In the fire ceremony, on the stone steps sat a girl dressed in gorgeous silver armor and a crown of white gauze. She seems to have been waiting for someone to arrive.

Ember first met her on the day she returned to the sacrificial grounds after arriving at the Living Sacrifice Route. Ember took the initiative to talk to her, but she ran into a gray nose, only to know that she was Ciris of the Twilight Country.

She was as beautiful and arrogant as a kaolin flower, and her indifferent gaze did not carry a trace of emotion, and she told Ember thousands of miles away that she didn't want to have anything to do with anyone.

The spotless silver armor and the dusty embers were like people from two worlds.

And this time, Ember swore that if it weren't for the burning eyes of this man for days, he wouldn't want to come forward and talk to him again.

"Oh, I'm meeting you again. I've heard from you several times...... I've heard you're a kind person. I'm also a man on a mission, but I can make a mark. "She's like a different person, more like a girl? Facing the direct gaze of the ember, her gaze was dodging, and even a little twisted.

“…… People say, 'The path to embers requires sacrifice', if it can help you...... Call me. She seemed nervous, for fear of a veto.

"Hmm." In the other party's glittering gaze called courage, Ember saw the kind of hope called loneliness. He didn't want to destroy such a beautiful hope with his own hands, even if it was a world of despair.

Cialis's flushed cheeks and biting her lip couldn't hide her mood at the moment. It's like a little girl who has been affirmed and appreciated.

"Hope...... Your journey has a moon shelter all the way. ”

Ember bowed slightly, accepting her blessing.

……

At some point, Ember's memories began to blur, perhaps after the loss of someone important. He would often be alone and caress the straight sword that he always carried with him, and it was strange that he never used it to fight.

Sometimes I suddenly remember that I am not the original inhabitants of this world, but I have very few memories of my past life. There was only one faith left in his heart - fire.

Perhaps subconsciously, he unconsciously came to the bridge of Irusil in the Cold Valley, and it seemed that the snow here would never stop.

He found the summoning marker that belonged to Ciris, could it be that she needed help? He accepted the call without hesitation.

The world in front of him hasn't changed much, but there is a scene of Ciris and a dark spirit fighting. And it seems that Ciris is about to be defeated, and is being suppressed by the dark spirit.

Although the dark spirit is no longer human, the fighting instinct of life is perfectly preserved, and even becomes more unscrupulous after going berserk.

Ember raised his sword and blocked a deadly attack for Ciris. He didn't say much, the continuous sword skills were dazzling, and each slash and stab was just right, not wasting a trace of physical strength.

Ciris, who wanted to come to help, found that the Dark Spirit had completely fallen behind, while Ember was at ease. His battles are so pleasing to the eye that they can even be called a flamboyant art. His control of the tempo of this battle was as methodical as breathing.

The sound of the weapons crashing seems to have changed to a rhythm as well...... Suddenly, it all came to an abrupt end under the snowflakes, and the battle was over.

And Ember, as a white spirit who accepted the summons, slowly turned into a phantom and dissipated into the air after completing the mission.

"Thank you...... Thank you for your sword a while ago, that dark spirit is Rosaria's finger, a vile, depraved child hiding in the shadows, and my enemy. …… That being said, that's a terrible intruder. If I deal with it alone, I will definitely end up miserable, and I thank you again. Ciris seemed to have a hint of fear, and put his hands on his chest.

Ciris finds Ember at the Flame Transmission Ground and offers to talk to him. At this time, Ciris is no longer the cold iceberg princess, but has a little bit of the pure and lively girl in white next door.

"Now, this is ...... This is my thank you gift, I hope it can help you. ”

Ember looked at the sword and ring that the girl had stuffed into his hand. Although the Rapier was not his usual weapon, it seemed to be a blessed weapon of great value.

And the elaborate white cat on the ring is lifelike, although it is metallic, it is not the slightest cold, is there still someone's temperature left on the ring?

Ciris seemed to realize something at this time, and lowered his head shyly and embarrassedly, his fingers twisted with nowhere to go, and his face was red and cute under the plain background.

Ember's already tattered heart seemed to be healed at this moment, and a smile could not help but appear on the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you."

"Well, what if...... If I can be of any help in your journey, touch my mark. May your journey be sheltered by the moon. ”

……

"Can I ask you a favor?"

"Who are you going to kill again?"

"It's my grandfather, and I have to fulfill his agreement so that he can sleep forever...... That's my promise. There was sadness in Ciris's words, like an onion.

"Well, where are you accusing me?"

"Curse the tree."

As promised, Ember arrived at this place, the first giant monster he had ever faced, a towering tree, a living tree eroded by a curse.

The remnants of the battle at the bottom of this huge cavern can be faintly seen, and it was really a battle that shook the earth, wasn't it?

Ember finally meets Ciris's grandfather, huh? Isn't it that crazy and difficult old guy in the old bridge of the undead settlement? It seems that the old guy already knew that there would be a day, so that her granddaughter Hillis fulfilled his last wish? Then you're welcome.

It was a scorching and fierce battle, and even Ember couldn't resist drinking a vial of primordial to heal his wounds. The old guy went berserk and became even more powerful, and his superb attack and defense skills made Ember feel a lot of pressure.

He didn't want to be knocked down by his grandfather in front of Ciris, wouldn't this be a naked mockery of Ember for not having the qualifications to protect Ciris, which would also violate the glory of the Darkmoon Knight!

The battle finally comes to an end, and Ember watches as Ciris kneels at his grandfather's grave, hoping she'll see her next time.

"I'm waiting for you, to involve you in my mission, no, I'm really sorry for my trivial agreement. Also, thank you very much, so that my grandfather was finally able to sleep and I was able to die. But...... Before that, I have one thing to ask for. ”

Ciris has completed her mission, and she is still alive to the point of a little surprise and joy to Ember, it seems that she still has any wishes to fulfill?

"Allow me to swear - to follow you as a knight!" Ciris bit her lip, and finally seemed to make up her mind, and spat out the words that were holding back in her heart.

The air suddenly quieted down, and she couldn't wait for a reply, her face was a little pale, "I'm sorry, maybe...... It's me who has overstepped the rules. ”

"Then please call me 'Your Excellency', my knight." Ember had no reason to refuse her, and the firefighter not far away saluted slightly to Ember's gaze.

"Oh! It's true? Thank you. My loyalty will never waver, at all times and in all places, even when I am against all men. At this time, Ciris begins to become your knight. ”

Lonely immortal, if you still have hope, you can live again......