Lillian Janos was a cute and innocent little girl at that time. Her hair was slightly curly with a red bow, and her big green eyes were clear. A little clumsy to learn the etiquette of a noble lady with her mother, her delicate and beautiful face showed a serious and sensible appearance.

Lilian is loved by everyone and is the little princess of the whole of Anos. She is willing to show a sweet and innocent smile to anyone, whether it is a lowly groom or a lowly beggar. Even the most hateful and murderous bandit will be healed by her smile.

Her mother was a noble family with the same high moral and respected family in the imperial capital of Astra, but she rejected the pursuit of even the imperial prince and resolutely fell in love with Lilian's father.

Lilian's father was of high moral character and great learning, and was a nobleman who was admired and admired by the people of the realm. Unlike the other sons of the great lord, they have distinct personalities, or they are competitive and aggressive; Or the city is deep and resourceful. Then there is the complete wine bag rice bag, which has a bad reputation.

At that time, people liked to talk about it, but it was a pity that his father did not have the talent to become a knight, otherwise he would have been a generation of masters after inheriting the northern realm.

The good times didn't last long, maybe it was such an almost perfect family, and it was jealous of God.

The fate that belonged to Lillian was a shame that the entire Janos family did not want to talk about again, and the day known as the Scarlet Parade, the dignified Janos was brutally murdered in his own territory in the north. The civilians lamented and even wept bitterly for their adults. The aristocrats were sad, angry, or simply hiding their faces.

The only survivor of the massacre was Lilian Janos. She was found in a stinking ditch by the people who came to the rescue, as pitiful as a kitten shivering in the mud under a storm.

The territory that originally belonged to Lilian Yanos was "temporarily" recovered, as she was only a little girl under the age of six, and according to the laws of the Empire, at least for now, she could not inherit everything from her parents.

The eldest son of the Lord of the North, and William's father, naturally adopted the daughter of the youngest brother. Perhaps this warlike father has been completely disappointed in his son as a waste playboy who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, and has cultivated Lillian as an heir.

Lillian's name is still Lilian, but she's no longer the little blonde girl who likes innocent smiles. Years later, she became Lilian Janos, the youngest senior knight of Astra in the Empire.

"Let's go, there are no other humans in this area, I suggest you accept this reality," Oran stated.

"But...... Possibly, they are still alive. At this moment, Lillian is like a lost little girl, panicked and looking around.

"You said that the pile of minced meat in the giant's belly was so broken that I couldn't tell who it was. But you have to know that the odds are very small. ”

"Woo......"

Oran's words were like the straw that broke the camel's back. Lillian fell to her knees and began to cry. It was like going back to the stormy night of that year, and she was a person again, huddled in the dark, with nothing to do, nothing to do.

Finally, she felt a warm embrace. Oran learned from his memory and rested Lilian's head on his shoulder, his left hand caressing her back. Maybe that would make her feel better.

Oran's smell was so good and warm that it was reassuring, and Lillian had thrown herself into his arms and was crying......

"Let's go, follow me to a place, and then we'll get out of the forest and get out of here."

Orlan remembered what he had to do, and the two of them vanished into the horizon on their horses, leaving behind them a pile of burning ashes.

……

"What is this place?" Lillian was curious, because she couldn't think of such a quiet place in this barren world of ice and snow.

This is the end of the valley, and the wind and snow seem to be getting faint and slow. Inside the cave, you won't even hear the wind sweeping through the rocky cliffs or treetops.

The location is on the mountainside, and the only entrance is a sheep intestine path clinging to the rock wall, which may be safe from being harassed by large creatures like giants.

And the most unexpected thing is that there are animal skin beds, wooden tables, bottles and cans for water, and even stoves for cooking in the cave, but they are all covered with a thick layer of dust. It means that this place has been inhabited by someone for a long time.

Lilian glanced at Orlan and felt that the man was becoming more and more mysterious. Outstanding strength, excellent swordsmanship, almost a hundred shots of the bow and arrow, but like a worldly master living in seclusion in this place. And the age doesn't seem to be very old, is it an elf of the immortal species, but it doesn't have eye-catching ears.

Oran walked to the depths of the cavern, in front of a small stone tombstone. On the stele there is only a brief inscription of "Hunter - Morgan" in the continental lingua franca.

He sat down on his knees, took out the small black crystal that belonged to Mark the Hunter, and placed it in front of the tombstone. And Lilian looked at Orlan so solemnly, presumably someone she cherished and missed, and she knelt beside her with the same respect.

"Morgan? May you ask who the deceased was? ”

"Well, old hunter. He raised me. ”

"What kind of man is he?"

"He? A nagging drunkard who always sent me to buy him wine before hunting. Always thinking that one day I could buy a house in Odingenam. But the money he saved was either given away by him or he bought wine. ”

"Giving it away?"

"Well, there are always a few hunters in the village who are missing arms and legs to take care of by him."

"Then why did you ...... Shouldn't he be a strong hunter? ”

"At that time, the old hunter couldn't beat me, but there were too many people on the other side, and he used a strong crossbow, and the old hunter took an arrow for me. Although many people were killed, there were still some who ran away, such as this one. Orlan picked up the little Sombra.

"So you've been hunting those people now?" Lillian even forgot to use Oran's original honorific title.

She was curious about what Orlan called a "sinner's soul," like a pure black crystal. And she was sure that it was not a product of magic, and she had not seen any magic that could refine the soul, at least not in the Empire.

"Yes, at least let those get the retribution they deserve."

"Then you might kill a lot of people, and you might be wanted. After all, this is not what the Empire allows...... Maybe I can help you. ”

"No, just let me settle it all the way I do."