By the time the elf walked out of the temple, Ed had already left. In the dead of night, the north wind howling on the high platform is clear and grand, a sound very different from the wind that passes through the dense forests of the south.

Rosa sat alone on the steps, her hands behind her back, looking up at the moon. The moonlight poured unobstructed and flowed down the steps, silently sweeping the city ...... Immerse the whole world in it.

The moonlight was too bright, and the stars dimmed, barely visible. The ink blue sky curtain spreads out, like a piece of pure and heavy velvet, without the embellishment of the twinkling stars, it is still beautiful.

The elf sat down beside Rosa and remained silent for a long time.

He wouldn't say, and she wouldn't ask - it had always been like this.

But now she turned her head to look at him, and the moonlight seemed to be shining in her eyes, clear and quiet, shining into his heart without hindrance.

He had never been good at talking, but now, he wanted to tell her.

"My teacher, Varyfin, was the best sword dancer in Grivar, and for many years I looked up to him with great respect...... But he was so strict, no matter how good I did, he never gave me a word of praise, and I didn't know how to satisfy him......"

"My mother said that I only lost to him in time, and that I was far more talented than him. I have inherited the blood of the dragon blood and the bloodline of the Flowing Fire, and I should be far superior to him. ”

"Later I thought he knew that...... Knowing that I will outshine him one day. That's why there is such endless harshness. ”

"He found out about his mother's secret, and I didn't even know what it was...... I went to him and told him that since he was a sword dancer, he would use the sword to decide—if he could outdo me, I wouldn't stop him from telling anything to the Silver Leaf King. He didn't accept it, and I wouldn't let him go......"

"I won...... I don't remember how I won, but it was my sword that pierced through his body...... I never wanted to kill him......"

The elf looked down at his hands, as if back then, and there he knelt, feeling the blood flowing from his hands from hot to cold, and he didn't say a word when he was found. From that moment to his expulsion from the kingdom of the elves, he was in a state of confusion, unable to think, and unwilling to think.

The mother said that he had done something wrong, not because he had killed his teacher, but because he was so stupid and impulsive that he had not given himself a reason to say anything and had not been able to hide his deeds. But it doesn't matter, one day she will let him return to Grivar, and his strength will make all the elves forget the name of Varyfin.

He listened, and it was as if he hadn't. He escaped from the elves sent by his mother to "protect" him and wandered around. He made his proud twin swords a tool for killing people for a living, violent and numb, not thinking about the past and not thinking about the future. He didn't fall to the point of hopelessness, perhaps because of the phrase that rings in his ears every time he gets out of control—"Sword Dancer, control yourself." ”

Norvi Sunstrider, the elf who did not look like an elf, also used this sentence to knock a gap in his closed soul. The cold, fresh breath of the Northland Ice Fields woke him up from the chaos, and he was finally willing to open his eyes to see the sky above him and the earth beneath his feet.

It was a wider world than Grivalillon's surrounded by thick green foliage.

He has walked through the noisy and bustling human cities, amazed by the strong, chaotic but vivid atmosphere, and has also delved into the dark but magnificent dwarven kingdom, and truly knows the "enemy" in his mind, he has seen the vast ice fields and snow-capped mountains, and he has seen the endless sea, he has companions who can be called "partners", and people who want to be with him for the rest of his life.

He didn't let the shadows of the past trap his steps, but he didn't and couldn't let go of the "past".

"So, you're going back to that jungle. Rosa wanted to be gentle, but her tone was uncontrollably sharp: "Even if you have been expelled...... What do you think you can do?'Accept the punishment?' The judgment against you may not be fair, but it is also the judgment made by your elven king himself, and you now go back and choose death...... Is there any point other than peace of mind for yourself?"

“...... Not because of this. The elf replied earnestly, word for word, "Nor do I want to atone for my sins with my life." ”

In fact, without Helenor's arrogant "one day I'll let you come back," eternal expulsion would have been no different from death to the elves, or even a harsher punishment than death. It didn't just mean that he could never return to his homeland, it also meant that his soul would never return.

Now he doesn't really care that much. He didn't have to go back to the forest, but he could leave, but he couldn't escape.

"I had to figure out what was going on. He said, "What did my mother do, what did my teacher do, and I, am ...... What else can be done for my kindred and hometown. ”

"You can do a lot here, too. Rosa blurted out, "The end goal is the same anyway......"

Then she stopped, surprised at herself.

She had already made up her mind that no matter what he wanted to do or where he wanted to go, she would not stop him, even if he was going to be stupid and send him to death, it was his own decision.

Everyone has to be responsible for themselves, and everyone can only be responsible for themselves - Rosa Latus has lived by this principle for more than 20 years. That's why she can always be free, like the wind that comes and goes.

But now, he didn't even plan to die, and she instinctively rejected the fact that he would leave...... How could she become as childish and headstrong as Tess?

Probably too accustomed to his silent company...... And such a "habit" is not good.

"Sorry...... Don't let me dictate your decisions. She admonished herself, stiffly changed her words, and got up to leave, her swift footsteps making a series of soft noises on the stone steps. Until she stepped through the door of the temple, she could feel that the elves' eyes were always following her.

But he didn't say anything.

The disappointment that was entangled in her heart like spider silk was blown by the wind from nowhere, fluttering weakly and annoyingly, and I didn't know if it was for herself or for something else...... Who.

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Ed did not leave the temple that night, and had trouble sleeping. When Nigel knocked on his door...... When he couldn't speak for a long time, and his heart sank, Ed also felt a sense of calm after the dust had settled.

"Lord Laval......" he said softly.

"He has returned to the temple in Anduhe. ”