Remembrance of the Goddess of God

Joe hid himself among the stones by the side of the road, and watched in amazement as the horses galloped by on the road.

Dwarf horses were adorned with brilliant cloud-like cloth and gold chains, and dwarves in armor shining like the sun sat on the horses, guarding a carriage of six horses behind.

The horses were driven by the dwarves, and they ran as if the wind had to catch up with them.In the sun, Joe could see the sweat dripping off the horses.

It's a dwarf!

It wasn't the dwarves selling farm tools that I occasionally saw in the market, but the dwarves who lived under the rocky mountains that the merchants said were rich enough to buy several lords with large territories, for sure!

Joe desperately opened his eyes wide, his small face was already full of shock and obsession brought by the glory of the cavalry.

So... so, so beautiful!

In the kingdom of heaven that the priests said, can there be such a beautiful carriage?

The dwarf's horse team galloped past like a gust of wind before the child's eyes. After the road became calm again, Joe jumped onto the business road in surprise.

"……this is……?"

A red translucent stone lay in the dust, its finely cut surface reflecting bright light.

"Joe?" The young and sweet voice woke up the boy, and Joe quickly picked up the stone before looking up at the girl who was walking over.

The little girl has golden sun-like hair and sky-blue eyes.Although the clothes are a little worn out, they are still beautiful like a princess in Joe's eyes.The boy chuckled and put the stone into his pocket.

"Mary, how about we go a little further down the road?"

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Humans have always had a desire to be in control.Gwendio, the high priest of the elves once said so.Whether it's the overemphasis on the King's Stone, the rise of the One True God sect, or the theft of the dwarven holy sword that arguably brought about the darkest period of the 300-year period between the two great wars.

Since elves and dwarves are not human, there must be a way to control them.

Since both elves and dwarves are stronger than humans, humans must have something that can overcome both races.

The rise of the One True God sect, which preaches that human beings are the only children favored by God, is also based on this mentality of human beings... Of course, there is also the image of Goddess Toddana, who is created and left alone, which is far worse than telling people to suffer in this life The reason why the Heavenly Father, who can go to the blissful and perfect heaven after death, is great...

Arthur changed his foot to support his body's center of gravity, and continued to count the devil heads decorated in the chapel boredly.

The source of these decorations is definitely the inspiration that the sculptors found from the goblins, especially the two horns on the top of the head.

——Well, but the inspiration for the demeanor should come from those priests who are either greedy or cruel.

"...all sins can be attributed to the seven original sins, just as a tree has seven main branches, and from each main branch grows countless branches. Just as contempt and indifference are attributed to arrogance, longing..." Whatever At that time, the preaching of the priests was all these things.

But the woman who bowed her head and listened before the priest was not bored at all.She bowed her head reverently and folded her hands over her heart.A few strands of unfixed hair slipped out of the bun, shining a charming light golden color in the sun.

The sunlight fell from the high window, outlining her delicate and virginal silhouette as Wen Lai sculpted.

Arthur looked at her quietly for a while, and the swaying figure finally stood up straight after turning away his eyes.There is also a faint and elegant smile on his face, no matter how you look at it, he is a very standard nobleman.

The priest's last words swirled in the air and ended, proving that the day had officially begun.The thin and stern old man closed a yellowed scripture book in his hand, and retreated to the room behind the main hall.The praying woman remained silent for a while, then put down her hands, and stood up slowly and gracefully.She turned her head slightly to look at Arthur standing in the shadows, showing a noble smile.

"Arthur."

"Good morning, mother." Arthur nodded, and walked over to hold Igmel's arm in an intimate gesture. "Merlin has sent a message. The elves will probably reach Lot tomorrow; the dwarves will be faster, and they may welcome old Baldwin into the city tonight. They have prepared everything according to the past practice. Mother, you still have Anything in particular to do?"

Igmail pondered for a moment, a shadow clearly crossed his beautiful face.

"I see, Arthur."

There was an embarrassing silence between the mother and the child, only the sound of footsteps heading to the restaurant.Arthur maintained a stiff smile, and helped the human queen walk forward slowly.

Arthur blinked, and secretly looked at his mother who was already much shorter than him.

Human queen Igmael, his mother.One of the two most beautiful women in the world.His father, Ssangyong Udaier, is the wife of human Dharma.

The mother, who is almost forty now, has taken good care of herself, and she still looks like she is in her 30s or [-]s.The deep dark blue eyes are still clear, the blond hair is not gray, and the footsteps are still light.Although it doesn't have the magic and youth unique to Queen Lianna, it has a plump and charming charm like a ripe fruit.At this moment, there was a hint of a smile on the lips of the beautiful queen, it seemed to be etiquette, and it seemed... a bit deeper than etiquette, full of pride and ridicule.

Arthur loosened his mother's hand unconsciously, and tightened it imperceptibly.

The current chapel of the palace occupies the prison tower where Belennon was in power, and it is quite far away from the rest of the palace.

So when the two of them walked to the clock tower of the restaurant, the bell had already struck two o'clock, and when they walked into the hall, the food in the silver tableware had lost even the slightest heat.

But it should be very much in line with Queen Igmel's wishes.

Igmail nodded slightly, showing a satisfied expression.Arthur silently pulled out the chair for his mother, watched her sit down before taking the seat on her left.

The attendants have all been withdrawn according to the habit of these years, and only the two of them are left in the empty hall.

During the meal, both of them were silent, and even there was only the sound of tableware colliding with each other in the hall.

Be not distracted at mealtime, which your Father has given you to sustain.

He disdained the doctrine, but Mother didn't think so after all.So...he was silent, and tried to speed up the meal.

After all, this breakfast is so simple that it doesn't look like a royal, but like a penance.

The bread was as hard as a rock, and the porridge was cold, a breakfast that perfectly conformed to the so-called doctrine.

It's a pity that it doesn't meet the needs of normal people's stomach.

Among other things, those few cold and greasy sausages are disgusting.

So he put down the tableware in his hand early.

Igmail still ate slowly and gracefully, every movement was the most perfect interpretation of the nobility.

His mother has always been like this... indifferent and elegant, as if she has always been a beautiful sculpture.Except for the beauty that can be said to be comparable to only one person in the world, when he saw this biological mother, he almost felt that he saw a model of a believer who came out of the scriptures.

...and when it comes to elves.

Hate would burn like wildfire in her eyes then, making her seem alive.

"Arthur."

Igmail put down the knife and fork and washed his hands.Gracefully raised her eyes to look at her son who was in a daze.

"...Mother?" Arthur exhaled, and looked at his mother with docile eyes, "You..."

"What happened to the watchman?"

"From what the goddess said, it's probably the person who watched and corrected the progress of this world instead of her?" Arthur lowered his head, his bangs covering his eyes. "The only thing that can be said to me alone is 'listen to the voice of the world for me'."

"So……"

"I really don't understand what the goddess wants to convey."

Igmail raised his lips slightly, and turned his gaze to his son's right hand which was still on the table.

Arthur was wearing a red gold ring on the middle finger of his right hand. It looked simple, but it was a perfect circle that she had never seen before.What is the so-called oldest contract pattern of the elves.

It's not the same as Lancelot who completed the inheritance in front of her eyes.

Lancelot's contract is a ring that looks like a black crystal with a purple light.

——The difference here...is it because of the difference in the contract?And what about the goddess, does it mean...

"Mother?"

The eyes as dark as the night sky stared at the restless Arthur, with a rare smile on his face.

"Nothing, Arthur."

Igmail stood up with an absolutely dignified and elegant posture, and his face was once again indifferent.

"Come with me to the council hall, it's time for Flarr to hand over today's government affairs."

"Yes, mother."

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It is already the beginning of autumn, and occasionally you can see farmland with slightly yellowed wheat ears on both sides of the road.

The last time she left the Eriand forest, the road was still full of weeds or shrubs.

Lianna stared at the scenery on the side of the road that had been modified by humans to be completely different from her memory, with a very focused look.

"Humans always change the world in their memory so that you don't recognize it at all?"

"Because our life is too short. So we always want to leave some traces of ourselves in the eternal existence."

"I can be said to be the luckiest human being, right? I left my mark on the only eternal beautiful existence."

"The most powerful spells of human beings are not mastered by those astrologers... It's just a sentence."

"What is that sentence you ask?"

"It's just that I love you... I love you, Lianna."

"Not because you're the Queen of the Elves, but because I love you."

……

"Ah... what are you feeling? Your Royal Highness the Empress?"

The beautiful elf turned sharply and glared at the pale-haired old man with displeasure.

"Mildin, I don't recall ever allowing you to talk freely to me."

There was still a smile on the corner of Miltin's mouth, a phoenix stood on his shoulder, gracefully combing the long golden-red flame-like feathers.The old man raised his hand and carelessly smoothed Fenghuang's feathers.

"Ah... I'm just a little curious. Her Royal Highness, Queen Lianna. Curious about what you are thinking."

Mildin's golden-green eyes, which clearly belonged to elves, looked at her with a half-smile, but there was a strange malice that elf blood could not possess. "Very curious—what is the 'former god of war' who has been almost abandoned by the goddess thinking?"

Lianna's eyes that always had a soft smile turned cold, "That doesn't need to be cared by a person cursed by Goddess Toddana."

"Perhaps..." Mildin finally chuckled, "but now we should discuss the missing spear?"

"Do you need to discuss it? Someone from the three clans must have betrayed." Lianna turned her back to the smiling prophet, "The Lord of Darkness died from the sacred object, even if Luenger is nothing more than...he cannot be in the room without assistance." To return to the state of being able to force the spear to abandon its holder within ten years—there must be a crack in the soul of someone who can affect the overall situation, providing him with energy and help."

"That's right!" Miltin's smile deepened, "Just who is that person?"

There was a moment of silence.

Lianna turned around and looked at him again, with a smile as beautiful as a rose blooming on her face.

"Miltin, who is called Merlin by human beings, are you suspicious of me? Are your eyes that can only see the thread of fate just a display?"

"Well, who knows?" Miltin laughed even more wantonly, "Badwin and Arthur are also guessing—it's really interesting to watch you keep suspicious..."

"Then keep reading." Lianna's eyes were cold, "You can stay silent."

Miltin put away his smile and waved his hands indifferently. "Okay, Queen Rose, we..."

"...Queen, Miltin."

The two turned their heads quickly, and Miltin suddenly laughed again after seeing who was speaking.

"Oh - it turned out to be little Murjia, remember to speak out sooner - what's the matter?"

After leaving the forest, Murja, who had already turned her hair into golden color by a juggler's trick, took a step back and bowed her head respectfully to Lianna.

"Queen, Tyr asked me to tell that the wild horses have finished their rest and can go back on the road at any time."

Lianna's smile softened, she raised her hand, and stroked Murjia's hair affectionately. "If you are tired, it's okay to take a rest for a while."

"Queen, you have sent a message to Miltin saying that you will arrive before noon tomorrow. Don't go on the road immediately..."

Lianna nodded helplessly, withdrew her hand, and walked towards the woods where the elves were resting.

Miltin raised his eyebrows slowly, looking at the girl who was still bowing her head.

"Little Murjia~"

"Mirdin, what?" Murjia finally looked up at him, his indifferent green eyes still showing respect for the teacher.

"Did you hear what I said to your dear adoptive mother?"

"Yes, Mr. Miltin."

Miltin looked at the respectful girl, with a smile in his eyes. "So... what do you think?"

"Except for the owner of the human 'King's Naming Stone', all holders of sacred objects are not allowed to participate in any affairs related to the three races." Murjia raised her left hand, and immediately a whirlwind tried to gather shape between her fingers, "So I have no opinion, Miltin."

"A sword shouldn't have thoughts, as long as it is obedient to the user?"

The old man finally laughed out loud, "Heh...Little Murjia, you still insist on this rule that no one has known for a long time?"

"Miltin..." The golden-green eyes instantly turned cold, and the bronze short sword took shape immediately, and it was directly placed on the old man's neck!

"...Forget it, I'm being stupid to tell you this~" Miltin shrugged and started walking towards Lianna.

"As long as you don't regret it...one of my two youngest kin."

Mu Erjia still stood where he was, with an indifferent expression, but there was already visible confusion in his eyes.

"Sister?" A blond-haired boy emerged from the woods with a concerned look. "What's the matter? We're about to leave, why don't you come over?"

The girl immediately turned her head to look at him, and shook her head slightly. "Lost, it's nothing, I'm thinking about the question Miltin asked me."

"...Sister, you can think on Raisa's back! Even Miltin is here! Tomorrow we have to get there before the sun reaches its mid-heaven!"

Murjia didn't say anything, just followed Lost into the woods where horses neighed constantly.

The farmland next to the road is still swaying under the light of the setting sun, and the soft sound of wheat buried the voices of other lives.

More than a dozen handsome wild horses jumped onto the avenue, and took the riders on their backs away like the wind.

The author has something to say:...Those who have read the original novel should remember the pharmacist Broad Weiss and the Duke of Galmery in "Night of the Elves"... Well, the heroine is their two children.

Well, Igmail’s personality has changed: a woman’s husband married her for the throne, but his heart was kidnapped by elves, the country was gone, and his son was given to elves by her husband to raise her, and she always thought elves were evil Andsoon—actually, I think it’s strange that it doesn’t change, not to mention that he is also a ruthless person who can murder his ex-husband.

Well, I made up some of Lianna's memories.