Help me......

I don't want to stay there anymore......

Who's going to save me......

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As she walked through the flame-covered village—she could still hear cries of despair, but she could not find any trace of "man"—and there was no end to the road. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

She felt that she should feel sad and cry, but she felt that she was no longer herself, and her steps were taken subconsciously.

Suddenly, she seemed to see a basin filled with water appear in front of the road, and she couldn't help but walk to the front to see "herself".

"It's ...... What's going on......"

Neither the voice nor the appearance is "her".

This strange feeling crept through her heart, accompanied by a fear she had never had before.

Gradually, even consciousness has to be mixed into this sea of fire.

She...... Who the hell is it? Does it belong here, does it belong to this land of death--Gradually, she wants to go into the fire.

I want to return to my "homeland".

"Can't go back. Her figure paused.

It's "she" who speaks.

"The homeland is gone, this is the land of despair......"

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Fitney "opened" his eyes, and in front of her, it was pitch black.

The emotions, the sorrowful, the painful, the longing for her homeland—were all true, but they did not belong to herself, but to another being—the consciousness of the black fog ghost that had invaded her mind.

The fire wasn't the cause of the death of the people in the village, it was the Black Mist Ghost.

Fitnair didn't know how it all happened, but after it happened, the whole village turned into black fog ghosts - they "existed" in the form of haters, but they were human beings.

The reason for the name "The Nest" - Fitnet remembers the records of Winchet, in which the origin of magic is the "answer" to all this.

[Magic is black fog. 】

But where does the magic come from? What about the black fog, and why does Rose May exist?

The only guess that Fitney was able to prove was that the black mist had been transformed into magic, and that it was itself a black mist ghost—a corrupted and dead man.

Only humans can use magic, and this idea may be evidence of the transformation of humans, black fog ghosts, black fog, and magic to some extent.

Fitney didn't believe all this—or rather, she didn't know how she could believe in such "truths," and should she be glad that she couldn't use those magical powers? Should she condemn all this? Who should she condemn? The one who wrote the book, or the poor and terrible Holy See?

These things gave her a lot of headaches.

What's more, knowing all this, what position does she have to stand in to look at all this and let herself accept all this?

"I'm sorry if you feel bad. In the end, Fitney chose to put these things aside first—standing in the dark, she was talking to "herself", "but it's time for it to end, regret or anger, I won't play with you anymore—there are a lot of important people waiting for me." ”

There was no reaction in the pitch black.

"Alas. Fitney sighed softly.

Her hand "gripped it" the void—golden dots of light gradually appeared—and Fitney knew that his summoning system was unlike any other, even when it was a memory, an illusion, or something like that that stood in her way—the Sword of Kings.

Fitney gripped his sword and looked into the distance.

"I ...... Finally, I was able to meet someone who understood me. She raised her sword as if to herself, but there was no hint of joking in her calm voice, "I finally ...... You can get friends again. I'll continue to find the reason for your business, just, for now, please don't come back to stop me. ”

With that, she swung a sword.

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Fitney "opened" his eyes and met them with a pair of azure eyes.

Those eyes, deep, pure—these were perhaps the adjectives that came to Fitney's mind, for after what had happened, she could no longer ignore them—including, of course, their owners.

"It's all right...... "She heard familiar voices, voices that, once made her angry, were now unexpectedly reassuring.

It can make her smile.

"Hmm. She really smiled.

She wasn't one to use magic, and in her opinion, it was very difficult to get rid of the Black Mist Ghost.

But why all of a sudden, to get rid of it?

Fitney suddenly remembered the night she had forgotten, the reassuring embrace.

"See that—you can get out from there, there's something Adez will make clear to you. Ed pointed behind her - Fertenay turned his head and did see a dark blue swirl.

"Hmm. Fitney nodded obediently.

"Why...... Trust me then...... This. Ed seemed surprised by Fitney's obedience and blurted out.

Fitney was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at him.

That's right...... Why?

Fitney thought of the words Ed had been saying to herself lately, the contacts she had made clear to him, that she was grateful for the care, and that she understood.

She also remembered that when she was bothered by those voices, she thought she could let go of the painful things.

Suddenly, she no longer regretted saving him, and it was clear that she wished he could stay with her—hadn't he been following her silently?

Why?Fitney could vaguely feel something different, but perhaps because she had no experience, she couldn't get an answer for a while.

But she's always been happy to find answers to things she hasn't felt before—especially when she thinks it's not a bad thing.

"Ah...... Maybe I'm ......" Fitney opened his mouth, his blue-purple eyes shining amazingly.

"I'm leaving. Ed said suddenly.

The light in Fitney's eyes suddenly dimmed.

Ed tilted his head slightly and said, "There are some things to deal with." ”

"Okay. She had no way, no position, to stop him—so Fitney could only say that, and watched him turn around.

That's another exit -- a green whirlpool.

Anyway, they still have time...... Especially he's going to be on his side, isn't he?

After reassuring himself, Fitney turned his head and walked towards where he should go.

"I ...... Waiting for you. The moment he stepped into it, Fitney suddenly said.

Then, without looking back, he sank into it.

She didn't see Ed's hands—not even his back, shaking.

"But...... I won't see you again. His voice dissipated in the territory that meant despair, and no one heard it.