Jamila today is weird, very weird. It can be described as inexplicable.

She was noisy, and her feelings became very unstable. And this should not have happened to her.

Alice even suspected that she had been deceived by evil spirits, but if that were the case, things would not have turned out the way they are now. And if there is something like an evil spirit and a ghost that does it during the day, then she will definitely be able to sense it if she has mastered the secret of the arcane law on some kind of Cheng dù.

But she didn't feel it at all, no magical fluctuations, no wind, no freezing gas, no omen of any sense. To her, her exploration was as unremarkable as walking into a small, uninhabited garden on a normal day, and then strolling through it.

This is not normal.

But there is nothing out of the ordinary.

[Perhaps...... Maybe she ate something bad this morning. 】

Alice thought to herself. After drawing a clear line with Lydia, she was not in a very good mood. The commission to investigate the haunting was more to vent the frustration than to really want to do something. In this case, she naturally did not pay too much attention to Jamila's abnormality.

- Just let her stay there.

Although the girl didn't say that, she probably didn't have such a thought in her heart. But her every move at the moment clearly shows this tendency.

Maybe it's the subconscious. There are always things churning in the depths of people's hearts that they don't even know. Alice is also human, and naturally she will not be an exception.

But Jamila may have a different view.

"Alice?"

As Alice examined the charred walls, observing the strange cracks and shades of ash. Jamila's voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Huh?" Alice didn't look back, just casually responded.

"If we do find the Wraith, do you have a way to deal with it?"

"Absolutely. The girl tapped the calfskin scabbard on her waist. The tough structure then emits a textured 'flutter' sound. "I've learned a few things before. Later, I changed it myself to deal with different enemies. One of them happens to be very effective against ghosts. ”

"Is it the kind of swordsmanship that killed Baimon?"

"Hmm. Alice paused, slightly puzzled. "It's not swordsmanship, it's some kind of magic, to be exact. I used the magic that enchanted the flame of my weapon and attached some of the power of the soul trap to my sword in the same way. This style of fighting, which I call the Sword of Death, is very effective against spirits...... Speaking of which, Jamila, why are you interested in this?"

"It's nothing, I'm just asking. The Dark Elf said casually. There was some elusiveness in the voice. "Don't you want to answer me?"

"Of course not, my friend. Alice shook her head slightly, and made her way up the ruined wooden staircase, which had become unreliable after being burned once, and the wooden structure inside made an unpleasant 'creaking' sound with each step.

But that's a bit too sharp. The girl turned her head and smiled at her companion. "How do I feel like you're interrogating a prisoner. ”

"I'm sorry. Jamila replied with a sincere face. "I just want to know more about you. ”

"Oh, if you want to know more about me, I'll suggest that we have a more suitable place for conversation, such as a tavern, an inn, or some quiet garden. It's not a good place to say anything," Alice fanned her hand lightly, slapping away some of the dust in the second-floor hallway. "Aren't you afraid of choking on ashes?"

"Ah, you have to understand. Sometimes when people's curiosity comes up, then nothing can stop it. ”

"That's right. I sometimes encounter this situation. Alice nodded. "And what else do you want to know?"

"Alice, where are you from? I mean before you met us. ”

"Loristed, didn't I say that very early on?"

"I've heard that Loristted has been hit by monsters and storms, and not many people in the entire town have survived. Alice, do you know what happened?"

Alice's footsteps stalled.

What happened to Lorrystead? This is a question that might give you a thousand answers if you ask a thousand people.

Some would say that a dragon was provoked by the guards and destroyed Loristted with fire and frost. Some would say that it was a group of robbers who ransacked the town and then made the illusion of being attacked by monsters. Some would even say that a plague broke out in Loristed, and the lord had to send an army to burn the entire town when the treatment was ineffective.

However, these are all lies, one-sided claims. There are only a few people in the world who know the whole truth, and Alice happens to be one of them.

But what was she supposed to say, was it so straightforward to say, "Oh, I'm a Dragonborn, calculated by the killers of the Dark Brotherhood, and then when I was dying, I lost control of my powers, turned into a monster of steel, killed the people of the town, and then fought a passing dragon, and was finally destroyed by a monster that came out of nowhere and destroyed all my power as a Dragonborn?"

Even Alice herself doesn't believe in this kind of nonsense. Moreover, this matter is not a deed worth publicizing. For Alice, who has lost the power of the Dragonborn. It is undoubtedly the right choice to make a clear connection with the past.

So, Alice shook her head slightly.

"No, I was injured and passed out at that time. By the time she regained consciousness, Loris Stead was in ruins. ”

"Yes. Jamila nodded slightly, not showing a disappointed expression. She continued, "And before that? I think you said you spent some time in the snow, and you heard that the dragons attacked the city, do you know something?"

"Nope. The girl replied. She may have felt that the word was stiff, so Alice added: "I only know that a lot of people died, many places were burned, but I don't know much about the specifics." ”

"Ah~ That's right. Jamila exhaled softly. "I've heard that a dragonborn named Alice defeated the dragon and saved the city, so you don't know her either?"

"I don't know. ”

"I don't know. Jamila repeated Alice's words. "I never thought that people would be able to be lonely and smell such a thing. Even if it's pretending, there should be a limit. ”

Alice frowned deeply, and a flame quietly rose in her heart.

It's not even a question, it's almost humiliating!

"You...... What do you mean?"

Literally. Jamila shrugged. But his hand pressed on the hilt of his sword. "You can't answer a question I don't know, can you? If you've ever been to Snowman, you've been to Loristade, even if you haven't seen it with your own eyes. The idlers in the tavern will be happy to whisper a word or two in your ear, but you don't know anything. ”

She drew her sword, her crimson eyes staring into Alice's eyes.

"Who are you?"

Alice felt chills all over her body. An inexplicable tremor followed the beating of the heart all the way to the fingertips.

Jamila - the dark elf she sees as her trusted companion. Draw your sword at her!?

"You should go get your head checked. I doubt there's anything in there but paste!" Alice stepped forward, her hoarse voice sharpened and shrivelled. "Keep your eyes open!Jamila!What do you think I am!?"

"Just a phantom. The dark elf shook his head slightly, and then added vigorously. "And my idea was soon confirmed. ”

She raised her sword sharply and slashed at Alice!

…………………………………………

A faint smell of fishiness rose in the air. A drop of crimson blood condensed on the tip of the sword and slid down, splashing a small crimson flower on the ground.

To this day, Alice still can't believe what she saw and what happened to her was real. Even the scar on his shoulder was like a burning pain like flames. Even if warm blood dripped down the arms and toes. Alice prefers to believe that all she sees is an illusion.

Ha, it's definitely an illusion. Definitely, yes. Her companion, who was still fighting side by side last night, gave her a sword today because of a quarrel that was not even an argument. How can this be true? Neither logically nor logically!

However, this is true.

Alice is well aware of what is real and what is unreal. Ghosts can deceive people's minds, but that's relative. A civilian ghost who died unjustly could never fool a battle-hardened mercenary. Unless this commoner also works part-time as a High Wizard - but how is that possible!?

She looked at the dark elf in front of her, her eyes filled with grief and confusion.

It hurts, it hurts.

Alice has been bitten by spiders, burned by fire, slashed by swords, shot by crossbows, and poisoned. She had been wounded enough to kill ten people. However, there was not a single wound that could give her more pain than this shallow sword mark.

She was in tears of pain.

"Jamila, you...... Why?"

However, Jamila ignored Alice. She just frowned, observing the blood on her sword.

"It's real blood. She turned her head to look at the injured girl, her burgundy eyes becoming cloudy and wavering. "You're real. You're real. Impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible, impossible......"

Her sword clattered to the ground. Her voice became distorted and trembling.

"Ancestors, what have I done?"

The dark elf shook his head vigorously, his face pale. Step by step, she stepped back. Then, he fled.

PS: Happy New Year