Remembrance of the Goddess of God

The past few days of rest in Sisdhang were very quiet.It was so quiet that people were even confused as to whether the threat from the human queen that Duke Carmeri said was real.

Probably because of this, there is a guy who obviously knows that he will be the first to be unlucky, so he runs around... It's almost night!

Lancelot stopped walking towards a forest on the outskirts of West Side, and sighed with a wry smile.

——I really don't know if she doesn't care at all or deliberately shows her flaws to attract people to come to her, but this style of behavior... It really makes me feel very embarrassed when I feel that I should protect her.But... If it was intentional to cause an incident to split the team according to his own wishes, maybe Murjia's current behavior is correct?

With Arthur as his backer, and himself as the holder of a sacred object that was "prohibited by the goddess's law from participating in political affairs", Lancelot never thought that one day he would be in a time when it was obviously not a military class or a battle with his father. Use your brain.

Originally, the life he had planned was to go smoothly and step by step. Anyway, even if Queen Igmael hated the Berignon family, she would not be able to do anything to an honest holder of the Holy Grail of Adolina. The embarrassment of the grid.

But now...

Lancelot sighed again and raised his voice.

"Murjia——!"

"Murjia——!"

……

After a few shouts, the originally calm and normal forest suddenly had a wave of fluctuations against the wind direction from inside, and it was obvious that even the solid tree trunks were shaking.Immediately after counting to ten, a barely obvious and flat path in the woods appeared in front of Lancelot.

Just like the magic that Lost used to rest every night on the road, but this time...it's even more grand, and it's even more...unbelievable.

——This should be a spell that can only be used by the branch of the elves who sacrificed it...

Thinking secretly in his heart, the young knight embarked on the path that should lead him to the elf.

Murja was in the very center of the woods.The elf was sitting under an old tree that had obviously aged, holding a container made of rolled leaves, and carefully putting it next to a wound on the bark that should have been cut ten times.

"Murjia?" Lancelow called out, and the blond elf turned his head towards him following the voice, but he just nodded his head as a gesture and then turned his head back immediately.

The elf's golden-green eyes seemed to be darker than the impression, and he was staring intently at the wound on the old tree that seemed to be bleeding out.Lancelot leaned over with light steps, but under the cover of Murjia's body, he could only vaguely see what seemed to be a pale yellow liquid.

"What is this? Is it also an ingredient in the ointment you want to make?"

"No." Mu Erjia still focused on the rolled up leaves as a container, and finally removed the leaves after the wound on the bark could not flow out. "Lancelot, take it for me."

Stuffing the blade directly into Lancelot's hand, the elf raised his left hand and slashed at his right wrist!

"Murjia?!"

Murjia completely ignored Lancelot's screams.The girl's left hand was stained with some bright blue blood unique to elves, and some strange symbols were painted around the bark wound.

And after Murjia finally finished, connecting the first symbol with the last one with ∞, a light silver light lit up.Under the silver light, the wound on the bark disappeared silently.

At about the same time, Lancelot held Murjia's right hand tightly, and a layer of light green ointment was carefully applied to the wound.

"...Even if you want...to treat this tree, can't you use other methods? Do you have to use this method of harming your body?" Sky Blue's eyes, like the clear sky in the afternoon, looked at her fixedly, Murjia even feel like i can...

—Is it an illusion?She saw a person who usually only had a relationship with her teaching and being taught for a few days was caring about her?

In the eyes of the young knight, one could see the real dissatisfaction, anger and worry from the heart.

That was something Murjia never expected to see in the eyes of anyone other than Lost, Xiyanon, Miltin and Queen Lianna.

The elf looked at Lancelot silently until the young knight turned his eyes away from embarrassment and shyness.

"...It doesn't matter, what I opened is a small artery, and it's worth it."

"Worth it?" Lancelot twitched.Murjia has already reached out and took back the leaves that were rolled into a cup and filled with honey-colored liquid.

"It's maple honey."

"Huh?" Isn't honey supposed to be wild bees...

Mu Erjia looked at the honey juice in his hand, slightly raised his lips and smiled, "Using the secret method of the green elves, you can directly ask the maple tree for honey."

"I said even then..."

"After Ithion Forest was destroyed by fire, I haven't drank maple honey for almost 12 years - there are only apple trees on Avalon Island." Muerjia stared at the golden honey in the leaves and raised his head slightly. He took a sip from the edge of the leaf with his hand.

Lancelot was silent for a moment.The knight's sky-blue eyes looked at the elf uneasily, his lips moved up and down a few times but he didn't know what to say.

It turns out that not only Zoe, but even the tough and proud elves like Murja...is he also a survivor of Isien?

"You don't need to show such an expression." The elf's golden-green eyes raised, and he glanced at Lancelot lightly, "Everything has already passed, and it is meaningless to think about it now."

"But……"

but……

"This is our human fault... not only a mistake, but we have always..."

"The elf king Laden also washed the blood of Sisdron out of jealousy, but the real mistakes will not be the creatures who have not done anything." Murjia calmly cut off Lancelot's sentence, and handed him the leaf in his hand . "Taste it, the honey of this maple tree is sweet—"

When Lancelot was in a daze and didn't take the leaf, Murjia directly brought the leaf to his mouth - using the place where her lips had just been!

A mouthful of molasses was directly poured down the young knight's throat, and the unexpectedly fresh and slightly caramel-flavored liquid slid down the tip of his tongue. I don't know if it was an illusion, but it also seemed to have the faint mint flavor on the elves...

"Cough! Cough cough cough cough cough!!!"

And the consequence of being so dazed that he forgot to swallow it was that Lancelot was choked to death by the honey juice extracted from the spell.

"Give."

Murjia kindly handed Lancelot a leaf with some water, and the elf leaned towards him slightly, with no expression on his face, but seemed concerned.

"No...cough! It's okay...thanks..."

Lancelot coughed so badly that he could hardly straighten up, and he didn't know why.But now the young knight could clearly feel that his face was heating up rapidly, to the point where even the elves on the side might be able to see the clues.

But Murjia didn't seem to respond, and he didn't speak again until Lancelow finally calmed down.

"……Feel sorry."

The elf lowered his head slightly to look at the ground.

"I didn't think you didn't react..."

"It's not your fault, it's me... this..." Lancelow touched his nose in embarrassment, trying to change the subject. "It's a sweet honey, though—but isn't it rare in Boris Yonder?"

"The trees in Boris Youngde grow according to the arrangement of the goddess. There may be a few maple trees and maple trees in other places, but only Ithion is the real maple forest."

Murjia was very cooperative with Lancelow's behavior of changing the topic. Soon, the topic of the two people changed from the source and origin of honey to different geography, but finally changed back to——

"Murjia, let me tell you that I know what your plans are, but you really have to be careful—you are a woman after all! To be honest, I don't look down on you or look down on you, but no matter how you plan to cooperate with the emperor ...The actions of Queen Igmel's men, whatever they can do, will be a kind of harm to you-what can they do to an elf girl? And this is Sisdron!"

The young knight looked at her sincerely and anxiously, his sky-blue eyes gradually filled with worry and helplessness.

"I follow Arthur to stay in his fief for half a year every year, and I know how the people here view the elves and how they treat you—even the elf merchants and thugs from the Harford tribe dare not come to Sisid Hang! If the emperor... Empress Igmel's subordinates united with the locals... I said no matter what, you should accept the entourage Arthur sent you - no matter how you say it is a kind of protection - you alone Are you running around in Sisdah because they are afraid they won't dare to kill you?"

That's a genuine concern.

Not for any reason, just out of concern.

Mu Erjia was slightly startled, and slowly lowered his eyes that were originally looking at Lancelot.

"...I just don't want to expose..."

Almost instinctively, Mu Erjia violated the illusionist principle of keeping silent if he doesn't tell the truth, and casually found a plausible reason.

"Hey... the Duke of Carmeri almost told Arthur that he was going to attack you. Isn't it strange that you have no protection around you at this time?" Lancelot heaved a sigh of relief, and then laughed, "But I said , you have the idea of ​​luring them to do it, right? Why didn't you even think of this?"

"...I'm more surprised that you would think of it."

"... How does Arthur describe me! I'm not a fool! It's just that I need to think about many things if others think about them!"

Lancelot, who finally relaxed, immediately shouted with a smile regardless of his image, but Murjia had already concentrated on drinking the honey juice, ignoring human voices.After Lancelot laughed twice, he stopped laughing, and slowly slid to the ground leaning on the trunk of the maple tree.

What the future first knight of mankind is looking at is the clear sky at this time, like the streamer of a swirling aquamarine.

No matter when, the sky is always the same.It's always blue, sometimes darker and sometimes lighter because of the distance between the sun and it, as the elves say, but it never disappears one day or changes itself to red or some other color.It always does.

But the life living under this sky is always changing... Although Lancelow is always reluctant to think about it.

Just like the kind and beautiful Queen Igmail deprived her father of his fiefdoms and subjects because of his reluctance to attack the elves in memory, the soft-hearted Duke Carmeri actually burned his wife to death with his own hands. The aristocrat who changed his attitude as his identity changed, Arthur who learned hypocrisy and calculation over time, and now himself who began to speculate on other people's thoughts at any time... That is something that makes my heart bitter every time I see or think about it.

Probably just like what my father said?The Belignon family is only suitable for living in the Mejerta Valley and the battlefield. If they leave these two places, they will become less adapted to survival than the Jade Iris in the valley-is this really a tragedy?

Lancelot pursed the corners of his lips bitterly, but in the next moment he tasted a little sweetness - it was the taste of honey from the maple tree.

Very light sweetness, but it lingers on the tongue for a long time.

The honey used for seasoning is much more expensive than brown sugar, because in the past, his mother would not use this kind of thing for cooking at home.

So this is the first time the young knight has tasted such a peaceful and long-lasting sweetness.

It's an incredible taste that can calm down a troubled mood.

The thin leaf fell to the corner of Lancelot's lips again, and the young man looked at the elf with a little surprise.What I saw was Mu Erjia's beautiful face that seemed to soften a little under the orange-red light of the setting sun.

Meeting Lancelot's gaze, Murjia showed a shallow smile.

"This is the last bit, do you want to try again?"

Murjia didn't ask why the knight suddenly showed such a bitter expression, she just looked indifferently at the distance covered by the trees, and seemed to say something unintentionally.

"Mr. Gewen Dior once told me that something with a sweet taste will make you feel better."

Lancelot didn't answer.

The knight drank the last sip of honey with the elf's hand, and the rich and caramel-like sweetness immediately lingered.

The human boy sat up and looked gratefully at the elf girl who was not looking in his direction.He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped at that moment...

The setting sun seemed to be finally setting, and the last bit of thick and lingering dark orange light fell through countless leaves and landed on Murjia's side face.The rays of the setting sun wantonly daubed bright colors on the girl's face, outlining her outline as clear and beautiful as a white rose...

Lancelot felt his heart skip a beat at that moment.

"Lancelot?"

The elf, who was waiting for Lancelot to speak but never heard the voice, turned her head in bewilderment. She was only mediocre among elves, and her appearance was far from being comparable to that of Queen Igmel among humans. In fact, I feel that I have been confused by all my mind——

"Goddess..." Could it be that elves are all such demonic beings...

"Lancelot? We should go back to the castle!"

Woke up by Murjia's amplified voice at last, Lancelow stood up in a panic.Under the concerned and confused questioning of the elf, the young knight just silently lowered his eyes.