The inhabitants of Lezelt, this town, went about their daily routines as usual in the snowy weather, and they didn't know how much better than the other lifeless ordinary towns. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The magicians in Starlight sometimes like to run to Lezelt - a town that doesn't have much entertainment, but it's a good spice to spice things up.

At this time, two girls were running down the streets of Lezelt, the one in front was bright and had a pretty face like a cat, and the girl in the back was thin, with a faceless expression, and a faint blue under her eyes, which seemed to have not been rested well.

"Come with me to see that spice, don't you have nothing to do now, you have to work tomorrow, aren't you going to ignore me all day?"

"Morning, Chris. Some of the residents of Lezelt recognized her and greeted her.

"Morning, Fili!" Chris greeted the man.

Looks like he's very active in Lezelt as well...... At this time, it is also the time of the holidays, and the students of Starlight can come and go as they like - it seems that Chris has been playing around the town a lot when the holidays come.

"What a great man. The voice of abandonment floated behind Fitney.

Fitnair glanced backwards and sighed.

She had wanted to go back and get some rest - a false alarm ended with three days of sleep.

"Ahh

"Go yourself, I don't want to smell the spices right now. Fitney shook off Chris's hand and said.

Chris looked a little unhappy, but it was only a flash - the look of displeasure was faked, and Phytenay had seen it many times.

At this time, Fitney really didn't want to face the various smells in the spice shop.

Chris had no choice but to step into the spice shop alone, while Fitney waited outside.

Even though Rose May's Lezelt was operating as usual, it had just snowed, and no one wanted to leave the house, so the streets at this time were very few people, and there was only a whole patch of snow white as far as the eye could see.

Fitnair couldn't help but tighten his cloak, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

"Lornais, that sister is very powerful. "Abandon to help her chase away sleepy insects, blinking beside her.

Sister?Fettnay thought for a moment before he realized who he was talking about--these days, he was still running to the flower house, and in the flower house he would inevitably come into contact with Letta, and every day when he came back, he would say this to himself--but it was a pity that Fettnay coped hastily every time he heard it.

Some time ago he was so busy that Fitney didn't have time to communicate with the boy at all.

"Well, I can imagine it. Fitney said.

"She's a lot like you, but she's a real outcast. Abandon said.

Fitney was stunned: "What did you say?"

"Abandoned from your own home. "Abandon it again.

The white-haired girl was silent, and her mind, which had been somewhat paused by lack of sleep, naturally began to work, as if some thread was connecting the fragmentary impressions in her mind at this time.

"Die, you blasphemers—" At this moment, a violent explosion sounded, and Fitney felt the heat wave not far away, and reacted a little slowly, and was almost swept in!

Fitnair took a few steps back the next moment, and then saw a figure appear in sight—a man in silver-colored armor with the Holy See pattern etched on it.

People from the Holy See?

The knight of the Holy See had a frenzied glint in his eyes and a great sword in his hand—he was followed by a number of civilian magicians, whose magic was rapidly and chaotically mobilized in the eyes of Fitney's penetrating eyes.

The knights of the Holy See ran frantically forward, their greatsword blazing with flames everywhere they went—even though the ground was covered with snow, the flames seemed to be able to cling to the snow and keep burning.

And the magicians who followed him were chanting incantations diligently - the flow of magic was even more chaotic.

Nope...... The concentration of mana in this area is not enough, so you can't successfully release any power by scrambling to release spells!

Fettnay realized this, but what surprised and alerted her more than this was that the direction of this papal knight's attack seemed to be ...... towards yourself!

Seeing the eyes of this papal knight, Fitney sensed that he had no more sense, and at this time he would only attack the objects he could search for aimlessly.

"Abandon, retreat!" said Fitney subconsciously.

The knight, who had no intention of dying, ran towards Fitney, his greatsword swinging at her!

It happened so fast that Fitney felt like he couldn't dodge this attack!

Suddenly, birdsong rang out.

Fettnay retreated, his eyes wide, and he noticed that a black spot in the sky magnified sharply with the birdsong—a bird he had never seen before, and it spread its wings and pounced on her before the greatsword of the Papal Knight arrived, protecting her under its wings.

There was a dull thud - the bird's wings defended Fettnay and he ate with ease - and at the same time there were explosions - the magic was apparently read out and smashed on the papal knight.

"Wicked blasphemers, Ironia and I are forever! You will be forsaken by God!" Fitnair could only hear the knight's shout, and his heart froze a little.

I have seen the costumes of these knights, and I have even seen quite a few.

As the wings withdrew, Fettnay looked ahead in a bit of a trance, and the "companions" looked at the corpses on the ground in disgust, turning their heads to her with admiration.

She couldn't speak, her throat like it was stuck in something.

"Thank you. Fitnair remained stunned until the plebeian magicians carried away the knight's corpse - the inhabitants seemed to be accustomed to it all to her most indescribably - and she thanked her in a wooden voice, and gave abandonment.

The giant bird is gone.

He looked at Fitney with a gentle look in his eyes.

Once abandoned、With the power of the protection of a giant bird、Good at planting、Son of the emperor。

She already knew who this young man named Abandoned was.

"Little girl, do you want to buy some souvenirs?" At this moment, a vicissitudes of life voice came from behind him, and Fitney turned his head, only to find that beside the spice shop, there was a man in a cloak with snow on it—he seemed to have been sitting in this corner from the beginning, even if what had just happened.

"What...... Specialty?" said Fitney with some mechanical expression.

"Little things in the kingdom of Luther, Granella. The man said.