[Zhongyingmei] The superheroes I bought in those years

Thanos of the Titans is crazy.

The news spread throughout Niflheim in just half a day, and the whistler bird flapped its wings at a speed that was hard to detect with the naked eye, bringing the inside story of this massacre to every corner of the continent.

It is said that whether Thanos is old or young, man or woman, good old man or rascal, kind to him or once despised him...all of them are ignored, as if the massacre was a completely random coin toss;

It is said that Thanos even slaughtered the Titan royal family including himself. The blood of the main hall gathered under the stone steps, like lumps of solidified sticky syrup-they are not purple.

It is said that Thanos' army didn't even spare Susan - she is the most beautiful woman in the entire Titans, but that's not the point, the point is, she is also the biological mother of Thanos, the wife of the Titan ruler Alars... …

When this last incident happened, people finally decided that Thanos was really crazy.

Patricia bid farewell to her friends in a hurry and returned to the dormitory. The footsteps of the ice sculpture pony became softer as she got closer to the room, but this effort was lost when she saw the figure sitting in the room clearly. significance.

The Volva of this generation leaned against the only daughter's low table with her cheek propped on one hand.

Niflheim's short, year-round cold sky seems to blend dots and lines, and it falls around her in a round, clear arc that people can't take their eyes off.

The thin skylight coming through the small carved window was not enough to illuminate the whole room, but the woman's long cloak was so gorgeous that it raised the whole room to a full and bright level.

The other hand she randomly put aside seemed to be carved out of ice and snow, and her fingertips were holding the scattered ice flags on the table and turning them around.

Just a back view, just sitting there lazily, can bring pressure and visual enjoyment to the bystanders.

The little girl who sneaked out quietly wiped her hands on the shawl—trying her best to cover up the spice residue on her fingertips—then walked over with her short legs.

"Mother~" tried to get away with it.

So the young Volva turned around, revealing a slightly sullen and helpless face on which time stood still.

Her eyes are inclusive and wise—as if she has already seen everything that her little daughter has done after sneaking out of the palace—the beautiful light blue irises are as clear as a glacier.

The leader who commands the thousands of troops in Niflheim has an unexpectedly gentle face, but once she shows her anger, even Patricia, who is least afraid of her, will be suppressed bit by bit bowed his head.

But unexpectedly, the first thing my mother said was not accountability: "The whistle bird brought a message from a foreign race, what future do you see from it?"

Patricia blinked slowly, and immediately understood that this was an examination from her mother: "Things have already happened, and Thanos will definitely give a reason for doing so, but no matter how reasonable his reason... Unreasonable, the Titans will definitely not allow him to stay in the clan."

"No matter how much Arals values ​​his only son, it is impossible for him to ignore the wishes of the whole family, plus he..." Mamicide.

The last word was vaguely skipped by the girl, as if silently refusing it to appear in her mouth or ears.

"—Thanos is destined to be exiled."

And the exiles, especially the exiles of the Titan race, who want to expand their territory, will definitely extend their minions to Niflheim.

Patricia raised her head, her scarlet eyes were astonishingly bright: "Mother, please allow me to go out with you!"

Mother's slightly cool fingertips fell on the forehead, lightly, like a childhood game.

But along with this kind of tenderness, there is still the answer that Patricia has been repeating all the time since the day Patricia awakened her talent: "No, Xiao Xiaxia."

In front of the only daughter, the Volva of this generation always expressed her refusal so gently but without any room for refutation.

Patricia, who was still young, couldn't see the determination and worry hidden deep in her mother's glacial pupils.

It's like she never knew, every time she witnesses her innate talent growing wildly, her awakening divine power from Volva...the king with gentle face will always sit on the throne alone in the middle of the night , staring at the soul fire condensed in mid-air with gloomy eyes.

The blue flame twisted into mysterious words, but that was not a mantra, nor was it a mantra.

It's an ancient prophecy inherited from the real prophetess—— Zudai Volva, or in other words, it's a countdown.

Under the roots of Uktrasir, the world tree, the poisonous dragon's greedy and yellow eyes are drooling.

Most of the hourglass placed on the footboard has already leaked, and now there is only a shallow cone-shaped bottom that is rustling away, as if counting the irresistible fate of the Volva family being watched by the poisonous dragon hissing .

—Niflheim, the country of fog, is doomed to perish in this century.

The ambitious elders of Niflheim would never have imagined in their lifetime that the last thing they wanted their only daughter to succeed to was the mother who had already had the will to die.

She watched their every move with eyes as if she hadn't noticed anything, watching with cold eyes the ambitious ones sprouting and the profiteers wavering...

She is like a female bird protecting her cubs, suppressing the only daughter who is most qualified to inherit her glory under her wings, not letting her take over the power, not teaching her the righteousness of the family and the country, not teaching her to cultivate deep feelings since childhood The guard of the world, don't let her show her true talent to conquer the peoples.

It only gave birth to the other half of her body belonging to the blood of a free wanderer, allowing her to grow into what she wanted to be—lively, withdrawn, selfish, selfless, dull, intelligent—all herself.

Just wait for the end and send her a bright future.

……

This night, Patricia, who was rejected for the umpteenth time, huddled under the small quilt.

Before going to bed, she begged her mother for sweet kisses and not-so-interesting stories on the grounds of being rejected.

The soft quilt was stuck on half of her palm and the tip of her nose was breathing thinly. Then, she had an extremely strange dream.

She dreamed of the starry sky.

To be precise, she dreamed of a starry sky that she had never seen before, but she completely overlapped it with the word "starry sky" when she first saw it.

Niflheim is known as the land of fog, and no one can see the light source called the "sun" by the land of fire from the thick sky. Naturally, there has never been a star that is a ten-thousandth of the sun.

Patricia, who was lying under the starlight, widened her eyes in shock, sat up, but hit the cabin roof with a "bang" because she miscalculated her height.

—Yes, the cabin roof.

She looked around in a daze, and found herself lying in the cabin reeking of tobacco and alcohol.

Her "body" at the moment is filled with a strange sense of strength. Her slender and well-proportioned legs and sudden height make it difficult for her who is used to stepping on the pedals to get on the ice pony.

Turning her head to look at the window where the starlight radiates, the star field where Niflheim is located is far away, far away under her feet...

Gradually shrunk to an invisible point.

The unknown is the greatest fear. Little Patricia, who was surrounded by the endless starry sky, suddenly felt the fear of being forced to leave her hometown. This fear reached its peak when a strange footstep and voice sounded.

"You...I mean... Xia Xia? Can I call you that?"

The hoarse and slightly trembling male voice was not very pleasant to listen to. Turning his head vigilantly, he saw a blue-skinned and red-eyed face that matched the voice.

...looks like a badass.

So she was kidnapped?

The kidnapper looked cautious—like a soft-bodied creature reaching out to touch the world for the first time with its soft whiskers—he didn't dare to approach her.

"Udonta, daddy... um, I mean... I'm your father."

Little Patricia's soul froze in a body that had somehow awakened.

Her father, whom she had never met, held her clumsily and cautiously, and his scarlet eyes, which were exactly the same as hers, were full of emotions similar to those of her mother when she looked at her.

"Old... I will lend you my father's shoulder, you can cry, child, I will accompany you."

together what?

Little Patricia's eyes suddenly became hazy, and then, as if the rain was falling, the fog in front of her eyes disappeared with a "boo", and she felt salty and itchy on her cheeks.

She reached out her hand dully to touch it, only to realize that at this moment, tears flooded her entire face, this body that did not belong to her, was silent from the depths, and wailed as if her vocal cords were torn apart—she did not I know why I am crying, why my heart is broken.

And why, the scarlet eyes of the man in front of him who claimed to be her father also shed hot tears.