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A year has passed since they arrived in this small village. Yukihime didn't bother to learn the spells anymore, so Kellon actually taught her two sections when she had nothing to do, and helped her master them completely

One afternoon, the sun was like blood, and the clouds in the distant sky were painted the same color.

On the calm surface of the lake, there were suddenly waves and whistling sounds. However, as far as the eye could see, there was nothing above the lake, only the cracking of the water and air, indicating that something was there and moving there.

The green forest is like a green flame, which is now sown by the brilliance of the remnant sun, and a blood-colored chapter is played.

Holding the sage's staff, Kelloon watched his surroundings warily, muttering a word. Suddenly, as if sensing something, he picked up his cane and pointed at the lake, where a column of water exploded.

"That's not right!"

Kelloon frowned slightly, and with another finger of his cane, the water immediately exploded, and not just one, but an area around it exploded one after another as if a bomb had been planted a long time ago, and the surface of the lake was simply terrifying. Many scaly creatures were startled, and even some unlucky ones were directly affected by the power of the explosion, and died on the spot, and finally ended up floating on the water.

"Still not right!"

The corners of Kellon's mouth flickered, and his staff thrust into the ground, and a curtain of light rose around him, protecting him seamlessly. However, just after this move, a slightly lonely smile appeared on his face, and he said, "It seems that I lost, you have completely kept up with the speed of the Storm Knight." Yukihime. ”

"Yes!" Yukihime, along with the sword around Kyloron's neck, suddenly appeared in the light curtain.

"Well, Yukihime, aren't you going to move your sword away?" said Kellarn, his voice trembling in fear.

"You're not Kellon. "Snow Hime, who is giggling on weekdays, is as cold as the unprecedented alpine convection, making people feel as if they are in the air at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and the air is thin floating away from the periphery of the atmosphere.

"Why do you say that?" said Kylorn's voice.

"I don't know, should I say it's intuition, or if it's something else. Maybe you're really Kylorn, but you're not the same Kyloron I knew before. ”

"I know, Kelloon was an old man before, and I was many times younger than him. ”

"That's not the problem, don't interject when I'm talking, okay?" Yukihime said angrily.

"Yes, yes. ”

"It felt like a different god in charge of Kelon above. Kelloon used to tell me that hatred would be my strongest strength, and it would turn into a blessing for Dilandot in my hands. But although you didn't say it above, what you preached, I feel is exactly the opposite of what you preached. It seems that you want me to let go of hatred, or at least let go of the power that uses hatred as a source. ”

[Dirandot, a sacred sword bestowed by the gods, has the power to suppress calamity.] 】

"Well, I didn't say anything like that, you guessed it yourself. Kelone denied it.

"You won't admit it!"

"Hey, are you a messenger who wants to kill the gods?"

Yukihime didn't speak, she let her sword rest on Kyloron's neck, rested, leaned against Kyloron's neck, rested on Kyloron's neck, and it was so deadlocked until it was dark. Finally, when Kelloon couldn't help but yawn, she said, "I'm not the kind of ungrateful woman, you saved me anyway, and you taught me those things." As a thank you, I'm here to let you go today. ”

With that, Yukihime retracted Dilando with lightning and plunged it into her scabbard. Just as she turned around with tears in her eyes, a dissatisfied voice came from behind her, "You threatened me for so long just now, is that it?"

Yukihime turned around, "And what else do you want?"

"It's what else you want. ”

Yukihime thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Since you are not Kylorn, don't call Kyloron in the future, change your name." ”

"Whatever you want, call me Dima from now on. ”

"Okay, Dima!" Yukihime said happily.

The man, who was again known as Dima, stepped forward, removed the cane in his hand with three strokes and two strokes, and removed an object from it. It was a ring-shaped object, made of the skin of some immortal creature, plus a specially guarded immortal metal. On the metal part, there is a flower pattern. And no matter who it is, no matter what angle you look at, the result is the same, it is what the Purple Emperor portrayed to Yukihime.

A perfect circle, a circle without flaws, beautiful and eternal, with the world. When the sun is engulfed in shadows, the light on the edge is the same as this circle. This is how the Purple Emperor describes it.

"For you. Dima handed this thing to Yukihime, and regardless of whether the other party agreed or not, he put this thing around the other party's neck.

"What the hell is this, and why did you give me something!" Yukihime protested quietly, touching it silently, with a mixed look on her face.

"You should be honored, because it's something that has to do with the gods, so it's with the world. ”

"What's that?"

"You just have to know that it has something to do with the gods, and it doesn't matter if you think it's a gift from the gods. The man known as Dima said indifferently.

"W-is that point?" Yukihime asked cautiously after a few seconds of silence.

The man known as Dima turned his back at this moment and said sadly: "Life is precious, and I don't want you to fight again." But, for the future I foresee, you will die in battle. ”

"What are you talking about? Isn't it a wonderful thing to die in battle?" Yukihime laughed unnaturally, "I'm a brave man!"

"It's not sinful to fight, but, for that reason. Anyway, I'm giving the gift, and it's your business to accept it or not. You've gained enough strength that I wouldn't have any problem with fighting again. But before that, I have to say that once you get out of here, you may never come back. ”

The gradually falling night suppressed the gradually dull atmosphere, and the rustling cold wind came to the waves of the lake, tugging at the heartstrings of the two. The clear moonlight poured on the surface of the water, and in the fluctuations, two petrified figures were reflected.

After a long time, Xue Ji spoke, "Na." This thing must have a name, I think it's just the name of the pattern above. What is the name of the flower?"

"Flowers don't have names, because there are probably only a few people alive in the world who have seen them. The man known as Dima said in a deep voice, "This is open to the border between life and death, and only those who are on the verge of death have the opportunity to see it. ”