The nightingale sings faintly, and listens gracefully, dyed with a hint of seeping smell in the dark and mysterious dark night magic forest.

Under the big tree, a bonfire is lit from a pile of dry wood and firewood, and the light of the fire drives away the darkness and brings warmth.

The woman with long burgundy hair like a waterfall, red lips as bright as blood, and a snow-white and delicate face sat directly on the ground despite the luxurious and beautiful palace dress on her body.

- Tired.

Although some of the animals and trees in the Enchanted Forest were afraid of the dark goddess Frances, and did not dare to stumble on Fenghua like a human who accidentally broke into the forest, after a day's drive under the scorching sun, his legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and he no longer looked like his own.

Frances, who does not have the power of human faith, is very weak. If you can't control the power of the gods, not to mention the miracle of reaching a thousand miles of shrinkage, even walking is a step and breathing.

There's no way, who calls the darkness hated by everyone.

The small animals returned to their nests, the humans slept, and only a few 'night owls' who came out of the day were left, still stubbornly holding on to the corner - this is also the reason for the existence of the Dark Goddess to this day.

Although most creatures in the world hate and fear the dark, the moment the sun sets over the sea and the night falls on the earth to envelop the enchanted forest, it is the home of Frances, the goddess of darkness.

It seems that even the extremely weak body is a little better.

Fenghua rubbed her sore calves with her hands, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart - she was probably the most unlucky god.

Nobody loves.

No divine powers.

To go to the elf clan, you have to walk by yourself step by step.

There can be no more sorrow.

Alas.

In the trees, several birds and squirrels watched her from afar, their eyes surprised and faintly afraid.

"This is the one who lives on the west side of the Enchanted Forest, right?"

"Why is she here?"

"Where is she going?"

Even if she no longer likes the dark, Frances, as a god, whether it is a human or an animal, does not dare to be disrespectful to her, and always uses the honorific title of 'adult'.

"What is she cooking?"

"It looks like a mushroom."

"It smells good, it smells good."

Under the trees, a simple and light stove is set up by a warm and bright campfire, and a few brightly colored and non-poisonous mushrooms float in the milky white soup in the pot, giving off a mouth-watering aroma.

Even the simplest ingredients will become extraordinarily delicious in the hands of Her Majesty the Empress.

The aroma of the creamy mushroom soup spreads far and wide.

And the little animals living in the Enchanted Forest, who had never smelled such a fragrant smell, quietly walked out from all around for a while, blinking their big eyes not far away, looking at the pure black court dress as if blending into the night, and the woman with long burgundy hair was gorgeous and charming.

I wanted to get closer, but I didn't dare.

My heart is very entangled.

"It's so fragrant, I want to eat it, my saliva is going to flow out......"

"No, I can't. She's the goddess of darkness. Mom said she was an evil deity. ”

As if she hadn't heard the whispers of the little animals, the woman conjured up a bowl, picked up the creamy mushroom soup in her white hand, and took a slow sip.

Then, turning her head slightly, she smiled at the little animals that were looking at her in awe and wonder not far away, picked up the bowl and asked, "Cream mushroom soup, do you want to try it?" ”

The movements are elegant and careless, and the smile is full of charm.

A little squirrel hugged the pine cone, stunned, and muttered, "...... Mistress Frances is so pretty. ”