"The brothers and sisters in the team are elves. ”

Met with the disgusted, frightened, and suspicious eyes of her playmates, Chloe shook her head and spoke happily.

"Sister Brunhill is an elf, Brother Tyr is an elf, and everyone at V.E is an elf and is very good to me. ”

Young elves who have undergone rigorous military education and training rarely do anything out of the ordinary, and no matter how much they hate humans, venting to a 5-year-old human girl who has never done anything to elves is completely outside their moral bottom line. Unless there are exceptional circumstances, or there is a clear written instruction. Aggression and murder of young children like the human/orc armies will not be approved of by the elves at all.

Not to mention the colonel's order was there, and disobeying the military order to go to a court-martialed was something they simply did not dare to imagine.

"They're elves! Didn't the fairy tale books say that they would often catch lost children and disobedient children to eat?"

"Liar! That's all liar!"

The little girl stood up and loudly refuted the elf image in the standard children's book, and the rebellious aura made the boys immediately shut up.

"Sister Brunhill taught me how to turn the rope, comb my hair, and talk to me, all of the fairy tale books are lies!

"It's meant to be for the little ghosts......"

The grumbling boy closed her mouth after a roll of Chloe's eyes, and the little girl continued to tell the truth of what she had seen.

"The elves are very beautiful, with long pointed ears like deer ears, and skin as white as cotton. Blonde or silver-white hair, eyes as blue as the sky...... But the most beautiful is Li Lin, who not only has wheat-colored skin, but also black hair and red eyes. ”

The description of the elf is roughly correct, and the choice of words to describe the appearance of a certain president is obvious...... It's a bit out of place. It doesn't use honorifics to reflect the proper attitude towards authority. It's a bit ...... to describe a man as pretty

"It's more beautiful than the elf sister!"

The little girl's simple expression due to her lack of vocabulary made the deviation even more violent, and with a simple word, she classified the impression of Li Lin on the children who listened to this narration in the basement into the classification of xenomorphic creatures called [Pseudo-Niang], and at the same time, her subtle and ambiguous eyes were cast on Roland, who felt bad.

"Look...... Look at what!!"

The teased eyelier saw that his scalp was numb, and Roland shouted.

This is also Chloe's victim, and the words are biased to lead to the results of zhì's cup.

"Ahhhhhhhh

Anxious to divert the awkward focus, Roland searched for words in his brain that could be used as material. The object of the conversation that made the parents look very nervous - [the box that will make the world crazy once opened] blurted out without thinking about it.

"Nun, do you know that there is anything special in the sleeping mountains of Asgard, where the Mother Goddess of the Far North is sleeping, and what is the [Power to Guide the Change of World Form]?"

"Roland. Where did you hear that? And who told you that?"

Sister Patti, who was quite accomplished in theological research, suddenly turned pale, and she knew religious texts and ancient legends well, she was much more sensitive than Roland's mother, who was keen on non-mainstream research and housework, and she could immediately grasp the essence of the problem with just a few vague keywords, and the nun who knew the answer was seized by taboo and fear.

"Mom and Dad said that. Says that the chest that Chloe saw from the elves has the power to change the world. ”

The nun's violent reaction frightened Roland, and after hastily stating the general process, the boy, who could not contain his curiosity and excitement, continued to ask:

"Is there really such a thing? is there any kind of giant danger or magic in the box that will bring disaster to the world when it is opened?"...,

"No, it's not something like that. That's a huge force. It can bring happiness and light, but it can also cause irreparable disasters to the world. Which one will be depends on how the user uses it. ”

"Uh...... I don't quite understand, can it be simpler?"

"It's like a flame. ”

To a group of children who don't yet understand the inherent two-sided nature of things. The nuns patiently did the popular analogy education.

"When we are cooking, keeping warm from the cold, [fire] is essential. But when bad people use fire to do bad things, like burning houses, burning others. That would be a very dangerous and destructive force that would take precious lives. There is no such thing as good or evil in the fire itself, but it follows the good and evil of the user. It will be up to you whether you want to bring warmth and good food, or a hell of fire. ”

The children looked at each other with a look of abrupt realization, and after a brief stretch of her brow, Sister Patty continued in a worried tone:

"It's the same thing that has been sleeping in the Asgard Mountains for thousands of years, and if used properly, it can usher in a happy and beautiful future. If used incorrectly, the world will collapse hopelessly in an instant. ”

Perhaps it is not impossible to become a worse hell than that, and the nun who has survived the realm of Shura knows it very well. Judging from the expressions in past history, it is impossible to overstate the importance attached to the content and meaning it represents.

"That'...... What the hell is that?"

Listening to the violent agitation of the heart that was about to burst, the instinct in the body was also shouting "Don't ask]. But the excitement of stupid curiosity and horror swelled and hypertrophied, and even instinct was suppressed by this violent urge to seek the truth. The questions that came out were like fascination, incomparably clear and yet incomparably distant. After asking questions in a trance, Roland swallowed the cold saliva and looked nervously at the nun, who was as silent as a stone statue.

Every child waited, forgetting that their parents were not around, that they were in an enclosed underground space, that they had forgotten the series of vibrations that did not resemble the forces of nature, that they had forgotten all this kind of uneasiness, and looked at the nun quietly, waiting for the answer that she would surely say.

"I don't know it's better" - the nun wanted to say that.

By her age, she was deeply tired of [that thing]. Forget about the qiē associated with it. It is the consensus of everyone to bury it deep in the dark curtain of history. Once the truth is known, the heavy pressure and despair will also be passed on to the new generation that should have nothing to do with it.

[It's the elves who are looking for that power.] - lamenting the reincarnation of fate, and understanding that no matter what, the exoneration will not come. Biting her lower lip to shake off the emptiness of wasted time, the nun let out a difficult sound.

"That's ...... A sword. ”

"Sword?"

The most imaginative children are also unable to draw any line of connection between the weapons they wield with one or both hands and the immense power that changes the world, and the uncanny that fills the realm of adults is not yet within their reach.

"Is it a sword with great magical power, is it a powerful magic weapon that can flatten a mountain with a single swing?"

"Isn't it so sharp that no matter what kind of armor, shield, or even defensive magic, you can easily cut it in two?"

"It must be decorated with beautiful gold and silver ornaments, inlaid with rubies, sapphires, emeralds, crystals, ......"

With a clear shape, the children unfold their imagination and depict all kinds of handsome and beautiful swords and magic swords. I also imagined how glorious it would be to hold such a famous and handsome sword.

It's so relaxing.

Imagine what you can't do yourself, ignorant of the weight of the world.

The children speculated exaggeratedly and excitedly. Sister Patti smiled wryly. ...,

A razor-sharp sword, a magic sword that splits mountains with a single blow, and a sword worthy of the wealth of an entire city.

These swords are the dreams of warriors and collectors, and if you choose one and throw it into the crowd, it will cause fierce competition and even strife, and the charm value of the sword is impeccable.

But.

Compared to the unimaginable and unacceptable concept of "changing the world", there is no actual pressure experienced. Imagination that cannot be felt heavy can only be said to be childish, both by specific definition and by the imaginer himself.

"After more than a thousand years, no one can still remember the appearance of that sword, and now, some places have forgotten that there is such a sword in the world. But the sword does exist in the place where the Mother Goddess sleeps, and it will reappear at the appointed time. At that time, the special meaning given to it will also be revealed, and the immediate consequence will be—"

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"War. ”

Spit out the words that condensed millions of lives behind him, and Li Nadu's face could almost wring out lead.

"The world now does have problems of one kind or another. It is not bad to say that it is a false peace under distortion. But in any case, it is better than a war that detonates because of a hot head. ”

Only after witnessing the lightness and pain of the passing of life can we understand the preciousness and beauty of life. In order to respect and cherish life from the bottom of our hearts.

What a simple truth, a short sentence that can be finished in one breath.

Li Nadu lost many of his comrades. Witnessing the deaths of far more civilians in an instant, the world is still at the mercy of the signposts of history, standing still in the bloody and cold swamp.

Since then, the brave knight has understood the irrationality of the world from the depths of his soul, and has taken the holy sword Dilandar into his sheath and started a secluded life in the village of Bode.

It is precisely because of this that at this moment, in order to stop the people who shed blood and sacrificed for unknown reasons. Rinado raised his sword again, the shiny tip of Dilandar pointing to the source of what was about to stir up a new round of strife.

"Are you going to start a new war?"

"The strife and war in the world will never end until the next action begins, right? No matter what you do or nothing you do, wars will always come and go, just as people will keep giving birth. ”

With his eyes squeezed at Li Nadu, who was speechless about reality, Li Lin continued to pour out sarcastic conclusions:

"Just when His Excellency the Regiment Commander was talking about peace and life. In some corner of the vast world, there is still strife, and a life is dying casually - starving, burning, stabbing, hacking, raping...... All sorts of ways of ending life are constantly being staged, and the vendetta between the races has not stopped for a moment even after the armistice has been concluded, let alone the scum of the [Scavengers]. All that aside, aren't the adult men and some of the women in the village covered in blood before they can enjoy a peaceful life?"

The stinger of mockery pierced deep into the heart, trying to refute but unable to find the words available.

"Take back your words. Otherwise......!!"

Vicious words are the greatest insult to them, and if a vicious mouth does not retract the words that completely negate the lives of the members of the Order, the conversation will not have to continue.

Even if what Li Lin said was not half a lie, this kind of thing would not be able to ignore human life. Utterly ruthless, he said.

"If you're wrong, don't be reminded. I will also retract what I have said and apologize at the same time. ”

Brushing away the broken hair on his forehead, the young man still had a sneering expression, bored with the face that had almost no expression other than a smile, Li Nadu sighed to himself.

"There is no meaning to provoke a war lightly. After all, the situation is far from developing to the point where it is necessary to solve the problem by force. It doesn't do us any good to start a war, we want a place where we can live in peace, not a ruin covered in corpses after a war. ”...,

"That being the case. Go back to your own place—"

"Forgive me, we have come from afar, not to return empty-handed, for the great plan to change the world. That power is an important part that can't be missing in any way, after all—"

Raising the pitch slightly, as if to crush Li Nadu's shoulder with words, confirming the force on the head of the Knights, the bend and closure of the lip line revealed the mystery.

"[Sword of Glory of Kingship], [Sword of Overlord] - GRAM. ”

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"Kingship...... The Sword?Gram?"

Ignorant childish voices regurgitate unfamiliar words. Roland, who could not yet understand the mystery, looked at the nun whose face was only depressed.

Sister Patti was not feeling well?Looking worriedly at the nun with a slightly pale face and beads of sweat on her chin, Roland was about to ask if the nun was unwell, and another question was handed to the nun before him.

"Nun. Is there anything special about that sword?"

Chloe's curiosity was nothing out of the ordinary, but the straightforward question added a bit of pressure to the nun. History, faith, responsibility, guilt constantly oozing from the cracks in the chest The bad feeling continues to expand. The urge to escape from the children's presence grows, and the enclosed space deep underground and the knocking on the door that promises peace are delayed to kill the feasibility of escape.

[Even if you run away now.] Is it possible to escape from the shadow of that power? In the end, it is just a matter of constant avoidance. 】

There was a wail in her heart, and Sister Patti's face became worse.

The sword was associated with an inglorious history of entanglements between humans and orcs, including the accumulated hatred of the elves. The negative inheritance passed down from generation to generation thousands of years ago continues to extend and increase in value, and the huge interest accumulated is enough to crush the body and mind of the person in contact, and drive people crazy.

It's like a constant cycle - no, to this day, it's a curse that kills the toucher.

A curse that has been carried and deepened and extended from generation to generation......

"Nun, nun!"

The panicked and anxious children's voices exploded in their ears, and when they came back to their senses, they found the children's panicked and worried faces.

"Nun, are you alright? you're sweating a lot, is it a cold?"

Roland brought the glass of water, and the nun wiped the sweat from her face with her cuffs, and took it tremblingly. Gulp down cool water to cool down your body on the verge of disorder. Calm down and the mind perceives the coldness of the wet clothes, and the heat returns to the body.

Make a smiling face and wave your hand to show that you are okay. The nun sorted out her thoughts of being caught up in the whirlpool of madness and lost her mind, and her face gradually returned to her normal blood color.

Confirming that the beloved nun was all right, the children smiled innocently and reassuringly, and their innocent faces pierced Sister Patti's heart like pins and needles.

These children are innocent, and have nothing to do with Gram or what happened thousands of years ago. But in the eyes of that race, it is the sin of mankind to be born as a human being and to live as a human being, and the bill that has been extended to this day will be paid by this generation sooner or later.

"Chloe, are the elves treating you well?"

After hearing it once was not enough to dispel the worries about the elves' angry behavior, and after the little girl was slightly confused by the delusional questioning of the murder, the little knowledge of the elven youth collected from the child's perspective was returned to the silent nun to the greatest extent that Chloe could do.

[It's no different from human children.,Except for the difference in appearance and a serious and almost stereotypical style of acting.,There's nothing else special.,It's just a group of ordinary young people.] 】

Filtering out the vague parts, the core impression of the description was accurately formed in the nun's mind, but the lament in her heart was even heavier. ...,

As long as elves are still elves, humans are still humans. The fact of hostility cannot be changed, and sooner or later the younger generation, who are essentially indistinguishable between the two sides, will fight each other, corpses will be piled up on the battlefield, and meaningless blood will continue to be shed.

This is fate, a cycle that cannot be escaped, and it will last forever.

"Gramm, the sword of kingship, is a testament to the contract between the Mother Goddess and the Wise Seed, and a symbol of world hegemony. ”

A mournful voice fell from the nun's mouth, and there was only emptiness in the deep pupils of her eyes, which was difficult to maintain even consciousness.

The sword left by the Creator for the creation of zào things, witnessing the best times and the saddest times.

It was supposed to be a testimony of the Mother Goddess's love for the world she had created, the key to bringing the world into an ideal place free of war and disaster.

"After the mother goddess Marfa created zào, in order to prevent the world from falling into the ugly and useless friction and dispute between many races. He responded to the prayer of the elves, who were the long-lived wisdom of the time, who were the best at magic at the time, to pray for peace and a prosperous future. The holy word of "building a nation and guiding the races" was conveyed to all the elves. The elves who received the oracle also received the token of the mother goddess, and used that token as proof to lead humans, orcs, dwarves, dwarfs and other intelligent species to establish the world's first country, that is, [Gilmania]. ”

"That token...... Is it Gramm?"

"That's right, on the front and back are the sword of the Elven Prayer and the Mother Word—Gram. Before the elven kings of Gilmania abdicated the throne, they would pass Gram to the next king, and the new king would go to Mount Asgard with the king's sword, and the mother goddess would confirm the contract and the new king's succession, ensuring the continued stability and prosperity of the country. Therefore, Graham was named the Sword of Glory and Kingship, which is a testimony to the contract between the intelligent life and the Mother Goddess, and a symbol of the kingship of Gilmania. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )