Ed didn't listen to that. The sound was too soft, as light as the wind that couldn't blow off even a petal. The elf's expression was more serene and relieved than ever, which should be a good thing, but he felt inexplicably uneasy—more uneasy than watching the dark sky fall faster and faster to the ground.

"Plant that flower. The elf turned to him as calm as usual, "at the rising of the sun and the moon." It's just that you have to tell those who enter this world that the sun and the moon have no substance...... They may not last long. ”

Ed's heart suddenly emptied.

But he didn't have time to do anything...... I don't know what I have to do. He could only watch as the Spotted Leaf Dragon flew leisurely towards the sky, and the elf flew at its side, the higher it flew, the brighter it became, so bright that it was difficult to look at directly, and it could no longer distinguish its form, like two rising stars, brighter than any star. At the moment of contact with the black shadow descending from the sky, they separated, pulling almost the same trajectory from left and right—pulling out a perfect arc that split the entire sky in half.

The shimmering light spread out along the arc, like the morning light that wants to bloom, like the light of the full moon, illuminating the whole world.

The clouds were still tumbling and falling, but little by little, the black pistols faded. As the white clouds and mist fell from the sky like a waterfall, a faint vapor of water lingering between breaths, Ed let go of his hand and let the rose fall to the ground.

It paused for a moment, then sank silently.

Ed blinked, and a few drops of water dripped down, mingling in the falling rain, striking tiny flowers on the gray and white slate, and gradually joining together. Tiny glows like fireflies flow slowly between the dark water trails, connecting and drawing strange patterns.

The gray and white tower was silent, and the black earth below the tower, with countless runes also appearing and disappearing, reflecting the waves of brilliant stars slowly surging into the sky.

The rain fell heavier, but there was a bright light on the edge of the sky through the clouds, and a brilliant rainbow spread across the edge of the clouds, and a huge rainbow spanned the sky and the earth, and every drop of rain that fell sparkled and shone like a jewel.

In fact, there was no dust in the air, but the gray dead air that once enveloped everything was washed away by the rain little by little. There are no thousands of plants under the sky that instantly burrow out of the dirt, but Ed knows that the world has been reborn.

He looked up, his gaze shifted from one side to the other, and in the closest place to the sky, he saw the sun and the moon coexisting at opposite ends of the horizon.

Then the next moment, the sun rises and the moon sets.

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Terry suddenly jumped out of his bed, like a fish that had just been thrown onto the deck, and was so frightened that Bumbu, who was biting on bread and swaying half-consciously, jumped after him.

"What's wrong?" he asked, in a loud voice, "Did those damned elves get into trouble again?...... Oh, no, they've got off the boat!"

He looked left and right at the little mage's pale face, a little concerned and a little gloating: "Nightmare, little Terry, do you need Brother Bangbu to sing you a lullaby that sounds as good as the waves of the sea?"

Terry waved his hand wildly, not in the mood to argue with him.

"Bangbu!"

Someone outside the cabin roared impatiently.

The sailor, who didn't have time to tease the little mage anymore, grunted and grumbled and ran away. Terry sat there in a trance, unsure if the sudden tightening of his heart was really a dream.

No matter how beautiful the ship is, the cabin will inevitably be dark and cramped, and the smell will be unpleasant, but this familiar environment has calmed the little mage a little. He rolled his loose sleeves straight over his shoulders, and in the faltering candlelight, he could clearly see a small rose mark on his right arm.

The overlapping five petals, simple lines, and pale pink are not eye-catching, but they will never be misrecognized.

He stared at it in disbelief, rubbed his eyes, and continued to stare at it—this mark had been gone for a long time...... It was gone from the moment he accidentally entered this plane.

Because at that time, the place where he came from did not exist at all, and this mark that bound them together could cross space, but not time.

However, at this moment, he vaguely felt the connection that was born to him...... The gentleest, the most heavy, the most reassuring guard.

That's the mark of "home".

- But that place, it shouldn't have been born at this time.

The little mage jumped up again, unaware of the fact that he had jumped so high that he hit his head. He rushed straight to the deck, his eyes wide open and looking at the sky. The sun has not yet risen...... It rises later and later. Under the full moon, the stars were dim, but they were still there.

They're still there.

The waves crashed against the ship's side, and the Unicorn was heading towards the wind. There were no great waves, no flames falling from the sky...... The world may still be teetering on the brink of danger, but it is not destroyed.

In the sudden ecstasy, he jerked up his hands and shouted loudly.

This time he was frightened by Bertram, who had just walked behind him.

"Are you so happy to get rid of those elves?" he asked, puzzled, "I thought you liked them." But you're ......."

He couldn't finish his sentence, because the little mage turned around and jumped on top of him and gave him a big hug.

Bertram was a little confused. Little Terry had always been well-behaved, cute, and likable in his eyes—much cuter than his younger brother, who had been serious and old-fashioned since he was a child—but never so enthusiastic!

Before he could react, Terry let go of him and jumped at the other person, whether they liked it or not, they all had to hug him hard, and even the cold-faced and threatening Gichel could not escape. However, when asked why the little mage was so happy, he just grinned stupidly and shook his head again and again.

"Is his brain finally broken?" Gishel walked over rubbing his arms, annoyed and embarrassed, "like those crazy old men in the archmage's tower?"

Bertram smiled and shook his head: "Who has their own secrets...... It's better to have a secret to make people happy than a secret to make people unhappy, right?"

Such an irrepressible ecstasy, although it is confusing, also brings them a good mood. Almost everyone on deck was laughing, and even if the sun might never be able to climb the surface of the sea again, it didn't seem to matter to them. In fact, during this time, because of the daring elf...... The half-elves, the various "surprises" they bring, the Unicorn that always seemed a little gloomy because of the concentration of a group of hateful people, seemed to have finally returned to the past, back to the time when they were just simple adventurers, not avengers with blood debts.

But that doesn't mean they'll give up what they're supposed to do.