Chaos God

When rushing back from the Kingdom of Shadows, Alan was in a very complicated mood. She sat on the horse and let Vera walk aimlessly. Looking at the scar on her wrist, she suddenly felt uncomfortable. If she chose Kang On the side of King Mark, I have to take a completely different path from Fiona...

She let Vera move forward, and suddenly she heard a tragic battle song, and she immediately recognized that it belonged to the warriors of Fiona, who were being threatened with their lives.Alan remembered what her mother said: "If I stay in Fiona, I'm afraid my life will be in danger." But...she can't just leave like this, since she agreed to fight side by side with them for the rest of her life, unless Death comes, or she will never flinch, that is the most solemn oath she made as a knight.

It can't be broken, there is no need to break it. Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a sense of relief. Since she can only choose one camp, then how to choose is her business. Instead of worrying about it, it is better not to think about it, not to worry about it. Just regret the path you have traveled.

Just follow your own heart and go forward, and hold your own morality firmly.Alan shook the reins, and Vera neighed and galloped across the grassland.She has to hurry to the direction where the singing is coming from, and fight side by side with her friends.

***

Diarmuid jumped directly from the hillside and slid down, bringing up a burst of flying dust. He eagerly hoped to rush to Fick's side to help this scarred and bloody warrior, but even with his own At the fastest speed, he still foresaw the ending that he could not get to Fekna in time - even though Midak was pierced through his body and one hand by his spear, his attack on Fecna was still fierce .

To be precise, having foreseen his fate of death, and harboring extreme resentment towards Finn and the Fiona Knights, Midak's attack was almost crazy and without any rules—he only wanted Fecna's "Diarmuid! You injured me terribly! Then Finn's son can't live longer than me!" As he spoke, he raised the knife to his hand, which was already clenched due to excessive blood loss. The sword's Fickna's Tianling cover wanted to chop off.

"Stop it!" Diarmuid was still some distance away from them, but it was too late to throw the gun again, "It would be great if Alan was here at this time." He couldn't help thinking like this.

An arrow pierced Midak's wrist like lightning, and the second arrow hit the tip of the knife, causing it to deviate from the original trajectory, rubbing the shoulder of the seriously injured Fekna and falling to the ground. Three arrows followed. It penetrated through Midak's right eye and exited from the back of his head. Midak fell to the ground straight with the remaining eye open. With the fire of hatred and curse that has not yet been burned out.

The archer obviously has no time gap, and shoots three arrows in a row. This is the best time, and it also requires the archer to have extraordinary calmness and skills-at least in this regard, Diarmuid thinks that I am not as good as her - there is only one person in the entire Fiona Knights who has such superb archery skills - Elanio.

At that moment, a kind of astonishment and ecstasy flooded Diarmuid's heart. He looked at the figure and smiled. Alan frowned and turned away from him. Some sullen.

She was still mad at herself.

Alan jumped down from her favorable terrain, and rushed to Fick's side like the wind and squatted down. Fasha was with her. The young warrior seemed a little tired because of the long-distance raid, "Fasha, please!" Is it okay to send the prince back? I can't carry him on my back." Alan helped the seriously injured warrior to give emergency treatment with the wound medicine brought from the Kingdom of Shadows.

"May God bless you." Fick raised two fingers with difficulty, and said to Alan. His voice was a little dry, and Alan signaled him to close his eyes and take a good rest.Fasha carefully picked up the unconscious Fekna, "I will go and come back soon, Alan, you and Diarmuid must guard this river beach well!"

"If you don't tell me about this kind of thing, I will do it." Alan held the bow in her hand instead of carrying it on her back, because the battle would start again, and she wore a long sword on her waist. After the arrows are used up, she will use this sword to fight in close quarters. Watching Fasha leave the mountain pear forest, Ailan gave Diarmuid a cold look.

The latter scratched his head in embarrassment, not knowing what to say, he flicked the stupid hair on his forehead, hesitantly said, "I'll talk about it later." Alan said coldly to him Said, "Go and see how Finn and the others are doing, I'll stay here."

Diarmuid nodded, and turned to find Finn and the others who were trapped by the spell. Before leaving, he couldn't help but look back at Alan. He really felt guilty for his recklessness, no, now Ailan came back, and he had to find a chance to apologize to her.

When he approached the palace, he was full of irritability and couldn't help the anger rising in his heart. He roared like venting and slammed his gun at the door, but the door didn't move at all.

Finn, who was immobilized by spells, recognized Diarmuid's voice and called out impatiently, "Don't come in, Diarmuid, this place is full of damned spells. Tell us first, Who has been fighting hard outside for so long, we only hear the clash of swords and roars, but we don’t know anything.”

"It is your heroic son Fekna who is fighting against the enemy alone." Diarmuid replied.

"How's the result?" Finn pondered for a while, and asked with a sigh.

"He was seriously injured." Diarmuid said, "But don't worry, Alan arrived in time to save his life."

He heard Finn let out a long sigh of relief, "May victory and blessings be with you, Diarmuid." Then he explained to Diarmuid how to break the spell of the Palace of Sorbus, " You must hold on until sunrise, as long as you can hold on until sunrise, Fiona's reinforcements will definitely arrive."

"We will definitely be able to do it." Diarmuid replied, but at this time Conan yelled that he was hungry, Diarmuid couldn't help but frowned, "A group of devils are waiting to kill you , you still have the heart to yell that you are hungry."

"Oh, sissy Diarmuid," Conan couldn't help but sarcastically said, "If Alan is the one who made this request to you, you must complete it as quickly as you can without hesitation!"

Dilum choked for a moment, and said impatiently: "Okay! I'll go now! You wait!" He quickly turned and left, and the companion trapped in the palace turned to look at Conan, eyes full of reproach , Conan acted as if he hadn't seen it at all.

When he came back, he found Ailan sitting alone on the river beach full of corpses, the moonlight was hazy, and he walked carefully to her side with tender emotions in his heart, "I'm going to find some food for Conan and the others. Yes, guard the river beach and wait for me to come back." Diarmuid mustered up the courage to go to Alan, who ignored him, and Alan said for a long time: "The defeated army has food in their hands."

"I don't want to be ridiculed by Conan for taking that thing from the hands of the dead." Diarmuid shook his head.

Alan raised her eyebrows. She knew how poisonous the venom from Conan's sarcastic tongue was. The young knight in front of him had a proud enough heart, so he definitely didn't want to be satirized by this venomous guy. After a while, she curled her lips, "Go and come back quickly." Then she walked among the corpses, picked up the arrows on their bodies, beside them, and in the quiver, and checked whether they could be used, even if she was fighting in close quarters. That's right, she didn't like the slippery feeling of being splattered with blood as if she had caught a loach.

When it comes to food, she is actually a little hungry. She is not as picky as Conan. Even if it is a dead person's thing, it is not for nothing. She took out a piece of hard dry food from a clean cloth bag and gnawed it for a long time before biting it off. It was a small piece, and her teeth were about to fall out. At this time, a plate of food was handed to her, and the delicious smell could stimulate her taste buds, "I know you are about to be hungry, do you want to?" Looking up at a guy's bright smiling face, Alan felt a burst of blood rushing to his face, and his heart beat fast.Reaching out to snatch the plate, almost spilling all the food, she turned her back to Diarmuid and began to gobble it up, "Bastard, you idiot!" Alan cursed silently in her heart, she took the small dish in her hand as someone's The meat is just a bite...

Diarmuid was completely speechless in front of a beast eating like a beast that had been hungry for several days, and went to Conan with the rest.

When Diarmuid came back, he saw someone squatting on the rocks on the river beach, checking the terrain. Alan was good at archers, and she was more willing to ambush her opponent like a poisonous snake in a place suitable for an ambush. This is the same as Diarmuid, who advocates confrontation and fair duel, is completely different. When the three kings of the torrent island came to the river beach, they saw Diarmuid standing there alone, motionless like a tall mountain. Like the mountain peaks, they tried to coax him to leave with sweet words but failed, and the young knight said that he would stick to this river beach.

The men of the Three Kings rushed towards him like a tide, and Diarmuid swung his sword to meet the enemy. Wherever the long sword went, there were corpses separated from each other. When the battle was stalemate, Alan hid in the woods by the river bank On a certain tree in the tree, she put an arrow on the bowstring and shot straight out. The second arrow had already left the bowstring before the first arrow left the bowstring. Three arrows, with a slight flick of the wrist, the three arrows that were almost side by side separated and turned into the kiss of death. Two of them pierced the hearts of two of the three kings of the island of torrents, and they screamed. Before he could make a sound, he fell to the ground.But the third arrow deviated a bit and hit an enemy who was already very close to Diarmuid.

"Ha! Diarmuid! I heard that you are an indomitable man, but I didn't expect that you are also a despicable villain who would tell others to hide in the back!" The one who survived saw his companion fell to the ground, Knowing that there is a perfect archer hiding in the endless woods - that is the favorite hunting ground of this kind of night viper - he sarcastically said angrily.

The young and handsome knight blushed. For the first time in his life, he was called a despicable person, but he would not blame Alan for it. They fought side by side countless times, which could indeed delay a lot of time—— He is also willing to trust her with all his heart, fight with her, and will not dictate to her.

So he could only swing his sword and slash and kill the enemies who rushed up more fiercely. Ailan no longer hid, but jumped out of his hiding place, and saw that her bow and arrows were full of nearly four or five arrows. Feathered arrows, the bow strings are like a full moon, shooting straight at the distant enemy, and the arrows are not in vain.

"Aylan, be careful!" Diarmuid wiped the blood splattered on his face, and shouted at Aylan who put six feathered arrows on the bowstring again. The enemy soldiers split into two.

"Shut up." Alan's answer was simple and rude. The other party had already lost two kings, and their morale was naturally greatly reduced. However, to unlock the magic on Finn and the others, the blood of the third king was needed. "The remaining head is Yours, I won’t rob you.”

"Oh, that makes sense." Diarmuid suddenly pointed the extinction yellow rose held in the other hand at Alan, and Alan also aimed his arrow in the direction of Diarmuid , The two shot at the same time, Alan's arrow grazed Diarmuid's scalp and shot through the head of the attacker behind him, and the destructive Yellow Rose pierced the attacker behind Alan.

Neither of them blinked, and continued to fight as if what happened just now hadn't happened at all. Alan, who had finished shooting the feather arrow, pulled out the "Destroyable Yellow Rose" from the corpse, and casually pulled out the enemy who was approaching him. The army pierced through, "This short gun is really handy." Before they knew it, the two of them had become back to back, and Alan wiped off the blood splattered on his face. Huang Qiangwei looked extraordinarily breathtakingly beautiful.

"I'm sorry I can't give it to you." Diarmuid smiled, he and Alan were covered in wounds and blood, his own and the enemy's. The enemy who came up, Alan felt that she was about to lose strength, and when she finally felt that she was about to die, Diarmuid killed the king who survived by chance, the last leader was killed, and the enemy army began to retreat. Alan finally collapsed on the blood-stained river beach, her hair was clogged with clotted blood, and she could barely open her eyes. She lay down for a while, then got up and saw Diarmuid's body. Holding the heads of the three kings in his hand, he stretched out his hand to himself: "Get up, let's help Lord Fiona get in touch with the imprisonment of magic."

Alan stretched out his hand, hesitated for a while, and finally grabbed Diarmuid's hand, allowing him to pull himself up from the wet ground full of blood and smell.

Both her and his hands were covered with blood, and they felt a bit sticky. However, unlike Alan, Diarmuid's hands were warm, while Alan's were as cold as ice.

"Your hands are really cold."

"... Let go." Alan withdrew his hand and turned his back to him.

Diarmuid didn't know what to say, so he could only mutter, "I'm really... sorry about what happened last time."

"Let's go. You have more important things to do." Alan ignored him, turned to get out of the way, and didn't even look at him. Diarmuid lowered his head, his golden brown eyes were slightly dimmed, " Wait for me to come back." He said.

Alan still ignored him.

Diarmuid had no choice but to abandon her and take the heads of the three kings to dispel the magic. Alan lowered his hands and looked at his back as he walked towards the Palace of the Sorbee Grove—this can’t go on anymore—her prohibition prevented her from What's the point of spending time like a normal girl talking about marriage?The two adoptive mothers do not want her to marry any man as a wife, and Queen Eve even hopes that she can leave Fiona and return to the Kingdom of Shadows.

She has lived here for many years and knows that for the Celts, a wife is never as important as a friend. Even if she can marry, no matter how passionate the love is, one day it will fade away, and she must become a man who hides behind a man. A weak woman who seeks protection, she will never be able to, what she seeks is equal respect as a warrior.

What was she going to do when love faded?In this world, there is no perfect love, that only belongs to fairy tales, and she has passed the age of believing in fairy tales-not so much that she likes Diarmuid and wants to marry him as his wife, it is better to say that the love she pursues It is the pure feeling of being a comrade in arms who respects each other for a lifetime.

She put her hand on the water bag that the mother had given her.

Maybe... this could help her?

When rushing back from the Kingdom of Shadows, Alan was in a very complicated mood. She sat on the horse and let Vera walk aimlessly. Looking at the scar on her wrist, she suddenly felt uncomfortable. If she chose Kang On the side of King Mark, I have to take a completely different path from Fiona...

She let Vera move forward, and suddenly she heard a tragic battle song, and she immediately recognized that it belonged to the warriors of Fiona, who were being threatened with their lives.Alan remembered what her mother said: "If I stay in Fiona, I'm afraid my life will be in danger." But...she can't just leave like this, since she agreed to fight side by side with them for the rest of her life, unless Death comes, or she will never flinch, that is the most solemn oath she made as a knight.

It can't be broken, there is no need to break it. Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a sense of relief. Since she can only choose one camp, then how to choose is her business. Instead of worrying about it, it is better not to think about it, not to worry about it. Just regret the path you have traveled.

Just follow your own heart and go forward, and hold your own morality firmly.Alan shook the reins, and Vera neighed and galloped across the grassland.She has to hurry to the direction where the singing is coming from, and fight side by side with her friends.

***

Diarmuid jumped directly from the hillside and slid down, bringing up a burst of flying dust. He eagerly hoped to rush to Fick's side to help this scarred and bloody warrior, but even with his own At the fastest speed, he still foresaw the ending that he could not get to Fekna in time - even though Midak was pierced through his body and one hand by his spear, his attack on Fecna was still fierce .

To be precise, having foreseen his fate of death, and harboring extreme resentment towards Finn and the Fiona Knights, Midak's attack was almost crazy and without any rules—he only wanted Fecna's "Diarmuid! You injured me terribly! Then Finn's son can't live longer than me!" As he spoke, he raised the knife to his hand, which was already clenched due to excessive blood loss. The sword's Fickna's Tianling cover wanted to chop off.

"Stop it!" Diarmuid was still some distance away from them, but it was too late to throw the gun again, "It would be great if Alan was here at this time." He couldn't help thinking like this.

An arrow pierced Midak's wrist like lightning, and the second arrow hit the tip of the knife, causing it to deviate from the original trajectory, rubbing the shoulder of the seriously injured Fekna and falling to the ground. Three arrows followed. It penetrated through Midak's right eye and exited from the back of his head. Midak fell to the ground straight with the remaining eye open. With the fire of hatred and curse that has not yet been burned out.

The archer obviously has no time gap, and shoots three arrows in a row. This is the best time, and it also requires the archer to have extraordinary calmness and skills-at least in this regard, Diarmuid thinks that I am not as good as her - there is only one person in the entire Fiona Knights who has such superb archery skills - Elanio.

At that moment, a kind of astonishment and ecstasy flooded Diarmuid's heart. He looked at the figure and smiled. Alan frowned and turned away from him. Some sullen.

She was still mad at herself.

Alan jumped down from her favorable terrain, and rushed to Fick's side like the wind and squatted down. Fasha was with her. The young warrior seemed a little tired because of the long-distance raid, "Fasha, please!" Is it okay to send the prince back? I can't carry him on my back." Alan helped the seriously injured warrior to give emergency treatment with the wound medicine brought from the Kingdom of Shadows.

"May God bless you." Fick raised two fingers with difficulty, and said to Alan. His voice was a little dry, and Alan signaled him to close his eyes and take a good rest.Fasha carefully picked up the unconscious Fekna, "I will go and come back soon, Alan, you and Diarmuid must guard this river beach well!"

"If you don't tell me about this kind of thing, I will do it." Alan held the bow in her hand instead of carrying it on her back, because the battle would start again, and she wore a long sword on her waist. After the arrows are used up, she will use this sword to fight in close quarters. Watching Fasha leave the mountain pear forest, Ailan gave Diarmuid a cold look.

The latter scratched his head in embarrassment, not knowing what to say, he flicked the stupid hair on his forehead, hesitantly said, "I'll talk about it later." Alan said coldly to him Said, "Go and see how Finn and the others are doing, I'll stay here."

Diarmuid nodded, and turned to find Finn and the others who were trapped by the spell. Before leaving, he couldn't help but look back at Alan. He really felt guilty for his recklessness, no, now Ailan came back, and he had to find a chance to apologize to her.

When he approached the palace, he was full of irritability and couldn't help the anger rising in his heart. He roared like venting and slammed his gun at the door, but the door didn't move at all.

Finn, who was immobilized by spells, recognized Diarmuid's voice and called out impatiently, "Don't come in, Diarmuid, this place is full of damned spells. Tell us first, Who has been fighting hard outside for so long, we only hear the clash of swords and roars, but we don’t know anything.”

"It is your heroic son Fekna who is fighting against the enemy alone." Diarmuid replied.

"How's the result?" Finn pondered for a while, and asked with a sigh.

"He was seriously injured." Diarmuid said, "But don't worry, Alan arrived in time to save his life."

He heard Finn let out a long sigh of relief, "May victory and blessings be with you, Diarmuid." Then he explained to Diarmuid how to break the spell of the Palace of Sorbus, " You must hold on until sunrise, as long as you can hold on until sunrise, Fiona's reinforcements will definitely arrive."

"We will definitely be able to do it." Diarmuid replied, but at this time Conan yelled that he was hungry, Diarmuid couldn't help but frowned, "A group of devils are waiting to kill you , you still have the heart to yell that you are hungry."

"Oh, sissy Diarmuid," Conan couldn't help but sarcastically said, "If Alan is the one who made this request to you, you must complete it as quickly as you can without hesitation!"

Dilum choked for a moment, and said impatiently: "Okay! I'll go now! You wait!" He quickly turned and left, and the companion trapped in the palace turned to look at Conan, eyes full of reproach , Conan acted as if he hadn't seen it at all.

When he came back, he found Ailan sitting alone on the river beach full of corpses, the moonlight was hazy, and he walked carefully to her side with tender emotions in his heart, "I'm going to find some food for Conan and the others. Yes, guard the river beach and wait for me to come back." Diarmuid mustered up the courage to go to Alan, who ignored him, and Alan said for a long time: "The defeated army has food in their hands."

"I don't want to be ridiculed by Conan for taking that thing from the hands of the dead." Diarmuid shook his head.

Alan raised her eyebrows. She knew how poisonous the venom from Conan's sarcastic tongue was. The young knight in front of him had a proud enough heart, so he definitely didn't want to be satirized by this venomous guy. After a while, she curled her lips, "Go and come back quickly." Then she walked among the corpses, picked up the arrows on their bodies, beside them, and in the quiver, and checked whether they could be used, even if she was fighting in close quarters. That's right, she didn't like the slippery feeling of being splattered with blood as if she had caught a loach.

When it comes to food, she is actually a little hungry. She is not as picky as Conan. Even if it is a dead person's thing, it is not for nothing. She took out a piece of hard dry food from a clean cloth bag and gnawed it for a long time before biting it off. It was a small piece, and her teeth were about to fall out. At this time, a plate of food was handed to her, and the delicious smell could stimulate her taste buds, "I know you are about to be hungry, do you want to?" Looking up at a guy's bright smiling face, Alan felt a burst of blood rushing to his face, and his heart beat fast.Reaching out to snatch the plate, almost spilling all the food, she turned her back to Diarmuid and began to gobble it up, "Bastard, you idiot!" Alan cursed silently in her heart, she took the small dish in her hand as someone's The meat is just a bite...

Diarmuid was completely speechless in front of a beast eating like a beast that had been hungry for several days, and went to Conan with the rest.

When Diarmuid came back, he saw someone squatting on the rocks on the river beach, checking the terrain. Alan was good at archers, and she was more willing to ambush her opponent like a poisonous snake in a place suitable for an ambush. This is the same as Diarmuid, who advocates confrontation and fair duel, is completely different. When the three kings of the torrent island came to the river beach, they saw Diarmuid standing there alone, motionless like a tall mountain. Like the mountain peaks, they tried to coax him to leave with sweet words but failed, and the young knight said that he would stick to this river beach.

The men of the Three Kings rushed towards him like a tide, and Diarmuid swung his sword to meet the enemy. Wherever the long sword went, there were corpses separated from each other. When the battle was stalemate, Alan hid in the woods by the river bank On a certain tree in the tree, she put an arrow on the bowstring and shot straight out. The second arrow had already left the bowstring before the first arrow left the bowstring. Three arrows, with a slight flick of the wrist, the three arrows that were almost side by side separated and turned into the kiss of death. Two of them pierced the hearts of two of the three kings of the island of torrents, and they screamed. Before he could make a sound, he fell to the ground.But the third arrow deviated a bit and hit an enemy who was already very close to Diarmuid.

"Ha! Diarmuid! I heard that you are an indomitable man, but I didn't expect that you are also a despicable villain who would tell others to hide in the back!" The one who survived saw his companion fell to the ground, Knowing that there is a perfect archer hiding in the endless woods - that is the favorite hunting ground of this kind of night viper - he sarcastically said angrily.

The young and handsome knight blushed. For the first time in his life, he was called a despicable person, but he would not blame Alan for it. They fought side by side countless times, which could indeed delay a lot of time—— He is also willing to trust her with all his heart, fight with her, and will not dictate to her.

So he could only swing his sword and slash and kill the enemies who rushed up more fiercely. Ailan no longer hid, but jumped out of his hiding place, and saw that her bow and arrows were full of nearly four or five arrows. Feathered arrows, the bow strings are like a full moon, shooting straight at the distant enemy, and the arrows are not in vain.

"Aylan, be careful!" Diarmuid wiped the blood splattered on his face, and shouted at Aylan who put six feathered arrows on the bowstring again. The enemy soldiers split into two.

"Shut up." Alan's answer was simple and rude. The other party had already lost two kings, and their morale was naturally greatly reduced. However, to unlock the magic on Finn and the others, the blood of the third king was needed. "The remaining head is Yours, I won’t rob you.”

"Oh, that makes sense." Diarmuid suddenly pointed the extinction yellow rose held in the other hand at Alan, and Alan also aimed his arrow in the direction of Diarmuid , The two shot at the same time, Alan's arrow grazed Diarmuid's scalp and shot through the head of the attacker behind him, and the destructive Yellow Rose pierced the attacker behind Alan.

Neither of them blinked, and continued to fight as if what happened just now hadn't happened at all. Alan, who had finished shooting the feather arrow, pulled out the "Destroyable Yellow Rose" from the corpse, and casually pulled out the enemy who was approaching him. The army pierced through, "This short gun is really handy." Before they knew it, the two of them had become back to back, and Alan wiped off the blood splattered on his face. Huang Qiangwei looked extraordinarily breathtakingly beautiful.

"I'm sorry I can't give it to you." Diarmuid smiled, he and Alan were covered in wounds and blood, his own and the enemy's. The enemy who came up, Alan felt that she was about to lose strength, and when she finally felt that she was about to die, Diarmuid killed the king who survived by chance, the last leader was killed, and the enemy army began to retreat. Alan finally collapsed on the blood-stained river beach, her hair was clogged with clotted blood, and she could barely open her eyes. She lay down for a while, then got up and saw Diarmuid's body. Holding the heads of the three kings in his hand, he stretched out his hand to himself: "Get up, let's help Lord Fiona get in touch with the imprisonment of magic."

Alan stretched out his hand, hesitated for a while, and finally grabbed Diarmuid's hand, allowing him to pull himself up from the wet ground full of blood and smell.

Both her and his hands were covered with blood, and they felt a bit sticky. However, unlike Alan, Diarmuid's hands were warm, while Alan's were as cold as ice.

"Your hands are really cold."

"... Let go." Alan withdrew his hand and turned his back to him.

Diarmuid didn't know what to say, so he could only mutter, "I'm really... sorry about what happened last time."

"Let's go. You have more important things to do." Alan ignored him, turned to get out of the way, and didn't even look at him. Diarmuid lowered his head, his golden brown eyes were slightly dimmed, " Wait for me to come back." He said.

Alan still ignored him.

Diarmuid had no choice but to abandon her and take the heads of the three kings to dispel the magic. Alan lowered his hands and looked at his back as he walked towards the Palace of the Sorbee Grove—this can’t go on anymore—her prohibition prevented her from What's the point of spending time like a normal girl talking about marriage?The two adoptive mothers do not want her to marry any man as a wife, and Queen Eve even hopes that she can leave Fiona and return to the Kingdom of Shadows.

She has lived here for many years and knows that for the Celts, a wife is never as important as a friend. Even if she can marry, no matter how passionate the love is, one day it will fade away, and she must become a man who hides behind a man. A weak woman who seeks protection, she will never be able to, what she seeks is equal respect as a warrior.

What was she going to do when love faded?In this world, there is no perfect love, that only belongs to fairy tales, and she has passed the age of believing in fairy tales-not so much that she likes Diarmuid and wants to marry him as his wife, it is better to say that the love she pursues It is the pure feeling of being a comrade in arms who respects each other for a lifetime.

She put her hand on the water bag that the mother had given her.

Maybe... this could help her?

The author has something to say: There are about five to ten chapters left in Celtic Mythology.

Next is Hades Mythology LC, originally I didn’t intend to write it, but this is the product of my extreme resentment. I want to write a real story about a saint warrior. It has nothing to do with romance, only loyalty and invincible will, only the name " The spirit of "Saint Seiya" - not to reproduce the original work, but to have a clear conscience as a saint fan.

The next chapter has been set: Hades Myth TheLostCanvas * Sublime Love

Gundam Seed*Knight Heart

Home Teacher* Ways to Grow

The last FateZero—the struggle

And the development of the super myth of Che Tianchao in the special chapter "Mother Country of Man - Mu Continent".

That's it