"Eventually, I got tired of wandering, and I followed the call of the Aether to the Southern Forest and settled down here."

"That's all."

Calm and leisurely, Mo Ya said—and then took out a whole set of tea sets out of nowhere, poured a cup of black tea, found a seat to sit down, and looked at the clear sky thoughtfully, taking a sip of the contents of the cup, leaving only the little mage beside him to frown alone, sorting out the information she had revealed earlier.

As complex and unpalatable as the message she'd revealed was a story, a story of her own, but it spanned a little bit further from the timeline — well, probably from the gods to hundreds of years ago......

Hey, hey! That's it!

The advent of the gods was at the end of the First Age, and from the perspective of the historiography of later generations, the real beginning time of the Second Age was the conclusion of the Sacred Covenant and the implementation of the Sacred Calendar - in other words, the guy in front of her who claimed to be her sister, and in fact was also her sister, was actually a living fossil who had lived through the entire era?

Although she had been mentally prepared for the other party's age much older than her, this age gap was unexpected, Monia shrugged her head for a while before she came out of the psychological shadow, looked up at this cheap sister, opened her mouth, wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say when she got to her mouth - unconsciously hesitated, and asked inexplicably: "Are you...... Don't you hate them? They do that to you. ”

They were referring to Fastan's royal family, and Moya's parents were kind to this family, so they entrusted her to His Majesty the Emperor of Fastan. It's just that I didn't expect that the human race finally betrayed the trust, and the royal family, who was supposed to be the guardian, revealed her news to the church, and finally caused her to be caught by the heresy and sent to the black prison.

Black Prison - Monia once spent time there, and in the memory of the legendary archmage, it was a dark place filled with darkness and despair. In all fairness, she didn't dare to imagine if the two sides could get along differently, and she would be able to have hope and look forward to the future in that place...... Nearly a hundred years.

It's really remarkable.

"Them?" The archmage who lived here as an elf didn't know what Monia was thinking, but he raised his eyebrows, paused for a moment, and then said, "There's nothing to hate, those people who were entrusted to take care of me have been dead for I don't know how many years, and it is their descendants who betray me for more than ten generations or even dozens of generations...... In this respect, human beings are really fragile lives......"

She smiled wryly, not knowing why there was an inexplicable sentimentality.

Monia couldn't understand her sentimentality, but she could understand the bitterness in her last sentence, and nodded silently - indeed, humans are such fragile creatures, and as decades pass, it is not only their appearance that changes, but also their hearts, and possibly even ...... Never to see their familiar voices and smiles again.

Eronica, Wina...... I don't know if you're okay......

She didn't know how long she would have to stay in the Elven Forest, but it would take at least three years for her to build her spell system, to master the common spells in the realm of mid-level mages, and to lay a solid foundation for promotion - three years may be just a nap time for a dragon, a beard is just an experiment time for a mage, but for a short-lived human, it is enough time to change the trajectory of life.

She was suddenly a little scared, afraid of being reunited, afraid of seeing friends who were completely different from before.

"By the time I finally got out of the black prison, all the people who betrayed me had turned to dust and dust, and they couldn't even find a suitable person for revenge - it was terrible." I don't know what kind of mentality, Mo Ya said this, and then took a sip of black tea in a good time, turned his head sideways, and his black eyes swept over, as if he was expecting the mage's reaction. But to her surprise, Monia didn't show a cute look of puffing, but lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking.

"Whew." With a soft sigh, she naturally put the teacup in the air, then got up, approached, gently stroked the little mage's long hair, and turned her face sideways, "What are you thinking?" Don't turn the horns. ”

"Nothing." Monia tilted her head slightly, avoiding the other's gaze, and muttered in a low voice.

"Even if you say that, your expression betrays you." With a smile without malice, Moya tilted his head and said in a slightly teasing voice, "As if to say - I'm struggling right now, come and help me...... Isn't it, little Mo-Ni-Ya? ”

At the end, when the mage's name was pronounced, the voice was sweet and greasy.

"Just—no." A retort with a blushing face.

"Actually, Monia is really the one who writes all her thoughts on her face." A rare gentle smile, a rare look that an elder should have, "Monia is thinking about your human friend - this question, sister, I have also thought about it, but I can't think of the result - for us, the life span of human beings is too short, we can only cross the sky like a meteor, and every parting may be a real farewell." Therefore, all we can do is to cherish every moment we spend with them, keep this precious memory in our hearts, and never forget ......it."

Unpretentious feelings.

"That ......," Monia explained, hesitating, "I wasn't thinking about that. ”

Naturally, silence fell in the next moment.

"Actually, what I'm thinking about is ......" In this depressing atmosphere, Monia swallowed her saliva, and finally decided to ask this cheap sister for help, after all, no matter how unreliable the other party is, age and experience are there, and it may provide some valuable insights, "Reuniting in a few years, will the friends I know be my former friends - Mo ...... Well, sister, you know, for humans, years are a long unit of time. ”

"This problem?" Moya nodded, then shook her head again, "There's no need to be so sentimental, little Monia - people will always change, but the memories of the past will not change." If you expect your friends to be the same as they were when they were separated, then it would be too cruel for your friends, and if you think about it from another perspective, will you not change at all when you meet again? You should trust your friends and trust that they can maintain this friendship, after all, they are your friends – this is the most basic trust between friends. ”

"Hmm." Monia hung her head and said in a near-indiscreet voice, "Thank you, sister. ”

For the first time, she recognized the sisterhood from the bottom of her heart.

"Huh?" The tone of questioning, with a rather subtle malice, "Little Monia, what were you talking about just now?" I didn't hear clearly, say it again. ”

"Nothing." The mage was one hundred percent sure she would hear it clearly.

"I didn't hear it, something like that-" with a wicked smile on her face, deliberately elongated her tone, and then clasped her hands together and made a gesture of looking up, her dark eyes, which were as deep as the night sky, widened suddenly, perfectly imitating the temperament and charm that a young girl should have, and even the flickering tears in the corners of her eyes were clearly visible at this moment--she put on such a posture, and said in a pitiful voice: "Thank you...... Sister-in-law......"

The tone of tears of joy.

"My lord...... is redundant. With a cold face, Monia said.

"Little Monia is shy?" Questioning sentences, affirmative tones, and...... Malicious speeches.

"Not really!" A rebuttal of righteous rhetoric.

"Sure enough," he clapped his palms suddenly, and said seriously, "The shy Monia is the cutest." ”

"Not really!" Pointless rebuttal.

"Isn't Monia cute?" A faint inquiring voice.

"Not really!" Habitual rebuttal.

“……”

“……”

At this point, Monia finally determined a fact that did not need to be determined at all - she, and this guy...... I can't get along! It doesn't fit in at all!

ps: Sold a cute ...... The habit of making up the plot or something to sell cute.,It shouldn't have been sold from the beginning.,Now the mode of getting along can't be changed-self-abandonment.。