Remembrance of the Goddess of God

The Gray Tower where Falria is located does not have many soldiers stationed, because everyone knows that no one from ancient times to the present—not even Lianna, the omnipotent queen of the elves—can take the King's Naming Stone Move even a tiny bit.

So for the six people who will gather here tonight, this is indeed a quiet and private place.

"But the kid actually put the appointment so high, this is definitely laughing at us dwarves!"

Lancelot had just climbed the last step when he heard a mid-spirited voice complaining.But when he was in a daze, Arthur showed a rare and genuine smile and hurried up.

"No matter how tall you are, can't you be sent up by stones? Master Tismi?"

Tesmee fell silent immediately, continued to mutter a few words before turning away.

The young dwarf who sat next to the old dwarf looked around anxiously.

"Has the elf not come yet?"

"Who knows."

Tesmi spoke unexpectedly.The old dwarf bit his pipe triumphantly, and slapped Falria's bronze base with his free left hand.

"The two from the elves this time are both golden-haired! Who knows when you will see them?"

Blonde hair... Is that the Sarnsong elf born in the desert?Lancelow tried his best to search for information about the desert elves in his memory, and accidentally ignored Arthur's gloating smile for a moment.

— Blonde, good at... jugglers!The desert elves are best at manipulating light spells. The only one who can know their true appearance is probably the dwarf wizard who can communicate with the rocks and soils that don't use eyes to observe everything.

So, maybe the elves have arrived?

"How did Master Tismi know? Back then, I heard that there was a dwarf who was played around by Gratel next to Queen Lianna..." Arthur winked at Oufang cunningly, and successfully made the young man The dwarf looked surprised.

"Master..." Ou Fang honestly turned his head to ask his teacher for confirmation, with a sincere expression, and successfully made the old dwarf bite off the mouth of his pipe.

"You dare to believe that boy Arthur! When will your master do such a stupid thing! The one who was deceived into a circle is obviously his father Udale!" After spitting out the pieces in his mouth, Tesmi sat down He jumped up from the falling stones, and his black eyes like beetles glared angrily at what Lancelow thought was an open space. "You two give me this teacher! Let you idiot brother see if his master will be deceived by the elf's little trick!"

"……Ah……"

In the place where even a hair on the ground was clearly visible under the moonlight, a low laugh floated out.

"Of course Master Tesmee won't be deceived, but Arthur just wants you to call us out, doesn't he?"

The second voice also sounded, and then, under the silver moonlight, two slender figures suddenly appeared in the open space.

"!" Lancelot took a step back abruptly, and walked back to the original standing position with embarrassing faces under the half-smile expressions of Tesmi and Arthur.

The two elves showed no displeasure at his actions, and the taller one even extended his hand to him with a bright smile on his face.

"I'm meeting you for the first time, you are Lancelot, the holder of the Holy Grail of Adolina, right? I am Lost, the son of the first pharmacist of the elves, Lost? Aihang~"

"Murjia, Murjia? Aihang." The elf standing beside Lost also nodded to him, but compared with Lost, her attitude was much colder.After paying tribute to Lancelow, he walked to Tesmi and kicked the ground paved with blue rocks lightly.

A stone popped out from behind her quickly, changing shape like ooze until it took the shape of a bench.Murjia sat down immediately, and Arthur sat beside her very familiarly and began to talk to her.

"...I'm Lancelot Berignon, nice to meet you, Lenz... Lost."

The young knight shook hands with Lost very cautiously, and blushed for his substandard pronunciation.But the obviously young elf didn't care about his impoliteness, and still chatted with him with a bright smile.

"...I heard from Arthur that you don't know how to use the power of the Holy Grail because of the loss of human information about the Holy Grail?"

"...That's right, so I thought..."

"Don't worry~ Arthur told us about your problem a long time ago! I'm here to help - otherwise Adolina can't be used when needed, that would be a terrible thing!" Lost raised his head One finger, "However, you need to expand your understanding of the Seven Sacred Objects—"

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The Seven Sacred Objects, the seven treasures bestowed by the goddess to the four races - the Holy Grail of Adolina, which maintains human reproduction, the "Stone of Naming the King" Falria, the "Sword of Never Gain" Calvin, The Stone of the Dead, Lil Fell, is used by dwarves to multiply, Gabel, the "furnace of soul forging", the magic sword "Avenger" Fangrach, used to maintain the reproduction of elves, and the flame spear Runge, used to maintain the continuation of the goblin race.

"That's right." Lost dragged his voice and expressed his approval of Lancelow's conclusion, but the next moment the elves showed a sly smile, "But you don't know their power other than symbolic meaning?"

"Arthur told me: Falria's power is... to change the terrain of human territory?"

"That's right!" Lost raised his left hand and snapped his fingers, his golden green eyes slightly narrowed, "And the powers of the other six creatures are—"

The things inserted by Caleb Watts will never be destroyed by external forces. Lil Fell can accommodate the souls of all dead strongmen of the three races. With the life of a god, the Holy Grail of Adolina can return any living being who is not yet dead to his theoretically healthiest appearance.

"...Panglaqi Demon Sword is the most special one among the seven sacred objects—we all say that Bulviad is the core of the city of wind in the four major cities created by the goddess, and Panglaqi— —It represents the ubiquitous air!" Lost smiled, and for the first time showed seriousness in his green eyes, "It also represents the City of Wind itself, and the "desire" of the Four Gods of War Beri Kit, the goddess personally The Seven Sacred Trees planted together support the existence of the Wind City itself. Its power is—"

"Where the wind passes, there is nothing breathing."

The elf boy's voice was played very softly abruptly, but Lancelot still heard it.

It was a sound of extreme awe and fear.

The young knight looked puzzled at the elf who had suppressed all his smiles for a moment, but Lost laughed again the next moment, "Of course, this has something to do with the corresponding attributes of the holy object itself - the wind is in the stage of life. Corresponding to death~ Forget it, according to Arthur's request, as long as you know how to use Adalian, that's fine, right?"

Lost suddenly leaned forward and pulled Lancelot's right hand, and the elf immediately withdrew his hand—accompanied by a burst of pain—Lost actually cut his wrist with a thin blade between his fingers!

"Concentrate on the Holy Grail of Adollian!"

Before he had time to get angry, the elf's cold and stern voice rang in his ears as he withdrew all his smiles!The light blue light diffused from the various gestures of Lost's left hand, and then condensed next to the blood rushing out of Lancelow's body, slowly forming—becoming...

"Concentrate! Think of Adolina!"

The light blue light mixed with the blood that was trapped in the air gradually gathered, forming a shape that Lancelot had been very familiar with since he was nine years old.The color also became lighter after the fusion, getting closer and closer to the thin water color...

—This is, Adolina...

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"Lancelot de Berignon, what are you thinking, pig!"

After a while, Lost's exasperated shout made the four people who were talking froze, and they all turned to look at the angry elf and the bewildered knight.

"It's just to let you concentrate on thinking about Adorian, that's all I'm doing, but you still haven't succeeded?! How clean you have been brainwashed by your queen, you actually don't believe you can succeed at all, do you? "The elf's left hand touched Lancelow's wrist with the last light blue light, causing the deep wound to scab instantly.

Arthur suddenly frowned, "Can't you? But if Adriana's power can't be used..." The anger on Lost's face had been suppressed by the master, and what was left was helplessness and caution.

"Berignon, no matter what you think, if you don't believe that you can succeed, even if I am Queen Lianna...not necessarily." The elf boy's eyes lit up suddenly, "Sister, try it How about it?"

"...Miss Ayhorn?"

"Maybe that's a good idea?"

"...Maybe it's true? After all, Murjia is the master of Fangraqi who commands the Seven Sacred Objects..."

"The owner of Pangrachi is Miss Aihang?!" Lancelow suddenly intervened in the conversation between the prince and the others, with a shocked expression, "...isn't it Lost?"

——The person who holds the Lord-devouring Demon Sword Pangrach is... the slender-looking Murja Aihang instead of Lost Aihang?

"Cough... I'm a priest, my sister is an illusionist, and she's also a warrior." Lost smiled and raised his left hand. On the knuckles of the middle finger was a simple hazel ring, which was very inconspicuous. "Don't underestimate my sister, how can I put it, at least she is better than you."

"Loster."

Murjia, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke. After softly stopping Lost's ridicule, the girl stood up from the stone chair and walked to Lancelot's side.

"Let's go to the next floor to practice."

Murja is a very quiet person - at least when compared to her brother Lost.The elf girl went down the stairs first and waited for Lancelot at the corner until Lancelot also came down.Didn't say a word the whole time - behaving exactly the opposite of her brother.

"Berignon, I understand the mistrust of those raised in the One God faith that illusions, tricks, and bard songs hold power, but for Arthur and our plans, Hodor Lian Na's power is a very important link." Murjia hid herself in the shadows while speaking, and Lancelot could only vaguely see the slender and delicate outline of the elf girl. "Because among the seven holy objects, only the Holy Grail of Adolina has the power to heal."

"So I hope you can experience this power that usually only belongs to nature, and learn how to use it."

The elf's golden-green eyes looked at him earnestly as he spoke.

"You can do it, I believe in you."

After Murjia said that she believed in him, she didn't speak any more, but just stretched out her left hand into the void.

A cloud of azure-colored clear light appeared along with the sharp sound of the wind, but after a while, a tiny wind ball appeared on the palm of Murjia's left hand.

"Miss Aihang? This is...!" Lancelot's eyes widened suddenly, looking at the azure wind in the girl's hand—the wind was changing its shape, gradually approaching a sharp sword.Immediately, the girl turned her wrist, and pulled out a bronze sword from the wind!

Zheng——

"This is Panglaqi."

Murjia's voice was melodious but indifferent, mixed with the sound of the bronze dagger in her hand, it made Lancelot stunned for a while.

Hearing that voice, he seemed to see the stream that was thawing under the moonlight for a moment...

"As long as we are recognized by the holy object, from a certain point of view our will is connected with the will of the holy object." Murjia lightly twirled her wrist in the air, and lifted the scarred but still beautiful bronze in her hand. The sword was tucked into the sleeve. "And when we call on them, they also respond to our request and appear beside us - this is the innate relationship between the seven holy objects and the holders of the holy objects, our life and will become their power, And they respond to our wishes at our request."

This is deeper than the race where the holy object chooses the holder to continue to protect the holder, and the connection between the two is in the soul.

"Panglaqi leads the rest of the holy objects. I now order him to summon the Holy Grail of Adolina through you. Please experience and remember this power with your heart, Berignon."

Murjia didn't seem to care about Lancelot's reaction. The elf girl raised her left arm again, and the azure light reflected her delicate and beautiful side face, as if she had a kind of... magic...

"...Adol...Casielnia, TilagineahlaKa..." The elf whispered the ancient language passed down from generation to generation in their clan, and a mysterious force field that Lancelot couldn't tell what it was was coiled around the two of them.It was a strange feeling that seemed cold and hot, and there was only one word to describe it in all human languages——"magic"!

Lancelot suddenly raised his hand in astonishment, and looked around in confusion.

——Something gushed out of his heart, and it was rushing to an unknown place!

Unlike when Lost used his blood to help him summon the Holy Grail of Adolina, when Murja called the Holy Grail, there were no many effects (such as strong light, sound, changes, etc.) that humans usually think that magic must accompany, But he really felt—something far beyond his knowledge had appeared.

Flowed from within him and took form without.

"... Dulothrayoqurqringtu..."

Murjia's voice whispered in Lancelot's ears, and the air around him was filled with moisture, and there was a faint water-colored light!

The light became stronger and stronger, and finally Lancelot was forced to close his eyes by the strong light.

"...Mouthijadidithura Huthlia..."

Murjia's voice was more anxious, as if urging something.At the same time, Lancelow vaguely felt that something he was very familiar with was gradually approaching...

"...Adolliamnia!"

The bright light suddenly faded, and Lancelot opened his eyes.

A goblet made of sterling silver, inlaid with many finely divided blue purple crystals and carved with countless runes appeared in front of his eyes.

And the faint smile on Murjia Qingli's face.

"...Is that how you called Adolina?" The human knight with soft blond hair and sky blue eyes looked at Murja with some embarrassment and confusion, "'Magic'? I think, no, I think I can do it Feeling what kind of power this is, but... can I really use it? I mean me..."

"No training is required." Muerjia interrupted the knight, "You are the one chosen by the Holy Grail of Adolina, and there is an inexhaustible spring in your soul that can heal all injuries, as long as you know If you know the way, you can summon it and use it, no need for useless actions."

Lancelot blinked in embarrassment, and turned his face slightly—maybe the words she just said were embarrassing among humans.But the knight turned his face back quickly, and nodded to her seriously.

"Thanks, I guess I should..."

"must."

"what?"

"You can definitely do it." Mu Erjia looked at Lancelow and slightly emphasized his tone.

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"...I said Arthur, you'd better think again, after all...successful...successful?!"

When the first ray of sunlight fell on the gray tower where Falria was located in the early morning, the elf who jumped down the stairs while talking to the human prince was stunned and staggered to the ground.

"Sister, you actually taught that wooden head?!"

Lost's eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked at the water-colored shimmering light in the hands of the human knight.

In the soft brilliance, a plain and exquisite wine glass looms.