I rely on black magic to build infrastructure [Comprehensive fairy tale]

can i be your believer (two more)

(following is memory)

Fran raised her head and looked at the towering tree in front of her.

The tree was planted by her own hands.

It has been 2000 years since the birth of the first generation of fairy witches.

Under her protection, monsters dare not disturb this holy tree, and the holy tree of fairy spirits has been growing very well in the past few hundred years.

The green branches and buds are shaking with the wind, and each piece is written with joy.

This morning, those fairy witches brought her the freshest fruit again to express their love for her.

But her time was running out.

It is said that the most indispensable thing for the goddess of time is time, but even the god of time will fall.

This is the unchanging rule of this world for God.

Fran, who lowered her head, saw the bookmark tucked in the pages of the golden magic book in her hand, and she frowned briefly.

This bookmark is a prop for her to make a contract with the fairy tree.

During the time she guards the tree, all the fairy witches will be her followers.

This is not something she forcibly ordered, but a gift from this tree.

As long as the contract exists, every fairy witch will have loyalty and trust to her when she is born.

But she didn't remember taking this bookmark out of the house today.

Her white hands lightly pressed against the tree trunk, and the blue-purple light slowly surrounded her.

This is what the tree loves about her.

The leaves of alsophila spinulosa trembled, telling Fran that the fairy she was waiting for came.

It was a fairy with a pair of black thin wings.

The thin wings flowed with overflowing fireflies and brilliance under the sun, and they were the most beautiful fairy butterfly wings Fran had ever seen.

It's just that he can't be called a witch because his appearance is male.

"Xiao Bei, are you here?" Fran waved to the young man who was a head taller than her.

After the young man named Xiaobei landed on the ground, he glanced at her unhappily.

"Don't call me Becky."

"Then what should I call you? Besalil?" Fran sat down against the sacred tree and asked with a smile.

"I hate this name." Besalil also sat beside her, whispering at the same time, "And you never tell me your name."

Fran handed the golden magic book to the boy: "Didn't I say that the name of a god is not something a fairy can bear."

Besalil snorted, and took the book in Fran's hand: "Does that mean I can only know your name after I become a god?"

"Yes, you have to work hard." Fran said with a bright smile.

The golden magic book came to life in the hands of Besalil. It yawned and asked, "Why is it you again?"

Fran glanced at the golden magic book: "If it wasn't for his liking for reading, you would just pile ashes under the bed."

Hearing Fran's words, Besalil frowned.

The golden magic book whimpered and asked, "What book are you going to read today?"

After Besalil announced the title of a book related to magic, he opened the magic book.

This is a magic book created by the goddess of time, which records all the books in this world.

Its only downside is that its personality is not very good.

Naturally, it became one of Fran's least favorite magic items.

Even the useless candle was placed a little further ahead.

Besalil has a pair of red jade eyes, very beautiful.

His demeanor of concentrating on reading, even Fran, who is used to seeing this time scene, couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Fran recalled the first time she met him.

He was only one or two hundred years old at that time, even younger than he is now.

Looks like a little human boy.

He sat decadently beside the fairy tree, with a strange magical atmosphere lingering all over his body.

She asked for a long time before he told her the reason.

It turned out that his mother was a fairy witch, but his father was a human being.

Because he can't use light magic anyway, coupled with his strange pupil color, humans call him an unknown existence.

Knowing that there is a connection between the fairy tree and the fairy, he traveled a long distance to come here.

Trying to get the recognition of the fairy tree.

It turned out that the tree didn't think he was a faery either.

Seeing the little boy's expression of being abandoned by the whole world, Fran comforted him that his magic power did not belong to any party, but only to himself.

Same as her.

"Same as you?" The childish Besalier raised his head and looked at Fran suspiciously.

"Yes, only the gods of the future will give birth to their own unique magic."

Since then, the boy has come to her every now and then, asking her to teach him magic.

Of course she couldn't teach him magic, because time magic was impossible for other creatures to learn.

She found that he liked to read, so she brought him the evil magic book.

Let him teach himself.

Gradually, he grew taller than her.

The wind in the distance, mixed with the aroma of sage, rushed towards me.

Fran grows a lot of sage, and she loves it both for its taste and its medicinal properties.

It's just that there is still a smell in this burst of sage that makes her feel disgusted.

"Don't talk." Fran used her own magic to hide Besalil, and then stood up.

A figure then appeared in front of her.

Platinum blonde shoulder-length hair and golden eyes.

This god from the light still had a noble face.

His gaze swept over Fran's back, and then returned to Fran.

"Are there other creatures here?"

"You're not staying in your temple, and you came here just to find something to say?" For the God of Light, Fran had never had a good temper.

She will not reveal Besalil's existence either.

Once the God of Light knows that there are gods born from other creatures in this world, he will definitely kill them without hesitation.

The God of Light had a calm expression on his face, as he always did: "You know why I came to you, your time is running out."

"So what?" Fran asked.

The God of Light looked at her, with light golden sunlight scattered on the golden eyelashes: "You don't want to see the fairy clan being swallowed by darkness again, do you?"

"Even if this is the case, I will not hand over the contract to you." Fran replied, "I would rather cancel my contract with the fairy tree, and you will not become their god."

The God of Light sighed lightly: "The star map shows that darkness is growing again in this world."

Fran didn't look at him again: "Goodbye."

God of Light: "..."

After the God of Light left, Fran lifted the magic on Besalil.

His eyelashes drooped at this moment, trying to hide his emotions: "He said you don't have much time, what does that mean?"

Fran knew that Bessalier had overheard their conversation.

"That's what it means on the surface." Fran replied, "God's magic and soul are eternal, but the god itself is not."

"You're going to die, aren't you?"

Fran could feel that Besalil in front of her was sad.

For some reason, she had an idea that she didn't want to make her sad.

"Yes." She replied lightly, "But I will not leave forever, I will return to this world one day."

Besalil raised his head: "When?"

"It may be 1000 years, it may be 1 years... No god knows the answer." Fran replied, "I and the God of Light are the last two gods in this world. Those gods who fell in the past, Haven't come back yet."

The last light in Besalil's eyes disappeared.

"But it won't be soon." Fran added, "I have seen with my own eyes that one day in the future, you will also become a new god. That is not an easy task."

"Then have you seen when I will come back?" Besalil seemed obsessed with this topic.

Fran was silent.

The god of time cannot see his own time.

She didn't know where she would go after she fell, or if she would come back.

Fran looked down at Besalil beside him, his mind was no longer on the books.

He gripped the edge of the page with one hand, and slowly clenched it with the other.

"You will forget me soon, don't be so sad." Fran said.

"Forget you?" Besalil looked at her, "How could I forget you."

"No race can learn time magic, and I don't have any followers, so I'm destined to be forgotten as a god," Fran explained.

After she left this world, he might not be so sad.

"Aren't there fairy witches?" Besalil asked.

Fran shook her head: "I have a contract relationship with them, not a belief."

Once the contract is gone, these fairy witches will forget her.

Besalil was silent for a moment, and asked:

"What about me? Can I be your believer?"

Fran was stunned for a moment, then she smiled and stretched out a hand: "Then you will be my most loyal believer?"

Besalil took that hand, put it on his lips and put a kiss on it: "When..."

Before he finished speaking, he fell into a deep sleep and was gently caught by Fran.

The fairy holy tree Cymphila spinulosa trembled, as if making a silent inquiry.

"He is like this, my leaving will only make him more sad." Fran replied to the holy tree, "I don't want to make him sad, so I must make him forget my existence."

In her hand was a blue memory fragment.

She sent this fragment into the fairy tree: "Please save it for me. I will come back to get it someday when I return to this world."

When Fran finished speaking, another fragment emerged from Besalil's body.

It was a pitch-black soul shard, and it flew straight into the air, merging with that little memory shard.

At the same time, the fairy tree also emitted a soft light.

When Fran reacted, she returned to the trunk of the fairy tree in a standing posture.

The sacred tree has returned to its previous towering state.

In front of him is the hourglass bookmark and the golden magic book.

The gold sand in the hourglass returns to the starting point and accumulates on the top, and the connection between the leaves and the hourglass is also broken after the last grain of gold sand leaves the bottom.

The leaves returned to the fairy tree, and the contract was terminated.

"Fran? Where have you been?"

Fran turned her head and found the Dark God standing behind him, with the power of dark magic clamoring around him.

He had been casting magic to find her just now.

The soul fragment also returned to him after being free.

And the face of the Dark God overlapped with Besalil's face.

"I just seemed to have entered the memory of the Goddess of Time."

Dark God:?