The killer climbed the stairs.
The stone castle shook, the towers and candlesticks trembled, even the icons were unstable. Although these things look strong, they are actually fragile. Once people lose sight of the sky, they will have no peace of mind. Only cattle and sheep find shelters that are closed on all sides and shut themselves up. Parsul spent most of her time in exile in the auditorium because she could see the garden and the sky here, and she didn't have to worry about escaping - naturally, she wouldn't escape, and worry didn't belong to her. She refused once when the high priest asked her to escape the forest on Luna.
"I have nowhere to run," she told herself.
Saint Valoran wanted to get rid of her, the former Saint of the Blue. Of course they wanted to, and they tried again and again. Parsur's final days in Shimmering Forest were not easy. She faces doubts and censure every day, as well as assassins and poisons—poisons that only nature elves can craft to rival the drow. The druid can transform into any harmless animal, and the blades they target her with are provided by the young men who once supported her. Parsul knew what they wanted, war and revenge, but not her. You put me on the throne, but you are not satisfied with it.
In contrast, life in the penal colony has returned to tranquility. Parsul enjoys the treatment of a princess, has nothing to worry about eating and drinking, and has nothing to do all day long. The price paid is only a trivial freedom. To be honest, the Blue Saint has no freedom. Her successor must get up before dawn, listen to the opinions of the forest like a smiling piece of wood, and must always worry about being ousted by opposition voices. After all, Saint-Valoran is a democracy and everyone's voice matters.
Except herself. The Blue Saint conveys Heather's voice, but she herself needs to be mute.
Now she doesn't have to play dumb. Parsul even had time to comb Luna's fur and knit a headband. She began to develop interests which the servants were content with as long as they were not too excessive. The Knight of Silver Song is very disciplined and never treats her differently based on her status as a hostage, so her journey to exile is like a vacation, with no deadline. I should be cheering. Which princess can be as leisurely and happy as me? At least I don’t have to worry about being married off to the ends of the earth.
But she is not a princess after all. Parsul is the Blue Saint of Saint Valoran and the founder of the Holly Agreement. She is not even qualified for marriage, and the man who can save Cang Zhimin will not marry her. The nature elves have long since decided to withdraw the blessing given to them by the goddess, and they prepared sharp blades and a new saint. Unfortunately it has not been successful yet.
They always failed, and on the battlefield with Orena, in the Autumn Leaves Walkway and the Elven Green, the Silversong Knights uprooted the forest positions. Saint Valoran's counterattack was only a weak retreat. Even the pine and oak trees looked more like soldiers than they did, Heather on top. My only victory was at Holly Canyon, but my kind were ashamed to admit it.
The killer's footsteps approached the auditorium.
Parsur didn't even bother to tense up. This is not my battle, it is just the end of the inevitable holiday. She didn't know why Aurenia had allowed her to live until now. Even if someone had to bear the crime of murdering the emperor, such a long time would be enough to explain. Assassins of the same race have repeatedly run into obstacles in front of the Silver Song Knight. In this case, perhaps it would be more interesting for her to die at the hands of others due to accidental injuries...
"Parsur"
Someone was calling her name, not in Common, not Elvish, but in Heather's language. I am asleep? Or hallucinating? The only person who could understand her faith at the moment was the missionary. It can't be him. Parsul thought to himself that he only loved his god, even if he showed respect for other people's beliefs.
"You belong to the goddess," the voice said.
Her heart was beating so hard that the blood gradually crept into her cheeks. pounding. pounding. You belong to the goddess. pounding. The beating sound was like a whisper. Parsul gritted his teeth and listened to his inner voice. This is the voice of life, the voice of God. Heather gave me free life, heat and throbbing. I belong to Him, even in a foreign land. He is guiding me, He is admonishing me, and He is giving me mercy. Only Heather would not abandon His people.
Parsur looked around blankly, then realized that there was no image of Him in this auditorium.
It doesn't matter. I can still hear His voice, and I am still under His wings. The satyr will save him and protect her, and the god can do anything... if he wishes. What are you doing here? Parsur questioned, but his voice caught in his throat.
She has never been ashamed of God. When the war with Aurenia broke out, Saint Valoran's stele gave no guidance. The high priest hinted to Parsur that he could use Heather's name to restrain Silverstone Valley if necessary. The Dragon Country can influence the outcome of the war, but it only follows the oracle of the stone tablet. This advantage quickly disappeared after the Silver Song Knights joined the battlefield, but before that, she tried her best to convince Feilong with her words. This was an achievement that Parsur was proud of, and my words can be compared with the stone tablets.
But when the cloud of defeat shrouded the shimmering forest, her voice gradually became fainter, and no one even listened to her screams. The last line of defense of the nature spirits collapsed under the iron heel of the empire. Parsul tried to save it, tried to rescue her people from the desperate situation, tried to turn to the gods for help, she could swear that she did everything she could. In front of Holly Canyon, the goddess finally heard her prayer.
I must end this endless war. Compared with Aurenia, Saint Valoran is like a withered leaf beside the fire. Resistance will only allow the Silver Song Knight to massacre the forest race. Heather asked her to protect the forest, but also to protect the natural life living in the forest. Accept failure and accept death, or wait for hope that never comes? Only fate can judge right or wrong. Warriors can face death calmly, and cowards can fantasize about miracles, but Parsul, the Blue Saint, only follows Heather's guidance.
To her herself, God's mercy failed to come. Saint Valoran has ushered in peace, and this peace is the reward of the forest's surrender to mankind. It is better to get what you ask for than to perish directly. Parsuer suspected that he would be described as a traitor by future generations as a betrayer of Cang Zhimin, but he did not expect revenge to come so quickly. She gave her all for Saint Valoran, but in the end she had to endure exile and confinement alone. Where was her Heather at this time?
"everywhere"
A sudden gust of cold wind blew through the corridor, and Parsur shivered. The heat generated by the heartbeat is blown away by the wind. everywhere. Heather has not abandoned me, but He cannot give me gifts. The gods have left Knox, and the source of my faith is nothing more than a faded and mottled stone tablet. The forest gives me life. Do I abandon God in despair? Or is it like a angry little girl full of grievances and dying?
She slowed her breathing. My Heather, my God of forest and life, where do you lead me? I'm dying, I don't want to live, I have nowhere to run... She felt tears blurring her vision. You deserve to die, Parsur, you deserve to go to hell. Why do you pray for mercy? You have failed the hometown and people you still love.
But here comes Heather. she thinks. He heard my call after all. No matter what, I can't just wait to die. The blades of the same clan are also better than those of Chu Yuan. Parsur stood up, his numb legs seemed to be frozen by ice. She backed away silently. She missed her chance to move forward, but maybe it was for the better.
Now, Rhaego was chasing some escaped prisoner away like a child chasing a butterfly. The Silver Song Knight is certainly not that naive. He bade Parsur seek refuge with his companions. If it were other prisoners who were keeping their duties, they would have climbed upstairs along the spiral stone steps. It was too late to leave now, but maybe she could scream for help. Silversong Knight Bogat is a powerful mysterious creature that can withstand any killer.
But even if he didn't want to die, Parsul wouldn't do that. I am the saint of Heather and will not bring death to others.
The situation in Aurenia is far more complicated than that of Saint Valoran. The assassins of the forest race will die under the sword of the Silver Song Knight, and the origin of the association is no exception. Otherwise, it will be her turn to sign the Holly Agreement as the winner. But this time it was different.
In a moment, the killer came to the door.
The auditorium had no door for a long time, and it was a mess inside and outside. The Silver Song Knight held his sword, his eyes as harsh as ice. His fingers were covered with blood-red ice.
"Good evening," she said. A puff of gray-white mist flew out from her palm and swept the room instantly.
The seeds sprouted and spread all around. In the white smoke, Parsul held his breath and waited quietly.
She didn't have to wait long. The fog gradually became heavier, and tiny ice crystals fell in the blink of an eye. The floor is covered with silver frost. Joey stood in front of the door, looking down at the abnormal sight created by magic. He was motionless, not even breathing in the white mist, Parsour noted ruefully.
"Do you like guarding the door?" she asked.
"I've seen every trick you use, green elf." The dandelion seeds were killed by the low temperature just after they sprouted. This damn guy had participated in the battle against Cangzhi Forest, and his ordinary tricks were too simple to even delay time. "Save it."
"It depends on my mood." Parsur said, "To be honest, can I pick someone else to do it? Evisceration is not a good way to die. Penetrating the heart is better, but civilized people know that steel is more convenient than fingers. Damn it, who sent you to torture me?”
The opponent had raised his sword and his movements were slightly slower upon hearing this. The sword light flashed, Parsuer tilted his head slightly, and then heard a holy statue shattering behind him. "Did you see it?"
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