The Shadow of the Crown of Snow [Western Fantasy]

"I thought that according to your personality, you wouldn't like her like that." Roy's attitude eased a lot, but he still avoided using the name "Hecate" to refer to the current Hecate, "but said To be honest, I didn't think about what kind of person you would like... Nobles, civilians, soldiers, or even a foreigner, it's all possible."

"Don't think about it, most fathers don't know about their daughters." Selene frowned, "And I don't know why I like her."

"Then don't think about it." Roy put the last bite of bread with goat cheese into his mouth, "The wind and snow are long and life is short, and people in the Northland don't have much time to think about it. But for her, there is one thing you must Check it out carefully."

"what's up?"

"When she was still in Yoda City, who taught her the northern style of martial arts and gave her the crescent blade."

Hecate prefers night to day.She will not get tired, for her the night is drinking mead, it is a comfortable silence, it is lying on the ground watching the stars twinkling, it is waiting for Selene's arrival by the burning bonfire.

When Selene leaned over to kiss her this time, she dodged it.

"I smell goat cheese, it's still baked." Hecate dissatisfiedly picked up the silver jug ​​filled with mead from his feet and handed it to Selene, "I really don't understand why you like that."

"Except for you, almost everyone in the North likes that." Selene took a sip from the jug, "I don't understand why you like to spread cream on donuts, it's really not too much Tired?"

When she sat down next to Hecate, she just bumped into the Crescent Blade hanging on Hecate's waist.

Selene has seen the power of the Crescent Blade more than once, and has also studied the Crescent Blade carefully after obtaining Hecate's permission.She is not an expert in smelting and forging, but the knowledge she has is enough for her to judge that this is not a knife that can be made by the forging level of the Nord Kingdom.

At the beginning, she reluctantly admitted that the Nagrand Empire may be ahead of Nord in this respect, but after the war with Nagrand, the weapons worn by the captives just proved that Nagrand's smelting and forging level is behind Nord There are many kingdoms.

So Selene believed that the Crescent Blade flowed into the Nagrand Empire from other countries, and was obtained by Hecate, who was in the Nagrand Empire at the time. After coming to the Talis Alliance, she found that she had always misjudged Given the gap between the crescent blade and other scimitars, it is too ordinary to think of the crescent blade.

After Hecate became a god, it was still a sharp blade worthy of her.

The most likely possibility is that this was a creation of the Penglai people. It came to the Hindley Continent through trade, was lost by the previous owner, and was passed on to Hecate.

In any case, the origin of this knife is not so important, what is important is who gave it to Hecate for what reason, and whether this person is also the one who taught Hecate martial arts.

The only person who can answer this question is Hecate herself, but her memory is long gone, and she herself has no intention of finding out.

If the Crescent Blade is conscious, it can tell Hecate and Selene everything they want to know, but no matter how sharp it is, it is just a scimitar, unable to speak.

Later, Selene herself was immersed in her favoritism towards Hecate, ignoring this issue that she had also been brooding about. It was not until Roy brought it up tonight that she realized how crucial it was.

At that time, Hecate, who was in Yoda City, had nothing to rely on, and she couldn't even protect herself, let alone have any use value. Why would anyone take the risk of offending Hussein to help her?If it was the Nagrand who helped her, why could the Nagrand teach her the martial arts of the northerners?If it was the people from the Northland who helped her... This sounds a lot more logical, but why can the people from the Northland go deep into the palace of Nagrand and have the spare power to help Hecate?

The more I think about the mystery, the more I can't figure out a clue.

The summer night wind blowing on the body does not make people feel cold. Neither Selene nor Hecate said a word, quietly enjoying the refreshing night wind and the quiet moonlight.

Because Hecate's spiritual world became stable, after re-establishing the connection between the gods and the believers, her emotions would no longer affect Selene due to abnormal fluctuations.After that, their conversations when they were alone became rare. Most of the time they just held hands and sat in a secluded corner, as if they could complete the communication just by looking into each other's eyes.

"I don't know if a saint of light like Phoebe established this connection with the God of Light and then used it to communicate." Hecate suddenly laughed, "I can't ask the God of Light to come over and talk to them personally for everything. explain."

"Indeed, I asked her. The Holy Maiden of Light has never seen the God of Light with her own eyes, but after becoming a Holy Maiden of Light, she will be granted such a connection by the God of Light, so as to obtain God's will." Selene She shook her hand, "However, the information conveyed in this way is too easy to be misunderstood. Many words of the God of Light may be misunderstood and then executed incorrectly."

After being able to feel Hecate's emotions in a more subtle way, Selene also discovered the source of her constant anxiety.

To put it simply, she always burdened herself with too much.

"Hecate, the Nords have a proverb."

"What proverb?"

"The wind and snow are long and life is short, and the people of the North have no time to think too much."

"Meaning, cherish the moment?"

"Yes. Cherish every minute and every second that you will never be able to keep."

"You are so annoying." Hecate's voice was muffled, "I still have a long, long time to live..."

"Then think about our lives after everything is over." Speaking of this topic, Selene became excited again. Then you can regain control of all the territories, let the Nord Kingdom return to its former state, and then attack the city of Yorda, and you will erase Hussein's godhead..."

"Is it really that easy?"

"Why is there always one of the two of us inexplicably pessimistic?" Selene asked angrily, "You can deal with Hussein!"

"Not necessarily." Hecate's voice lowered, but he still stubbornly maintained his opinion, "Don't underestimate Hussein. Even if you underestimate him, you can still think about me in the process of moving from a human to a god. How much stronger it has become."

"I've thought about it—while he's getting stronger, your strength hasn't stagnated."

"Part of the god's power comes from believers, even if only half of the people in Nagrand worship him..."

"The reserve of power of faith doesn't mean anything, and you don't have to exhaust the power of faith in a magician or priest to kill them."

"The power of faith is not only useful for spells."

"Hecate." Selene dropped the argument, "You're afraid."

As soon as Selene finished speaking, she felt the warmth in her hands disappear. She realized that she had said something wrong, and quickly got up to catch up to Hecate.

"I'm sorry, I just..."

"But I'm really afraid." Hecate turned around, rubbing his red eye sockets with sobs, "I'm afraid the result will not be what you and I wish."

"You can do it."

Hecate held Selene's hand again silently, and Selene saw a pure white flash before her eyes, and then she was dragged into another world.With the experience of being entered into a dream by Hecate last time, she knew that this must be a similar place.

The power of faith floating in the air and Hecate's statue told her the answer. This is what Hecate called the spiritual world, where she was almost trapped in a coma.

Hecate took her to the statue and pointed out the S-shaped symbol to her.

"I use this to make this place stable. Stability alone is not enough. Before I ascended to the Kingdom of God, this is my Kingdom of God, the source of all my strength and life, but you see... the place is empty Nothing." Hecate bit his lip, "If Hussein already has a complete kingdom of God, the gap between me and him will be widened."

Selene looked at the emptiness of white around her and the hard-to-recognize white power of faith: "Didn't you try to create something?"

"Not yet. I stabilized this place with a support point, but I can't make it as I like. If the things I create can't be accommodated here, they will be destroyed, and then affect the stability again." Hecate explained, " This is a very long process, and I cannot catch up in a while."

Selene was also silent.She was always aware in this regard that there was very little she could do to help Hecate, that as a mortal she could not really understand the world of the gods.

"That's why I said, I might not win. It's not that I'm pessimistic, it's just that I really..." Hecate clenched his fists, and then slowly released them, "I'm really not sure."

"Then don't care about winning or losing." Selene hugged her and patted her on the back. "No matter what the result is, I will be with you until the last moment."

"...Selene, I suddenly thought of something to build first." Hecate smiled and summoned the power of faith hovering beside the statue, "This one can definitely accommodate."

Hecate tilted his head, concentrating on searching for the power of faith in the spiritual world - most of them came from Selene's prayers.

Then, pure white snowflakes fell from midair and covered the ground.