Temperatures are rising faster than anyone imagined.
In the past, you had to wear a thick fur cloak, but now it's a weather where adding a layer of plate armor over a leather jacket would be too hot.
God, as always, doesn't care about anyone's mood. When it should have cooperated with the rainy days to create a gloomy atmosphere, it allowed the dark clouds to disperse and the bright sunshine to spread across the earth.
The lost horses were found nearby after the incident was settled. The whereabouts of Mira's little unicorn were unknown before, so he went to find these horses. It belongs to the same species but is a high-level monster with higher intelligence. Compared with ordinary horses that run away in fear, it is more understanding of human nature and seems to possess a leadership temperament instinctively.
Everyone took off their armor. For the exhausted people, these armors weighing more than ten or twenty kilograms were too much to bear.
The armor is placed on the horse's back, and he only carries the weapon lightly, walking slowly with the horse.
The pace is leisurely, there is no need to tense up for something, and there is no need to be constantly vigilant about possible attacks.
it's all over.
Since the meeting during the trip at the end of last year, so many people and things have happened over the past few months, just like this.
It's all over.
There is no real sense.
There is nothing like a heroic legend should have, a gorgeous, majestic, glorious ending.
It just ended like that, quietly.
It seems that the unfinished movement suddenly stopped in one place due to the death of the author or other changes, providing endless reverie for subsequent readers.
They couldn't even record what Horno had done. This matter had been discussed with Constantine and Adolphus before setting off.
Those traveling together were all under the command of Stephen and Adolphus. Not to mention the paladins, even if many of the mercenaries left midway, if they wanted to continue in this line of work, they would definitely have to deal with it. Horno kept silent about the relationship between him and the witch.
Very few people knew about her relationship with the witch, and only seven people witnessed her end.
For those who are more numerous, tens of thousands of people who have experienced this together, Horno is just an elf that they pass by. They may pay attention to it, but they will not have any interactions with him.
Her story is destined not to be known to the public, because no matter what she did in the final stage, it is an indisputable fact that it triggered this series of tragedies.
If this incident were to spread, the relationship between humans and elves would deteriorate, and some obsessive magicians - knowing full well that it would cause disaster - would probably try to recreate it all.
Some things are destined to be forgotten, and some history is destined not to be preserved.
The fact that she had lived, the fact that she had laughed here, the fact that she had eaten without ceremony or image when they first met, and the fact that she had ended everything with her own determination and courage.
Neither will be known to anyone.
Somehow, Mira remembered Joshua whom she had met in Thoradin in the past.
I want to write a book, I want to tell their story, and I want more people to know about it.
She remembered the words of the red-haired young swordsman. She wondered where he was now, and was he still doing what she had decided to do?
He said he wanted to go to the beach, because Emmanica wanted to see the sea, so if she traveled along the coastline, maybe they could meet again one day.
Relaxed, at ease, no longer needing to be on guard all the time.
Two days after it was all over, they rejoined the larger force remaining in the swamp.
The number of people became larger. After understanding that the matter was over and the upper-level leaders no longer restrained them, both the mercenaries and the paladins relaxed completely.
Loose formations, people taking off their armor in search of coolness and comfort, noisy and light-toned quips and jokes.
Everything is being told.
It's over, that's the fact.
Mira kicked and walked slowly behind Henry with her little head hanging down.
"Ms. Mercenary." Stephen's voice sounded next to her.
"Hey, over there, the little explorer's mercenary lady—" She turned her head when she heard the name. "Would you like a drink?" The tall hunting mercenary leader was wearing a short-sleeved linen shirt. He had taken off all his armor. He seemed to have more combat effectiveness for some reason - he was holding a rather large weapon in his hand. The leather wine bag was shaken towards the Luoan girl.
"No, I don't know how to drink -" She raised her hand and was about to politely decline out of habit, but the tight feeling in her chest made Mira suddenly change her focus. The Luoan girl stepped forward in two or three steps and almost snatched the wine bag from Stephen's hand. Then she pulled out the cork with a "boo--" and poured it directly into her mouth.
"Hey, this is strong liquor -" Stephen was dumbfounded by the way he drank it like he was drinking water. However, he fell silent before he finished speaking. He just stood there and watched and continued to "gulu gulu" A Luoan girl drinking strong wine.
Henry and Filippo in front also stopped and looked back at her. Adolphus and Camilo continued to discuss various matters further forward. After all, the two of them were related to various institutions of the empire. A large part of the responsibility for the aftermath fell on them, as they could come and go as they pleased. Free mercenaries have to think more.
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"It's so spicy, it hurts so much -" she yelled, but she refrained from crying or breaking down. She just stood there quietly and kept wiping her face.
Henry handed the reins to Filippo, then came over and stood next to her.
The sound of "click, click, click" sounded on the other side. Erica, who fixed the mithril spear horizontally on the saddle, glanced condescendingly here. After her eyes stayed on Mira for a moment, her eyes met Henry: "I'll borrow this horse, and I won't go with you again."
"As for the aftermath, the empire has its own work to do, and the druids also have their own duties as druids." Erica said: "It would be bad if the news leaked out. We can't let this happen."
"Yeah." Henry nodded in agreement.
"Goodbye then, by the way." Erica was about to leave while riding her horse, but suddenly stopped: "You haven't seen them for a long time, right?"
"Finally, the half-dead old man's appearance disappeared. They will be happy when they see him."
"Now is not the time." Henry shook his head, denying her this time.
"Huh." Erica shrugged, and then galloped in the other direction without stopping.
"Dong dong dong dong -" the sound of galloping horses could be heard, and the highly skilled red-brand mercenaries were also first-rate in controlling the horses. Many people stopped talking and stopped to watch. After all, just being in the same team as a red-card-level mercenary was enough for them to brag about for a long time when they went home.
"The dead have passed, but the living still have things to do next." Henry handed Mira a water bag, and the red-faced Luoan girl reached out to take it, but it seemed that because of the effect of the strong alcohol, she did not I was able to catch it and almost dropped it to the ground.
"Teacher...I'm sleepy."
"Just rest if you feel tired."
"Have a good rest." The sage stretched out his hand to catch the girl. Although she was more than 1.7 meters tall and had exercised, her body was still slender and weak compared to Henry.
This young shoulder has already endured too much pressure that should not be borne. If you want to say whether you have felt heartache and intolerance, then the answer may be yes. But Henry has no regrets about leading her down this path.
This was her own choice, with the courage to move forward.
From the moment they met that day, Henry knew that this girl would not be willing to continue to be an ordinary person.
She was destined not to grow up to be an ordinary washerwoman, working hard for a living and doing the same ordinary life every day with her rough hands.
These hands were born to hold the sword.
And these feet should also set foot on the road to tomorrow.
"Growing up is always accompanied by labor pains."
Mira, who closed her eyes, began to breathe evenly and quietly. After Henry took off her sword and hung Tofilippo on the horse, he carried the sleeping Luoan girl behind him.
He was not carrying Kramer on his back, and the warmth and security from his broad shoulders made the girl's tightly furrowed brows gradually loosen after she fell asleep drunk.
"It's okay to indulge yourself for a short time because of the labor pain, the pain, wanting to get drunk, and wanting to escape from it all."
"No one can bear all the pain without being depressed."
"Even if it's a broken jar, it's fine."
“Even if you feel discouraged and hit rock bottom.”
"As long as you don't give up hope, you can always stand up again."
“Pick up the pieces piece by piece and put them back together again.”
"Grab the sharp rocks on the cliff and climb back up from the bottom of the valley bit by bit."
I wonder if Mira, who is already asleep, can hear it, Henry said this in his usual smooth tone.
The wind that had stopped for a long time started blowing again, but it was already early spring, and the wind blowing on this sunny day was no longer cold.
With a warm wind blowing through the dead woods, a group of overwintering birds in the sky began to migrate north. They had spent the winter further south and were about to return home.
The speed of natural recovery is faster than anyone imagined.
Everything that happened was unforgettable to the young white-haired girl. Under the power of nature and the vicissitudes of the world, it was just like graffiti left on the beach.
When the tide rises and a wave comes, nothing is left.
Horno's story will not be known to anyone, and it does not have a brilliant ending.
Due to emotions and reasons, they must keep all this sealed to prevent it from being used by people with ulterior motives.
It would be best if the truth of the incident sinks to the bottom of the sea and is not known to anyone. What happened in the final stage deep in the forest was only witnessed by the seven of them.
but.
That’s okay, right?
Erica, who was galloping on horseback in the distance, clenched her fists in her chest.
Camilo, who was in the middle of the conversation, suddenly stopped and looked deep into the forest. Adolphus, who noticed that the other party was no longer answering, also followed the magic instructor's eyes, but returned after a while. He turned around and lowered his head.
Stephen handed the wine to Filippo. The young man hesitated for a moment, and then he also took out the cork and took a sip.
Henry carried Mira on his back and walked on the less steep terrain with steady steps.
The Luoan girl, who was already sleeping soundly, murmured, and two lines of hot tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
Even if it's not known to many people, it's okay even if it doesn't have a so-called magnificent heroic ending.
They remember her.
Still remember them.
