Remembrance of the Goddess of God

red.

red.

red.

It was an exceptionally brilliant color.It is the color of flowers, the color of sunset.

Also the color of blood.

It is the color of fire!

It was a not too bright color, slightly orange, jumping happily around people, showing vitality and heat.So joyous, so alive, so hot—

scorching!

So hot!hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot hot So hot, so hot, so hot, so hot, so hot! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !It's hot - hot as hell!

About to be burned alive!

Desperately, he reached out, trying to grab even a bit of air that he could breathe - but couldn't!

The flames had swallowed all the air around him, he was breathing desperately but he could only feel the dust entering and leaving in his lungs!

Who can save him...

Eyes that had been clouded by bewilderment and despair widened in vain.

To his surprise, frost suddenly appeared beside him—icicles protruding from the ground like rapidly growing clusters of crystals.And the flames receded quickly as if they were afraid of the ice.

And at this moment, he discovered——the place he was in was not the center of the flame.

The center of the flame was not far from him, but he was very safe at this moment.It wasn't because of the ice around him, but because the flame was burning on a high platform, which was extremely far away from him.

But the heart suddenly went cold!It was more painful than the panic just now - he even felt that his heart was being crushed inch by inch with a knife!Because in the flames on the high platform, there is a person tied there!

That's a woman!He could even see her brilliant golden hair and slender figure through the flames.And... and the shuddering pain of being burned by the flames...

Bingling had already climbed onto the high platform, and the flame was gradually extinguished——he breathed out a sigh of relief, but met the eyes of the woman on the high platform as the flame went out...

Those are a pair of golden green eyes like the wilderness in early spring!

Elven eyes!

He was almost speechless in horror, and the owner of those eyes turned to him!

It was a beautiful woman, she looked at him quietly, but her eyes were full of tenderness and nostalgia.She sighed silently, and a very peaceful but tired smile appeared on her face.

--No--! B...

He seemed to want to shout something, but found in despair that he couldn't make any sound.He could only see the woman's smile deepened, and then her right hand was released, and a handful of dust fell down——

The flame suddenly exploded again!

"Don't—!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!"

With a desperate cry, he suddenly woke up from his dream.

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Sisdron - This was the last stop of the expedition before actually entering the wilderness, which, of course, is human territory.

"And it's a great honor—this is the fief of our family's men before they got the throne~" The brown-haired human prince drew a long voice casually, "Although the place is a bit small, it's 'unfortunately' the same as the elves. bordering on the forests of my country, but my mother still seems to intend to keep the prince's fief here as a tradition."

Beside him, the young elf who was riding a beautiful wild horse without a saddle glanced at him.

"Tradition of a royal family of only two generations?"

"But my mother has been the queen and empress dowager of four dynasties, hasn't she?" The gray-brown eyes seemed to be darkened sadly. "What's more... As a training place for future heirs, where is Sisdhang suitable?"

And where was both the birthplace of a king and a place that was actually ravaged by mad elves?

——Shortly after the death of King Belennon, and before his confidants forcibly married Queen Igmel, Queen Lianna of the elves gave birth to the only princess of the elves, Xiyanon.Although Raden was king of the elves through the blood of Queen Lianna - the elves only recognize the Morian clan as royal family - he was also maddened by jealousy because of the obvious human-elven traits in Siyanon - he forced the priests They found Xiyanon's father's family, and out of jealousy, they forced the elves to slaughter the entire Sisdehang family for him-except Arthur's father, "Double Dragon" Udair, who was imprisoned by the dwarves at that time.

For this reason, the Sith Dehang always hated the elves.

"But if this is not the case, is your mother really relieved to put you back on the fief?" Lost slowed down the first horse to avoid a few pedestrians, but only got a few curses and rolled eyes in a low voice, but the elf priest Obviously not paying attention here.

"Okay... I said you can discuss these topics when there is no one else." The old dwarf on the donkey rolled his eyes, "But can we go to your inner castle to find a room to rest? Even with an old man riding a donkey, the two of you have dragged on long enough."

If you don't go back to the expedition team, those humans will be suspicious!

Of course, the two of them couldn't understand Tesmi's hint, so the two dwarves smiled at the old dwarf, and turned the direction of the horse.

Nelson looked at the three people who had finally left the street, and spat contemptuously in his eyes.

Although they didn't speak the Common Tongue, he could still see that the young and old dwarves were friendly to the yellow-haired elf—what a betrayal of humanity!

Back then, his whole family was killed by the elves until only he was left hiding in the cellar—the elves killed people for no reason, just like those goblins in the wasteland!The dwarves from Black Rock Mountain came to kill at least because the sword of the king fell into the hands of humans, making all dwarves unable to have children!He joined the army of the Duke of Carmeri for revenge, and he still understands these things.

But he left the army long ago and went back to his hometown to open a tavern, and now he has no way to kill that elf, thinking back when their army burned Isien Maple Forest to the ground...

Nelson shook his head, sighed, and walked back to the tavern he was about to open just now.

——However, that yellow-haired elf looks familiar?

What a joke, don't elves all look like that goblin.

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"Ah, Murja?"

The young knight hurriedly jumped off the window sill, arranging his clothes in vain.

"There's still lime on the left shoulder."

"Ah! Thank you so much...Mu, Murjia?!"

Lancelot tried to maintain an upright and rigorous image in front of Murjia, but obviously when Murjia saw him sitting on the window sill in a daze, the image of the knight was completely shattered.

The girl's golden-green eyes softened a lot.Murjia looked at Lancelow's tangled and embarrassed face with a funny face, walked over, and sat next to Lancelow on the window sill.

"Why do you care about this? When you enter the wasteland, it's not all the same."

"This...forget it." Lancelot sighed, followed Murjia and sat back on the window sill again. "Don't elves think about the dirt on their clothes?"

"As long as the fabric is produced by elves, the weaver will use some small magic to make the fabric never get dusty."

"So extravagant?"

"Luxury?" Murjia rarely showed a strange look, "It's just some small spells, even a warrior can know it, let alone the growers on the Echiara Plateau?"

"...Wait, you mean, all..."

Muerjia probably understood the surprise of humans, "All elves can use magic through the use of the ancient language, in Bulviad. Mildin said that there are also cases in other places where all humans can use magic, but other races cannot."

"So you don't need to be so surprised. The truly powerful spells are all mastered by illusionists, priests, and bards. Other professions are just tricks for auxiliary use." The elf's slender fingers curled a strand of silver Hair, this is a relaxed gesture that is extremely rare for her.

"All elves live on the path of life guided by the Seven Sacred Trees, so we don't need to think about the meaning of our own existence, just follow their guidance."

"Does the guidance of the Seven Sacred Tree also include love?"

Lancelot's words blurted out completely without thinking, and when the young knight met Murjia's startled green eyes, his face was already flushed, he hesitated and didn't know how to explain it.

"...Of course not. Love is something that comes out of nowhere and is extra capricious. Not to mention the Seven Sacred Trees, even Goddess Toddana and the gods may not be able to guide love."

After a long period of silence, Murjia said such a sentence abruptly, and then the elf girl jumped off the window sill and left the corridor without looking back.

Abandoning Mr. Knight who finally fully realized what he said in this passage.

"I... what the hell was I thinking just now! What I said just now was simply teasing her!!!"

But for Lancelot, it seems that the tragedy has not stopped after he was regarded as a disciple by Murjia.because--

The window sill on which they were sitting could be seen clearly by those who entered the Siddhanneburg through the back door.

"Why is my sister sitting so close to him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Therefore, it is understandable that Lancelow's current situation is dangerous.

The elf boy with golden hair as bright as the sun sat with a smile on the opposite side of Lancelot. Intentionally or not, the short silver staff that Lost was fiddling with kept spinning, and on the star decoration on the staff head, there were a few pale lines. Lightning is constantly wandering.

With a crackling sound.

"Mr. Lancelot Berignon..." Lost's voice was even full of laughter. "Have you had a good time today?"

silence.

Lancelot looked at the silver staff in Loster's hand that was likely to change direction suddenly, and shrank back without a trace.

"But why does my sister look unhappy? Can Lancelot tell me?"

"Just now I saw my sister sitting with you, Lancelot. Lancelot must know why?" The lightning suddenly turned bright purple, "Isn't it?"

——If he really said why, he would definitely kill him!absolute!

"Is it because Lancelot likes my sister?"

"Puff... cough!!! cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Well...it doesn't look like it~" The elf narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the surprised and embarrassed knight, showing a happier expression, "That's good, I was still worried about it .It’s not good, it’s good~”

Arthur happened to be caught in Lost's words and sighed.

"I said, brother, you actually... I know you are thinking about the beauty by Lake Kabelati, but you have to understand that your actions are really..."

"Arthur!"

Lancelot blushed suddenly, but Arthur raised his eyebrows, "Look at it... Don't worry about Lost, Lancelot is the traditional old-fashioned, not at all chivalrous ——So don't worry about your sister, he has the heart but not the guts to act."

"Arthur!"

"Did I say something wrong?" The human prince acted like a commoner: he spread his hands to show his innocence, but his gray-brown eyes were full of smiles. "But Lost is worried about the other side, not because his sister might have a man...I didn't say anything."

The corners of the eyes of the dwarves who were forced by the elf priest to put pressure on Lancelot twitched a few times.

——Didn't the guy who grinned grinningly and murmured, "Whoever dares to get close to his sister will be castrated" just because his sister might have a man and started to find fault?

—Who would believe it?

But the dwarves were obviously wise, so they kept silent until the topic shifted from Lost's mock threats to Lancelot and Arthur's running jokes to serious topics.

"...Judging from the information Uncle Leo gave me, we may have to stay in Sisdron for at least ten to twelve days." Arthur immediately changed the subject after feeling that he had had enough fun. Fortunately, Those around him could keep up with the speed at which he changed the subject. "Although I still haven't figured out why he is willing to hint to me that my mother wants them to split the team in West Sidhang..."

"Duke Carmeri also experienced the entire second war like my father. He should be because he understood that the queen continued..." Lancelot thought for a while, but in the end his voice weakened due to hesitation .

"Humph."

The elf sitting opposite him sneered suddenly.

"Duke Carmeri is sensible? Why don't you say that oak trees bear apples?"

Lancelot's sky blue eyes blinked.He seemed to want to refute something, but in the end he just lowered his eyes.

"The important thing now is to find out what Queen Igmel's people want to do?" Tismi tapped the soot on the sole of his shoe, interrupting Lost's speech that seemed to be about to continue. "Since it's in West Sidhang, is there any reason why humans here hate elves?"

"Then it's not the teacher and me who need to be careful, but Lost you and Murjia?" Ou Fang suddenly made a sound, which immediately startled the people around.But the young dwarf didn't pay attention to the other people's gaze, and continued talking as if in a daze while tapping the armrest of the seat.

"Judging from your performance along the way, Lost, you are not easy to mess with. Let alone your own methods of manipulating plants along the way, even if Arthur and Lancelot are only close to you, they will not give you priority. : How many years can Queen Igmail remain in power? Offending the human prince now and the first knight in the future will definitely not be what they want."

"But Murjia...except we know that she is, the holder of the magic sword, who else knows what she can do? The teacher taught her that's right, but the only one who really knows what she can do and what she can do should be Lost, you... no, there is Arthur."

Ou Fang's tone is full of affirmation.

"Arthur, you said that you grew up with Lost, Murga, and the princess of the elves, so it's impossible that you haven't kept in touch with the elves from your performance along the way—and just now Even I can think that they will do something to Murjia, but you don't seem to be worried at all—it can only be said that you know that no matter what they do, Murjia will be fine!"

"That's right, and then?" Under Lancelow's surprised and astonished eyes, Arthur folded his hands leisurely.

"Since Muerjia will be fine no matter what, then...you did it on purpose! You also want to take this opportunity to form a team, but not according to Queen Igmel's idea! Before entering the wasteland, you guys What do you want to do?"

"Old Tesmi didn't tell you?" Lost's expression was really no longer smiling.

"Teacher once wanted to tell me." The young dwarf showed some embarrassment on his face, "but this...I want to see for myself first, to see what I can think of...but it seems that Mr. Knight doesn't know anything except me? Then am I... am I..."

"It's nothing." Lancelot smiled wryly. "Arthur won't tell me about this kind of thing. I just need to follow the instructions."

?

Looking at Ou Fang's sincerely puzzled face, Lancelow rubbed his nose and turned his eyes away.However, when he tried to change the subject, Arthur had already spoken.

"Ou Fang, you really think too much, really." The human prince turned his face towards the dwarf with a serious expression.

"what?"

"There is only one reason why these things are not told to Lance: Lance - he can't act at all!"

"what?"

Ou Fang's expression became even more bewildered. It was obvious that the dwarves couldn't understand the relationship between not being able to act and this matter.

"...If I know the truth, let alone keep it from others, I will even stutter." Lancelot sighed, "So all I need is to know what to do. Problem. But this is really not the point, let's change the subject, Ou Fang."

"Okay, um... I said that since the Duke of Carmeri kindly reminded us, it's not unreasonable to ignore it at all, isn't it?" Contrary to Lancelot's expectation, Lost actually took the took his word.The blond-haired elf played with the cane engraved with countless stars in his hand, as if he didn't care about what he said at all. "Lancelot, how about you go...to protect my sister?"

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Looking at his bruised nose and swollen face in the mercury mirror, Lancelot sighed deeply.

——What kind of camouflage was made to prevent others from suspecting that they were plotting actions that would be detrimental to the queen's plan? Lost couldn't do anything without wanting to beat him, so he had to use magic to make his face into this It looks like an eye addiction!

—but there are benefits too.

Lancelot thought to himself.

——At least in this situation, when he faced the Duke of Galmery and the knights in the expedition team who did not belong to Arthur, no one could see that his expression was not right...

knock.

knock knock.

There was a light but still clear knock on the door.

"Who?" It should be those bad friends in the Knights, right?to laugh at something...

"Murjia." The voice outside the door was not any one he had imagined.

"Murjia Aihang. I just heard that Lost..." The door that was half-hidden by Lancelow pushed open, and the girl suddenly appeared in front of the knight with an apologetic and embarrassed expression.

"I have some ready-made ointments here." Murjia walked directly into his room, and put several boxes in his hand on the table. "It's great for reducing swelling."

"Ah? Ah! Thanks a lot, but it's nothing. After all, it was my fault in the first place..."

"Lust's hallucinations are not very detailed." Murjia pursed his lips slightly, showing a faint smile. "It's not that I don't know what you were discussing just now. Arthur and I planned the whole thing from the beginning."

Lancelot touched his nose and fell silent in a little embarrassment.

And Murjia found a chair in the room and sat down.

"But still... Lost always overreacts to my affairs." The elf smiled awkwardly, "So I..."

"Nothing." Lancelot interrupted her. "If I also have a sister, I'm afraid my reaction will be greater than that of Lost? But anyway, there is no one else here, can you help me untie this? I always see myself..."

Murjia raised his left hand slightly, and after a flash of silver light, Lancelot immediately felt a lot of relief on his face.

But next, Murjia opened the box she brought.

"These are some ointments commonly used by elves."

"This is for reducing swelling." Murjia opened the box carved with some flowers and vines, "The others are wound medicine, but they can also be used as a medium for me to use tricks." The elf looked at him with a smile on his lips Deeper. "Just in case someone can't act when they should, huh?"

"Murjia..." Lancelot sighed, "Then these things are actually used by you to cast spells instead of ointments?"

"...of course it's medicine."

"Murjia?"

"It's my mother's prescription, and it's one of the most effective of all apothecaries."

Murja's golden green eyes looked straight at him.Her voice was flat when she spoke, but Lancelot could hear the nostalgia and sadness in her voice.

"Sorry I don't know..."

"It's not because of you," the elf's beautiful eyes drooped, "I just...remembered my mother."

"She is a very good pharmacist. I used to... and hoped to be the pride of Ithion Forest like her. But because of some things... I am now an illusionist, but... this is not bad."

Murjia hurriedly ended the topic, stood up immediately after putting the ointment on, apologized to Lancelot again, and left.