"You've seen my diary, what else do you need me to say?"

"I don't understand, why do they kill you when you have accepted those prisoners and helped them establish themselves in their homeland?"

"Because they have their own way of being, and they have desires derived from their nature. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Can't they be satisfied with what you give?"

"Who can guarantee that he will always be satisfied and will not be tempted?"

"The soldiers stationed in Zait at that time disappeared, and it is impossible for the troops elsewhere to go unnoticed."

"It's not in the diary, I can't answer."

"Ha, it's really a dream."

"Yes, it's the dream you called me out."

Arthur scratched his hair a little irritably: "I didn't want to call you at all. Annoying, annoying! How on earth can you let me go? Even once, you and your Zait and those countless carrions, I don't want to dream of you again! ”

"You chose it, didn't you? It is you who choose to remember Zait and track down the truth about Zait. ”

"Why did you ask me to kill that child, who is he?"

"He was one of the countless Zaits buried in the ground, just a child."

"He's your curse on me!"

"Please don't say that, O Child of Destiny, I admit that you killed him to break your innocence, but please don't forget that whether it's cutting off that child's body or remembering Zait forever, it's all your own choice. Your journey may seem random, but it's actually moving on a predetermined trajectory. In the future you will know more and get more, and then you will have the power to change your choice. ”

"You're still not going to tell me what the hell is going on with the Child of Destiny, are you?"

"There is no point in telling you now, only if you discover it yourself, can you get the true meaning of the child of destiny."

"What if I wake up and forget this dream?"

"Then you will dream of me again, and have this bonfire conversation with me again. No matter how many times you forget, as long as your wish remains, the conversation will be repeated. ”

Arthur smiled wryly: "Hey, spare me." ”

"Please forgive Zait's exploitation, it's just that you are our last hope."

"Maybe revenge doesn't make sense, maybe revenge only brings more pain."

This is the kind of thing that only those who have experienced it firsthand are qualified to say. If one day ......"

"Nope." Arthur interrupted Alan, "You're right, although I haven't experienced it, but it's just a hypothesis, I won't give up revenge. ”

Alan Wagner Barnett's smile deepened: "Worthy of a child of destiny." ”

"Alan, I can't save you."

"We're long dead."

"I may not be able to grant your wishes."

"We accept the destiny led by the children of destiny, no matter what the end of this destiny path is."

"Maybe in the end, I'm just an ordinary farmer."

"If that's your choice, it makes no difference to the ruined Zait."

"Alan, the original Zait, is it beautiful?"

"Even if it is a barren land, as long as it is a home, there will always be a beautiful existence."

When I woke up, the scenery was not much different from the one in my vague memory, except that the campfire had regained its original power, and the towering pine trees around it were much brighter. Werther slept on the other side of the campfire, and Arthur didn't know if Nayin, who was inside him, was awake and saw what had just happened.

"...... Alan" murmured softly, Arthur still holding the old dark red notebook in his hand, and after stroking it, Arthur took it back into the wooden box.

Since trading with the Moby Dick Chamber of Commerce, Arthur has not opened the wooden box, but has only carried it with him.

It's obviously something that I desperately want to get, but after I get it, I have a fear of accepting it.

Not long ago, after his companion had fallen asleep, Arthur finally mustered up the courage to open the wooden box and look through the notebook bearing the name of Alan Wagner Barnett.

The notebook records Alan Wagner Barnett's daily life as a Zaiti priest, as well as events that were important to Zait. A large number of prisoners of war were escorted to Zait to become labourers, and the priest Alan Wagner Barnett welcomed them on behalf of the Zait and offered to help them as much as he could.

On the last page of the note, Zait began to circulate that there was a large amount of heavy fluorescent stone in a certain mine.

After putting the wooden box back in his backpack, Arthur continued to sleep, the soft glow of the stars in the sky reminded him of Alan's voice and smile. Arthur knew that this would not be the only time he would see him.

I realized that I was different from ordinary people, and it was only in the last few years.

Yulinda had never said anything, and Arthur thought that sleeping from night to noon was something that everyone would do. It was Werther's doubts that made Arthur realize that normal people don't sleep twelve hours a day.

He asked his mother why he didn't tell him that no one else needed to sleep so long, and Yulinda's answer was, "Why should I care if someone else is not my son?" ”

Arthur's innocence made him suspect his own flaws for less than ten days, and after ten days, he enjoyed hunting wild beasts in the forest with Werther and playing with all kinds of children, completely forgetting that he was different from ordinary people, and his mother's deliberate avoidance.

The morning sun is comfortably warm, and although the first to wake up more often, Arthur is never the first to actually wake up.

He didn't care why after becoming the Lord of Shadows, the strange long sleep disappeared even more eerily, he just nestled in the quilt, with sleepy eyes, watching Nayin fetch water for breakfast, watching Werther pull up his blonde hair, comb his ponytail and concentrate on sorting out his equipment. Including the pampering permission of his companions, these extremely ordinary and worthless scenes make Arthur feel at home and become his precious memories.

Arthur believes that the more precious memories he has, the more courage he will have in the face of his rapidly fading life and the unknown death.

Because the Spirit Shadow can float, if the resources are abundant, Nain can pick many wild fruits. As in most mornings, the little girl ensures the safety of her companions while collecting food. Not only wild fruits, but also the shoots of plants, and edible and medicinal rhizomes are also the girl's targets, and her ability to sense and manipulate the land makes her very good at it.

As Arthur lazily yawned and scratched his head to get out of bed, Nain washed the wild fruit, cut it into small pieces, stirred it with spices and sprouts, and made it into a salad that served as a side dish for toast and bacon.

Every time I watched Arthur gobble up like he had been hungry for three days, and watched Werther eat non-stop, Nayin was satisfied.