Glicenta had lived in this small colony for almost two weeks, and had become acquainted with the once unfamiliar pioneers who had been active in the land.

Everyone loved her. This is not Glicenta's boasting. While everyone loved Scherel and the innocent smile that always wore on his face, the colonial leader usually locked himself in his studio with the warmth he could bring them. The most common way for her to communicate with the outside world is through the delivery of dry documents, and even if there is still a sense of relief between the lines, this joy is also eroded by the processing of paper and pen.

But Grisenda was different, she had nothing to do here, and she hated to be stuffed in her room all day, except for a time when she and Nisol had gone out to destroy some of Momicha's lair, and the rest of the time she usually wandered in the fields. Never before had she tasted so free, never met so many people who had not heard of her name, so Grisenda fancied them all to be as pure and good as herself—it was Grisenda's nature, and if reality did not allow it, she would do everything in her power to rely on her imagination to forge them into new personalities.

Fortunately, this group of pioneers who once had bad deeds, but at this time they were conscientious, have not yet been deep enough to see through the mind of this girl who does not know the world. The ordinary peasants, who had only observed Grisenda's beautiful appearance and polite and presumptuous movements, were immediately overjoyed, even if some of them had been ruffians from other places.

So the originally dull atmosphere was broken, and a strange realm of leisurely happiness appeared. The once decadent peasants are now working hard to plow and build, and some of the younger ones even regard Grisenda's casual praise as the motivation for their work, unaware of the source of this motivation, and remain in the dark.

Nisol, of course, sees it all. He can see Glicenta's unintentionality and everyone's intentions, and he will also see the strange and lively personality charm that Glicenta shows when she frolicks with everyone. Glicenta gave her friendship, and this colonial team of fugitives and hooligans from all over the world also gave her enough respect.

Aside from chatting with the people who were at work from time to time and kicking the young guys in the ass, Grisenda spends most of her time exploring some of the shallow parts of Clay's Tomb. The first adventure was when she herself had the courage to carry a torch into it. Nysol and Sherel had given her a lot of psychological counseling before, but in the faint gray firelight, the flash of rotting zombies still almost scared her into a ghost, and she crawled and fled.

The second time she went down, Nisol and two of the colony's guards followed her. The whole time, Grisenda huddled at the back of the line, and most of the time her teeth chattered with fear except for a little defense when she encountered zombies. The expedition had to be halted by the presence of several mice, after which Grisenda, who had almost fainted, was carried to the ground.

Because of these two failures, Nisol had to come up with some ways to give her courage. He first grabbed a few mice from the field and threw them into the house while Grisenda slept. Unexpectedly, Grisenda slept so deeply that the rats crawled on her face, but she was still snoring. Of course, this experiment did not achieve the expected effect, after all, whether you are afraid of this kind of thing or not, the first thing you notice after waking up is that you have a mouse lying on your face, and you will feel uncomfortable in your heart.

Nisol then forces Grisenda to go deep into the field to catch at least one mouse that is stealing plants and vegetables. Despite the pleading, even a few tears, Nissel dismissed Glicenta's protest in an undeniable tone.

"Go!"

Niso stood right in the middle of the farmland, glaring at Grisenda with cold eyes, observing her meticulously, not wanting the other to escape. Of course, Grisenda also tried to escape, but if she ran at full speed, the electricity flowing from her body would scorch the farmland, and even if she forcibly suppressed the power in her body, there was no way to do it. As a good scout, Nisol could easily notice a flash of electric sparks in the fields.

After several attempts to escape, Grisenda could only bite the bullet and carefully remove the crops in the field, finding the few gray creatures in the green sea. The first mouse she found was missed by Glicenta because of her fear. The last thing she could stand was the creaking sound of rats, but she had to rely on the slightest movement in the field to locate herself. Nisol saw that she was sweating profusely and her face was pale, but she was only expressionless, and had no intention of stopping.

Finally, Grisenda saw the second mouse in the farmland. At this moment, she forced herself to face it, and she also thought of a good way. She closed her eyes and touched the ground with her right hand, and then the tip of her index finger burst out with a flash of lightning, and the mouse was immediately stunned to the ground and convulsed. Glicenta, who thought she had won the rat hunt, felt that she had finished her training, and as a result, Nisol ordered that this method of cheating be banned, which meant that Glicenta had to pounce with her bare hands and hold the young creature in her arms.

Just the first day of training left Grisenda almost completely prostrate. But every time she curled up in her bed, she breathed a sigh of relief and felt refreshed, because at this time, she was finally able to squeeze out time to read the "Moon Sutra" that she cherished.

Originally, Grisenda accepted the book as a gift, but when she began to study every word in it, she realized that the book was actually an epic depiction of war and human nature. Grisenda doesn't read much, but she is still obsessed with the poetic text and the ups and downs of the plot.

From the appearance of the Three Saints to the founding of Ilmari, from the brutal Ogge to Nivazhian's love affair with the mortal hero Xoredon, Grisenda is at times angry, sometimes weeping, and sometimes sentimental.

"Nivazhan: Child, why do you raise your sword?

Xoredon: Because you haven't left me yet......"

Grisenda, like so many others who have read the book, did not have the gift of becoming a priest, but that didn't stop her imagination. She couldn't help but fantasize that one day she would be able to see the crystal palace of Nivaran, see the huge and majestic castle, meet the queen, and listen to the teachings of the Great Pope. If she could, she even thought about getting in touch with Serram, one of the Three Sages, the god of wisdom and reason—though no one had done so for hundreds of years—because the Moon Sutra recorded that Serram now dwells deep beneath the Crystal Palace.

"Of course, Abinus, the god of war, is not bad. It's a pity that these gods are not what we want to see......"

Glicenta fell asleep in such fantasies, and maybe the next day she would find that she still had a mouse crawling on her face, and who knows? But today she is happy, or at this moment she is full of fantasies, and in this case, what kind of person will she become, and what kind of relationship will she become?

A lot of things had left her. Mage Dhansur sent a magical letter informing her that the Chargers had terminated their contract with her. This means that Grisenda is no longer at odds with Storm Fortress. The other party did not send anyone to clean him up, perhaps thinking that even if the remaining two storm knights were combined, there was no guarantee that Grisenda would suffer, so Andregaya gave up, giving up the intention of winning her back.

That's exactly what she wants. When her sister was forcibly married by Andregaya Stone, she was waiting for this day, waiting for the day when she had a justifiable reason to get revenge. But with my current strength, I'm afraid I won't be able to achieve my goal smoothly for the time being. This made her a little overwhelmed, and even recalled her fears for a while.

Of course, fear is eternal, but it does not always occupy the top of the human heart. Grisenda's soul is now filled with all sorts of emotions, some of which even remind her of some of the beautiful fantasies of the past. When she was a child, her mother, whom she rarely met, would tell her an old-fashioned fairy tale about a princess and a lavender field. The storyline has long been forgotten, and the storyline is not important, but the lavender fields and the beauty of the lost childhood are forever engraved in Grisenda's heart.

Wanting to relieve her boredom, she went to Nisso. Sometimes Grisenda would suddenly realize that Niso wasn't with her, and she would be very sad. It's not about love. She wasn't smart enough to realize the emotion, or that her love was given to something else that seemed boring, and there was nothing left over to give to another person. Niso seemed to her like a way to get rid of fear, and in order to pursue happiness, it was natural to get rid of it, just as a lumberjack must have an axe when he was working.

They wander around aimlessly throughout the day, sometimes walking around the farmland, sometimes simply taking a walk while doing a task. Grisenda wasn't so scared of the giant ants now, so it wouldn't be hard for her to clean up some of Momicha's nests. These pesky bed bugs, even if they can be cleaned up at fixed locations, continue to emerge from the mountains not far away. Nisol guessed that in the center of the mountain there was a huge, mother-like cave, and that it was these hidden bases that had caused the current situation.

"When I find my grandfather's heirloom ring, I'll help you explore the truth around the Crimson Hills. ”

Grisenda promised.

Not far from the colony was the territory of the Kingdom of Imari, and she even had plans for it. When she had done exploring some of the things she had to do with Maumichael, she headed north to Irmari, preferably the capital, and the Crystal Palace from afar. She had heard that the people there were knowledge, virtue, and justice, almost the antithesis of Storm Fortress and the ideal paradise for Grisenda.

With such ambitions, she is naturally impatient. After overcoming her initial fear of rats and zombie skeletons, Grisenda gathered her gear and prepared to explore the abandoned tomb in earnest. Most of the grave was made up of sluggish zombies and non-aggressive rats, and the threat wasn't great, so she wasn't too nervous. Nyso was the only one who was willing to accompany her.