This brown explorer's outfit is quite cold...... Erhes thinks so. She wore a large coat, grabbed her neckline, and wrapped her body tightly to keep warm by the fire next to her. This feeling of self-reliance is very unaccustomed to Erhers, in normal times, to do the warmth work for her, has always been staying by the side of the little blue of the Erhers, this time to act in person, in addition to feeling strange, in the process of doing so, will also unconsciously recall the memories of getting along with the little blue, that makes the Erhes nostalgic, now those things are impossible to feel, the heart of the Erhes inadvertently burst out of a cold loneliness.

Erhers's red eyes, reflecting the light from the flames, made the crimson even more profound. She was in that situation, not speaking, quietly staring at the flute in her hand. The flute was made by Wall and given to Eherth, made of wood from the dead Blue.

Wall behaved like that to his dead buddy's body, and Erhers wasn't angry about it. Erhes was a little grateful, because Warren had asked Erhes before making this relic, and after taking the materials, he also collected and buried Xiaolan's scattered body well. Erhes was indescribably moved by Warren's intentions.

Burying Xiaolan is something that Erhers has never done well, at the moment when she witnessed Xiaolan's life passing, her mind was only full of feelings of loss and anger, and the origin of those emotions was that it was born for Xiaolan, which was right, but Erhes understood that she cared more about Xiaolan's death, what she cared about was the fact that "herself" property was taken away. The truth of Erhes's resentment, she admitted, was unfortunately for her own personal desires. At that time, Erhes only cared about himself, and did not care about whether the deceased Xiaolan died safely, but Warren took care of those for Erhes on the side, and helped her in action.

Erhes's sincere gratitude to Warren for those actions is, sincerely.

Erhes stroked the piccolo in his hand, and the piccolo was losing its owner's life force and turning back to its original dull dark blue. Erheth kept touching the piccolo, her long, slender fingers roaming back and forth between the chiseled holes. She tried to press the holes, but she just pressed them, and didn't make a sound, as if she was resisting.

Erhers thinks that playing the flute is a conversation with the deceased little blue. She was now full of guilt for failing to protect Xiaolan, and she didn't have the courage to talk to her again. She felt that stroking the flute body quietly like this was enough to convey her thoughts to Xiaolan, who was not around.

Erhers put away the flute and placed it in the breast pocket of her brown expedition suit. She patted the surface of the bag to make sure the flute was deep inside the bag, and smiled reassuringly. Although that smile was still affected by the negative emotions of Fang Cai's depression, he smiled very uncomfortably.

At his waist hung a sword he had received from Cairo. Erhes held the sword in front of him, holding it in both hands. The knife was tucked away in a leather sheath, and Ehris looked at the surface of the sheath, observing the wear patterns that had been carved into it over time.

Those lines are the memory marks left by walking with previous owners and going through various adventures together. And those nicks will increase in the days to come, but they will be created together with the current master, Erhes.