In ordinary heroic legends, after the protagonist defeats a terrible opponent in a fight, the story should come to an end, and everything ends happily and peacefully with a happy ending.
But in reality, victory or defeat is not so absolute, and winning a battle does not mean that everything is over.
The combined forces of Suomir and the church indeed defeated the 50,000-strong Imperial Army, and killed Prince Nixon on the spot who was stubborn and refused to surrender.
But this force is only a tenth of the great Padrosi Imperial Army.
The losses were definitely not negligible, but they were far from reaching the point where Sigsumund I could withdraw his troops.
To sum it up in the words of Heimirnin Heinzwom, the general marshal of the Holy Alliance of Suomir and Yetina Sect: "The symbolic significance of the victory in this battle is far greater than the actual significance."
He seemed very calm, or should be said to be calmer than before. Many people who knew him said that he had changed. After the conflict at the end of 1340 and his return from the escape, Hymelning opened his eyes in Aurora again and was no longer the same person as before.
People will always mature because of something, and this kind of unforgettable memory has a particularly significant effect. He has never been a person who is good at expressing his emotions in words. Due to the environment in which he grew up, his behavior has always been more realistic than idealistic.
It is difficult for him to see the future, and he cannot have expectations for human beings. Because he has seen far more darkness than light since he was a child, and how low the bottom line of human nature is, because some things that are actually no big deal can turn into terrible consequences, he has seen too many.
Haymelin is a pessimist. He always prepares the worst plan for everything, but when fate plays tricks on people, everything always happens according to his worst plan.
"I am a person who cannot achieve happiness."
"You know, when I learned that Crown Prince Hermes was my father when I was 19 years old, the first emotion that filled my mind was not joy."
"Looking at his guilt-filled and loving face, all I could think about was, 'This is too good to be true.'"
"Now that I think about it carefully, I may have already reached the conclusion in my mind that 'this man is untrustworthy, and his glorious and loving side is all false.' So when in the end all this was indeed verified, I even had a sense of relief that 'it's true'."
"What have I done, Sania."
"It's not your fault. People who have been shrouded in malice for a long time will find it difficult to believe even the good intentions from the bottom of their hearts. They think that everyone has an unknown dark history and is approaching with ulterior motives. Own."
“Like a hedgehog that raises its spikes equally to wolves and rabbits.”
"You are just... pushed by life to become like this."
"But I'm sorry for him, Sania."
"He may have hurt my mother, and all his great achievements may have been undertaken out of guilt."
"But that's my father."
"Because of my own lack of confidence, I refused to believe that this was really the person I had been looking for. I always kept a distance from him, and even when it was verified that he did have a bad past, I felt a sense of relief. I felt My suspicion all along was correct, and I want to draw a clear line just like that.”
"This is not the integrity of Lao Shizi," he said. "This is just cowardice."
"Because everything will deteriorate, it is better to keep distance from the beginning than to be disappointed later."
"Without trust, there will be no betrayal. It was this approach that prevented me from saying goodbye to my father properly."
"Emperor Higsumund, my noble grandfather's hatred stemming from superstition may be unreasonable. But the person who really hurt him the most was me."
"He spent his whole life trying to atone for the mistakes he made, and he tried his best to correct them, but I just held on to his past mistakes and used them as a reason to tit-for-tat against him. Granted, I can find many reasons to explain it. , but at the end of the day, it’s just me trying to distance myself from being an ‘imperfect person’.”
"me."
"Nothing more than a coward, Sania."
"I keep saying that I want to find happiness, but in the end I don't contact and keep distance because I'm afraid of getting hurt. After all, I can't be you. I can't always hold hope for the world like you. I can only see the worst side of things. , and even deliberately look for these aspects to confirm one’s own views.”
“I can’t see tomorrow because just trying to survive today is taking everything I have.”
"..." She was silent, just listening quietly.
"But there are some things I can do."
"It is precisely because I am always prepared for the worst that I can lead them through this difficult time."
"This is Crown Prince Hermes—no."
"My father Haymills left behind, as the last gift a father can give his son."
"He doesn't care what his reputation becomes."
"How ironic that I waited until he died to realize that all of this was true. He really didn't have any ulterior motives or guilt, he just did what a father should do."
"I may not be able to have expectations for the future, but at least I can lead them."
“Get over every current hurdle.”
On that midwinter night in 1340, next to the campfire, Haymelin said this. And only the next day, he announced the truth about his birth to the people throughout Suomir and the followers of the White Church Yetina Sect.
In an instant, the entire Suomir was hit by an earthquake, and after this statement was confirmed by the new bishop Sania and the Pope himself, it instantly spread across the entire surface of the earth like a crazy vine.
The angry believers rushed to the trestle and chiseled out the name of Crown Prince Hermes on the sign. They originally wanted to burn the sign and the trestle, but under the obstruction of the Knights, they finally failed to remove this important name. The port part was destroyed.
"The Empire hid this fact!"
"Abominable Lamanite authoritarianism!"
The rhetoric quickly spread through church connections made Hymelning himself "the hypocritical empire's child who regarded Suomir as a scandal and wanted to cover it up", and then the Padrosi Empire began to treat Suomir as a scandal. Mir's declaration of war came at the perfect time, like a spark thrown into an oil barrel, directly igniting the pent-up anger of the entire nation and believers.
Naturally, Heimerning Heinzwurm, who was appointed in the face of danger, became the marshal of the Holy Alliance Army of the Church. However, when the people below shouted his name, they always skipped the first half of the part that represented the ugly history, and used Heinz Worm summed it up, calling him "the man who bears the name of miracles."
And he did bring miracles to them.
The last time they won a full-scale conflict with Padrosi was a 500-year-old history for the Suomir people.
They even began to compare Haymelin with Rosenta Gustav Kevel, the legendary military god of Suomir, and called him the military god who entrusted him with a dream. The church also promptly began to propagate that they had divine help and that the inviolable army would not fail.
Haymelin cooperates with this propaganda on the surface, but secretly he does not really believe it.
"It is true that faith is very important, but wars are not won by the protection of gods alone. Adequate military preparations and united people are also very important." He said that Heinzwom Meteor Lake has the most outstanding Armor and weaponsmiths were able to prepare equipment for thousands of troops in just a few days, and after Haymelin returned, he contacted these people as soon as possible.
Integrating the assets of the church and Suomir nobles, the army's excellent equipment and some special help allowed them to win the first battle.
But this is just the beginning.
As Hemelning himself concluded earlier, the symbolic significance of this victory is greater than the practical significance.
The Imperial Army still numbered over 800,000. And the entire Suomir had exhausted everything, and only 50,000 people could be taken out.
This is what will inevitably happen when a war breaks out between a big country and a small country. The Suomir people may be brave and good at fighting. They are much taller than the Imperial people. Even if they are one against ten, they can still achieve an advantage against the same number of people with excellent weapons and equipment.
But they can't afford to lose.
The vast Padrosi Empire was as large as a great power. Although the loss of tens of thousands of troops could not be ignored, it was not a fatal injury. This level of loss cannot even reverse the overwhelming gap between the two countries. Suomir, a small northern country, is like dancing on the tip of a knife with this small force against the empire. If he is not careful, he will die here.
Once it falls into a war of attrition, Suomir will definitely lose.
Maybe they could pay a certain price to defeat one or two armies of Padrosi and route an army of more than 100,000 people. But Padrosi has an army of 800,000. Even if there are 100,000 less troops, they can still mobilize more troops. If every Suomir person dies, one less one will be lost. Even if children and pregnant women are allowed to take weapons to the battlefield, They are still at an absolute disadvantage.
"Even if they stand still and stretch out their necks for us to cut down, it will still take a full month to kill them all!" Facing a Suomir nobleman who proposed to pursue the victory and even started to brag about attacking the imperial capital in one fell swoop, Haymelin replied loudly.
The gap in strength was hopelessly huge, and Padrosi's soldiers were naturally not idiots who stood still and were hacked to death.
On the contrary, they are extremely well-trained as the proud standing army of the most powerful empire in the world today.
The Suomir people were able to win the first war only because of the overconfidence of Higsumund I and the lack of ability of the leading Prince Nixon.
After the Imperials suffered losses in this battle and the cold winter, they learned from the pain and completely changed their policy when the belated summer finally arrived.
The army was broken into pieces. They no longer thought about swallowing it in one breath but began to prepare for a protracted war. Not to mention the large amount of supplies mobilized from the central region, castles were even started to be built just below the Talva-Sutta defense line - it was clear that they were going to follow the method that Sigsumund I was best at.
Come "one step at a time".
It's not imminent, but it's firm and unstoppable, like a sharp sword hanging above your head.
Tension began to creep in.
Suomir inevitably.
Awakened a sleeping beast.
For the first time in a long time, Sigsumund I met an opponent he could take seriously, and the experience he accumulated over decades of fighting began to be used without reservation.
He has the size of a big country in his hands. As long as he is patient and plays steadily, he will win without losing.
But there may be more to it than that.
Rumors spread among the Padrosi nobles in the military camp that King Sigsumund I's eyes were shining, that he had long known that his illegitimate grandson was a military prodigy, and that he had single-handedly forced him into the hostile camp. It's because it's been a long time since I met an opponent I could seriously fight against.
To be fair, the emperor's character is really not good.
The Padrosi people call him "the Great" because the emperor's conquests have brought them the happy life they have today. Because it benefits them, cruelty to their enemies becomes a "merit."
Cats playing with mice are a secretly satisfying behavior for humans who hate mice.
But if you look at it from a weak position, you will inevitably feel a deep sense of nausea and disgust.
The Padrosi people, who have a strong military, have little respect for the church, let alone a small place like Suomir.
Although they suffered a loss once, they could indeed still win as long as they changed their policy.
This is the cruel reality. When you don't have equal strength, no matter how fancy your ideas are, your tactics are novel and efficient, you can only try to make up for the shortcomings in military strength in this aspect, trying to achieve a situation where you can compete with your opponent on an equal footing.
Many methods were thought of, and the traditional enemies of the empire were not only Suomir, but also the Highlanders and other conquered Lamanite peoples in the south.
But even if they were incited, the resistance's chance of victory was still slim, just like a piece of loose sand divided into three pieces that could not take care of each other.
They need some other help, some.
The help of a being even more powerful than the Padrosi Empire.
For example.
dragon.
Rumi Qi, the Wise Dragon of the North, was unexpected, but at the same time, he was expected.
He and Miss Sage have a master-disciple relationship.
Perhaps because of similar ideas, both are committed to making the world a better place and to spreading knowledge.
But people and dragons are different, and the relationship between master and disciple is not a completely harmonious one-sided teaching.
"No, I will not help anymore. This is a civil war among humans. It is ignorant and inaccessible. Among the five races, humans are the only ones who are most keen on killing each other. If one of these violent and unsympathetic races wins, they will also fight against us. What's the point?" The huge dragon was lying on the ground, and its shadow was enough to cover a three-story building. They stood before Him, and the White Dragon shook his head like a human.
"You should know that the war will not end here. It will only continue endlessly." He said, and then glanced at the silver-haired female mercenary next to him with golden vertical pupils almost as big as a window, Haimir Ning and Sania also looked over.
"Druids mean the same thing." Erica shrugged: "From your perspective, we are indeed very powerful, whether we are members of the Druid organization who have mastered ancient magic or the great white dragon of ice and snow. If If we take action, it won’t be difficult to change the political situation in the entire Rigal world.”
"But boy, do you remember what I told you about magic before?"
"..." Haimirning nodded.
"Human beings have their own gods - ah, don't get me wrong, I have no objection to the white church you serve. After a long period of religious reform, it is indeed a very good sect. But Human nature has not changed."
"Human belief is, in the final analysis, nothing more than 'desire'."
"When you encounter a problem that you cannot solve, you hope that there will be someone who is transcendent and capable of solving everything to help you get out of trouble and realize your wish." She continued: "But have you ever thought about it, if it really happens? There is such a being."
“Whose wish should He fulfill?”
"..." Both Haimirning and Sania were silent.
"Sage and Wise Dragon, there is nothing better to call them than this." Bailong said in a rather classical rhetorical way: "If there is a conflict between the wills of the two parties, it would be biased to help either party."
"So you decided to stay out of it and watch the entire east coast begin to ignite a war because of an emperor's selfish desires?"
"You all know that this is wrong." Sania opened her mouth, saying the words that Haimirning, who was not good at speaking, could never say: "The power and oppression of the Padrosi people is not done once or twice. It is maintained by force. Even if the prosperity can last for a while, it will one day fall into war and chaos again. You clearly say that you are very dissatisfied with the nature of human beings, their greed and civil strife, but you just stay out of the matter and draw a line and watch over there. ?!"
She pointed out all this bluntly, clearly facing a dragon against her teacher but not timidly.
"How do you know that we have never interfered?" Bailong turned his head and looked into the distance. His huge pupils reflected the blue sky, and then his inner and outer eyelids blinked respectively.
"Don't you know where magic comes from?" Erica said this in a helpless tone, while Haimirning and Sania were both stunned.
"In the early years, the Druid organization often came into contact with humans. This is how the name was derived. To this day, the term still contains the meaning of 'a wise elder who guides the maze'." Erica paused: " But not everyone is happy about it.”
"Kings are afraid that there are existences beyond themselves that are superior to humans, so they can't sleep day and night."
"They turned their backs on the gods and finally obtained the devil's technology. It was just because of human beings' own lack of self-confidence. They were worried that they would not have the same level of power if the two sides fell out one day."
"It must be the instinct of living beings. The kindness from the superior always makes the inferior tremble."
"In the end, they naturally played with fire and burned themselves. What resulted was the demise of the civilization known as Morbigas."
"Druids call it the first magic disaster, which means the runaway of magical energy and the emergence of some things that should not appear in this world."
"After this incident, as a coalition of elites from other races, the Druid organization decided to stop each tribe from having contact with humans. This is how everything happened after that. Now only tribes such as dwarves and gnomes have contact with humans. There is minimal contact, but the fact that elves and orcs have almost become legendary existences is because of the bloody conflicts in the past."
"Since then, we have chosen to hide among humans. We still exist but only as monitors to prevent someone from abusing magic again and causing similar disasters."
"Humans are too barbaric and too unstable." Erica said this. It seemed strange that she said such words even though she had a human face. However, there are some things that you should not ask easily even if you are very familiar with them. .
"Disappointed, aren't you?" After hearing this, Sania asked while Hemelning was still silently digesting the information.
"Indeed." Bailong turned around and replied.
"Then let me bring you hope." She stood there straight, raised her head and looked up at her master, then turned her head and looked at Erica next to her.
"Let's make a bet."
"I think humanity has made progress."
"I believe humanity has made progress."
"I will believe in it wholeheartedly, not any aristocracy, not any regime, not the empire, not the church."
"But humanity itself."
"I believe there are endless possibilities for this race."
"I believe that the good faith and enterprising spirit that exist in our hearts will not be defeated by cowardice and weakness again, and we will not turn to the power of darkness again because of a lack of security."
"I believe that after thousands of years have passed, we have the ability to communicate with beings above humans on an equal footing."
"I believe that after so much development, we can understand each other."
"Here, here and now, will be the beginning of everything. Help Suomir win. The people of this land can be the starting point of everything."
"Oh?" Bai Long lowered his head and looked directly in front of her. But even though the dragon's power made her look pale, Sania didn't take a step back. "Are you so confident? Are you sure that when the kingdom wins, everything will not just turn upside down?"
"Once the weak who have been bullied for a long time win, they will in turn start to bully the strong. This cycle of hatred happens again and again. Where do you get the confidence?"
"I didn't!" She replied directly with a clear voice, which made the two people around her stunned.
"I'm not sure, and I don't have the confidence. But -"
"If you make a mistake, continue to correct it." She took a step against Long Wei, raised her face and looked directly into the opponent's golden vertical pupils: "If you make a mistake again, continue to correct it."
"You talk about the wise dragon of ice and snow, you talk about the guardian of the druid world. If you make a mistake once and suffer a loss, you don't dare to try again. You are not much better than humans, are you?"
"I believe in the future of this race. No matter how many times they make mistakes, I will step in to make them correct."
"One day, everything will be possible."
"I'm sure I can get on the right track!" Her long black hair swayed in the wind, and there was no timidity in her bright eyes when she raised her face to reflect the white dragon's figure.
She was in high spirits, under the midsummer sky.
and guardian of the world.
Made a bet.
This was destined to be a bet unknown to outsiders, and brought new strength to the deadlocked situation in Aurora.
But it also led to the arrival of the second magical disaster.
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This is a tragic story.
Like many tragedies, it forces you to watch something valuable fall into pieces.
What it says is not complicated.
Just a girl who had hope and was supposed to bring new life to the world, but died prematurely, carelessly, and very casually.
A story about a boy who clearly made an appointment but couldn't protect her.
At the end of 1341, Sania, who went to the south to try to unify the local Lamanite people, and some church members, together with the Silver Guard knights who protected them, died in a conflict.
They are still too young after all.
As a veteran emperor, Sigsumund I did not understand or care about the country's internal affairs, but it did not mean that he did not understand politics and people's hearts.
The Lamani people in the south are poorly educated, wild and impulsive.
When they began to resist the rule of the Padrosi people under the instigation of the church, began to raise the same flag as the Suomir people, and began to chant the name of Heinzwom.
Someone might get it wrong.
Think this means they can do whatever they want with impunity.
King Xigsumund I knew all this, and what he did was to completely withdraw the entire army southwest of Padro.
He abandoned the civilians of Padrosi in the south. The civilians stripped of military protection were like fat insects without the protection of their hard shells. The more they struggled in front of predators, the more they would eat up their appetites. Unsurprisingly, faced with the temptation to burn, kill, plunder and have no army to stop them, the long-oppressed Lamanite people in the south turned into a mob.
Holding high the banner of justice and shouting slogans of resistance to the tyranny of the Padrosi people.
They broke into the homes of the citizens of Padrosi, burned, killed, looted and set fire to the city.
The church members headed by Sania who tried to stop them were rushed into a church by the mob, and finally the church collapsed in the fire.
Everyone was killed.
No one was spared.
When Haymelin received the news, he had just captured an earthen and wooden castle from the Padrosi people.
With the help of the mysterious alien army, the Suomir people were finally able to draw a level with the imperial army.
But the moment he saw the content of the letter, he suddenly was no longer sure why he was fighting.
The frustrated general marshal directly caused his troops to begin to retreat steadily. After this message spread, the Pope urgently posthumously made Sania a saint of the church, and began to call for revenge for her, but it failed. How much morale can be restored. Because the news that somehow spread has told everyone that she was not killed by the imperial army, but died at the hands of the southern Lamanites who were theoretically on the same front.
The Imperial Army stopped its offensive and drew away the defensive troops in the south, causing the citizens to suffer persecution. This was just to suppress the dissenting voices in the country due to Hymirnin's identity.
The Padrosi people are very real, and there were indeed some voices of protest in the empire because of Haymelin's declaration. But Xigsumund I easily resolved it with this move.
The army was withdrawn and the people were persecuted. By the time these fleeing citizens moved from the south to the central and north, antagonisms arose within the empire.
Those who supported Hymelin, who were mostly devout church believers, and the refugees who harbored hatred because southerners called his name and rushed into their homes, started fighting among themselves.
Domestic chaos is of course a bad thing, but in the eyes of Sigsumund I, this is still better than crowds gathering to protest against the war.
He made a good move, but that's not all good. His Majesty the Emperor, who had been frequently in and out of the harem since the death of Crown Prince Hermes, always accompanied by mandarin ducks even on the front lines, got the coveted male heir on December 31, 1341.
And just 20 minutes after learning the news, maybe it was because I was old, maybe I was overly excited, maybe it was both.
Emperor Padrosi, who has fought all his life, has a smile on his face.
Died.
In an instant, both the Suomir and the Padrosi suddenly found that they had lost the reason to fight.
Without the emperor who wanted to conquer Suomir, the imperial army lost its goal to advance. And with the sudden vacancy of the supreme throne, the great nobles in the country who had been content with the emperor's power were immediately ready to take action.
The year-long war came to an inexplicable end. The Suomir people had just gotten used to living in bunkers and trading through tunnels extending in all directions in the mountains, but suddenly they found that they could return to the blue sky again.
At the beginning of 1342, under the banner of protecting the royal heir of Sekesiyutu, several top Padrosi nobles all believed that they were qualified to become regents, and no one accepted the other's.
A civil war began.
Once again, mankind has fallen into endless wars due to its own greed.
A month later, the sentence "She lost" was left.
All members of the Druid organization, including Erica, disappeared.
When Haimirning went to the mercenary union, she only found one receptionist, and she was limited to "only knowing about the existence of red-card mercenaries, without any contact information or anything else" about the red-card mercenaries.
Highlanders were plundering in the east; Lamanite mobs were attacking in the south; several noble families in the central and northern part of the Padrosi Empire began to fall into civil war.
The land on the east coast is devastated. For a moment, Suomir seemed to be in a paradise where he was not involved.
What should they do?
Just return to daily life?
The name of Hymirnin began to be cheered by the people of Suomir, and the Silver Guard Knights, who chose to stand with the church, eventually reformed and became the first generation of the Holy Knights. Many Padrosi people who had fled the civil war began to evacuate to Suomir, and after hesitation, the Suomir people finally chose to open their arms to them.
Heinzwom, they chanted.
He became a hero to Suomir, who saved him from the threat of the Empire.
But the place outside Suomir turned into a sea of fire.
And he doesn't remember that he actually did anything very important to defeat the Empire.
Just out of nowhere, really, it all ended.
In June 1342, he was the leader of the great Holy Knights and the general marshal of the coalition forces.
Disappeared from his room.
He started wandering with only a few coins and no weapons.
Hemelin grew a beard and long hair and wore dirty clothing to avoid recognition. The cheers and words of praise were extremely harsh to him. He wanted to explain to everyone countless times that the real hero was her, the dead she.
But from now on, they will probably only remember her as the "Saint of the White Church."
Probably no one would remember the name Sage Sania.
He hung around in the tavern, doing some basic moving work like a coolie to earn money for drinks. He went all the way north like this, living in confusion for a whole year.
Suomir, surrounded by Talwar-Sutta, is a paradise. When other places on the entire east coast are raging at war, this is the only independent pure land.
And here he is, turning a deaf ear to everything in the outside world, escaping, and hiding in hiding.
Until a thunderstorm night in July 1343.
Haymelin, who was sleeping in the woodshed of his employer's house, had a dirty beard. The roof next to him was leaking, and water dripped all over the floor.
Thunder and lightning flashed from time to time through the gap, and a centipede crawled across his body, but he was as motionless as a dead corpse, and it still crawled across from the other side.
"Boom——!!"
The sounds of lightning and thunder sounded one after another, each one getting closer than the other, making him frown.
"Bu...where is the cloth?" The hoarse-voiced Haimirning turned around to find some cloth to plug his ears. However, as soon as he got up, he only heard a huge "boom" Click——!!”
Like lightning hitting the door of the woodshed, a strong air flow blew in through the gap and made the iron bolt on the door rattle.
"——————" The continuous tinnitus made Haimirning miserable. He rolled from the simple bed to the ground. The moment it was exposed to the rain, his whole body became wet, but when he got up again, he couldn't. Suddenly, I found that the surrounding air began to get colder.
"Ha——" It was still midsummer, but the breath he exhaled turned into white mist.
"What's this--"
"Bang!!!" The door was knocked open by something, and thunder and lightning illuminated the entire house in an instant.
"Dang! Iluna——" The sound of metal hitting the ground sounded, and then clean white light illuminated the interior. Looking at the down and dirty Haimirning, Erica frowned.
"How did you become such a virtuous person?"
"Have you found the boy?" Another voice sounded next to him, and then the entire woodshed was torn open by something.
Dazzling white light shone, and walking out from behind was a tall woman with white hair, eyebrows and eyelashes, golden vertical pupils and pointed ears, who was at least two meters tall.
"Ha..." She looked at Haimirning and sighed disdainfully.
"Get up, you are so fragile, how can you be the help we hope for?"
"What...mean?" Haimelning replied in a hoarse voice. At this moment, he finally got used to the light and began to see the two people coming clearly.
"I heard that you ran away from home without even taking your sword, but that's just right."
"Dang-!!" Erica took something from behind and threw it in front of him.
The rain fell and wet Haymelin's body, and he looked at the thing that made a metallic trembling, and it seemed that he couldn't take his eyes away at a glance.
The thing stuck on the ground was a big sword. It had a simple appearance and a typical Suomir inverted V gauntlet, but the blade was very unique.
Under the magical light emanating from the spear in Erica's hand, the patterns on the blade were as vivid as mountains and flowing water.
"This is not a weapon that can be found in the world. It is made of solid materials that even the craftsmen Suomir is proud of are unable to do anything about." Erica paused: "It is forged from the core iron of the meteorite, plus the hardness ratio The best hard steel is even higher.”
"Dragon Bones."
"This is made by the craftsmen of the Moon Country. Only they have the ability to fold these two materials together to create a strong blade."
"She commissioned me to make it for you." The tall woman next to her added.
"It's just that I couldn't give it to you personally after all." Erica sighed.
"..." Haimirning stepped forward and grasped the hilt of the big sword.
"I hope you can cut off the confusion in your heart, Haimirning."
"I hope you can cut through the darkness in front of you."
"I hope you can move forward with this sword and open up a future that you deserve."
"If I am no longer here, I hope you can hold it and move forward to bring them hope and new life."
"Her exact words." Erica looked at Haymelin with a complicated expression as he pulled out the sword from the ground.
"I hope, in the name of this sword."
"Kill (kill) everything (lai) one (mo) chel (er)"
"Clay...Merle?"
"It's an ancient language, and she is also proficient in this language. Merle means an ideal land that should not exist, which is what humans call utopia. Clay can be said to be cutting, or it can be said to be opening."
"This is a very meaningful name. It opens the way to an ideal land that does not exist. Or it can even cut open things that do not exist. She made a pun."
"Klemmer..." Haimelning held it and looked at it deeply.
"Okay, this is just one of the reasons why we are here. What I am going to say next is a bit complicated. I hope your brain can keep up." Erica was silent for a moment, then turned her head to the side. Tall women.
"We hope, young man, you." The woman with golden vertical eyes opened her mouth, revealing her long and pointed canine teeth.
"Use that sword."
"Kill 'her'."
"She?" "Boom -!!" There was lightning and thunder in the sky, and the raindrops that followed suddenly turned into hail. Haimirning looked at the two of them blankly. He realized something, but he just accepted it rationally. No.
"You must have noticed the weirdness of the weather this year."
"It's the middle of summer, but it's hot and cold."
"I'll just say it straight to the point." Erica looked at Haimirning with a serious face.
"This is the result of the overflow of high-concentration magic power."
"And at the center of it all is someone who was supposed to have died two years ago."
"You." The woman who was obviously Bailong Rumiqi lowered her head and looked at him.
"Do you know the existence of witches?"
