Fighting the One-Eyed Demon is no longer a big deal for Glori, who has been through so many battles. Moreover, the one-eyed demon that appeared was not very tall, not even as tall as a pine tree that had been planted for five years.

Leaning over, dodging, and with a sword head-on, Glori took the one-eyed man down. In fact, at the beginning of the fight, Glori had already used a sword wave to drive away the one-eyed demon, but unfortunately the one-eyed demon was more stubborn than Glori imagined.

Now that he has defeated the One-Eyed Demon, it is only natural for Glori to find out why the illusion magic has been discovered. He looked at the poet and asked, "It's no coincidence that the magic of the illusion has been discovered." If that's the case, then it's not uncommon to see Titans even in Noah's Jungle!"

After tidying up the green round neck and lifting the leather chest guard, the poet didn't hide the embarrassment. Glori could see clearly that the poet's ears were red.

"Since the One-Eyed can discern illusion magic, we'd better get out of the mountain as soon as possible. Otherwise, we can't be sure what will come next. What if it's really a titan giant towering over the forest?"

Glory withdrew his sword from its scabbard and did not continue to question the poet. Glori was even a little ashamed of what he had said—how could a swordsman question others indiscriminately, and, besides, the poet in front of him, held down a poisonous snake and did not let it hurt anyone.

Changing his mood, Glori softened, "I'm sorry. If you want to rest a little longer, then we can stay longer. Then, in the early hours of the morning, leave the summit while the forest is quieter. ”

"Of course, if you want me to do that......"

The poet did answer Glori's words. However, Glori also heard the reluctance. Removing the sword, placing it on a flat rock, and putting the basket down, Glori set an example.

"We still have to rest for a while. Because, in the illusion magic, it is relatively safe. In case, a puppet is looking for us, we may be able to escape. ”

Leaning against the rock, Glori sat down. As a result, he found that the poet was still stunned. So, he smiled a little and pointed to a more rectangular rock on the opposite side.

"You'd better pile up some grass. Otherwise, when you wake up in the morning, you will feel pain all over your body. It is also possible that one shoulder will be complicated with frozen shoulder. I've done this before, sleeping on a cold rock...... The next day, I was woken up by Yvette, and I not only had a sore shoulder, but also a fever. ”

The poet never spoke, only occasionally plucked his ears, still in a very generous manner, which can be regarded as depriving Glori of an embarrassing opportunity.

"That's a good girl. Glori went on to add.

"Yvette, by name, is she an archer?" the poet accosted.

"No, she's a hunter. Moreover, she likes to use a spear that is shorter than a spear. I mean, she shouldn't have to face a world full of war. ”

Glori, he replied with a smile. Glori thought about it in his heart, and he didn't intend to mention Yvette in any sad tone. For Yvette's affairs, in addition to those bad encounters one after another, there are more beautiful things that have happened, and Glori knows. For example, Glori has seen Yvette swaying the hem of her skirt in front of her eyes, and she has seen Yvette smiling in the sun.

Glori prefers to remember the fond memories of Yvette more than in the past. Shortly after the events in the Mushroom Cave, Glori returned to Flying Town with Yvette and Gail.

In Skyfield, Glori is often seen alongside Yvette, especially after Glori's injuries have healed. Staying at Gael's home, Glori looked like a child who didn't grow up. Whatever he did, Glori was light-hearted, for fear of disgusting the owner of the house.

From his injuries to his recovery, Glori was taken care of by Yvette. Sometimes, Glori would be inexplicably sad, but Yvette would do a dance to get Glori to smile. In fact, Yvette doesn't do a full dance at all, that is, spinning and shaking the skirt. At that time, Glori, who had seen the city of miracles revue, was fascinated and clapped his hands for Yvette's rustic performance.

"That's a good girl. She used to make me find hope and work hard. ”

Glori was sure and spoke to the poet in a deep voice. Looking at the poet staring at him, Glori continued to fall into the whirlpool of memories. It was as if there were countless good things that touched Glori's heart.

At Gael's home, Glori recuperated for a while. It took about a year for Glori to keep his hands on the hilt of his sword without trembling. At first, Glori didn't plan to touch the sword again, simply because he couldn't contribute more to the defense of the city of miracles due to his own impulses.

At that time, Glori was lying in a hospital bed, listening to Gael's chatters every day.

Gail said, "How can you be disgusted with what you have pursued? Sword, that's your treasure! A fellow who has made it his goal to become a swordsman has thrown his beloved sword aside." In my opinion, you are 'not a big person, but you have a lot of things.'" ”

Gail wasn't wrong. At that time, Glori was indeed not very old, only sixteen years old, and it was in what people call the rebellious period.

The rebellious period, this kind of period, is rare for Glori. Because having someone to express your emotions was a luxury in the war years. Warmth, but moldy bread and wild vegetable soup cannot be compared with the existence. As his heart grew warmer, Glori was naturally grateful. LeTV

In war, even a little warmth is precious. Glori cherishes every day with Yvette. Meeting with Yvette, haunting the flute prairie, hunting together, and chatting together are Glori's precious memories. For a while, Glori wrote a diary for Yvette for a while.

Later, Glori stopped writing in a diary. It happened after leaving Flying Town with Yvette. Glori didn't want to write down his daily trembling feelings in his diary and become a bad memory with Yvette. And the diary is still in the place where Glori treasures it—somewhere in the Flying Town, in a corner, in a rectangular table.

Now, although Glori can remember about Yvette, some of the words in his memory are no longer clear. Glori had a hard time with this kind of thing. Glori also knows that this is what it means to "live in bliss and take it as natural because of habit."

However, it's not that I don't know how to cherish it. That's the way things are, and it's always unpredictable. After all, there was a time when Glori escaped from her room despite her injuries in order to see Yvette - a promise to meet on the Rift, in the crowded streets.

After thinking about it, Glori said to the poet, "Perhaps, one day." When the war is over, I will write my story with Yvette in a book. Get back all the beauty that was lost in the past. ”

"And then, you got your memories back, and what did you get?" the poet asked.

After a pause for about a quarter of an hour, Glori just shook his head. Because, even Glori himself, is uncomfortable missing something. Unfortunately, Glori knows that he can't regret it, and only by stepping on the thorns in the road ahead can he fulfill his dream.

And Glori's so-called dream is also a dream for Yvette.

A word of sorry and a sound of moving forward are all Yvette's blessings to Glori. Glori knows it, but he always has to hover because of sadness.

Moving forward, for Glori, it's not just about the determination of her dreams, nor is it just about giving Yvette peace of mind. Stuck in the grief of losing Yvette, in order to move forward and make himself unshakable, Glori once turned his grief for Yvette into strength.

That is, for a while, why did Glori let grief be the fuse of Darkfire's sinister intentions. After all, once a person with a wound in his heart is lost, he will never recover.

"For a while, I ignored the good things that had happened and focused on the sad past. Recording the story is a nostalgia for the good experience. But when you think about it, what else is left but psychological comfort and hope for the future? Pain is not a good thing, so that's why Gail told me to forget Yvette. Glori said with a smile.

"I see, you're talking and talking, going around in big circles on this Yvette girl. Now that things are in the past, what are you staying on?"

The poet is calm and reasonable.

It's a pity that the person who said it just said it. How can a person who has not experienced it point fingers at others? I am afraid that the grief of an incident can only be known to the person who has happened to him.

Following, Glori also laughed calmly.

"I'm always moving forward, and I don't want to be someone who can forget everything. I really don't want to look at someone who is so cold that I can forget my warmth. ”

Standing up, Glori swung his sword immediately. This time, he once again protected the poet.

A little ghost who can use fire magic, and a little ghost who can use ice magic, are right behind the poet. Glori is swift as the wind, swinging his sword like thunder. After a blue flame passed, the two little clever ghosts fled with their tails between their legs.

"So, you saved my life again. ”

The poet's words are cold, not at all like words of thanks.

Glori followed, just with a cold snort. Glori didn't want to be in the company of someone who only knew how to be poor. If it weren't for the kindness of his heart, Glori would have thrown off his burden at night in search of a miracle.

However, an upright and brave swordsman cannot do anything against his conscience. Protecting the poet all the way, Glori is as firm as ever. Since you have peace of mind, don't argue for a momentary grievance. So, after a cold snort, Glori shook his head with a smile again.

"I'm sorry. I almost let those two little ghosts hurt you. ”

Things, so be it. That's what Glori thought.

As a result, Luna takes the form of a crow and says, "Glori, why don't you fight for your efforts?"

Luna added, "And ...... What do you want to say, bard? You want to say that a person who cannot stand up in grief is a person who not only does not deserve sympathy, but also a person who can never succeed...... So, if the poor-mouthed man is so powerful, why didn't he swing his sword to drive away those spirits?