The Shadow of the Crown of Snow [Western Fantasy]

Selene realized very clearly that most of her anger at the moment was anger at her own incompetence, and part of it was the embarrassment at being told the truth by Hecate.Of course, even if she realizes it, it doesn't mean that she will silently repent in her heart and think that she is indeed wrong.

She failed, but she was not wrong.But Hecate's world is still black and white. In Hecate's cognition, Selene is still the queen who can lightly create countless miracles, and the commander who can counterattack beautifully in any desperate situation. She can afford everything Complimenting words, never be the loser who chooses to run instead of facing failure.

Selene can also clearly understand these, so she is not going to argue with Hecate, but wants her to calm down.However, Hecate's next words completely destroyed the last bit of sanity left in Selene's mind.

"Are you abandoning your country just like that? Your soldiers are dying for you, and your ministers are dying for you. They are all going to die on the front line, but you don't even want your own country, turn around and run away?"

Selene shook off Hecate's hand grabbing her neckline, and caressed the tangled fabric. It seemed that the overly intense emotions had accumulated to the limit, but she didn't want to show it. She just stared at Hecate. , asked her in a calmer and indifferent tone than usual: "You mentioned this to me? How long have you been in Nord? How long have I been in Nord? Do you think you will suffer more than me?"

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, the hot-headed Hecate pulled out the crescent blade and pointed the tip at Selene: "I want to go back and be with them."

"You go back now, and it's too late to save anyone." Selene seemed not to see the sharp blade in front of her eyes, "Do you know how long you have been unconscious? In the current Frosted City, Nagrand's army has probably Let's start a carnival."

"That's just right, it's convenient for me to kill hundreds or thousands of them before I die."

Stubbornness is another very similar aspect between Selene and Hecate besides appearance.Selene knew that Hecate's character was like this, but she still refused to give in, and she refused to put down her body to coax her—how easy it is to coax Hecate well.

"If you want to go, just go. I won't stop you. What do you mean by pointing a knife at me? There are still dozens of souls in your body repelling each other, which will have a serious backlash on your body. These few days God, you are weaker than ordinary people, and you can't exert your usual strength." Selene said while pressing her hand on the stabbing sword at her waist, "But I think this is all nonsense, even if I say so, you You won't be obedient and sit down to rest."

Hecate was almost unable to hold on any longer. She staggered and was able to hold the handle of the crescent blade with both hands, but soon she couldn't even gather the strength to lift the knife. She used the crescent blade to support it. Body, kneeling on the ground panting.

"Just give up like this?" After a long time, Selene heard Hecate ask in a low voice, "Are we really going to lose like this?"

"We have indeed lost. There is no chance for us to come back in this war, but we have not given up. If you go back now, you will die and become a tragic hero, but I don't need a tragic sacrifice now, I need you Alive. You are already the heaviest chip in my hand."

Hecate didn't speak, she took back the crescent blade silently, lay down silently, and fell into a drowsy sleep to escape the pain of backlash, and was not awakened again until night by Selene.

"Fortunately, there is mead, otherwise I don't know how I will live tonight." Without a cup, Selene pulled out the cork of the wine bottle, put it to her mouth and began to drink, "This is what I want to die for." Your first night."

"Is there any more, give me a bottle too."

Selene got up and took out a bottle of mead from under the blanket, and threw it directly to Hecate.

"Drinking mead on the way to escape is really the nature of Northlanders." Selene shook her head with a wry smile, "Do you want something to eat? We still have a long way to go tomorrow."

They have already entered the territory of the Talis Alliance, the weather is not as cold as the Nord Kingdom, and many berries can be found in the dense jungle. Selene cannot determine whether those fruits are poisonous, but Hecate is not afraid of these. No matter how strong the toxicity of the wild fruit was, it would not be able to harm her body.

Hecate drank a good deal of mead with these berries, ate a few loaves of bread, and climbed onto the shelf of the wagon to sleep on it.

Integrating 39 overly powerful souls into the same body at once is an extremely risky act.This should be a gradual process, taking one step at a time, otherwise the body of an ordinary person would never be able to bear it.

Here again Hecate was an exception.Her body was created in a similar way. Nagrand piled up matter, and Nord piled up souls. Only the soul and body that were piled up in this way can slowly achieve balance and harmony in the violent backlash. Stablize.

But no matter what, the process of backlash is extremely dangerous. The severe pain has begun to ease, but it has not completely disappeared. Hecate took off his clothes soaked in cold sweat and slept on the carriage wrapped in a blanket. , the body does not have the usual resistance, trembling slightly in the cool night wind in the mountains, lowering his head and wishing to shrink the whole person into a ball.

The coldness felt by the skin and the hotness emanating from the body showed no signs of being neutralized. Hecate first pinched his own hand, then Selene's wrist, wrapped the blanket tighter for a while, and wrapped it up again for a while. The blanket was torn apart and thrown aside, not to mention sleeping, even if he wanted to sit in place and rest for a while, he couldn't do it.

When Hecate was finally exhausted by himself and leaned against the railing of the carriage shelf, Selene sat over, slightly lifted the blanket on her body, and turned her head to her chest Naked skin.

Hecate didn't know whether her blushing was because the heat in her body finally radiated out, or because she was suddenly touched so intimately, and her keen senses made her feel more clearly the instant softness of the earlobe against the skin.

Selene, who has always been gentle, polite and neither humble nor overbearing, knelt beside her, closed her eyes and listened to her heartbeat, her loose blond hair made her itchy, but she didn't dare to make a sound, let alone push her away. In the end, she was helpless. He stretched out a hand in embarrassment and put it on Selene's shoulder.

The air is filled with solemnity and ambiguity, the kind of atmosphere that makes people can't help but doubt and delve into it.

"The heartbeat is not as fast as before, and the backlash should end earlier than expected."

Hecate felt that with her own experience, she could not cope with such a complicated occasion, so she hurriedly changed the subject while re-wrapping the blanket: "Are you going to get married in the future?"

Selene just took a sip of mead into her mouth, when she heard Hecate ask this, she burst out with a smile: "I really admire your ability to choose topics, almost avoiding all the correct chat directions, and choosing someone who is me The last thing I want to talk about."

Having said that, she didn't really change the subject, but took a sip of mead and said slowly: "When I was young, Raymond said to me the most often is, if you don't practice hard now, you will grow up." When you grow up, you can only go into marriage. From birth, you have the aura of nobility, and you have the whole family's efforts to cultivate, whether it is magic, knowledge, martial arts, or anything else, when ordinary people are still struggling outside the door. At the time of the law, the descendants of the nobles and the royal family have already stepped on the foundation of their ancestors and climbed to the heights, and people have to admit that regardless of personal talent and hard work, the advantages of the nobles are obvious and insurmountable."

Selene was not sure if Hecate understood, but Hecate nodded to show that she was listening, and she continued talking regardless.

"Things in the world have always been exchanged at equal value. Just like I want to have the power of faith in the God of Light, and to use magic, I must be a devout believer for the rest of my life. Becoming the strength of the family, even relying on it. The lucky ones, like me, do nothing more than do their best for the family, while those who are a little bit unlucky... marriage is already the best way." Seeing Hecate's face Frightened and dignified, Selene smiled and rubbed her hair, "However, people in the Northland rarely encounter these situations. After all, we don't have such a large family, and we don't know how to intermarry with foreigners. Political marriage is very important." Even rarer."

"You have already ascended the throne, no one should be able to force you to marry."

"Yes." Selene sighed, "But apart from marriage, I haven't thought about anything about marriage, so when you ask me, that's all I can say."

"No wonder you are so active in wanting me to be the number one heir. You don't even know if you will get married, let alone have children?"

"Even if there is, you will be the first choice." Selene drank the last sip of mead in the bottle, and added some firewood to the bonfire on the ground, "Go to sleep, and continue on the road tomorrow. "

She crawled into the blanket that Hecate was wrapped in, and dragged her down with her on the shelf of the wagon, which was covered with straw and sackcloth.

"You, you sleep here too?"

"Otherwise, where do you want me to sleep?" Selene pulled the blanket down so that both herself and Hecate could be wrapped in the blanket, "Go to sleep. You're not sick, and you won't be contagious. "

Hecate felt that now Selene could hear her own heartbeat without pressing her ears up.