Opening the title page, the subtitle appears: Makela Leki, the female swordsman buried in history.
With reverence, Wu Chen started reading.
"After Flanda wrote the "Book of Rings", the secrets of the Holy Sea gradually became known to singers, but there are still only a few people in history who can summon the divine sword from their own consciousness, and among them There are only two people who clearly indicate their surnames, one is Flanda's son: Diwade. The other is the owner of this diary: Mikayla Reki, a female swordsman who was almost unknown before.
This diary faithfully restores the thought record of Mikaela Reki's Memory Stone. The diary was recorded around 1E 973. Seven years after the diary was written, Orsinium fell to the city of Daggerfall, the kingdom of Sentinel, and the Order. of Diagna). Everything in this article is written in the first person, because Mikayla was not familiar with the rules and forms of recording.
However, her heroic deeds will live on in the hearts of all readers.
"Uh... hum... I want to know if this thing works?"
"The Mage Guild wants 25,000 gold coins from me. How can there be a problem? This stone will record my thoughts? What did they say? Take it out of this silver belt, and as soon as it touches my skin, it will start The record should be like this.”
"Ah...it hurts. I have to isolate the pain (meaning not to record the pain in the memory stone), otherwise others will never want to just feel my pain when they get this stone. Thanks to Albert Namu and the training I received in the Hall of War Virtues, I can resist pain, ugh... well, I can do it."
"I can still feel it, the pain is there, lurking like a hungry wolf, ready to devour me at any moment. These damn wounds make my death inevitable. No potions, no healing crystals, not even healing rings. It's over, and now I can't even light a candle with my magic. But the God of War still bestowed on me other gifts and talents, my sword-singing skills, my excitement for battle, "The Book of Rings" by Flanda Hunding , my kendo. Oh, I almost forgot to record my story, I got a little distracted."
"I am Mikaela Reki, a warrior, a swordsinger, a second-level Ansei. When I was a baby, I was able to form the Holy Sea - the Soul Sword, the mysterious sword, my sword. , in the shape of a snake of pure light, coiling above a rose vine."
"Ah, but what I want to tell you is my story, a heroic battle, my love, my war, betrayal and finally this glorious victory. How I and my five companions came to this Far away roads, fighting these despicable people and monsters, stopping them from attacking our people at night...I'm sorry, I got distracted again."
"I am a simple warrior. I have been chosen as the saint of the Soul Sword since I was a child. From the time I can remember, I have always wanted to be a singer. I long for a sword in my hand and feel that it is alive. And use it to kill my enemies. The adults told me that my people were craftsmen and poets before they left their hometown. Now that the hammer is falling, many of them have returned to their old trades (metaphorically putting down their swords and living a new life). A stable life). But for me, there is only one way, and that is the way of the sword."
"Ah... what should I say next? I was born in a noble family. Although I have three brothers and two sisters, I am the only one who feels the call of the sword. My father understands how I feel. , because he also felt the call of the sword. He had already become a master, even a sword master, but then he started a family, married a wife and had children. At the age of 11, I entered the Hall of War Virtues and became the Saint of the Soul Sword. And I There are 5 other people who became saints together, the little cute Julia, the strong Patia, the big Katie, the lady Segela, the slippery Zell and me - now everyone else has passed away, except me, soon , I will join them - join the Hall of the God of War. We drink together, we make noises, we cry, we follow our own sword ways. We listen to classes with other brothers who practice swords. We learn from each other and sit At the feet of the teacher in the training hall, learn the path of the Holy Sea - turn the Soul Sword into a real weapon, just like Flanda once did. Only a few with pure hearts and virtues can finally realize it Ansai's secret skill to become the Saint of the Sword. Somehow, among all the brothers and saints, I am the only one who has the qualifications to summon the Holy Sea with weak magic power. But I have tried many times, but I can't make it become A literal weapon. But to be a first-level Ansei, you just have to be able to summon it, and I can. So I'm the only one of our two apprentices here who has become an Ansei. Oh, I guess So much to say, so many memories to make. So many precious memories to share with you, my unknown companions, how do I begin?”
"Well... the pain is still there and is slowly engulfing me. I think I'd better talk about the last battle, which put me in such a situation. After that (after talking about the last battle), if I still With energy, I will tell you the rest (memories) of my life, my love, Ralif. Oh, how lovely he was. What a wonderful time we had together... Ebonham (God of War) ...Forgive me, I got sidetracked again. Let’s talk about the last battle.”
"I want to think about where to start? From the beginning? By the way, our group of saints grew up slowly, mastered the sword, and completed the test - for you (the people who read this memory in the future), maybe Don’t know us singers, but in order to emulate Flanda Hunding’s way of the sword, each of us must travel the lands, do justice, vanquish monsters, and accomplish missions in the name of virtue. Some in the Hall of War Virtues have spent years It was just completed. There are dangers everywhere. Each of our six saints returned safely, but many of them never came back. After we came back, life was back on track. Every week, we must gather in the hall Once, we shared our stories with our new brothers and sisters and taught them the art of swordsmanship. At first, everything was normal, but by the time of the Middle Ages Festival, bad luck struck. Everyone was reveling and reminiscing, except our six saints. Female. The day of the festival happened to coincide with the day of our gathering. On this day, we prayed and fasted to commemorate the way of swordsmanship. In the evening, the door rang. After I opened the door, I saw a guard stationed in the Wrothgarian Mountains. The guard of the Bankorai Pass, dying, desperately told us that the North had rebelled. The Crystal Tower of High Rock planned an invasion, led by King Joile of Daggerfall, our ally in the war against the Orcs. attacked us. We immediately used crystals to treat the garrison's injuries and asked him to meet the king. The six of us immediately took weapons, put on enchanted armor, and brought many potions, crystals and rings, stuffing our luggage. We rushed to the Banclair Trail, praying in our hearts that it was not too late. Fortunately, our efforts were not in vain. When we arrived, the last three guards died under the siege of the enemy. So on the trail Above, we six sisters formed a traditional battle formation and fought side by side. Ah, what a fierce battle. The beautiful sound of the sword song passed through the evil army. We fought hard for several hours, and Julia was the first to fall. The earth was plotted with a poisoned dagger. Then the sisters fell one after another, except me. Ah, cruel Ebonham... Then, my beloved sword, a gift from my father, took shape. If the poisonous snake, the sword forged by the master swordsmith Tansal the Singer, breaks in my hand. Everything is over. The lives of our six sisters will disappear, but they will not be able to stop the advance of the enemy. Now, countless enemies will pass through Crossing the path, I will soon die in their hands. I was as helpless as a newborn baby and cried sadly. Then, I remembered the stove at home and Flanda Hunding’s "Book of Rings", the way of tactics. I searched deep in my mind, looking for the Holy Sea, looking for the Soul Sword, that weapon that I had never accurately grasped, that was never elusive, and then... held it tightly. It was full of life, leaping like fire. The Holy Sea appeared in my hands, and in an instant, the light shone brightly! The first enemy that rushed up was cut open like a piece of cotton, and with a subsequent blow, I eliminated two of them. An enemy holding a steel shield. Each of my swords is as fast and powerful as if it is infused with the power of the God of War. Ah... I am so unstoppable, charging into the battlefield as if there is no one, like a sickle harvesting wheat. Same, fighting all the way to the King's Tower, cutting through King Daggerfall's magic armor with just one sword, and then ending his life with another sword. However, my heroic charge came at a heavy price, and I was left with scars all over my body. Although my armor has also been enchanted, it is not made by the soul like my sword. It is not invincible like my sword or spirit. I am seriously injured and cannot recover. With the fall of King Joelle, his host broke, fleeing under my wrath, not even daring to stop to bear their dead and wounded. I killed those who were able to catch up with those who fled, but I had difficulty breathing and was in great pain. Finally, I came to rest on this rock. I don’t know why I happened to have this stone (memory stone) with me. It's just a whim... I think I need to stop and sort out my story. I think I can tell you more stories.
"My long sleep is coming slower than I thought... Before it comes, I still want to write an epitaph for me. Let me take a sip of water. I think I'll go back and tell you about my life. Maybe some details of the battle. Oh, or maybe Lalifu and my child, well... where do I start, I'm just a simple warrior, I... was chosen as the Soul Sword Saint since I was a child... Everything starts from when I... can... remember..."
