Sister?

"Impossible." Monia was stunned for a moment, this was really an unexpected situation, even if there were more than a dozen assumptions in advance, she had never considered this possibility. Without it, even basic rational assumptions are not worth considering—not to mention racial differences, even if they are 108,000 miles apart in age—"Lord Moya, now is not the time to laugh—I remember you said that you spent at least a thousand or two thousand years studying the mirror space, right?" ”

Even if she is full of calculations, Monia is only a few hundred years old, and she is far from the other party.

"Age?" The elven archmage held his chin and seemed to be thinking seriously about the question, then raised his eyebrows, "That's not a problem. ”

Not a problem? Monia's brow jumped—I'm not an old youkai like you.

She opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but at this time, the elven archmage took the lead, although it seemed to be just an ordinary sentence, but to Monia's ears, how to think about it was meaningful: "At least for you and me, it's not a problem. ”

Time, not a problem?

This is not like the tone of a mortal, dare to say that, in this world there are only lichs and ...... who abandon their bodies and exist purely as souls A legendary mage above the mortal.

Of course, the elven archmage was not wrong, at least one thing was not wrong - pure time actually didn't mean anything to her, and as the inheritor of the direct bloodline of the primordial elves, her lifespan was almost infinite. If it weren't for the fact that she was now in an era of chaos where the entire continent of Aarons would be plunged into bloody turmoil, she would have a lot of time to squander - and even by the time she reached adulthood, she would naturally have the power to rival the archmage.

But...... She was right to say that, but why did the Elven Archmage say this?

- She doesn't have a sister, she knows this very well.

After all, her parents had said that they were their only flesh and blood - she didn't think that her parents would cheat on her about such things.

"What a cautious and suspicious child......" The elven archmage shook his head, half distressed and half gratified, as he gazed at Monia, and then laughed, "-I confessed here, little Monia, your brain has to learn to turn." ”

"......" glanced at her with black lines on his head, and the little mage lowered his head and remained silent.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she knew in her heart that her relationship with the elven archmage was indeed abnormal—this abnormality was not only reflected in daily interactions, but also in the perception of her heart—whenever the other party was by her side, she always had a vague sense of security and warmth.

It's like blood in the blood......

But—this was impossible, she clearly remembered that at the end of the path of her true name, in that strange and unknowable world, her ancestor, Minerva, had said that she was her only remaining blood relative, that the primordial elves' senses could not be wrong, that their very existence was the manifestation of the will of the ether, and that what they believed was the truth, at least in the etheric world.

So, it is impossible for her to have a sister.

That is, what the elven archmage said...... It's a lie.

After realizing this, he raised his head without much defense and looked at the other party.

Suspicious eyes.

"Okay...... I admit it, I admit that I threw in the towel. Looking at each other, the elven archmage raised his hands with an expression that he really lost to you, "It seems that only by revealing the answer first can you rest assured...... What a troublesome sister. ”

Not sisters! Monia retorted in her heart, but she didn't organize the other party to continue—the elven archmage had no ill will towards her—and if she had, she would have absolutely no room to fight back. Not to mention...... Although she didn't want to admit it, she didn't feel that the other party's feelings for her were just a disguise.

Maybe it's just intuition, but a mage is a creature who believes in intuition.

Monia is not an exception.

"I don't know what the problem is, but in my expectation, you should be able to guess something." Fingertips gently brushed over the delicate skin of the eyebrows, crimson colors lit up, something was appearing, and the elven archmage explained with a smile, "This is just a small trick, I will teach you when I have time." ”

"But that doesn't mean you're my sister." Monia watched the elven secret diamond appear above the other party's eyebrows, and couldn't help frowning-there is no doubt that they are of the same race, and the existence of the elven secret diamond cannot be faked-but, why does she call herself a sister? Obviously, there can be no kinship.

So, she naturally asked, but the answer she got was-

"Well...... holding his chin and looking pensive, "didn't your parents tell you?" After all, it was the first living beings since the opening of the world, and the relationship between the first primordial elves was a bit chaotic - so, anyway, there were only so many people, and the same generation often called each other brothers and sisters. ”

Really? Indeed, it makes sense to make sense, but it always feels a little awkward.

"But," Moya said, "we should be related." ”

"Impossible." Monia is more or less accustomed to the elven archmage's habit of speaking halfway, but it's just ...... She doesn't think she's really related to her, "I don't have a sister, and I don't have any other blood relatives. ”

A categorical answer.

"That's not the case," Moya shook his head, "you can't go wrong with the induction of blood, we do have a blood relationship - little Monia, which one do you trace back to in your paternal and maternal line?" ”

"Julius and Minerva." It's not a secret that can't be said.

"That's right," the elven archmage held out his hand, "reacquaint, my name is Moya Julius Elune Neptune—a little faint in blood, but it's your sister. ”

Julius ...... All right......

Sure enough, the man who stepped on a few boats was the most annoying.

"Come on......" deliberately prolonged tone, "call Sister Sheng to listen." ”

"Sister...... Sister. Turning his head, he said a little awkwardly - whether it is strength or seniority, it is indeed so, but why is there a subtle unwillingness? Well, it must be a certain "sister" who is too sisterless to look like!

"That's right." Tight hugs, happy ...... There are even some moving voices.

Is it too lonely? Monia couldn't understand, but the stiff expression on her face involuntarily softened - although she was an unqualified sister, as a relative...... It's not bad.

"Ah, Moya...... Sister. After much hesitation, she still felt that she should give the other party a little due respect, even though it was a bad guy, but it was undoubtedly her elder, "Why did you come to the Elven Forest - hundreds of years ago?" ”

"That's it." Mo Ya calmed down from the initial emotion, did not let go of the hand that tightly wrapped the little mage, tilted his head and said, "Because I foresaw the return of the elves, and foresaw the appearance of the elven empress - although unlike us, she is not pure-blooded, but she also has a certain kinship with us, so we can't just leave it alone." ”

"Hmm," Monia nodded, not saying anything more—she and the Elven Empress hadn't even met in person, and they were still strangers who couldn't be strangers anymore.

"What about little Monia?" Continuing to lean on the little mage's body, the weight of the whole person pressed on her shoulders, "Why did little Monia think of coming to the Elven Forest - I was shocked when I saw you at that time, I didn't expect to meet the real clan in this situation......" As she spoke, she suddenly laughed and casually gestured to the height, "It's still such a small one." ”

The ...... was silent, and the mage didn't want to say anything.

"Xiao, Mo, Ni, Ya?" Affectionate tone, word by word question.

Confused, the mage still resigned to reality—it wasn't wise to fight the other party, and her height would be her flaw for the foreseeable future—"Actually, it doesn't matter. He replied a little awkwardly, and his tone gradually softened, "I just thought that I could get more resources in the Elven Forest than in the school, and I could complete the promotion as quickly as possible and become a high-level mage as quickly as possible." ”

"Why is there such a hurry?" A slightly curious tone.

"Because ......," Monia did not intend to hide, but only pondered the choice of words, "I feel that something is approaching under the earth, some unspeakable evil, its approach has cast a shadow over the sky, and it has caused war on the land, and countless wolf smoke has raged on the continent, and countless towns have been swallowed up by billowing smoke, and no one has survived." ”

As much as she revealed, she revealed the information.

"Is it," the hands around the mage were slightly released, and Moya raised his head, his deep eyes looking into the unknown distance, "The stormy future is the last elegy of this era?" ”

No, this is a new era—Monia would love to say it, but she doesn't—and her cheap sister, though she had foreseen the turmoil of the world at the end of the old and new eras, still underestimated the chaos and tragedy of this turmoil—and in her memory, there were more than one or two fallen legends and gods.

The two of them were silent with their own thoughts, and they did not move for a long time.

Until—Mo Ya withdrew her gaze from afar, and naturally rested her head on the little mage's shoulder, and let out a faint sigh of relief, the hot and humid breath touched the tips of her sensitive ears, making her face flush.

"Little Monia," Moya, who was a little tired for some reason, exhaled, "Do you want to hear a story from me?" ”

With a blushing face, the mage nodded stiffly.

PS: I haven't repaired it, I'm in a bit of a hurry, and I'm going to do an internship report.

Ps2: I'm not very satisfied with this chapter.