My name is Akatosh,

…… That's not me!

—4E, 201, Moon of the Fire, 29th, 06:34 -

"[What is the biggest fantasy in life?]"

"It's naïve, my brother."

"[Welcome home-]"

Astrade walked into the Sanctuary of Morningstar City, looking at the slowly closing black door and the usual interior arrangements, there was a feeling of being in a different world.

As an assassin in the shadows, it is not surprising that she was almost pressed and beaten by the Sharp-Eyed Eagle in a head-on battle, but just a few squad leaders and ordinary scouts put her in a desperate situation, especially the "Dragon Breaking Slash" issued by the Grand Commander himself at the end, Astod couldn't think of a way to deal with it anyway, if it wasn't for [] desperate rescue, the Dark Brotherhood might have been wiped out.

Wait a minute...... Who?

"Welcome home~ (spades) hey, hey, hey~ (diamonds) Welcome home! (Plum blossoms)" Cicero the Clown jumped out and repeated Kurome's words with a strange expression.

"Do you have any instructions from the Night Mother?" His thoughts were interrupted, and Astrid looked at him angrily, "You have provided us with a new shelter, and we are willing to listen to the words of the Night Mother, but that does not mean that you can do whatever you want. ”

"I'm sorry~ (hearts) listeners can really do whatever they want~ (hearts)" The clown began to spin and dance in place.

It seems that the Night Mother has no special instructions, so there is no need to be false with him, Astrid frowned slightly, and walked around the clown to the depths of the sanctuary.

The new sanctuary beneath the Morning Star is a converted converted tunnel, with an entrance to a cliff facing the sea that slopes down when entered, and the interior is not a simple hall with four walls of cavernous rooms, but a real mine with different rooms, planes, passages and stairs that make up the entire sanctuary, giving the first impression of "like a huge anthill".

"Chief, you're back!" Gabrila, the dark elf, was packing up the simple equipment and props for going out at the entrance, and immediately greeted Astoride energetically.

"Got a mission?" Astrade now has no objection to the fact that most of the Brotherhood's tasks and contracts are not handled by himself, and since he can't do everything in detail and command, then it is acceptable to coordinate in the middle.

In order not to happen like [] again,...... Hey? Who?

"Ah, now that the Morning Star is spreading rumors everywhere that the 'Storm Cloak' is going to abandon them and give up their territory to the Imperial Legion, some people are ready to take the opportunity to get rid of some of the people who stand in their way, thinking that they will not track down the events of the previous term after the change of lords anyway." Gabriela put on his finger and smiled, "My task is to make them quiet." ”

"Just do what the task requires, and don't do superfluous things without permission." Astrid nodded and watched her leave in the direction of the door.

"Hey...... I won't use it, it's useless what you say. ”

"Your appearance is too distinctive, it's impossible to blend in with the crowd, didn't you find that the Night Mother didn't give you a task?"

"Hmph...... I don't drink it anyway. ”

After seeing Gabrila away, Asteride meets Savera the Wurmite and Festus, the human mage, by a pool of living water that has been introduced, who is recommending a potion to the former.

The Wurmian's color-changing ability is advantageous in the south where the trees and grass are dense, but here in the Morning Star in the north of Skyrim, it is not normal for a sudden green to appear except for the rocks and snow.

Festus's potion seemed to be able to turn the user white, a kind of white that was close to gray, but because there were too few testers on that thing, it was impossible to determine what the after-effects would be, such as not being able to change back, and Saveira, who was quite proud of his appearance, naturally refused.

"Chief." "Chief." The two greeted together.

"Take a few sips of your own and set an example." Astrid dropped a word and passed by them.

"Astrid, uh, I'm ......" "Hello chief, I'm going to borrow your husband for a while, don't be jealous." At the door of the intelligence room, the small Babette was dragging the tall Ian Bryon past him.

It's weird to be jealous, right?

"I don't know what experiments you're going to do, but don't get too badly hurt." Astrid ignored her husband's plea for help and waved her hand.

"Hey, hey~ I thought of a way to create a creature with the characteristics of both a werewolf and a vampire, and it must be interesting to have the advantages of both and not have their own weaknesses~" The nearly five-hundred-year-old little vampire dragged the werewolf away.

Not...... Isn't it time to worry a little? Astrade shook his head and pushed the door open into the intelligence room.

The Red Guard, Nazr with a scimitar on his waist was in charge of intelligence, and his new intelligence room in Morningstar was more than four or five times larger than the original, so he simply merged the intelligence room with the conference room, and if he needed any information during a meeting, he could find it in two steps.

"Submit a task." Astoride threw five oddly shaped iron plaques at the conference table.

"This mission is really not difficult for you, Chief," Nazr got up while he was flipping through the information, took the iron plates and observed: "Well, sure enough, it's the 'Morag Gang', and only for this kind of person, the Night Mother will issue a pact of killing - then, your mission has been completed perfectly, and the reward has been added." ”

"How did you analyze the pattern and law of the Night Mother's release tasks?" Astode didn't care about his reward and continued to ask.

Since she decided to accept the fact that there is a supreme being on her head, it is necessary to analyze her behavior pattern, so as not to touch the bottom line one day without knowing it, and end up with an internal battle.

"Let's take your mission this time, Chief," Nazr flipped through the big book that recorded the mission, "This is one of the Nightmother's rare 'kill' missions, targeting members of Morawind's 'Morag Gang' from Morrowind, who have been commissioned by some nobles with connections over there to assassinate the members of the 'Shawl Blonde' in Stormhelm City. ”

"The life and death of humans in Skyrim Province can only be controlled by her personally? Whoever meddles will die. Astrid nodded slightly: "This is in line with our initial inference - the Night Mother intends to open up a 'life and death cycle' priesthood similar to [Akai], but completely different. ”

"No, at least not completely," Nazr smiled bitterly, "if this standard is strictly followed, then we will die first, do you remember how much bread you have eaten?" ”

"There are six of them, and I'm a soup pie." Astoride replied without hesitation.

"Okay, but you should know what I mean, Nazre's principle regarding the Nightmother seems to be limited to Skyrim Province, and it was after she arrived in Skyrim Province, and the date on which we had a documented mission that did not meet the Nightmother's 'rules' would succeed was the day Cicero escorted Nightmother's coffin into Skyrim Province. ”

"Well, go ahead." Astrid nodded.

"And then there's the way the Nightmother accepts the contract, the dark ritual," Nazr flipped through a few more pages, pulling out a piece of other information, "No matter where the dark ritual is held, or if outsiders know about it, the Nightmother can always receive it and send someone to contact her, but that only confirms her authority similar to that of a demon god or the Holy Spirit." ”

"All the targets of the contract accepted by the Night Mother have their own 'way of death,' and I will not take them," Nazr said, gesturing to a row of bookshelves, "the kind of sinner who would definitely be sentenced to death if he were brought to trial by a truly fair court." ”

"So, our 'Dark Brotherhood' is now a 'court'? Scold. Astrid laughed self-deprecatingly, she did sometimes explain the Brotherhood's actions to put gold on her face, such as when she pulled [] into the gang.

Hey......? She held her forehead, what the hell did I forget?

"Actually, not necessarily, sometimes the target's crime is not serious enough, but the client has a strong hatred and resentment, and if the contract is not accepted, he/she will most likely do it herself, in this case, the Night Mother will also accept the contract, for example...... Well, that 'Kind Guiro'. ”

I remember that Kindness Guiluo was killed by []...... Hey?

"Oh, Guiluo, how is she?" In the confusion, Astrid barely had any extra thoughts to adjust his expression, and asked blankly.

"According to the news from one of the spies we intercepted to the Imperial Legion, there is a Lady Lone Wind in the Winter Castle Mage Academy, very similar to the Kind Guiluo, but since she doesn't pay much attention to this person, there is no more valuable information," Nazr said, pointing to a few lines on the intelligence, "This surname is rather unusual, and we found a 'Lone Wind Captain' in Windhelm City, and confirmed that he has a sister named 'Guiluo'." ”

"So—" Astrade's mind went from a freeze to re-run.

"So, those 'innocent' targets that we thought we had killed could have changed their names, appearances, and lives in another identity somewhere in Skyrim, but there is no more evidence to prove further." Nazr shrugged: "Suddenly I feel like all my years have been wasted. ”

Astrid didn't feel like it was in vain, a figure that was about to disappear from memory became clear, and although she still couldn't remember the name or relationship with it, she was undoubtedly doing something similar to the information she had, and because of that, she would-

"Oh! Mother! What's wrong with you, mother! Let me go farther? That's impossible! (Blocks)" Cicero's shouting suddenly came from outside.

"Uh, Nightmother was angry when she heard we were orchestrating her?" Nazr was in a daze, and Astod turned and rushed out.

The appearance of the Night Mother, in fact, everyone has seen, is a tall and beautiful woman wrapped in a blue cloth belt, those cloth belts can make powerful attacks or defenses and healing effects, and can also spread strange light wings on the back, but unfortunately it is only a corpse, which can only convey its meaning through Cicero, the "listener", no matter how serious the words, always seem nondescript under the words of the mad clown.

At this time, the iron coffin was closed, and the pair of huge blue transparent light wings were shining through the coffin and fanning quietly, and the cloth belts that were originally wrapped around the body were being pulled out one by one, as if they were going to scatter all the cloth belts on the body.

"Wow, Mother~ (hearts)" Cicero grew his mouth: "Are you all now—uh, dare to say it and kill me?" All right. (Block)"

Titicaca – The Iron Coffin of the Night Mother slowly opens to the sides, revealing the scene within.

Contrary to the expectations of some of the men present, it was not the Night Mother who was there, but a girl who was taking a nap with a strange gun, she looked to be about ten years old, wearing a cute short dress with red edges on a white background, a short cape with thick plush trim on her shoulders, black gloves over her elbows, bright silver boots and red stockings that were also very long, and her whole outfit was decorated with plush balls and ribbons in many places.

The most striking thing is her short snow-white hair and the arch-like white forehead on her face.

At this moment, the name and related things that Astrid always subconsciously ignored instantly revived in her mind, and she directly rushed over and hugged the little girl into her arms: "[Joan of Arc]! ”

"Ah......" The girl opened her eyes in confusion, looked around, and suddenly struck Astrid's forehead with her head, shook the spear in her hand, and said in an unusually crisp and lovely but rather impatient voice:

"My name is Joan of Arc. Lily, whoever dares to call me [Night Mother] will poke him to death! ”

"Okay ~ Mother ~ (hearts)"

Never before have the members of the Brotherhood been so united and neatly sympathetic to a single person.