The sword glowed faintly in the dim morning light, the hand holding the sword was so pale that there was not a trace of blood, the figure standing against the light was slender and slender, and a strand of blonde hair was scattered from the long braid and draped over the shoulder. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ed's gaze lingered on the familiar and unfamiliar face for a moment, and then he hesitated to speak:

“...... Violetta?"

He was sure he was not wrong...... Although he had only met Viorita once, he couldn't mistake the face that resembled Norvi, he just didn't understand why Violeta was here, and why she pointed a sword at him.

Thinking of Norvi, his heart twitched, and he had a faint sense of foreboding, but before he could speak, Violita had already withdrawn her sword without a sound, and a trace of embarrassment flashed in her slightly lowered gaze.

She didn't mean to attack or frighten Ed...... It was just an instinctive reaction.

Her nerves were so tense that the slightest movement would make her jump and swing her sword subconsciously.

There was still a faint smell of blood in the air, and Ed sniffled in confusion, finally realizing that it wasn't from the dream he had just broken free.

“...... Are you hurt?"

He jumped to his feet and screamed in concern.

Viorita's eyes darkened, and the sword swung again without saying a word, pointing straight at Ed's half-open mouth.

Ed immediately covered his mouth knowingly and nodded repeatedly.

He jumped out of bed and closed the half-open window, a soft glow as Viorita slowly retreated into the shadows of the room. The white light illuminated the dark blood stains on Viorita's dark green shirt, which seemed to have solidified for a long time, and the brown leather armor was also pulled apart by the sharp blade with several long cracks, which looked very embarrassed, and a bloodless face was obviously washed, still clean and white, but the eyes were blue and gray, and the eyes were bloodshot......

She was exhausted, but there was no pride in her cold eyes.

Ed tried to take a few steps closer to her, stopping at a distance where she didn't feel threatened, raising his hands and whispering a spell. He didn't know where she was hurt, or how deep she was, and the proud elf didn't seem to allow him to examine it closely, he could only do his best to heal her.

The soft white light fell on Viorita's body like a light veil, flickering a few times, and then fading away—a spell that was enough to make the seriously injured who had only one breath left alive.

Viorita's always grim, tense face showed a hint of surprise as she backhanded her backhand, which was probably where she had been hurt the most, and then gave Ed a subtle look before finally slamming the sword back into her waist.

For a moment they were relatively silent, each looking at each other with a myriad of questions, but they didn't know how to speak.

Violetta's gaze swept over Ed's lap and silently looked away.

Ed rubbed his bare feet against his legs in embarrassment, his face a little hot. He had just jumped out of bed, wearing only a dressing gown, which was very rude indeed...... But isn't it even more rude to tear off the nightgown and change clothes in front of Viorita?

"Ed!"

Outside the door, Naria's call was getting closer and closer along with her footsteps, "Ed, when are you going to sleep?"

The door slammed down, and Viorita subconsciously shrank back, looking annoyed when she realized she had nowhere to retreat.

She reached out and grasped the hilt of her sword. Too strong a defensive heart made her murderous in an instant, and even Naria outside the door seemed to feel something, and there was a trace of doubt in her voice:

"Ed?"

"Come on!"

Ed turned his head and whispered to reassure the fierce and restless elf in front of him, like a wounded beast, "You can trust us—you trust us, or you wouldn't be here, would you?"

Viorita looked at him and turned her head away, as if she didn't want to admit it, but she didn't deny it.

"Is Norway in trouble?" Ed guessed. He couldn't think of any other reason...... But his heart was beating so violently as he said this, and the doubts in the dream suddenly became clear—there was indeed a part missing from those memories that seemed to be memories.

A very important part of it - Novi.

In the course of the Dark River, in the ice field, on the stairs of the jewelry store...... The elf's figure vanished without a trace, as if he had never existed.

Viorita still didn't answer, but there was a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

"So...... We don't have much time to waste. ”

Ed's voice was unusually calm, but the panic in his heart was so turbulent that he could barely breathe.

Vioritta once believed that she was not the same as Novi.

She's an ordinary ...... A normal elf, not as independent as her brother, doesn't care about the strange eyes of her people.

She tried to keep it that way, doing all the things that true elves love to do, but in fact, in addition to her love of singing, she felt more and more that everything around her was boring - especially after desperately taking Naria and them into the Void to retrieve what she thought was dead, and flying away from Grivar on an ice dragon.

She was so calm that she probably didn't even notice it...... She shivered with excitement in the night wind that swept past her as she looked down at the lush forest from the back of the ice dragon and looked up at the stars that seemed to be within reach.

For a moment she realized her deep-seated longing—a desire to travel the world, see countless wonders, and experience countless adventures like Norvi...... Her real anger was probably due to the fact that Norway had never asked her if she wanted to go with him, but had taken the red-haired human girl with him.

Maybe...... The bloodline of the Sunstrider is really like what the other elves say, and it still retains the wildness of the ice and snow of the north.

But this realization made her panic. She refused to admit that the way of life of the past hundred years, her persistence and hard work, were all wrong.

She returned to Grivar, but she couldn't stay normal.

She became unusually withdrawn. Perhaps because of Norvi's "death", for a long time, even her former closest friends did not come to invite her to any gatherings.

In the midst of her anger, she also felt a strange sense of relief.

Why did she have to live like the other elves?

She began to plan a long trip.

She doesn't have the same combat skills as Norvi, but she's more than enough to deal with ordinary human warriors. She planned to go south first, from Tonbutch to Neo, to see the sea, which was not far away, but she had never seen before, and to admire the Archmage Tower, which was said to be as exquisite as the elven architecture......

She was too busy with her plans to notice the growing tension around her, until Lance Sunstrider found her one night.

. (To be continued.) )