"This, this is ..............."

Looking at the monster in front of her, Orphen couldn't believe her eyes, only to see that among the rubble of the place, a half-opened, lychee-like round object congealed from carrion was lying in it. Perhaps because of Jenny's silver arrows, the first half of the "lychee" has been blown out of a notch, and it looks as if it has been gnawed by a mouse. However, what attracted the attention of the two was the existence inside the lychee.

I saw that in the carrion and blood that was close to melting, the bodies of several elves were faintly visible -- they were like reliefs on the wall, and they were like reliefs on the walls, so that they could even be seen that their hands and feet had melted from the joints, and the muscles and veins inside were mixed with other parts to form some kind of disgusting and strange existence. Their skin was torn apart, and the muscles inside were almost integrated with the inner wall, inseparable from each other. The slightly trembling flesh and blood couldn't stop oozing black and filthy blood, emitting some kind of unpleasant stench. The black liquid flowed silently out of the cracks, and then spread out to the surrounding area, and it didn't take long to completely encapsulate the monster's body itself -- it seemed that its body contained far more water than it looked.

"Teacher, everyone!"

Seeing these elves, Orphin hurried over, and she took three steps and two steps to the wreckage, which had not yet completely melted, and looked at the elves within, with complicated eyes--although she did not know how her companions had become like this, but just by looking at what had happened to them, she could imagine what kind of pain and calamity they had suffered.

I don't know if I heard Orfen's call. The elves who had melted into the inner walls slowly raised their heads and looked in the direction of Orphen. There was only a blank blank in their eyes, like a messenger of nothingness and death. Then the elves opened their mouths. The same voice was heard.

"Orphen......... Orfen ..............."

"Teacher......... Everybody ............"

Looking at the miserable situation of these elves in front of him, listening to their low, seemingly emotionless cries, Orphin couldn't help but take two steps back. It wasn't until she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders that she stopped, and Alphin turned her head in surprise to see Jenny standing behind her, her heart beating fiercely.

But even so, the scene in front of him still made Orphin unbearable to look at directly, and the bodies of those elves were buried in the wall formed by the condensation of flesh and blood. Their skulls were broken, revealing their quivering brains, which were wrapped around them with countless thin white threads resembling spider silk. Just looking at it makes people feel disgusting. And what is even more frightening is that even so, they seem to be or the same, trembling slightly, as if they are still immersed in pain and unable to extricate themselves.

"Lord Windranger. They, they ........."

"They're dead."

Orphin didn't say it, but Jenny knew exactly what she wanted to say, so she just glanced inside. The answer was given. And hearing her answer, Orfen's face was also pale for a moment, although reason had already told her the same answer. But deep down in Orfen's heart, she longs for a miracle. Maybe their teachers aren't dead, and maybe there's a way to get them out. But alas. Jenny's answer destroyed the last glimmer of hope in her heart. This is reality, not a heroic story, not a game, and fantasy is ultimately just fantasy, not reality.

"Orphen......... Orphin ........."

The mechanical, muffled call sounded again, and it was only then that the two of them saw that on the necks of these elves, where the trachea should have been, was replaced by a long vessel, and it swelled and swelled, as if inflated to transport the air current, and it was precisely because of this that the mouths and vocal cords of those elves were able to move, but it was only that, just look at their godless, dark and deep eyes to know that they were dead.

"Windranger-sama, I, what should I do?"

Hearing the call, Orphin shuddered again, and she turned her head helplessly to look at Jenny beside her. Hearing her inquiry, Jenny thought for a moment, then looked at the elf girl in front of her, reached out and patted her shoulder gently.

"Since they are your companions, it is better for you to give them eternal rest."

"By me, by me?"

"That's right, if you think you can't do it, then it's okay to let me come."

Hearing Jenny's answer, Alphen lowered her head and was silent for a moment. Then when the elf girl looked up again, she bit her lip as if she had made up her mind, and then she spoke.

"No, Lord Windranger, just leave it to me, they are my companions and teachers, let me come, it's my responsibility, it's my obligation..............."

"Okay."

Hearing Alfen's answer, Jenny didn't say anything more, she just nodded, and then took two steps back. At this time, Orphen also took a deep breath, and then she turned her head and looked at the elves in front of her again. She looked at faces she knew no longer before, most of whom were her friends and companions, who had been born, raised, and played with her in the forest. Of course, the relationship between them is not particularly good, and they pay attention to their sister far more than themselves. In fact, most of the time, Orphin stood alone and watched them gather around her sister. Or excited about what she's doing, or happy about her progress. But Alphen took it for granted, because her sister was better and more talented than herself, and she was more beautiful and sang better. Not only did she become the priest in charge of serving the forest goddess in the forest at a young age, but her sister was always the first in various competitions. It's like this every time, and every time everyone is looking at her, not themselves. Even my mother always looked at my sister with appreciation, as if this patrol, if it weren't for my sister's absence, she shouldn't have done it herself.........

That's right, it wasn't supposed to be your own. It's like this time, if it weren't for the fact that she knew which way to go, then the other elves were actually more competent than herself. He wasn't the best Ranger in the kingdom, nor was he a great druid, although in this regard, Orphin had worked hard, hard to learn. But she still can't be as good as her sister, or even as good as other elites. She remembered that in the patrol, it only took a short time for the teacher to teach others a spell, but it took several times longer for her to understand and master the spells. Not only that, but even so, she often forgets the spell, which is why her mother will give her "natural blessings". Because my mother also knows very well that there is no way to protect herself by relying on her own ability. Unlike my sister......... She is always so perfect, even when she goes out to practice, she is far more adapted to the human living environment than ordinary elves. But Orphen herself always had a peculiar fear of the outside world, and she was afraid to leave. But Orphin had thought about leaving here, if she wasn't an elf, if she wasn't the daughter of her mother............

Thinking of this, Orphin clenched the scepter, and for some reason, at this time, a strange feeling suddenly surged into her heart. It was a feeling that Orphin had never felt since she was born, she only felt very sad, but this sadness seemed to be different from the sadness of losing her friends and teachers, this sadness was even colder, and even made Orphin feel a trace of anger. It was as if a cold flame was burning deep inside her at the moment, and Orphin couldn't figure out what it meant, but she knew what she was supposed to do now.

The girl raised the scepter in her hand.

With the sound of the incantation, the collapsing pillar of flame light suddenly erupted, soaring into the sky. The remains of the monster, along with the elves' bodies that had not yet been completely melted, were completely blackened in the flames and vanished. And Alfen just stared blankly at the pillar of fire in front of her, looking at the burning flame in front of her, Alfen only felt that the flame in her heart that was originally very uncomfortable and oppressed herself almost breathless seemed to be gradually extinguishing, and it also made her feel a sense of relief.

All the best.

Jenny, who was standing next to her, looked at the pillar of fire, narrowed her eyes, and then she turned to Alphen, and a faint smile flashed in the corner of her eye--in fact, even Orphin herself probably didn't notice it, and when she looked at the pillar of fire, under the reflection of the firelight, she could see that the corners of the elf girl's mouth were slightly upturned, and a wonderful arc appeared.

She was laughing.

Seeing this scene, Jenny also nodded slightly. She could feel that with the soaring flames, at this moment, in the depths of the elf girl's heart, something that had been hidden in it was breaking out of the shell, and this was exactly what Jenny expected to see, the key to Orphin's transformation.

Now it seems that Her Royal Highness the princess has finally taken the first step according to Jenny's expectations. (To be continued.) )