She had never walked this long before coming to Aurenia. The night sky is gray and the weather is getting colder. It's never been this cold in Shimmer Forest. She began to regret going south. I heard that there is also a shimmering forest in the south, but the locals call it a snowfield.
In the Frost Moon, snowflakes are not in demand. There is enough snow in Mortus this year, and most of it comes from elementalists of a related profession. However, it snows in the south for three months of April every year. Parsul didn't know why people didn't escape from this ghost place. Summer and warm winds bring life to all things, while severe cold only brings death. Alanwo relied on the light of the Broken Moon to survive the night, which she could not imagine.
Alanvor is an elven kingdom that originated from the ancient mysterious city of Kamaria. Their ancestors worshiped the moon and lived with werewolves. This is a barbaric act, because werewolf sacrifices are mainly based on flesh and blood. Parsul originally thought that she would never have anything to do with the Alanwo elves in her life, but she didn't expect that it would become the only place that could take her in. Times are unpredictable. It seems that I still have to put my tail between my legs and be a human being to avoid being chased away as an alien. After all, she grew up in Saint-Valoran, and everywhere else was a foreign land to her.
A foreign land is better than a prison cell. After escaping from the prison life of the manor, Parsour truly felt the vitality of life. She makes bows and arrows, applies oil paint, and weaves belts and ropes from plants. While escaping, she also set traps to confuse her pursuers. This forest is not yet full of dangers for mysterious creatures. Forest races have different lifestyles from humans, and Parsur tried hard to adapt to the latter. As a result, every time she raised an opinion, it seemed like she was making trouble unreasonably. Imperial nobles like to be surrounded by servants, mostly mortals whose labors are incomparable to those of mythical creatures.
The forest race will give mortals the opportunity to become mysterious, rather than giving them dispensable positions. It is disgraceful to waste life and fire. She receives gifts from nature and will dedicate herself to nature at the end of her life. This is the order of the forest.
While Parsour reveled in the long-lost order, there was only one thing that disappointed her. Needless to say what it is. After riding over a hillside, she grilled a pheasant under the pine trees, but the knight laughed at her. "Why didn't your Heather teach you to respect the life of prey?" But his tone was by no means an apology for the half-cooked bird on the flame. "Or is it the highest level of respect to not season things?"
A guy who does all kinds of evil and turned into a Knight of Silver Song with the help of imperial nobles. Does he really understand the meaning of respect?
"It is almost your specialty that humans misunderstand the teachings of Heather," Parsour said. "Thanksgiving for life does not mean mercy. Sometimes the shepherds will burn the budding branches because they block the shrubs from getting sunlight. Nature has its own laws. You Aurenia have unique laws, even Alanwo."
"There is only one law in the world, and that is that the victor does whatever he wants."
Parsul looked at him - although magic can limit the knight's mysterious power, he himself is still quite dangerous, so she will take protective measures in advance when she leaves to find prey. Otherwise, she herself would become prey... But they both knew that there were other ways to solve the problem, and this behavior was nothing more than Parsur's revenge. "Perhaps what you said makes sense." She replied, "When the empire trampled on the laws of the forest, Order watched silently." Of course, no one expected them. Not all gods are heathers. "But I'm not as arrogant as you." She breathed, making the flames grow brighter.
Parsur doesn't mind eating raw food, but humans are different. Mortals can't live without fire. Mysterious creatures are better, but habits die hard. She licked her lips. It's actually not that difficult. There aren’t many plants on the property, but Parsour misses the exquisite food there. Unfortunately, I have tasted freedom, and it is far better than the taste of food.
Most of the time, the atmosphere between them was not so tense. Joey rarely spoke and ignored Parsur's questions. To be honest, this greatly reduces the occurrence of friction. Every time she regretted her soft-heartedness, it was after an unpleasant exchange. I should have left him to feed the wild beasts so even Heather wouldn't blame me.
But she still had to say it. "Do you still have family?"
Joey didn't answer.
This time is different. Parsul was not expecting his response. The wind and snow became heavier as they went south, and after entering the confines of the castle, she finally began to fear. Although Aurenia is very different from Ao no Mori, it still has the same climate. But Alanwo is a terrifyingly cold place. Legend has it that its end is connected to hell, the Kingdom of Death in Suvilier.
"I once had a younger brother," she said, "but he was only a mortal and could not ignite the fire anyway. He died of the plague a hundred years ago..."
"...Your mother is the high priest of Saint Valoran. She is still alive. You said this."
Parsul stared at him, "Did I say?" No way. I'm afraid he found out through some special means. She knew that Joey knew the water fairy's real name before she opened her mouth and could control Gopher's poisonous insects. He wasn't human, not half of it. But no matter what, she never mentioned her family...
...with one exception. Parsul had prayed to Heather, but there was no place for the forest god in Mortus's manor, so she had to imagine that there was a place for him in the reliefs of the gods. But how could Joey hear it?
"Rego and I switched shifts."
Well, she found out later that he understood Elvish. Parsul cut the vines angrily and tugged at his arm. "Can you shut up and listen?"
"I'm not that deer." The knight shook her off. But he is not without improvement.
After leaving Aurenia, he became silent and nervous, just like her. Perhaps he finally realized that he was freed from some kind of shackles to which he had long been accustomed, and that the unchanging law was reflected in a completely new form. The wilderness and jungle bring eternal loneliness, and loneliness can be frightening and painful, but eventually, he will quiet down and begin to examine his soul.
The night she became the Blue Saint, she spent alone in the temple. That was her last night of freedom. Persul found a gap in the stone wall behind the altar, and she got in without hesitation, taking it as Heather's guidance. She walked deeper and deeper, the stone walls became dim and bright again, the feet were steep and flat again, and only loneliness was eternal. She seemed to be walking in a dream, experiencing a hazy baptism. She reached the finish line.
At the end of the rock gap is light and shadow, the cycle of time, the high dome, and the ancient and pale moon on the treetops. Parsur crawled out of the crevice in the corner and came face to face with Heather's idol.
There is no temple to Heather in Alanvor, however. Parsour didn't know what Joey would find in the silence, and perhaps he would still be clinging to his original purpose. She didn't dare to mention her family again, so she had to find another topic. "Sterling's experiment was for McAdam?"
"No one. He is a madman who only cares about the mysterious nature."
"What a big proposition. Why is he interested in this aspect?"
"Because he can't do anything else. His profession means that he cannot become an officer. As the second son of the Sterling family, he has no inheritance rights... Damn, the fundamental reason is that he is a madman. What are madmen interested in? ?I’m not interested anyway.”
"You hate it so much," Parsul said. "You want to stop the wizard's experiments. Why?" He didn't even understand Sterling's true purpose. "The Poem of the Lake is a treasure of the forest, precious but harmless. Even if the wizard recreates the profession through its effect, it will not cause irreparable consequences." With the results filled by the life of the original source, Heather follower Pa Ersul would never approve, but Joey was different. This obstacle is equivalent to nothing in the face of strength. Or is he only targeting Sterling?
The knight glanced at her. "You don't understand at all."
"Because I have no clue. Sterling reproduced the recipe for the Poem of the Lake, and I can guess what he is planning. You can't."
Joey narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a moment. Suspect. Do not believe. Stereotypes die hard. But that's not my problem. Parsour felt that he was also targeting him. But I had only seen him once before in Holly Canyon. What kind of hatred could this create?
Fortunately, he finally spoke: "Bernard Sterling modified 'Dark Night', mostly to improve the ability of Fire to accept a second career."
"What is 'dark night'?"
"Powerful patterns."
Even though his wording was strange, Parsul understood. "That's a magic pattern." The Silver Song Knight is undoubtedly the best among mysterious creatures. It's unbelievable that there are people who don't understand the existence of magic patterns...except for the guy who may be cheating. "The magic pattern that transforms fire? I seem to have heard of it."
"It comes from the alchemy of dwarves. At first, the Holy Church sold the finished product to mysterious creatures who needed to strengthen their physiques in a short period of time. After killing people, the judicial authorities classified it as contraband, collected it and destroyed it."
Could it be that the wizards of the Mercury Temple do not conduct quality inspections before putting their products on the market? "I guess they have to deal with complaints."
"No, I'll handle the damn job, along with the destruction. Contraband doesn't work that well, and Sterling needs it."
You kept one of them, didn't you? Parsuer was no longer surprised. "I believe this is the duty of the Knight of Silver Song." She said with sarcasm.
The knight stretched out his hand, and although the magic was still effective, her heart skipped a beat in fear. Joey didn't pick up the weapon. His palm brushed his shoulder, retracting like a snake's bite before touching it. "The knights transferred to defend the temple do not belong to the Silver Song Knights."
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