[The Chronicles of Narnia] Sin

When Edith woke up again, she could only hear the bustling voices in her ears.Those were the warriors of Narnia she knew, and they were still alive.

There seemed to be a soft bed under him, but it swayed slightly with the rhythm of the water waves, as if it was the best royal room on "Soul Slayer".

But she couldn't see anything, as if she had fallen into the boundless night.

"Edith? Edith is awake!" The voice of the Queen of Bravery was in her ear, she was so excited that she forgot to hide her real name.Immediately afterwards, she felt a few warm drops of water on her cheeks.

More and more footsteps gathered around her. "'Compass'!" The voices of Saknur and Mona were mixed; "Sister..." was the timid voice of Furuier.Among the crowd, she didn't hear the voice of King Justice—the person she cared about the most and dared not face again.

"I can't see anymore." Her eyes could be opened as usual, but what greeted her was only endless black mist.She didn't know what she looked like in the eyes of others, and she didn't know why her mood and voice were so surprisingly calm.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Lucy said in a panic, her voice was not very confident, "I have potion..."

The girl's fingers trembled slightly, and she fed her the strange and strong nectar.

Edith closed her eyes expectantly, and opened them again—

It was still pitch black.

"It's useless. It's the same as Elvis." She finally heard Prince Justice's cold, dead-like voice, and it turned out that he had always been by her side. "The damage and backlash caused by magic...the potion can't solve it."

Edith didn't know what to say to comfort the lifeless people around her.She really couldn't squeeze out a nice smile, so she had to inquire about Elvis' situation: "What's wrong with Elvis, something happened to him too?"

There was a deathly silence all around.After a long time, the Justice King said slowly: "He took away your light, cast it into a divine sword, and cut off the 'red ribbon'."

He paused, and the bad premonition in Edith's heart suddenly piled up.

Edmund adjusted his mood, and continued: "When the powerful magic weapon breaks, it will cause a huge backlash, and both the sword holder and the magic weapon holder will be seriously injured. Clotho is dead, the king's former grand scholar took his place."

"Where's El?!" Edith struggled to sit up in the dark, her shoulders were supported by many warm hands.

"It's next door...he's still alive." Lucy said in a tearful tone.

Edith heard the subdued crying, and already guessed what the second half of her sentence was——Elvis may be running out of time.

"Take me to see him." After Edith said firmly, she turned around and was about to get out of bed.Although she still can't adapt to the dark environment, the magician's remaining time cannot be wasted.

Mona and Lucy supported the once lively girl from left to right, and slowly stepped into the room of the extremely weak magician.

Edith was blind and couldn't see what the youth looked like now, but Lucy and Mona could see clearly.The appearance of the youth is rapidly aging, and every day is more fragile and rickety than the previous day.His lustrous chestnut curly hair was dry and grassy, ​​and his face was full of age spots and wrinkles, but his green eyes were as bright and free as ever.

"You are very unusual, 'Compass'." If Elvis hadn't made his old voice first, Edith didn't even know where she should look.

"I'm sorry..." She didn't know why she said that, and tears flowed uncontrollably.The theory of those damned crack carriers made her always feel that she was inseparable from the powerful magic of the black robe Clotho.

"What are you sorry for..." Elvis seemed to chuckle, "I should say sorry... I cast a spell to take your eyes away."

Edith's lips trembled, and she responded in a low voice: "That's what I should pay back."

"But you're different..." she cried intermittently, "you had nothing to do with this...we got you into this mess...me and Ed..."

Elvis replied calmly and relieved: "But I almost saved the world. For the first time, I knew that my spells are so powerful."

"Let her sit by the bed." The old magician turned to Lucy and Mona, "I have something to say to her alone."

After the two girls settled down and Edith left, Elvis said leisurely, "I finally know why Ed... er no, the Just King of Narnia likes you."

Edith didn't expect that what the young man wanted to tell her was this, and she didn't know how to respond.

"You're a good match... I want to vote for my brother if my word counts."

He did not continue this rather embarrassing topic, and began to turn to other things: "We are on the way to my hometown. It will take about three days...I have been wandering for so many years, and finally I am homesick."

"I'm also curious about what your hometown looks like." Edith said, "So many people know magic...it must be a country blessed by the gods."

"Haha, then you may be disappointed." Elvis laughed at himself, "Because the royal family there doesn't know magic, we are the most humble people. My father is a pure-blood magician, but in our He was working as a blacksmith before he ran away from home... not only did he hate using magic himself, but he also forbade me to use it-this is the biggest reason why I decided to leave."

"Where's your mother? Is she an ordinary person?"

"Well. But I haven't seen her since I was born."

Edith didn't expect to poke his sore spot as soon as she opened her mouth, and the two were silent for a while.

"I'm so happy to be alive." Elvis said suddenly after a few minutes, "I still envy you."

Edith's tears were almost forced out again, and she hurriedly got up while hiding her expression: "I will live a good life, for you...for everyone."

·

The floor of the cabin swayed leisurely with the water waves, and noisy but indistinct conversations entered Edith's ears from the outdoor deck.

She was still sitting in the dark.

Lately, her hearing has become extraordinarily sharp, and she's been surreptitiously learning all about the end of the Battle of the Red Isle.Twelve Narnia soldiers died in the fight against the dead knights, Edmund, Thaknur and Mona were slightly injured, but fortunately the younger Lucy and Furiel were safe.All the fleet members are on the "Soul Slayer" on the way to Elvis' hometown.

Someone pushed the door and entered, took her hand, and put a piece of soft sliced ​​toast in her palm.There are slight thin calluses on the thumbs of those hands, just like myself, obviously caused by sword practice, the touch is strange but familiar.

"Eat slowly, I'll pass you a slice next to me." She heard the sound of Edmund's short boots on the right side of her body, and the slight sound of his body sinking into the cotton bed.

A strong sense of powerlessness enveloped Edith deeply.She is now like, no, she is just a waste, and she needs assistance every time she eats and goes out, dragging down the normal rhythm of everyone around her.

"Give it to me, I can eat all of them myself." She didn't know why there was anger in her tone, but she did it unavoidably.

The Justice King did not follow her instructions, nor did he make any sound.

Edith suddenly stuffed the toast into her chapped mouth, chewing mechanically. ——My appearance must be savage, which has nothing to do with attractive qualities such as elegance, demeanor, and calmness.She tore off the second bite almost fiercely, like a mad wolf, her eyes were slightly red.

"Next piece." She quickly wiped out the first piece of food, and stretched out her hand to the front right in a commanding manner.Although she's not sure if King Justice is still there now.

The expected bread did not fall into the palm of my hand.Her wrist was suddenly grasped by the young man, with undeniable strength.

"What?" Her brown eyebrows were furrowed, and anger rushed to her hot cheeks.

"Don't be a coward, cheer up!"

Edith didn't expect that she sacrificed so much for Narnia, and only got such a reprimand-like order.But she is nothing now, and she can't even keep her position as an executive, so how dare she confront the aloof Justice King face to face.

"You always say everything so lightly," she sneered. "You have nothing short of rhetoric, the Just King of Narnia."

According to the past situation, Edmund should drop the things in his hands and walk away at this moment.But this time he seemed to be very patient, he tightened his grip on her wrist, no matter how hard he tried to break free, it was useless.

"I can be your eyes." The other party said in a deep voice, as if making a serious promise.

Edith's dangling right hand stopped, a pair of brown eyes widened blankly for a moment, quite shocked.But soon, she laughed at herself again: "No one can be someone else's eyes. I don't have the right to give up on myself because of this."

"—Do you want me to say those few lifeless words?" Edmund stared at her earnestly, even though he knew that there was only boundless emptiness and darkness in front of the girl.He sighed softly, rubbed his palms down, and gradually intertwined with her fingers. "I originally thought that we would talk about it when this war is over and we have nothing to worry about... But it turns out that many things can't wait."

Edith's palms were hot, and her chest was full of emotions. Sadness and disappointment mixed with the faint surprise that she couldn't deceive herself, making her unable to respond in a timely and appropriate manner.

"Are you in love with me?" After a long time, she asked an obscure question. "Maybe what you like is that loyal soldier, that benefactor who saved you in the deep sea, that general's daughter who had to do her best to repay her sins...and those identities, they are not the real me."

"——If from now on, I can no longer fight, and I can no longer raise the long sword representing freedom and justice... What is my value to you? Is the company I promised still meaningful?"

King Justice was speechless by her series of questions.

"I can't see...you have a lot of research on philosophy." He joked helplessly, trying to ease the too sharp and candid atmosphere between the two. "Appreciation is conditional, and of course love is too. But people are not completely piled up with advantages and values-they have their own personality, pursuit and belief. They cannot become tools, and they will never be truly willing to be so treat."

Edmund never knew that he would be such a talented chicken soup master, who could talk about his pursuit and belief without changing his expression when he was blocked from expressing his love.Love is a strange thing, he thought.

Edith was about to open her mouth to say something more, but her lips and teeth were blocked by the second piece of bread that was stuffed by the young man unexpectedly: "You eat too slowly." His tone rose, joking and mocking.The girl just chuckled and shook her head indifferently.But she was thinking slowly while chewing the bread, and her mood seemed to be a little more open than before.

Finally, the young man put the remaining apple in the palm of her left hand, and was about to open the door to leave: "Don't rush to reply me, Itdie... After Elvis is settled, tell me your decision."

·

When Elvis was sent back to his hometown, he already looked like an old man in his 90s.In a simple gray stone house, everyone helped him to see his long-lost father.

This magician is still a blacksmith now, with gray temples, and no Elvis-like aura in his eyes that is unique to magicians.He works hard every day, but seems to be satisfied with such a plain and hard life.No one thought that the father and son would meet at the last moment in such a regrettable and sad way.

After the middle-aged blacksmith comforted his son who was much older than himself to sleep, he told Edmund and others the story of him and Elvis' mother more than 20 years ago.

"Twenty-three years ago, I was a proud young man with strong spells on the island of Danbaston. When I was visiting a small town adjacent to the capital, I met Melotti Desai, the princess of Danbaston. I Make magic tricks for her, give her flowers and white rabbits; she plays the harp and writes poems for me, singing like her name (Melody melody). We fell in love in just three months and were ruled by the harsh class system She was imprisoned in the castle by the king, risked her life to give birth to little Elvis, and asked someone to send him to my side."

This is simply a poignant story comparable to many famous plays and fairy tales.The heroic queen, who is romantic by nature, couldn't help but get red eyes when she heard this.

"I'm sorry for this child El...he kept silent about his mother. He grew up in a single-parent family. Although he had a high magical talent, he was suppressed by me all the time. In that era 20 years ago, magicians were regarded by the royal family. Being extremely heterogeneous and ominous, I ruthlessly oppressed his nature in order to make him grow up without discrimination and exclusion.

"That's why he left his hometown in search of freedom?" Mona in the crowd asked softly.

The old magician nodded, and the orange candlelight carved out old wrinkles on his forehead: "He not only hates me, but also hates authority and class—just like I did when I was young."