Since the beginning of Antiquity (before the beginning of the First Age of the Todel Continental Calendar), the scholars of Isshuan came to this plane by chance through the time portal and ignited the fire of order in the chaotic wasteland, the conflict between chaos and order has never ceased in this continent, which later beings called Tolder......

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Late at night, a sea of fire. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the royal capital of Lothar, the most prosperous and opulent city in this historic principality, at least, it once was.

But at this moment, there is only a ruin of the ruins engulfed by the raging sea of fire.

At the beginning of twilight, the people here are still celebrating the birth of the king's eldest son.

But now, all that remains is the unheeded cries of their nightmares.

Those who are woken up by the hustle and bustle in the distance may squint and think that the dark red sky here is the pre-dawn dawn.

But in fact, it was just a whole sky red with blood and flames.

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The night was really deep, and the fire that had been burning since midnight had been raging for a long time, but the fire was not under control.

Most of the palace is still burning.

All kinds of spells burst in the sea of fire, releasing dazzling light and piercing sounds, and the flames of more than ten meters that rose into the sky from time to time would even illuminate the entire royal capital. Everywhere was the shouts of men, the roars of wild beasts, and the clashing of weapons, the sounds of rage, despair, or coldness mixed into a piercing cacophony, like rusty steel needles piercing the eardrums, nailing the insignificant into the eternal shadow of death.

But in a place not far from the palace, on a street corner that no one paid attention to, this moment seemed to usher in a bit of calm.

This corner is surrounded by violently burning buildings, streets about to be engulfed in flames, and the air is filled with a pungent smell of burning, which at first glance looks no different from other places. But if you look closely, you will find that there are many black crystals the size of fruit cores scattered on the ground here, and in the place where the crystals are most densely accumulated, there is a figure wearing armor and leaning on a sword.

It's just that the figure is motionless, as if it has lost its vitality, like a silent sculpture.

The fire was very large, and there was constantly burning wreckage falling, accompanied by billowing black smoke. The sound of burning and collapsing buildings is so piercing that it drowns out the chaotic sounds in the distance, and it is hard to imagine life in such a sea of fire.

But suddenly there was something different in a violently burning building.

I saw the sea of fire churn for a while, and then a thin and slender figure rushed out with something in its arms and fell to the ground.

In the scorching night, there seemed to be a few flames hanging from the corners of her black clothes.

This was followed by a loud sound of the building collapsing, and a raging fire was in sight......

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He gradually stopped crying, and for the first time opened his blue eyes, and looked at the world curiously, and saw the girl's young cheeks, red by the firelight, and her dark gray eyes. Those eyes were hidden behind the black mist, revealing a confusion that he didn't understand.

Curiously, he stretched out his little hand to grasp the girl's flying black hair, which had tickled him by brushing his neck before, but after a few flicks in vain, he did not catch it, and gave up the idea.

As if it was too much work to swing his arms, he moved his body in the crook of the girl's arms, changed into a comfortable position, and fell asleep against the girl's undeveloped breasts. It was as if the terrible fires and crazy chimes around them were far away in another world......

As for the girl, she didn't pay attention to the collapse of the building behind her, the flames and ashes that erupted, and even the fire in the corner of her clothes.

She just stared at the baby boy in her arms, the baby boy who was already asleep.

In those dark gray eyes, the confusion of memories gradually revealed.

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One night a month ago, at the age of twelve, she woke up in this world, dressed in black, surrounded by an inexplicable black aura. She clearly remembered that night, the blood-colored lightning that swept through the sky, the deafening roar, and the panic in her heart.

That was when the nightmare began.

She wandered alone on a desolate mountain road and came to an inhabited place. Kind people come out of their homes, smile and give her food, only to turn back and turn into char in flames along with the houses. She watched in horror as the flames burned, not knowing why.

She was carried along the road by a kind caravan, but in the middle of the night the whole camp was ablaze. She heard the desperate cries of the people, she thought of their kindness, remembered their smiles, and her heart was like a knife.

She really didn't do anything, and she couldn't do anything.

She could only curl up and cry under the tree.

So she no longer dared to go to a place where there were people, and spent her days alone in the mountains looking for wild fruits and caves. Fortunately, there was a looming black aura around her, and the beasts that attacked her would hesitate or be startled away by a sudden fire from somewhere.

Although the days are hard, there are no dangers.

Living alone in the mountains, the scorching summer or heavy rain didn't seem to leave any traces on her. The black clothes were still so dark, her face was still so pale, and the flames still appeared in the path she walked from time to time. She gradually began to get used to this kind of life, gradually learned not to reminisce, and gradually learned not to look forward. It's just that whenever she looks up at the unfamiliar starry sky at night, she still folds her legs and buries her head in her arms, sobbing quietly in the dark.

I thought that such days would last for a long, long time, until this evening, three knights in armor appeared to her with a smile and said to her, "I have finally found you."

She remembered the young man with blond hair kindly reaching out and saying that he would take her to a place where he could help her. Saying that they will protect her from others, and they can also protect others from her. She felt the strong and warm aura of them, felt their kindness, thought of the hope that she could no longer wander alone, her eyes lit up slightly, and she nodded and agreed to follow them into the distance.

She remembered that one of the knights had summoned a white horse with a small card. Then they took her on a gallop through the night, leaving behind the mountains, forests, rivers, and fields, and came to this city, the royal capital of the Duchy of Lothar, and waited for the airship to go to Sororumi the next afternoon.

They said that after arriving at Sororumi, a few more flights of airships would be the destination.

Thinking of the doom that was about to get rid of the haunting doom, the girl smiled for the first time. Her thin pale red lips curved in a touching arc, slightly revealing bright jade teeth, and the two shallow dimples on her pale cheeks were like peach blossoms.

But the nightmare didn't let her go.

At midnight this night, disaster struck, and countless white giant wolves suddenly attacked the city.

No one knows why these creatures of chaos have appeared in every corner of the city out of thin air, or why the fire of order has not sheltered the land on which it shines. It's just that this night, when fire and blood suddenly descended on this defenseless city, there was no way to recover.

An endless stream of giant white wolves appeared around every corner, roaring and biting the necks of all the sleeping people, so without warning that they seemed to burst straight out of the air and then crush the entire city at once. At the same time, the giant wolf was accompanied by even more deadly flames, sweeping through everything. Most giant wolves are half a man tall and more than two meters long. But the girl must have caught a glimpse of a larger, man-tall giant wolf flashing in the distance. She was told that these wolves were the people of chaos, not real beasts, but a form of chaos in a world of order.

The two knights, who did not know the situation, rushed out to fight to protect the civilians, leaving the young knight with blond hair to lead her around in the sea of fire, trying to avoid the flames and the giant wolf, but gradually the giant wolf was trapped in the corner. She begged the knight to leave on her own, saying that she was protected by a black aura and that the creatures could not hurt her. But the knight just smiled back at her, shook his head in disbelief, and stood in front of her.

Surrounded by burning buildings, and where there were no flames, there were all pale wolves.

She remembered that the wolves that were more than half a man tall came in waves, slashed or flapped away by the knight's blades, or dismembered by the pale red sword aura. The corpses of the giant wolves would dissipate into a black mist, leaving in place black crystals the size of husks, which she later learned were the crystallization of order consumed by chaos.

Time passed, the battle continued, the black crystals on the ground gradually accumulated, but the giant wolves that pounced on them still kept coming. There were more and more claw marks on the knight's armor, and the sword aura gradually dimmed, and the movements became slower and slower. The original helmet was also shattered, and the golden hair was scattered out, stained with a little blood and dust.

She begged anxiously behind the knight, whispered prayers with tears in her eyes, and fainted.

When the girl woke up, the surroundings were empty, the giant wolves were gone, and only the black crystals piled up on the ground silently told the fierceness of the previous battle. The young figure was still standing in front of him with his sword, but he was no longer breathing.

She didn't even know the young man's name, the girl thought desperately.

She couldn't remember what it felt like at that moment, everything was so stinging, from the pale fingertips to the dark gray eyes, the grief rushed through every inch of her immature skin and surged into her heart with blood. The girl felt that she should not have come here with them, that she did not deserve to live in this world, that it was all her fault, that she had brought misfortune, that she had brought bad luck to these good people, that she had brought death to these young beings.

Enduring the torment in her heart, the girl slowly stood up, she decided to put an end to this nightmare, because she didn't want the good people to be hurt by her again, and she didn't want to endure the long night alone in the wilderness, so she rushed into the sea of fire, which could tear everything into a sea of light and heat, and never looked back.

In the midst of the fire, the girl thought of everyone in this world who had helped her, every smiling face, silently wept, and let the blazing flames lick her body. Before the tears could fall, they were consumed by the flames of greed, and from time to time the wreckage of the burning buildings around them fell and scattered on the ground, continuing to burn, bursting with blazing sparks. In desperation, she didn't notice that she wasn't burned by the flames, nor did she notice that the black aura that protected her was gradually fading in the flames.

She even thought of those distant relatives, her brother who died young, and the desperate sorrow of her parents, although they were all images that she did not want to recall, but at the moment when she was about to leave, it was somewhat of a comfort. The girl closed her eyes and stretched out her arms, no longer trying to discern whether the heart-piercing sting was due to fire or grief.

But there is a so-called fate in the dark, at least at this moment.

In the fierce scream of the fire, the girl felt a faint voice in a trance, and then the trajectory of life quietly deflected at this moment.

It was a baby's cry, a faint cry so small in the screams of the fire, like a helpless meteor falling directly through her backwater-like heart.

She hesitated for a moment, but finally opened her moist eyes and decided to do something.

The girl carefully identified the direction and pulled out her ankle, which was half-buried in the ashes.

Burning buildings were collapsing, and scorching black smoke obscured vision.

And she struggled to dodge, stumbling through the hot wreckage, groping her way in the direction from which the cry came. The black aura continued to dissolve in the flames, only to protect her body from harm. But the almost unbearable pain continued to pierce her soul repeatedly, and every step felt like a thorn in the thorns, until she finally found the swaddling one, abandoned in a small clearing, and then rushed out of the flames with the baby in her arms......

The girl's eyes flashed with many fragments from before, and she came back to her senses.

She looked at the sleeping baby boy in her arms again, and found a faint black aura, similar to the aura around her, which had been wrapped around the baby boy for some time. The girl couldn't help but smile bitterly, thinking a little sadly: "What can I do if I rescue you, it's not that I have to be affected by bad luck, maybe ...... It would be better to sleep together in the fire. ”

Perhaps sensing the girl's thoughts, the sleeping baby boy kicked his legs, as if in protest.

Pessimism is pessimistic, but since she has already begged for death once, and has not succeeded, the girl still decides to live and try again, at least for the extra responsibility in her arms.

Be strong, she said to herself.

The girl had just wanted to get up with the baby boy in her arms, but she remembered something, gently put the swaddling clothes on the ground, and walked in front of the young knight who was standing. She tried to stand on her tiptoes, trembling on her toes, then lifted her thin arms, wiped the blood from the knight's face with her black cuffs, and struggled to straighten the knight's loose blonde hair.

Looking at the young face that seemed to be a little alive and brightly illuminated by the flames, the girl smiled a little mischievously, but the tears couldn't stop falling. She picked up the baby boy, struggled to bow to the standing corpse, and softly thanked him.

Then, she noticed something clutched in the knight's left hand, which was not holding the sword, and carefully pulled it out, only to find that it was the card that the knight had used to summon horses, and it was a little distorted, and there were some deep marks on it—it was a word drawn with her fingertips, Iluvita Academy.

It seemed to be the name of a place, and the girl didn't know it, but she knew that it was the place where the knights wanted to take her, and it was something that the knights still wanted to tell her before leaving, but she didn't have much chance to go.

Falling tears were like dazzling meteors in the flames.

With the baby boy in her arms, the girl put away the slightly curved cards, bowed deeply again, and finally turned and walked out into the night.

The noise in the distance gradually calmed down, and the garrison of the royal capital finally stabilized the situation, perhaps because there was nothing left to burn, and the fire was gradually brought under control. The surviving people began to search for their lost relatives, and the surviving soldiers began to search for their lost comrades and superiors.

And the twelve-year-old girl didn't want to be found.

It wasn't that she hadn't thought about leaving the baby boy to someone else, but seeing the faint black aura that had appeared around him, she felt that she should take him with her, lest he bring bad luck to others, even the baby's parents. What's more, he may well have lost all his loved ones, just like himself.

The girl held the baby boy in her arms and avoided everyone's attention, and went straight through the flames into the night, her dark gray eyes reflecting a crescent moon in the sky.

Anyway, now she wasn't alone anymore, she glanced at him sleeping in her arms.

She carried him and walked off into the distance.

The sky in the distance was already a pale red.

But it wasn't a night red with blood and fire.

It was the dawn of the real dawn.

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