The small tile-roofed house that Famas visited is located in a secluded corner of Tianheng Mountain. It is rarely visited on weekdays, and its roof is covered with a steep rock wall.
Unless you are looking for it specially, it is extremely difficult to find this simple residence even if the knights and heroes who ride the wind and clouds occasionally pass by.
Although Ningguang used the power of the Heart of the Rock God to save the Tianheng Mountain Range from falling, the shock that had occurred could not be undone. The houses that were already damaged in the battle with Dadalia were severely damaged, and it was no longer possible to see the original look like.
Only when the sun sets and the sky is filled with sunset glow does this tile dwelling hidden among the hills and bamboo forests reveal its dilapidated beauty.
The mountains shrouded in white clouds are dotted with sparse charcoal trees. The red light of the evening glow dyes the wheat fields in the distance red, like a drunken drinker, with the blush of drunkenness on his cheeks.
As the setting sun was about to fall into the horizon, a slightly weathered middle-aged man with red hair led a child in the uniform of a Thunder Fire Warlock, limping out of the secret passage in the mountain stream, and arrived at Vikas' newly established village. In front of the grave.
"Uncle Marcus, is that man telling the truth?"
Little Leiying Warlock held on tightly to the fighter he called Marcus, and stared at the gun mound in front of him in despair.
The bronze-skinned man raised his hand to cover the wounds caused by the last battle with Dadalia. He was silent for a long time before slowly answering the little girl's doubts.
"Your Excellency Harpas is still as clear-headed as ever, as if the wear and tear had never taken effect on him."
"Everything he said is true, Sandbu."
"Vikas Arjuna is your grandfather. Your surname is Shenaitsvna, and you are not from Winter. You have the blood of the Arjuna family and the Kamrya royal family."
Marcus came to Vikas's grave, picked up the photo and the ring finger left by the boy on the top of the tomb stone, and pointed to the woman wearing a Mond style scarf in the old photo to the little Thunder Fire Warlock.
"Shabu...she is your mother and my wife, [Tail of Innocence] Divda Arjuna."
As time went by, white hair began to grow on Marcus' temples, and he no longer looked as arrogant as in the photos.
Despite this, as the third-ranked winner of the War Ancient Kingdom Martial Arts Conference, Marcus was very sure that the former Vulcan who had just left had discovered them, but he had no intention of exposing them.
"When the disaster curse comes, your mother and I have to entrust you to the care of Zhidong's friends..."
The middle-aged man told these old stories with guilt, but he was not as quick and fierce as when he was fighting with Dadalia.
"When everything settled, I tried to contact that friend, but he had already moved away from the original location."
"Later, when I went to the Winter Kingdom to look for you, I found out that he had changed his name and now works for the Queen of the Snow Kingdom."
The man was like a dying lion on the grassland. He knelt down in front of the little girl and gently touched her head: "I am indeed your father... Shabu, I am very happy that despite the twists and turns, you are still healthy." grown up."
It's just that Little Thunder Fire Warlock didn't rush into his arms as Marcus expected. Instead, he gritted his teeth and knocked the man's hand off, complaining with tears.
"Then why..."
"When I was wandering the streets of Solstice, when I was sent to Hearth House, when I was on a dangerous mission... you didn't show up!"
Shabu's evasive movement also accidentally lifted the dark purple hood on her head, revealing the childish dragon horns similar to Vikas hidden in the light green hair.
"I'm very sorry……"
Marcus moved his lips, as if he wanted to comfort the other person, but the words that came to his lips turned into a pale apology.
In front of his daughter, the middle-aged man took off his shirt, revealing a muscular body that only belongs to a fighter.
However, that strong chest was covered with ugly scars as deep as the starry sky. The dirty dark blue scars spread along the left arm to the right shoulder, stopping at the neck.
"Before Munata was destroyed, I sent you and your mother away, and fled to the territory of Kanria alone."
"But the gods in the sky cursed all Munata people who tried to resist, and I was not spared."
Marcus, who was telling the story of the past, knelt solemnly and lonely in the mud, the clothes tied around his waist swinging in the wind, and his tall and strong body seemed particularly small at this time.
"Fortunately, the divine authority assigned to the people by Mr. Harpas worked, and the experimental potion provided by the alchemists of Camria allowed me to keep my sanity and human appearance."
"If you mother and daughter had not left at that time, you might have ended up like me."
"I wanted to wait until you grow up to tell you these things..."
Marcus put on the tight clothes again to cover the horrific scars on his body, then took out the silver wrench in his pocket and handed it to the little Thunder Fire Warlock who was at a loss.
The moment the finger came into contact with the girl's palm, the pattern carved on it shone with a warm white light as if the lead had faded, and the blurry pattern reappeared in its true form.
On the ring is a simple pattern of a boy holding a sword cutting off the head of a demon.
"This is the scene when Lord Arjuna's family, Singh, ended the road rights war. It was also the first time that humans completed the feat of killing the demon god."
"As long as the ring is still shining, it means that your mother has not yet returned to the embrace of the flame."
Marcus spoke sincerely, and the scars on his body looked very old, as if he had not participated in the struggle for a long time.
All kinds of evidence can prove that he is indeed Shabu's biological father, and not one of those wealthy businessmen in the Winter Kingdom who pretend to adopt orphans but actually have ulterior motives.
But after learning the truth, Shabu just collapsed on the ground as if relieved, holding the small fog lamp with dancing light in his arms, and cried loudly.
"Why do you want me to give it to someone else..."
"Why didn't you show up earlier..."
The cold winter in the North has long days and short nights, and the outdoor temperature can freeze people to death. As an orphan, the first word Shabu remembered was the word "fireplace" in the solstice language. Her childhood life was also composed of farm work, bullying, and the smell of rust in cold water.
The aunt who was responsible for looking after the children would always make up some horror stories to scare them: "Poor little Pyotr Ilyich! After two gulps of fire water, he didn't know who he was, and he went out without his bearskin hat, two ears. It was so frozen that it fell off my head when the wind blew!"
This story left a big psychological shadow on Shabu when she was a child. Every time she went out in the winter, she had to carefully tuck her hat in. The first thing she did when entering the house was to check whether her ears were still there.
At that time, every child was praying that the severe cold and frost would not leave them with disabilities. Fortunately, Master Arecino discovered the identity of the Sabu dragon descendant and allowed her to become a reserve for the Fools in advance.
Marcus lowered his head guiltily and took Shabu into his arms.
At this time, the father and daughter finally hugged each other tightly.
Until the moon and stars dimmed, insects began to chirp in the Tianheng Mountains, flags fluttered on the gun mounds, and the evening wind swept from the harbor past the pier being rebuilt and broke into the corner of this wilderness.
Marcus used the broken wooden beams of the house to light a bonfire, and the sizzling hare was roasting on the fire. The two of them sat cuddled together by the broken beams and talked about their respective experiences over the years.
The Heart of God left behind by Famas has already been put away by Marcus, and he plans to take his wife Difta back to Nata.
Although Munata has long ceased to exist in name only, and Vikas’s soul has turned into dust and dispersed, the burning desire will not disappear:
"go home."
World line, end!
