【Glacier Guardian Fortress - Basement】

The girl walked alone in the long corridor underground, the white sacrificial robe draped over her shoulders, no longer as long as when she first got it, like a burden, now only ankle-length. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Her name is Lisandro.

A beautiful name, and not only that, but among the Frost Guardian clan, she is definitely a beauty. Long silver-white hair, not very well managed, so scattered like a waterfall, clear light blue eyes, delicate lips, and fair skin that has been in the dark tower all year round.

The blindfold was pulled up by her and put on her forehead, like the headscarf that sailors often wear in fairy tales, she didn't know what sailors were like, she had never seen the sea, in a sense, she had never even seen the sun. For as long as she can remember, she has been taken to the tower, in seclusion, to practice the magic of glaciers.

Most of the time, she had to wear an eye patch - in fact, she had to do it all the time, Princess Mafra, the woman who was both a mentor and a guardian, had always asked her to do so, presumably for the sake of practicing magic. Every time I take off my blindfold without permission, I have to be scolded. However, the girl's heart will still tend to her to secretly pluck it so that she can explore this mysterious place.

The palm of her hand caressed the damp and cold wall of the basement, and the patterns of magic were engraved into her palm little by little, and she could already rely on her sense of touch to "see" things, and the darkness could not affect her perception. From this point of view, although Her Highness Mafula's requirements are harsh, they are indeed for her cultivation.

But if you take it off occasionally, at least you won't go blind.

She comforted herself by saying that it was so boring to stay in the tower every day, as if there was only one side of the world so small, so it was always time to secretly do some interesting exploration.

At the bottom of the tower, there is a visible but non-existent wall of ice in the basement, emitting a thick white gas, which looks like it will freeze people to the bone from a distance. But it's a blind way to pass through directly. If it weren't for years of cultivation that didn't rely on eye perception, I wouldn't have been able to find this place. And the last locked door, she tried to open little by little with a key made of ice.

She was complacent about her success, and her heart was pounding at the rebellious behavior and curiosity of the moment, and for more than a decade she had been living in captivity, though Her Highness Mafula said that it was all for the sake of her greater mission, and that when she reached the age of eighteen, she would be free.

These are all things that must be paid for the sake of true freedom.

At the end of the corridor was a spiral staircase, swallowed up by a dark staircase, and it was unknown what was waiting for her below. The girl slowly walked down the spiral staircase against the wall, and the damp moisture on the wall made her feel very comfortable.

Although she practiced glacier magic, it was not real ice, ice was frozen by water, and when the weather was warm, the ice melted and turned into a babbling stream. But her magic produced a different kind of water, which melted and sank to the bottom of the water, not flowing, not making a sound—like soulless water.

Touching this moist water vapor and feeling it rise upward, it seems that you can feel the breath of life from it.

The staircase finally came to an end, and she had been worried that some monster would run up at the end of the staircase, and in front of her was a narrow corridor with an ancient door at the end, which Lisandro opened easily, and the light behind the door pierced her eyes.

Although it was the blue light oozing from the jewels of the decoration, it still blinded her for a moment, and she rubbed her eyes, realizing that it was a library, and several rows of bookshelves stood in the room, and Lisandro passed between them, her gaze swept over the bookshelf to a book on the shelf. The books are very old, with a lot of traces of dust on them, and the pages are mostly yellowed. The title of the book was written on the spine in a variety of words to make it easy to find, and she knew only some of them, the ancient languages that Mauffle had taught her, and some of the tribal languages, which from the title showed to be poorly translated.

"The Phoenix: The Guardian Bird", "A Study of the Magic of the Fire Phoenix", "Atlas of Magical Creatures......

Lisandro flipped through the translations that she barely recognized, and felt that they were all boring research reports, and although the girl was curious, she was not at all interested in these boring contents, and just flipped through them.

When I opened the book "Research in Magic", I saw the page of a big bird, and I used a very simple way to add flames to the wings of the big bird.

This is what these books on the shelves refer to repeatedly...... Phoenix?

Lisandro then realized that the reason why she had turned to this page at once was because a few pages had been torn out before, and most of the torn off pages were still there, like bookmarks stuck inside, guiding her to turn here.

But why tear it off?

If there's a secret, burning the book is the most straightforward way to do it. It's really interesting what is written in the torn place.

She searched around for the torn page, lying on the ground and searching the surrounding area, where the page might have been left behind. At last in the dust under the bookcase, she saw a pile of shredded paper, on which the cobwebs were gluing the fragments, and a black hairy spider lying on the web, not knowing what she could gain by knotting her webs in such a place.

She chased the spider away with the cold, reached out and tore the web apart, and scooped out the pile of shredded paper.

The text on it had been torn apart, and it was impossible to make out the full sentence. Ignoring the dust on the ground, she sat on the ground and pieced together the broken pieces of paper.

【Fire Phoenix...... Ancient Immortal Spirit ......]

[Its eyes are scorching, and its wings have the ability to set fire......]

[The power of its flame has the power to burn the soul......]

The shredded pieces of paper gradually came together, and the words on them were close to the original meaning, and she was getting closer and closer to what was written in the book, but at this moment, she heard footsteps, sounding on the spiral staircase she had just descended.

Someone's coming.

She had to find a place to hide...... Or, hurry up and put the rest of the paper together.

[Wounds on the hair and skin, ...... can still be healed]

The footsteps were getting closer and clearer, and it was the footsteps, and she felt more like something, on the ground...... Drag. The old door to the study was pushed and began to creak.

[Traces of the soul, no ...... Can...... Go...... Also. 】

The last piece was also put together, and the fragments of this sentence were even more fragmented, and the word "none" was even torn in half from the middle.

The door opened.

The dark shadow moved gracefully through the room, a long stretch behind its body dragging on the floor, creaking on the old floor.

Lisandro leaned low and leaned against the bookshelf to cover her body, not daring to breathe loudly. She had just noticed a small gap in the third row of bookshelves against the wall, but she didn't expect that there was a hole in the wall inside, but it was tightly covered.

She nestled in the crack in the wall, quietly staring at the world beyond the gap in the bookshelf. The footsteps stopped, and so did the dragging sounds. She still didn't dare to move, and observed the situation outside with trepidation.

The sound of a dragging sounded suddenly, sharp and piercing as fast as ice stabbing across the ground, and a red eye hole suddenly filled her vision.

It was an empty eye hole, and she had lost her eyeballs, and only the red flesh and blood vessels contracted in it, as if she had no eyes, and still saw her.

"Ahh - The girl screamed and stepped back, breathing heavily.

There are monsters, there are really monsters!

She slipped through a crack in the wall into another cramped room, and although she found this hidden place, she was discovered, and there was nowhere to run. In the middle of the room, there was only a statue of a phoenix, which had been destroyed for some unknown time, and had become rubble in many places, except for the peculiar bird's head, which convinced Lisandro that it was the phoenix she had just seen in the atlas.

Dark shadows appear in the narrow spots of the cracks in the walls.

"Ahh She fell to the ground, screaming and retreating, desperately moving her body back, in a panic, her palm pressed on the phoenix claws of the phoenix statue on the ground, and the ancient stone was instantly crushed.

But the next second, she saw bright red blood flowing from among the shattered rocks under her hands.

It wasn't her blood.

……

【Glacier Guardian Fortress - Tower】

"You're having nightmares."

It turns out that it was a dream?

Lisandro opened her eyes, and there was still a familiar pattern of the ancient magic array on the ceiling in front of her, and the familiar scene made her feel reassured. She is now in her own cot.

The woman stood in front of the window with her back to her.

But she still knew who she was, because she didn't know anything but this woman, Princess Marfula. Her white robe, covered with blue patterns, grew so long that it dragged on the floor, and it seemed displeasing to her voice, but Lisandro didn't think she had ever been happy.

"It's almost time to continue your magic lessons, Lisandro." Still in a cold voice, the woman turned around, a snow-white blindfold in front of her brow bone, covering her eyes. "Don't forget to put your blindfold on, I said, don't take it off at any time! Also, don't run around. Although you will not be punished, there will be no danger. Her voice suddenly became soft, unusually, and Lisandro didn't know if it was some kind of gentle sign.

Mafule walked over slowly and held her face gently: "You will definitely complete your mission, and after all, you will become me, Lisandro...... Princess. ”