The water swelled and squeezed out of the wooden bowl in a moment. Strangely, a figure appeared in the water droplets. He was short and stout, and he danced back and forth with a large axe in his hand, as if he were fighting an enemy.

As the water droplets rose bigger and bigger, the faces and clothes of the figures became clearer. He wears a scient-horned iron helmet, black leather armor, and a beard like a steel brush. Catherine's eyes lit up as she looked at him.

"Anvil! You are an anvil. The mage pointed to the figure in the droplet and shouted, "I know you're an anvil, but why do I know you?"

Catherine's brow knotted, thinking that nothing would come of it, and simply poured the water to the side. She turned around and picked up another vine leaf and placed it in the palm of her hand.

The mage raised her hand flat in front of her, looked at the leaf for a moment, and then blew softly. The vine leaf slowly floated forward, hovering and growing larger in the air. And a small figure also appeared on the blade, holding a short bow in his hand, jumping and running with agility, sometimes wielding a knife, sometimes shooting an arrow, his body was graceful and agile, like a child of the wind. He runs along the surface texture of the vine leaves, even from the front to the back of the leaves, and back again, and so on and so forth.

When the vine leaves grew to almost the size of two palms, the face and clothes of the Wind Child were immediately visible. He was a handsome elf with blond hair and a shawl, dressed in a short brown hunting suit, with boots sewn from the bark of a green tree on his feet, and a green grass vine tied to his forehead, and a strand of blonde hair hanging from his forehead, which was hidden in front of one eye.

Catherine ran her fingers around a few long strands of hair that had slid to her ears, staring at the archetypal elven-looking figure.

After a while, the female mage said, "Green Wind, you should be called Green Wind." Isn't it, As?" she didn't forget to ask As, who was still trying to roast the rabbit.

It's also funny, the rabbit on the grill is already shiny and fragrant, and it will definitely smell bad if you roast it again. But no matter how much Ace fiddled with it on the campfire, it still looked like it had just been roasted, as if it was waiting to be served at any moment.

Catherine smelled the fragrance and looked at the roast rabbit, and there was always a sense of familiarity in her heart. She glanced back at the anvil-laden droplet that had fallen at her feet, and kicked it towards the campfire. The water droplets fell to the campfire, shattered with a "bang", and a small figure fell from it. The little man danced in the air, growing as he fell. In a matter of seconds, it turned into a real dwarven anvil.

Anvil held his steel axe in both hands, screaming and slashing, as if fighting to the death with an invisible enemy.

The mage nodded in satisfaction, then shook her head again. She looked at the green wind running on the leaves again, took a deep breath, and blew it hard.

A gust of wind blew up, scraping the vine leaf above the campfire. The flames ignited the vine leaves, and in an instant, a yellow and clear fire appeared. However, the green wind actually turned over and jumped off the vine leaf in time. He had fallen to the campfire, and was as tall as Catherine.

Green Wind began to run restlessly, but Catherine let the elves wander around her.

"It still seems like something. The mage looked at the anvil and the green wind, wondering what was wrong. With a wave of her hand, the water droplets and vine leaves that were in a circle floated in front of her one by one, and automatically magnified several times.

In each drop of water and on each vine leaf, a different figure was revealed. These figures are men and women, old and young, all busy with their own lives. Catherine's gaze searched back and forth among the figures, searching for a long time, until she finally fixed her gaze on a drop of water at the very edge.

Seeing the figure in the water droplet, the corners of the female mage's mouth rose slightly. She clasped her middle finger with her thumb and flicked it hard. Just listen to the sound of "whoosh", and the water droplets fly straight to the dwarf.

The dwarves' steel axes danced with great vigour. Before the small droplets of water came closer, they had been shattered by the strong wind brought by the steel axe. A figure fell out of thin air, unharmed, through the net woven by the steel axe, and crashed into the anvil's body.

The two immediately collided and the man was turned on his back. The green wind that was running around happened to pass by, and without hesitation, he stood still, jumped up, and sat on top of the two people who fell to the ground.

"Haha, haha. Catherine laughed heartily, clapping her hands and saying, "That's it, that's it." That's my guys. ”

Green Wind stood up again, pulling up the hapless ghost who pounced on the anvil and was making close contact with the dwarves. It was a young man of good temperament, dressed in a fine wide silk priest's robe, with a double-flap bow tie on the front of the chest, and a friendly smile on his face.

"Ferley, Ferley, it's always you who gets teased. Catherine stepped forward, stood in front of her three members, and looked at them one by one, "You are all good members of my team, my good companions. ”

However, at this time, Green Wind, Ferry and Anvil, all three of them were motionless. Their movements and expressions were all frozen, and there was no anger at all.

"Alas!" Catherine said with a look of loss and sadness, "I shouldn't have taken on that damn mission. It shouldn't be, isn't it, As?"

Ace was still roasting his rabbit, meticulously, repeating two or three movements.

"Why? Why can't I remember who you are?" said Catherine, crouching down and sitting by the campfire, staring at the faceless man.

"Look at that. The mage pointed not far away. The water droplets that were still floating suddenly burst one after another, and one figure after another fell out of the droplets. They became the size of normal people at the snap of their fingers, walked over together, and surrounded the campfire tightly.

"Teacher Quisling, His Majesty, Master Swo, Your Excellency the Pope. Catherine pointed to the crowd and quickly called them by name, "This is the Grey Cloud you encountered in Corner City, and oh, and the nasty tailor shop proprietor, the undead goblin university scholar." You see, I remember everything, but why can't I remember who you are?"

The female mage closed her eyes in pain and shook her head helplessly. She remembered a lot of things, from being an apprentice with Master Guisleling as a child, studying and living at the Royal Academy, to slowly getting to know Master Swo as an adult, meeting His Majesty the King, and going on a secret mission to Mos, later establishing the Chur Mercenary Regiment and getting to know her members, and the damn mission that Ferry had recruited, and finally all the hardships in the Doden Mountains, the farewell of the anvil, and the fierce battle in the corner city.

But the memory came to an abrupt end in Corner City, and here she was.

"What's going on? I don't have you in my memory, but it always seems to have a place for you. Catherine muttered, "There must be something I haven't remembered yet, but what is it? Corner City, what happened in Corner City? Can you answer me?"

Ace silently roasted the rabbit.

"Answer me, As! Catherine grabbed Ace's arm and shook it.

"Answer me, answer me, answer me......" Catherine said faster and faster, her voice gradually bursting into tears, "why can't you answer me?"

"Do you really want to know?" a voice replied as the mage wept bitterly.