the rage?

Their relationship must be over. Palos deserved the loss of his beloved and the pain he deserved. Even if he didn't remember the crimes he committed before he was "born", he couldn't escape the responsibility he should bear.

But what about Evandel?The mage has been disappointed in his relationship many times, and finally opened his heart to accept him, trust him, and even put forward the idea of ​​turning him into a death knight, and they will always be together in the future, but in the end he found that he was actually the one he was looking for. An enemy for many years, Palos couldn't imagine how much hit Evandel would be when he found out the truth.

If revenge on him and tormenting him can make the mage feel better, he is willing to bear any pain and injury. If killing him can calm the anger in the mage's heart, he will not make any resistance, but the mage is not the kind of ruthless cold-blooded person. Man, no matter how it ends, Avondel will inevitably fall into pain.

Just know the truth.

Palos had no choice but to keep lying for as long as he could.

In this tangled emotion, Palos hugged the body in his arms unconsciously, and the strangled mage let out a grunt of dissatisfaction. Although Palos immediately relaxed his arms as if in shock, the mage still woke up.

It was rare for Evandel, who was awakened, to not lose his temper. He reached out and touched Palos' face in a daze: "What's the matter, dear?"

"...It's okay." Palos's throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, and he found himself unable to speak in a normal tone.

"Have you had a nightmare?" Evandel reached out and wrapped his arms around Palos' strong waist, and buried his face in his neck, "Don't be afraid."

How wonderful it would be if it was really a nightmare.

His chest was sore as if some emotions were about to break through his body. Palos raised Avondel's hand to his mouth, kissed his fingers, and said softly with a choked voice: "...I love you."

In the past, he couldn't open his mouth, but now he is afraid that if he doesn't open his mouth again, he will have no chance.

"Hmm..." Evandel patted him on the back comfortingly, and whispered softly, "Go to sleep..."

"I love you." Palos said softly again, and then again, he murmured many times, but Evandel was too sleepy, his mind was in a daze, and was "Palos did I was scared by the nightmare." After this idea was preconceived, he didn't go into Palos's strange performance any more, coaxed a few words in his mouth, and fell asleep again.

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The two demons returned to the dirty sky of the Titan world, and Alfred switched back to the language of the demons: "Remia, in fact, we can persuade him again!"

Remia shook her head: "If you push too hard, it will only be counterproductive, give him time."

"But our time is running out." Alfred frowned, "Why is he so resistant to his true identity?"

"Maybe because he is a Templar among humans." Remia said, "The word 'demon' is associated with terror and evil in their language."

"It's possible." Alfred was more concerned about human military strength, but he really didn't pay much attention to cultural aspects. "Next time we can try to explain to him that the reason why we call him 'His Majesty the Demon King' is because Human beings have always called us 'demons' in the lingua franca, and this term was used for the convenience of his understanding."

This time Remia didn't answer, but just looked around deeply. The location where they were once used to be a resplendent temple, which was more prosperous and exquisite than any building in the history of humans or elves, but now there is only one place left. The broken tiles and ruins, only the magic circle inlaid with magic crystals on the ground remained intact after several rounds of destruction by war machines.

A few demon soldiers had just fought against the demons wandering into the ruins, and now they were resting on a collapsed stone pillar, looking tired and numb.

No one knows how long this line of defense can last, and no one knows whether they can go to the world of Feanor through the circle in the ruins next time. If this place is lost again, they can only go to more dangerous areas to find The legacy magic circles, with their current resources, are no longer able to create new magic circles.

"Speaking of which, the man he carried on his back that day, the mage who started attacking me out of nowhere, I always feel familiar." Alfred said, "In short, we must let him accept the reality as soon as possible, we need him !"

"But does he need us?" Remia finally opened her mouth, and Alfred was speechless with a single question.

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"Evandel! Evandel! Wake up!" Fiers yelled loudly, and opened the curtain of the tent without authorization.

Evandel was very upset when he was woken up. Palos was no longer by his side, but the sky outside was obviously not fully lit yet. He sat up with his messy hair on his head: "What are you talking about in the morning!"

"It's not morning anymore!" Phils said anxiously, "Come out and have a look! The sun! The sun is missing a piece!"

He was so anxious that he didn't know what to say. Evandel frowned and got out of the tent, and saw that the sun had indeed risen in midair, but its shape was no longer a circle.

Now he can't care about the anger of being woken up, Evandel put his hands on his eyebrows in shock, narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, the sun is like a pie that has been bitten off, and more than half of it is left It was still too bright to look directly at, but the light projected on the ground was already as weak as morning or dusk.

"What's going on?" Evandel asked in surprise.

"I don't know what's going on. The sunlight has been very weak since this morning. Alkai accidentally looked up and found that the sun was missing a corner."

Palos just came back from inquiring about the news from the Knights Templar's camp not far away. The Knights Templar also found out about the situation. Now he is just as confused as they are. Several old mages from the Mage Association also came with him. I'm counting on Evandel to give me an idea.

"Let's go to the holy city of Mikalan first, which is the information center of the church, where mages and envoys from various countries will gather." Evandel said while getting dressed, "Let's go now!"