[Yuanshen] After full favorability, the dimension wall is broken

Chapter of the Young Master's Invitation to the Maelstrom

Act VII The Unburned Fairy Tale

Eight huge colored glass windows were shattered at dusk, and glass shards of different colors were flying all over the sky, reflecting strange and blurred brilliance.The white flowers all over the place were also swept up by the shock wave, and countless dust roared in, sweeping the entire Feier Cathedral.

After being pushed to a safe bunker, you stare blankly at the ever-spreading flames crazily engulfing the building known as the "miracle".Through the firelight you see the smoky sky beyond the broken rose window.It was so blue, like the petals of a cornflower, and now it is so dull—

"quick!"

A decisive voice interrupts all your thoughts.You couldn't react from the huge shock, and even felt that your whole body was numb and limp. You just turned your head subconsciously after hearing the voice, and saw those blue eyes like the deep sea.

For some reason, you suddenly calmed down.Maybe it's because the eyes look too dull, reminding you of the sky outside the window; maybe it's because his voice is so decisive, without any hesitation; maybe it's because you know that the person in front of you is an executive officer born for war , or maybe...

...Just because it's "he", that's all.

The light of the fire outlines the thin figure of the young man, and his dark blue eyes seem to extinguish the burning flame in your heart.You subconsciously handed him your hand, and he showed you a faint smile:

"I will never betray your trust..."

"……my buddy."

These were the last words you heard him say.After holding your hand, Dadalia hugged you tightly without any hesitation, ran to the broken window of the church, took a strong step, and jumped out directly.

Amidst the violent turbulence and disordered breathing, you look at the world engulfed by the smoke of war from the gap in the arms of the young man.The stained glass window was shattered all over the place, and the nameless white flowers had been crushed; but the tragedy of the Feier Cathedral in front of me was less than one-tenth of the tragic situation outside. There were broken building fragments everywhere, and everywhere was full of people who just looked at it. There was no end to the smoke in sight.

After the huge explosion, Funitaria fell into a deathly silence instead.The world turned black, and all that could be heard was the unbroken steel and stones or other building materials finally unable to support, the metal colliding, the loud noise when it hit the ground, and the tooth-piercing metal twisting , breaking sound...

...and the rapid breathing of the young man beside him.

You finally understand what happened, but it is finally difficult to support the huge grief in your heart.You can no longer bear to see the scorched land and broken buildings, and your remaining rationality can't even support you to think about why all this happened, where are your companions, and whether people are safe.

You just closed your eyes as if escaping, and hugged the young man's neck tightly with the remaining strength of your two arms like a drowning man, trying to absorb the warmth and sense of security that was almost exhausted.

As if feeling the great panic engulfed in the slight trembling of the person in his arms, the young man's footsteps also paused slightly, and then he hugged her hand tightly, and continued to run towards the previously judged safe stronghold.

He is the No. 11 executive officer of the Fools, and the "son" Dadalia is the purest fighter. Difficult battles will only make him full of interest, and terrifying opponents will give birth to ecstasy.He will never run away from war, even eager to taste the blood of the enemy and himself.

In any war, he will only look for two places: the center of all disputes, and the most worthy enemy.This is due to his personality that is willing to place himself in the center of the vortex of struggle, and it is also to make himself stronger to fill the huge hole created by being taken away by the abyss.

But right now...

He faced this war, but he only wanted to find a safe place to keep her safe.

"A true warrior should not retain too much emotion."

The girl standing in the abyss held a sword hilt, and an indescribable black viscous liquid dripped down the sword tip to the ground.Her sword turned a sharp corner in the air, aiming straight at him who was still young and fell to the ground.

"Emotion means loopholes, weaknesses, scruples, and the inability to put everything into battle."

At the age of 14, he struggled to stand up again in the abyss, gritting his teeth and staring at her figure closely.

"Putting everything into the war—"

He once faced the nameless giant monster in the abyss of the world.From that day on, he swore that one day, he would slay the monster that was so powerful that it froze his bone marrow.

"Forget about yourself, forget about fear, and use all your rationality to judge when to attack and when to swing a knife."

He donned the mask and became the vanguard of the Fools' executive.Whether it's slaughtering the dragon heirs of the entire lair alone, or going deep into a dangerous secret place and then retreating, or even subverting the territory of a great nobleman by himself-not only can he always fulfill his promise, but he is also as beautiful and exquisite as a scalpel.He will always appear in the vulnerable hinterland of the enemies of the Winter Kingdom, attacking at the moment before the conflict is about to erupt.

His swords and knives were born for battle and strife.

"...But the martial arts that truly reach the pinnacle are achieved by 'humans'."

"Ajax..."

"...Why are you swinging your sword?"

This was the last teaching Master gave him after he left the abyss.

It is said to be teaching, but in fact it is just that after defeating him with one hand, pointing the tip of the sword at him, and finishing these words lightly.

The master taught him how to walk freely in the abyss.There is not much warmth between them, only the teaching of killing skills.Their teaching has always been full of struggle and fighting, and even Silk himself may have come to him because he appreciated the ambitious will hidden deep in his heart.

Therefore, Dadalia dismissed this so-called "meaning of battle".

There is no point in fighting, and there is no point in fighting.He enjoys never-ending battles, risking his life, doing his best, giving everything...

He doesn't pursue the meaning of fighting, only those who yearn for the end will find the end.

If one day I really find the so-called "meaning", maybe my battle will come to an end, right?

The so-called fighting and fighting are instincts engraved in the blood.

His sword moves for the heart, without the need for so-called reasons and meanings.

At this moment, "wanting to protect the people around me" is just the first reaction when I smell the smell of war.

He lowered his head and looked at the extremely fragile girl in his arms.

She doesn't feel like "her" anymore.It is precisely because she is always at the heart of all conflicts, either passively or intentionally, that I go with her in the first place.She was never afraid, never spoke, never flinched, and seemed to throw everything into the fight just like him.

But when he really separated a ray of soul to become her partner on the journey, he gradually understood the real "her".She is very different from the "legendary traveler" I imagined. She will bully the abyss mage with ice mist flowers in a wicked way, run up and down for a few sweet flowers, get headaches for Mora, and even Pull him to fight with the water blade and the water slime...

That's her, but it's not her.

At this point, he finally stepped through the door and met the real "her".She is just an ordinary girl, like all ordinary girls, she will be afraid, hurt, cry, and put extra enthusiasm for the things she likes.She can't bear it, she can mourn, she can fear war, just like everyone else.

But to him, she was different.

His face changed, his voice changed, his words changed, his combat skills changed, and even the so-called "purpose" he understood changed.

But the first time he saw her, he knew it was her.

She's not like anyone else.

So, buddy...

When you no longer take the initiative to approach disputes like that, and are no longer proficient in combat like that; when you yearn for a stable life, and you pity the casualties caused by war...

Dadalia's dark blue eyes, dulled by the abyss, reflected the fire that was burning all around.The girl in his arms seemed to have fallen asleep because of fear, only her thin body was trembling slightly on his neck.

…It’s okay if you really can’t fight and you really want to cry.

Please rely on me as much as you can.

because……

"Dadalia?" You woke up and looked around, "This, this is..."

""Relatively safe stronghold". "The young man leaning against the wall beside you smiled slightly, and put his thin and slender index finger on his pale lips, "Don't make too much noise. "

You pursed your lips, trying to suppress your countless questions, roars, growls and wails.You do your best to calm down, only to find yourself shaking constantly.

"Eat something." Dadalia took out a piece of bread from the backpack beside him, tore open the bag and handed it to you, "Food resources on the battlefield are very precious, so I really don't need them this time." Picky eater."

You moved your lips, took the bread tremblingly, and took a hard bite.The overly sweet and greasy taste of the cold strawberry jam wakes up your senses gradually, you bite the bread silently, and big drops of tears slide down your cheeks.

Dadalia sighed and rubbed your hair gently: "Don't be afraid."

You shook your head, trying to stop the tears that kept pouring out, but to no avail.You just swallowed the cold, hard and strange-tasting bread, as if you wanted to use this action to fill your inner fear and helplessness.

"Cry."

The voice of the young man seems to have a kind of gentleness that you can't imagine.You raised your head, and there seemed to be slight ripples in the bleak sea.

The executive, who was born for fighting and hated useless tears, showed his gentle side in the cruel and uninhabited battlefield.He opens his arms to you with his usual smile.

This is the last thing you are familiar with in this land.

You finally couldn't bear the pain and collapse squeezed in your heart, and cried bitterly in his arms.Blocked by layers of thick clothes, you closed your eyes and cried out in relief in the darkness.

Why is this happening?

Why is everything ruined?

Where is everyone?

Why is this happening?

Does anyone know ahead of time?

Why……

Why is there a war?

You don't remember how long you cried, you only know that after finally venting all the uneasiness and collapse, you have almost no energy to say a word.You stared blankly at the broken ceiling, curled up next to the young man, and memories flooded your mind.

You know, some of the people in Funitaria, Evelyn, Dadalia...they probably all saw the day.

But you don't want to ask again.You are already too tired, so tired that you don't want to think, you just want to fall asleep in the only remaining warmth.

"Go to sleep." The young man gently asked you to lean against him, but you could smell the strong smell of blood on his body.

This is war...

...you've never been so conscious of it.

"……I can not sleep."

You opened your mouth slowly, only to realize that your voice was quite hoarse.

"Well, how about I tell you a story?"

"Don't mistake me for Toko and Tonya." You coughed and protested hoarsely.

The young man beside you gave a small laugh, rubbed your hair, and began to talk to himself——

"Once upon a time, there was a little fox who lived in a very, very wide snowfield. The snowfield was very big, and there were patches of snow on it."

"The snow is very thick, and the little fox has to walk many, many ways and jump many, many times every day to find food to fill his stomach."

"One day, the little fox found a very small piece of land. It was so small and covered with weeds that no one paid attention to it, but it was a miracle in this white snowfield."

"The little fox thought of the birds he had seen, and the outside world they described. He was determined to make this his own garden—a secret garden that no one else knew about."

"The little fox still has to walk many, many ways and jump many, many times every day to fill his stomach, but with that small piece of land, he suddenly has a home."

"A little fox in the snowfield found a small piece of dirt. Since then, he has been going there every day to tidy up his little garden."

"However, he was the first fox who tried to have a garden in the snow field. He couldn't handle weeds, and he didn't know how to take care of them; he didn't even know it was weeds, and he loved it every day squatting in it, enjoying the An extraordinarily precious life in the snow field.”

"The little fox thinks he has a very, very beautiful garden. However, he still lacks a little rose of his own."

"'Every unique garden must have a unique rose'. Thinking this way, the little fox left the snowfield where he was born, climbed many mountains, and swam many rivers. "

"The little fox met many, many roses, and saw many, many scenes that existed in his imagination. Many roses kept him in the beautiful scenery, but the little fox proudly said that he belonged to a snowfield far, far away."

"'The snowfields are too cold for us, everyone will die,' said the roses."

"The little fox nodded: 'Yes, so I'm looking for my rose.'"

"The rose asked: 'All roses look the same, how can you tell which one is yours?'"

"The little fox said: 'The rose that belongs to me is the only rose in the world.' He believed that with just one glance, he would be able to recognize the rose that belonged to him."

"When the little fox climbed many mountains and swam many rivers, he suddenly saw a small rose in one place. She seemed to be the same as other roses, but the little fox felt that , that is the most unique rose in the world that belongs to him.”

"But when the little fox wanted to invite him, he suddenly became a little scared. It is true that he thought he was a very reliable little fox, but his snow field was so far away, so cold, and his garden was so small. Overgrown with weeds."

"Looking at this little rose, the little fox suddenly felt that everything he was proud of became a concern for him. But he has come so far, he asked:"

"'Excuse me, do you need a little fox?'"

"'Although his home is far away, and his garden is very small...'"

"'But, I've been looking for it for a long, long time...'"

"'Will you accept my invitation?'"

"Later, the little fox became the only little fox in the snow field with a garden that belonged only to him."

You have already fallen asleep under the drowsy warmth and the smell of blood, this endless fairy tale, and you have not seen the tender dark blue eyes of the young people around you.

my buddy……

…It’s okay if you really can’t fight and you really want to cry.

Please rely on me as much as you can.

because……

...I want to invite you to the snowfield where I grew up.

I just don't know, do you need a little fox?

Dadalia gently hugged the sleeping girl with the windbreaker, just like in a fairy tale that has not been burned by the flames of war, the little fox tightly wrapped his tail around the unique rose that belonged to him.

The author says:

感谢在2022-02-1612:09:25~2022-02-1712:01:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: 2 for Dianthus Huaniang; 1 for Wenzai;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ?