[Fairy Tail] Take evil as the inscription

"elder brother!"

Hearing the sound, the purple-haired boy turned around and opened his arms.

"puff!"

The girl who was half a head shorter than the boy flew into his arms, rubbed against him, raised her head and smiled happily at the purple-haired boy.

"Brother is the best!" the girl said.

"Elias, don't make trouble." Arlante rubbed Elias's head, his eyes showed some doting.

"Hey." Elias stuck out his tongue, looking playful, "Brother, I found some beautiful flowers at the altar, come with me!"

"Elias." Arlante frowned, "That's a forbidden area."

And if he remembered correctly, the elders of the clan also said that there should be nothing on the altar except sacrificial supplies and words about lost magic.

Where did the flowers come from?

"Just this time, just once." Elias pouted and shook Arlante's arm, "Brother—brother—"

Alrante suddenly felt a headache.

"I'll come back after seeing the flowers." Alrante compromised, but still stretched out a finger, "Promise me, you won't stay or make trouble when you get to the altar."

By the way, you can also check the situation, if there is something strange, then tell the patriarch...

Get rid of it.

"Yeah! Brother is the best!" Elias nodded repeatedly, for fear that Arlante would regret it.

The girl took the boy's hand and ran in one direction.

Walking through the dense bushes, being dazzled by the sudden sunlight, Arlante squinted his eyes.

"Look brother! Isn't it beautiful!"

Arlante followed along and lost his mind.

The girl with lavender double ponytails stood in a sea of ​​white flowers, she opened her arms, raised her chin slightly, her beautiful and delicate face was exposed to the sun, her eyes were half-opened, and the lavender pupils reflected the light of the sun.

The wind blows gently, and the hair on the sides of the cheeks is blown up, revealing the pointed and slender ears.

"It's so beautiful." Alrante came back to his senses, smiled, and praised without hesitation.

"Ahhh~ my brother is distracted again!" Elias said with a steamy face, "You obviously didn't pay attention to the flowers!"

"Elias." Helplessly called her name, "It's time to go back, this is a forbidden area after all."

"...Okay then." Elias stuck out his tongue, looking a little playful, "Since my brother has come with me, then I'll go home obediently."

Watching her go home, Arlante heaved a sigh of relief, then looked at the white sea of ​​flowers suspiciously.

The elves will not lie, because of that ancestral teaching.

"An elf who breaks his promise will lose the most precious thing."

So the elders in the clan would never lie, but what happened to these flowers?

Frowning, Arlante picked off a few flowers and wanted to show the patriarch, but just after picking them off, the flowers shattered like glass, and then gradually became transparent in the air until they disappeared. The moment was full of astonishment.

Touching his chin, Arlante looked towards where Elias left, then looked at the evening sun, sighed, got up and walked.

Go ask the patriarch tomorrow, he is not at ease if she is alone at home.

……

Early the next morning, Arlan opened the window to let the sun shine in, but Elias just rubbed his eyes, turned over and continued to sleep.

She moved, her eyebrows were clustered, and she seemed to be a little restless in her sleep.

Raising his eyebrows, Arlante straightened the quilt that was messed up by her turning over, and placed a light kiss on her forehead.

"Good morning, Elias."

The girl frowned, breathing smoothly.

"Squeak-"

The door was opened, and before leaving, Arlante glanced at Elias again, smiled, and gently closed the somewhat old wooden door.

After walking out the door, Arlante stared and disappeared in place.

Reappearing, he is standing by a huge tree.

The tree is tall and strong, and its branches are tens of meters long. It can be seen that it has experienced a long time, but it still shows off its vigorous vitality without showing any signs of aging.

There was a door on the tree, which was somewhat concealed, hidden among the branches and leaves. Arlante jumped up in two steps and knocked on the door cautiously.

"Dong dong."

"Come in." A magnetic voice sounded.

"Excuse me." Arlante pushed the door open, "Master Patriarch."

"Alante? What's the matter?" With long green hair dragging on the ground, the owner of the voice flipped the pages of the book gently, without looking back at him, as if he was used to his visits.

"Master Patriarch..."

"Are there really no flowers in the forbidden area?"

Hearing his question, the green-haired man's hands paused, and finally turned his head, showing a delicate face: "Why do you ask that?"

"Elias found a sea of ​​flowers over there, and I verified it." Arlante seemed a little helpless, "I'm very sorry about the trespassing."

"Huahai?" The man frowned, closed the book, and walked to the bookcase beside him.

The man's fingertips wandered among the many books, and finally stopped.He took out a book with an old leather cover and patted the dust on it.

"It's true that there are no flowers over there." He looked at each page slowly.

"But……"

"Crack." The green-haired man put the closed book on the table.

"If you have to say it," he said, "there are only the sins left by human beings over there."

"Human?" Arlante was extremely surprised, and subconsciously wanted to deny the patriarch's statement, so he immediately said, "There are no humans in the Wood Forest..."

And, flowers are evil?

What does this say?

"Nothing is impossible." The green-haired man shook his head, "It's like there were never any humans in the Dragon Forest."

Dragons will adopt humans, which has never happened before.

"..." Arlante was silent for a while, then bowed, "I understand, Lord Patriarch."

He walked to the door silently, opened it and prepared to go out.

"Wait, Alrante." The green-haired man said.

"What? Patriarch?"

"Don't go to the forbidden area again." His voice was a little serious, and he could even hear some warning.

"...Yes, I understand." Arlante was silent for a while, nodded, closed the door and walked out.

"..." The green-haired man lowered his eyes, pushed open the window, put his hands behind his back, and looked towards the altar, seeing a dazzling white.

The wind blew in from the window, the book was reopened, and the pages were flipped through without stopping until a page.

On some dilapidated book pages, a white flower is reflected on it, and the side is different from other illustrated books. There are no annotations, only four words.

- "Flower of the Dead".