This world has a magic airship that can soar in the sky, and a magic train that can run through the land, and this world has a highly complete magic system and a variety of magic cards. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBut for a world where two people depend on each other, there is really no need for these to exist.

The girl who left the royal capital didn't know where to go, but if she stayed in one place for too long, there would always be flames that would come and burn up everything nearby. She remembered the place where she had lived for a while, the place where she had lived before she had been brought to the royal capital. She remembered that it was sparsely populated, mostly sand and rocks, and that it was not easy to burn, and she wanted to go there.

I vaguely recognized the direction and saw the sun rising left and setting right, and the girl called it south.

From one uninhabited place to another, he was always held in his arms by the girl, and he was not aware of the hardships of the girl at a young age. There were so many farms and farmhouses near the royal capital of Lothar that in order to avoid the crowds, she had to go into the darkest jungles, climb the steepest ridges, and even hide in the shadows during the day, and then hurry at night or look for something to eat.

Fortunately, just after midsummer, there are too many things in the early autumn field to satisfy two tiny lives.

He tugged at the girl's hair in the crook of the girl's arm every day, and the girl ran on the road every day, day after day. It took only half a night for her to be carried by galloping horses, and when she returned, the girl carried him through fields, rivers, forests, and mountains, and it took more than two months in all.

Further on, you will reach the place where you started.

In the evening heath, the sun shone almost parallel to the ground, pulling long shadows at all objects. When the sunset on the horizon shone on the girl's pale face like a rose, he woke up from the girl's arms again at the age of two months.

He felt the girl stop, and his blue eyes widened and he looked out, only to see a dead tree that had been charred. There were only a few branches on the blackened trunk that were still pointing to the sky, like an old hand trying to grasp something, and he heard the roar of the beast from time to time in the distance, and felt a little frightened.

So he gently tugged at the girl's hair, as if to tell her to take him out of this terrible place as soon as possible. After a while, feeling that the girl was unresponsive and still standing under the tree, he had no choice but to turn over and face the girl's chest, thinking that he would not pay attention to the terrible world.

And the girl stood in front of this dead tree for a long time.

She looked at the scorched tree, remembered that she had curled up under the tree and wept, remembered the faces of some people, and her heart was a little gloomy, and remembered the slightly curved cards in her pocket, the young knights, and decided to remember them all.

The girl closed her eyes and tried to recall every face, every kind smile, the people who had suffered misfortune for helping her, and then engraved them into her memory over and over again, solidifying them into a heart that would never fade.

After a long time, she opened her dark gray eyes, looked at him in her arms, and her eyes finally became firm, and she slowly walked towards the mountains.

It seemed that they had finally received a little favor from the heavens, or that fate had finally taken away its playful gaze, and they found a rocky cave in the mountains. The shallow cave barely sheltered from the wind and rain, and the dry sand would not be ignited by anything, the girl decided to live here first.

She often had a fire burning at the entrance of the cave, and at night the light of the fire reflected back and forth throughout the cave, warming the two small bodies. The shallow cave, because there are two more people living in it, also seems to have a bit of life, and it may barely be called a warm home.

And so the days went by.

Time flies, and the boy grows up day by day. The original swaddling clothes were already too small, and the girl made a small straw basket to hold the boys. The boy rolled in the straw basket every day, or looked curiously at the outside world, at her black clothes, her hair flying, and her pale cheeks.

Meager happiness is so real and fragile in heaven and earth......

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It was not yet dawn, and the girl woke up from her dream. Seeing that the fire outside the cave had been slightly extinguished, she threw a few branches into it with her eyes drooping, and then felt a chill in her hand.

She looked up at the sky in amazement and saw countless white snowflakes falling silently in the moonlight. The snowflakes were reflected in her dark gray eyes, as if there were countless fluffy balls flying quietly, and winter came so inadvertently.

It was the first winter of his life, and in a sense, the first winter she had ever experienced. And for life in the mountains, the low temperature and lack of food in winter are indeed too harsh.

There was no other clothing to keep warm, so the girl left the boy in the cave and left the fire burning at the entrance of the cave. The flames kept the cave warm and scared away other predators, while she searched for something to feed her stomach.

The cold wind howled across the mountains, taking away the last warmth of autumn. There was not a single living creature in the snow-covered sky, until a squirrel ran down from a snowy tree in the middle of the forest, digging through the nearby snow to find a pine cone that had been buried in the past.

As if hearing something, the squirrel that was eating gray suddenly stood upright, looked around vigilantly with small black eyes, and then ran up the branches and disappeared, only a few tufts of snow fell from the trees, which were particularly loud and clear in the open snow.

I saw a slender and thin black figure in the distance walking slowly, leaving a series of small footprints behind him.

The girl's cheeks looked even paler in the snow, in sharp contrast to the black clothes, and her slender and immature hands exposed in the cold wind trembled slightly from the cold, clutching a firewood knife that she had picked up from nowhere. The black aura could protect her from the flames, but for some reason it couldn't stop the cold, and she had been stumbling in the biting cold wind for a long time.

The girl slowly came to the tree, followed the digging marks left by the squirrel a few times, and finally found a few pine nuts in the dirt, and carefully picked them into her pocket. But there was still no joy on her pale cheeks.

Looking up at the sun, it was past noon, and from morning to now, except for some pine nuts snatched from the squirrel's mouth in his pocket, and a few small sour roots dug out of the snow and ice, there was no gain. As far as the eye can see, there is no other food, not even prey to catch.

Thinking of little Morin in the cave, she couldn't help but be a little flustered, and even for a moment, desperately wanted to give up, wanting to fall into this ice and snow. "How can you have such a thought, little Morin is still waiting for you to go back, you have to be strong, you have to be strong......" the girl said to herself repeatedly, her left hand clenched into a fist in anger at herself. A tingling pain came, and the girl looked into the palm of her hand in astonishment, and found the dark green veins under the pale skin, and suddenly thought of something.

She stretched out her left hand, pursed her thin lips, a trace of pain flashed in her dark gray eyes, a little firm, and then held the firewood knife in her right hand, and slowly swiped it in the palm of her left hand.

Bright red blood dripped down the pale and slender hands on the snow, a little dazzling bright red, like a brilliant blooming blood-colored rose......

Not long after, a gray wolf appeared in the distance.

This is not the white giant wolf that appeared in the royal capital before, but a lone wolf that has left the group for some reason. Its fur was disheveled, its hind legs were wounded, it limped as it ran, and its turquoise eyes gleamed with greed.

The gray wolf cautiously ran close to the tree, sniffing at the specks of blood on the snow, a little confused. Because it was familiar with the smell of blood, it had never smelled anything like it. Suddenly, it raised its head vigilantly, and then saw her slowly walking out from behind the tree, and saw the determination in those dark gray eyes.

It's good that it's just a girl, the lone wolf thought, and his forelimbs bent slightly.

Fortunately, it was just a lone wolf, the girl thought, and her right hand clenched the hatchet.

She clutched a cloud of ice and snow in her left hand, so the lone wolf noticed the blood on the snow first, but did not find her. The girl felt a hint of hesitation from the lone wolf, and felt that the black aura around her had become weak, not enough to scare away the hungry lone wolf, and the corners of her mouth curled up in satisfaction.

In the desolate snow, a lone wolf and a girl have been quietly confronting each other.

The gray lone wolf hesitated for a moment, but finally pounced on the girl. It's just a weak human being, and food is so scarce this season.

The girl looked at the wolf, which was standing slightly taller than herself, at the sharp teeth and claws that were getting closer and closer, and did not dodge, but pressed the handle of the hatchet against her chest. She didn't have the strength to pierce the gray wolf's fur with a wood knife, so she could only wait for the lone wolf to hit her blade on its own.

Even though there was a black aura blocking the protection, the girl was still knocked out of the air and fell heavily in the snow. And the lone wolf's low roar had a small wound at the corner of his mouth, and there was faint blood oozing from his neck.

The girl struggled to get up from the snow, her slender hands still gripping the hilt of her sword, and her eyes still firm.

Seeing that the prey was unharmed, the lone wolf was a little puzzled and annoyed, and pounced on the girl again, but was again blocked by the black air currents and the somewhat rusty blade, and the girl fell again into the snow.

Again and again, the gray wolf greedily pounced on the girl, and then one or two more wounds on her body, and then greedily pounced on the girl, and another wound or two on her body.

Also again and again, the girl was knocked into the air, then got up, was knocked into the air again, and got up again.

I don't know how many times the girl was knocked into the air and got up, the lone wolf finally had fear in his eyes. It didn't understand why it couldn't bite the girl's neck, how the girl's trembling hand could hold the hatchet, and why the girl was still able to get up from the snow again and again, even though she was already shaking.

But the lone wolf knew that he had been injured too much, that he had wasted too much physical strength, and that he would not be able to survive at all without killing the girl to get food.

So the lone wolf died.

By the time the girl struggled to drag the lone wolf back to the cave, it was already dark. The half-year-old boy stood in the bamboo basket, staring at his blue eyes for a long time. He saw that the girl's pale face was a little blue, and red blood oozed from between her slender and white fingers, and he saw the girl struggling to drag the gray wolf bigger than himself, and seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand anything.

Roast wolf meat is hard to eat, but fortunately, in such weather, one gray wolf is enough to make two small lives eat for a long time......

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Time flies, and it's summer again.

A one-year-old boy can already babble and make strange noises and walk staggeringly. In contrast, the girl has not changed much, her face is still so white, her body is still so thin, and her chest is still so flat. She gave the boy a name, Maureen, which was somewhat similar to the name of a great magician she knew.

But the peaceful days seem destined to last long.

Although little Morin could already walk staggeringly, he still couldn't understand the growing melancholy between the girl's eyebrows.

For many months in a row, from the beginning of spring to the present, girls have always woken up in the middle of the night.

Because she had all kinds of strange dreams repeatedly, the dreams were constantly changing broken scenes, distant pasts, midsummer flowers, blood-stained blades, collapsed ruins...... Most of the scenes flashed by and she couldn't tell the difference, while others made her feel inexplicably familiar or unfamiliar. And what really worries the girl is that one of the clips appears every time: in a strange town, she holds little Morin, stands in front of a silver carriage pulled by a unicorn, and feels the people in the carriage calling her.

Every time she dreamed of this image, the girl would wake up from the dream, stare into the distance in a daze, and then feel as if there was a voice calling her in the middle of the night.

The voice was peaceful, warm but clear, just like the three knights who had come to look for her, and she knew that they were the ones who had been looking for her.

The dream was so fragmentary but real that she vaguely felt that it was some kind of magical power, but she didn't know if she should believe it anymore, for fear of bringing bad luck to others again.

As time passed, the sense of calling grew stronger and clearer.

Until this midsummer night.

Elendil's constellations twinkled in the middle of the night sky, and it was late at night, but the girl had not yet fallen asleep, she was half-leaning against the stone wall, looking at the sleeping little Morin beside her. In front of the cave was a small pile of maple red flames, the light of which was reflected in the girl's dark gray eyes, illuminating a deep sense of worry. Because she found that the originally faint black aura around Xiao Morin was now much thicker, and it seemed that it was under her own influence, and it was becoming richer and stronger day by day.

So she wanted to do something, and she knew she had to do something.

Although the girl didn't know what the black aura was, she didn't want Morin to be as bad as herself, and she could only wander back to the deserted mountains forever. If the man could really help herself and Morin, if the fragments of those dreams were real, the girl couldn't help but think, what if......

Feeling the call from afar, feeling the hope burning in her heart, the girl struggled for a long time, and finally, she decided to follow that call.

Because if there was anyone in this world who could help them, it must be the one who had been looking for her, and the girl could feel the kindness in the call, just like the three knights who had come to find her before.

And if even that man can't help them, what awaits her and little Morin will always be lonely mountains, long cold nights, and a lifetime of bad luck.

The girl extinguished the bonfire, picked up the straw basket containing the sleeping Morin, and walked into the northern night.

With humble hope, they went to hear the verdict of fate.

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