Dolma had a dream, and the strange flower branches that seemed to be real and illusory grew from under his feet, slowly climbing up to his knees beyond the ankle bones, and the flower buds were shy and gradually became ready to be released.

The wind came from afar, driving the flower branches to sway gently. The flower buds slowly open and bloom in the swaying. After blooming, the petals begin to drift and scatter from the branches, but they are scattered endlessly.

They rise and fall with the wind, gradually covering the world of dreams. Where the petals fall, new branches and leaves break through the ground, and in the blink of an eye, the branches are full of flowers, and the world becomes full of flowers.

A girl came from afar, and Dolma was whispering in her sleep—Zoya.

......

After waking up, Dolma was reluctant to get up, immersed in the afterglow of the dream.

Since being confined to the family's domain, his father's reputation has plummeted, and all his ambitions have been swept away, but he is still irreplaceable. After all, my sister is still there, even if she has become a stranger.

Parents rarely mention their sister, for whom she has fulfilled her mission to the family, but Dolma can't forget it.

Since that day, he has been in a state of self-blame.

Bran's letter, in particular, briefly explains some things about the wizard. And ask Zoya about her past and ask them to write a description as concisely as possible.

Bran says he'll do his best to preserve Zoya's memory, but there's little hope.

No one thought it was Bran's politeness and hypocrisy, because for their little family, Bran didn't need hypocritical politeness at all.

Ever since reading that letter, Dolma has always been reminded of her younger sister when she was a child. Zoya has been like this since she was a child, used to playing a good baby. But as an older brother, he has seen too many unknown sides of his sister.

Parents have always pinned some kind of extravagant hopes on their sister, and Dolma has a bad opinion of this. But when this extravagant expectation is transferred to her younger sister, it will inevitably overwhelm her.

Maybe my parents know that, too. But as long as my sister behaves generously and decently in front of people, even if there is a small mistake in the back, it doesn't hurt.

When the news of my sister's awakening to become a wizard reached the clan, my parents were excited for a long time, believing that this was their most successful speculation. I fantasize that my sister will be able to bring them a greater reward after she achieves something.

According to common sense, these expectations should have come true. It's just that no one could have imagined that wizards couldn't guess according to common sense.

It was he who, in fear, cut off his sister's last bond to the family.

Dolma hated Bran a little, but when he saw Bran's letter, he began to hate himself again. If I could be braver, maybe my sister wouldn't have forgotten this family completely.

With a sigh, Dolma slowly sat up. As soon as he sat up, he was stunned. Right next to the bed, just at the feet, a demon flower was lying there quietly.

Dolma closed her eyes and shook her head vigorously, hoping to dispel the illusion in front of her. But when he opened his eyes again, the demon flower did not disappear, but emitted a crystal glimmer.

When Dolma recovered from the shock and picked up the demon flower and ran into his father's study, he found that his father and mother were sitting opposite each other, and the two demon flowers were lying there quietly on the square table in front of them......

Facing the gaze of his parents, Dolma gently raised the flower branch in his hand, "I had a dream. In the dream, sister—" Dolma paused, feeling that it was a bit inappropriate to say that, so she changed her title, "Zoya has become a god, and wants us to believe in her. ”

With the words, Dolma walked to the table and gently put the demon flower down.

"I thought it was a dream," Dolma smiled wryly, "and now I know that I have been living in dreams since I was a child, and I have never been awake." ”

Nils looked at the three demon flowers on the table, and sighed for a while: "It's time to wake up, I now understand why she forgot everything before." ”

With these words of regret, Nils let out a long sigh again. Then he continued: "In the past year, the legends of the gods in the Northland City have become more and more popular. I didn't believe it before, thinking it was just a rumor.

Last year, it was reported that the giants of the Far North had come to Northland, and they called the god name of the Great Wizard Bran, Night. When I received the news, I thought it was a group of barbarians from the far north who were inarticulate.

Now think about it, what if he was a god in the first place, was there always someone worshipping him in some unknown corner?"

Nils subconsciously reached for the flower branch, but paused when he was about to touch it, and slowly withdrew his hand.

"His rise has always been inexplicable. Do you remember Bran?" Seeing Dolma nodding, "You always say he doesn't look like a Northlander, but he doesn't look like anyone. Think of his villa, think of the murals on the walls, and the stories you retell.

I thought I was quite knowledgeable, but I had never heard those stories. I've even consulted scholars about this, but they don't know anything about these stories. ”

"I always felt that he didn't fit in with the world. Nils pointed to the demon flower on the table, "It wasn't until this demon flower appeared in front of my eyes that I suddenly realized."

What if he wasn't from this world?"

Nils laughed self-deprecatingly, and with a sense of relief from doubt, he continued: "Only in this way can his words and deeds be explained.

That's fine, at least I don't feel regret and guilt anymore. It was just the gods reaching out to us and returning to our companions. Perhaps this would explain why Zoya would get entangled with Bran as soon as she saw her.

You don't have to feel guilty anymore, it's just the gods cutting off the past with your and my hands. She blessed her upon her return to the throne and allowed us to worship her, perhaps as compensation for us. ”

Dolma reminded, "What about the Great Wizard Bran, do we also need to make offerings?"

"No! Don't make your own decisions just yet. If he wanted to, he would have already been planted in the Northlands. As soon as the words came out, he suddenly paused, "No! Under the tower in the east of the city, he and the goddess were already standing side by side.

I heard that a temple not far away also appeared with the tower, but it has not been publicized.

The name of the temple popped out of Nils's mind—Night. ”

That's right! He has already announced the name of God to the world.