Remembrance of the Goddess of God

Lancelow was leaning on a tree outside the campsite, with his hands raised slightly, as if he was holding something.In the hand of the young knight, a watery light that was almost the same color as the air was slightly rippling, and the phantom of the slender and beautiful goblet swayed in the light, and was dyed a bright crimson color by the setting sun.

"From this angle, Adrian's Holy Grail is unexpectedly beautiful."

A simple exclamation came into Lancelot's ears, and then the owner of the voice also sat over.

The visitor had long, brilliant golden curly hair like a girl, and was wearing a long robe that was not suitable for traveling.He was the boy named Lost among the only two elves in the team.

"However, Adoriana is the one with the most gorgeous decoration among the seven holy relics, so it's not surprising, don't you think?"

Lancelot turned his head to look at the elf sitting beside him, withdrew the light hovering in his hand, and shook his head.

"I haven't seen any holy relics other than Fallia and Adolina, so it's hard to compare."

"That's it..." Lost dragged his voice lazily, raised his left hand and tapped lightly on the tree trunk behind him.

A poplar plant that should try its best to grow its branches and leaves dropped all its branches after a few knocks from the elf, and even the trees around the two of them stretched out their branches and leaves to cover the elf priest.Lancelot sighed and turned away.And from behind the branches and leaves of the trees came Lost's rare voice without a smile.

"...I said...Be... Lancelot, are you going back to camp?"

"Yes."

"Please tell my sister - I'm resting here today, just call me before leaving tomorrow."

Lancelot frowned slightly, but didn't speak any more, just walked into the camp.

——Now the status of elves in the team...is very delicate.

Many people in the dwarf team seem to recognize Murga and Lost. They treat elves with great respect and kindness, just like treating a wise man's apprentice; but on the human side...

It's pure disregard and hostility.

The people under Arthur were better, but the large army led by the Duke of Galmery perfectly inherited the Duke's sister's hatred and hatred for the elves, which made the life of the elves in the expedition team not very easy - after all, here It still belongs to the human realm.

The reactions of Murjia and Lost are also very strange: the elves usually ignore Arthur and other humans, and the magic of the elves perfectly solves all problems for them, except for one thing.

Duke Carmel.

Duke Carmeri is Queen Igmel's biological brother. In the tragedy of Isian that year... he was the executor of all the tragedies—he was the general who commanded the humans to attack the Isian Forest at that time.Perhaps because of this, Murjia and Lost never looked better when they were in the expedition team.

The elves simply ignore humans, but for some reason, the Duke of Galmery went to see the elves every day instead, and he didn't know what he was trying to do...

"May I ask what exactly you want to say, Duke Carmeri."

Murjia's voice actually sounded in the bushes that Lancelow had just passed by.

The elf with golden hair as bright as the sun had a cold face, and the color of a pair of golden-green eyes was constantly changing in the sunlight, gradually thinning into almost transparent gold.

Opposite her, a man with blond hair and blue eyes like Queen Igmel stood straight, the expression on his face was not so much deliberately difficult and proud as it was entangled and sad—it was so obvious and sincere that even A dull guy like Lancelot could see and be infected by it.

But the elf was visibly unmoved.

"Duke Carmeri, what exactly do you want to say?" Murjia repeated the question in a flat tone, but Duke Carmeri still did not answer.

It's just that the trace of sadness on the man's face is deeper.

The elf girl slightly raised her slender eyebrows, turned around and started to leave without hesitation——but at that moment, Duke Carmeli immediately grabbed Murjia's arm!

"Duke Carmeri!"

Murjia's flat voice was finally filled with anger, the girl's free hand suddenly turned over, and a short dagger that was obviously flowing with the blue light after poisoning was firmly in line with the exposed skin of the man's neck .

"Please be respectful, Duke Galmery—not all elves are like the pharmacist Broad Weiss, who has been recognized for a lifetime by a human man's hands and feet and a few sweet words."

Murjia's eyes were extremely sharp, but his voice calmed down.Contrary to her, Duke Carmeri's expression suddenly changed a few times, and finally the man staggered a few steps as if he couldn't even stand still, and then let go of Murjia's hand.

"Duke Carmel, do you have anything else to do?" Murjia slowly raised the corners of his lips, revealing an extremely false and beautiful smile. "If it's okay, I think I'll...retire first?"

Duke Carmeri pursed his lips with difficulty, and then nodded.

"Yes, I understand, it's time for dinner too..."

The man's handsome face showed a more painful and pale expression than before, but the elf girl turned around and left as if she had never seen it before.

Murjia's footsteps were exceptionally light, as if he had escaped from a huge trouble in an instant.But the girl's delicate facial features were still shrouded in shadows, until she walked out of the bushes and saw the human boy who was stunned on the road.

"Lancelot?"

Murjia's golden green and transparent eyes, like sunlight falling on the leaves of grass, looked at him steadily, still as clear as when they first saw him.

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"...Duke Carmeri once had a wife."

On the way back to the camp, Murjia suddenly spoke after the two were silent for a long time.

"what?"

"Lancelot, I think... you need an explanation after seeing the actions of Duke Carmel just now." Murjia turned his head to look at him with clear and serious eyes.

"Ah! I said... no, I..." Lancelow repeated a few words stumbling, and finally sighed in frustration, "Well, I really don't understand what's going on between the Duke and you— —I really don't understand."

"He thought I was his child." Murjia didn't answer Lancelot directly.

"The Duke of Galmery once had an elf wife, a pharmacist Brod Weiss who was born in the Ithian Forest and was a good friend of Queen Lianna—it was also at that time—I mean the Second War and before, the entire elf empire The first doctor of Boris Youngde." The girl's voice was flat, but the content contained in it made Lancelot's eyes widen immediately!

"They maintained...the relationship of husband and wife for about five years. When the goblins attacked the three clans for the first time, Broadweiss rescued the seriously injured Duke Galmery, and then agreed to the man's pursuit , married him. They... were happy until... Queen Igmael came to power and ordered the humans to be enemies of the elves."

Muerjia sighed softly.

"Using his experience of living there, he led humans to completely burn down the maple and maple forests, killed almost all the creatures of Isien and took away his wife and his two children— Zoe and Cornelius. In order to show his powerful sister that he hated... the elves who 'confuse' him, he burned Broad Weiss to death in the square of Galatea, the capital of his territory And even though Queen Lianna sent Mildin, it was only in time to save the two children——Zoe broke out with an almost terrifying illusionist talent at that time, overdrawn her vitality and summoned the ice and snow goblin to save her and her brother."

— Zoe?

——Overdrawing vitality? !

Lancelot could hardly think for a moment, the beautiful phantom of the silver-haired girl smiling flashed in the young knight's mind, but it made him feel his heart constricted at that moment.

"Brod Weiss is an elf of the Aihang tribe but has golden hair. Duke Galmery must think that Lost and I are his children."

Murjia's voice was calm, but Lancelot saw the anger in the girl's eyes. "I don't understand what he is thinking, maybe he regrets it? Want to get the child back? What do you humans call 'family love'?"

"Murjia, this is not a strange thing...I said that he is also a father..."

"That's a father who tied his wife and child to the fire with his own hands!" Murjia interrupted Lancelot suddenly, his golden-green eyes shone sharply, "Maybe you humans will forgive you for this kind of thing, But the elf will never! Life may come from others, but only we can decide whether to give it up-since he wants to take the life of the child, then we are clean!"

Murjia... Lancelot sighed silently in his heart, but he still didn't know what to say in the end.

Perhaps the Duke of Carmeri really regretted what he did in the past now, and really wanted to find his children back.However, how are his children feeling now?Zoe she...

The phantom of the silver-haired girl who spent the morning with the young knight by the lake seemed to appear in front of Lancelot again, but that beautiful face was no longer a smile, but was full of anger just like Murjia at this moment and more complicated...

"Lan, Berignon, do you know where Leinster is?" The elf girl had already stopped at a high ground on the edge of the camp.She narrowed her eyes slightly and scanned the camp, but she didn't see the figure she was looking for.

"Ah!" The human knight suddenly widened his sky-blue eyes, "I almost forgot about this...Murjia, Lost asked me to tell you that he slept outside the camp tonight, call him before leaving tomorrow."

"That's it...thank you, Berignon." Murjia nodded his thanks slightly, and then walked directly to the camp.

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"... That's it. I said, isn't she worried that something will happen to Lost sleeping alone on the outskirts of the camp?"

Lancelot still frowned tightly, staring worriedly at his lord and friend.Arthur laughed loosely, as if he didn't care about Lancelow's worries at all.

"Don't worry about Lance, Lost is the only disciple of High Priest Gwendio, who is qualified to wear a hazel ring! All plants and animals will protect him-for him, sleeping in trees is comparable to sleeping in our It’s much safer and more satisfying among these humans!”

The brown-haired human prince took a sip of ale from a huge cup, laughed loudly with the people next to him, and then said another word to his friend, and then joined the human celebration at night.

Amidst the blazing bonfire and the loud singing of humans and a few dwarves, Lancelow frowned, turned and left.

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The noise of humans at night can almost break the ears of grizzly bears, not to mention the elf warriors who are particularly sensitive to sound.Murjia was lying on her side in the tent that the dwarves set aside for her alone, but she couldn't fall asleep because of the noise from outside.

Although she has not left the human territory and entered the wilderness, it is very safe, but the behavior of human beings made her worry about what will happen after entering the wilderness...

Someone wandered outside her tent.

It was the footsteps of a young human, not as light as Arthur's but very steady—"Lancelo?"

The elf, who was still dressed in a neat and nimble warrior attire, got up immediately, interrupting the young knight outside the tent from pacing back and forth at a loss.

"Ah! Ah...Murjia." The blond-haired, blue-eyed human teenager responded with an embarrassed expression. The elf's eyes were still sharp in the night, and he could even see the faint red on Lancelot's face and ears. "This... Arthur asked me to... come to you."

"Arthur?" Murja paused, and slightly turned his gaze away. "What's the matter with him?"

"Here...he asked me to give you this." Lancelow tried his best to calm down, and handed Murjia a tightly rolled paper roll. "It seems that he wants to convey the news to you only, and I will send it back when I deliver it."

Murjia was silent for a long time, and then reached out to take the scroll.

"Thank you, Lancelot."

The young knight left in a hurry after delivering Arthur's letter, but the elf girl didn't open the letter or turn back to the tent.Murjia turned his head slightly, and with a pair of clear and bright eyes, he looked into the darkness between the tents where there seemed to be no living things.

"Please come out."

No life responded to the girl's words.

Only the cold night wind blew past Murjia's side slightly, gently lifting the girl's blond hair that was as bright as the noon sun.

Murjia slowly lowered his eyes, turned around and entered the tent.