"Elletaire, if we want the church to approve of us, we can't rely on dreams alone, we have to do something, but how can we succeed with the old stubbornness of the hermit assembly." Bode sat in a wine room and said to Eletel, who was leaning against the wall.

"Not long after the Prophet died, are you already so impatient?"

"Elletaire, we must be prepared, the Church has come here, and we are still spreading the word that we are demonic minions. …… Elletaire, do you want Mr. First's ideal to become a fantasy forever? ”

"The Prophet has never thought of ruling to achieve this, Mr. Bode, it is our mage's duty to guard."

"Outdated ideas, Elletaire, you are still young, don't be like the hermit gatherings, and be complacent." Bode persuaded again.

"Mr. Bode, if you don't have anything else to do, I'll leave first." Armed with a sword on his back, Eletair turned to pass Bode and head outside the tavern.

"What if these things can persuade your father?" Just as Elletair was about to push the door and leave, Bode said something faintly behind him, turned his head, and looked at Elletaire with his spare eyes. "Or, change your father's mind?"

Elletair's figure froze, "Goodbye, Mr. Bod." ”

"Goodbye." A smile tugged at the corner of Bode's mouth.

……

"Blasphemer, give up the struggle, the power of the devil is indispensable in the Light." Wielding his mace, the Inquisitor battled Eltael in the enchantment of the Light.

"Don't talk nonsense, who trapped whom, not necessarily!" Elletair's greatsword wielded under its strengthened body.

But in Elletaire's heart, a strange feeling gradually appeared.

What are you doing? Is the guardian of the prophet really doing it himself?

All of this struck Eltayr's heart when she saw the barrier above the church.

His own power is guarding, and it is used to fight against demons, so what are you doing now? Fighting for what?

The hesitation made Elletair's mind loosen slightly, and the reaction in his hand slowed down a little.

A thump slammed into Elletaire's face, shattering her long bundled hair and flipping her hood open, revealing Elletaire's face.

The side of his cheek was flushed from the heavy blow, and a small mouthful of blood spurted out, but fortunately, Elletel's ability was to strengthen himself, and he didn't receive much damage when he was hit by such a blow.

"Is it a woman?" The Inspector was slightly stunned, but he didn't stop, and continued to attack Elletair.

Elletair's sword slammed backwards, smashing against the mask, halting his form. "I have my insistence on this action, Birch Town! There will be no more knights, mages, who will be here to make a name! ”

"Wishful thinking!" The censor shouted angrily, "The demon's minions still want to make a name for themselves? Don't laugh off your big teeth. You'd better think about how to save your life from my hands. ”

"I'm not going to fall here...... As I said, who's trapped here, maybe it's anyone! "A long hair fluttering, like a golden sand dance, reflected a pure white light in the air, and a long trace was crossed.

The sword slashed, and the light rose!

A violent sound rang out, and the two weapons collided together.

Quiet as a shadow, as fast as the wind.

With the sound of metal clashing, the figure passed by.

Immovable as a mountain, swift as fire.

Elletaire's blonde hair was the hottest point of the blazing flame.

"I will not give up my ideals for the sake of ...... My own ideals! Elitair said, pressing the sword down hard, and the Inspector's face changed dramatically, as if he was under a mountain of pressure.

"Damn...... This woman, how can she have so much power. The Examiner was secretly frightened, and with a sudden force, the light on the scepter was even better, and he pushed Eltael's sword back little by little.

"Ideal? …… Could it be that your ideal is to let the people of Birch Town live in the shadow of demons?! Blasphemer! The Censor shouted, and the light shot out from the scepter, and Eltayr raised his head high, allowing the pillars of light to fly from his cheeks to his back, but the sword attack also disappeared, and the Censor's scepter pushed back.

Elletaire's hands trembled slightly, not because of exhaustion, but because of the constant struggle in her heart.

"Bode, with the power of the devil...... However, mage power is not demonic power. Eltail muttered.

"Paradoxical!" The Inquisitor slammed his scepter to the ground, and countless rays of light flew towards Eletair like rubber bullets.

The long sword stood in front of Elletair, but there was no way to stop the confusion in Elletaire's eyes. "Prophet...... Please let me know...... Please tell me, Father...... Mage, there's a future. …… What should I do? ”

Elletair's heart couldn't help but be entangled, what he was doing now was really helping him fulfill his ideals, was he really fighting for the mages to complete his mission, and was he really fighting for a better future?

……

"Elletaire! Why should you betray the faith of the knights! ”

"Nope! Father, no! I don't know what's going on, I, I don't understand! ”

"Enough! You actually sold your soul to the devil. "The sword is cold, and the blue light spreads.

"Nope! I didn't, I didn't! ”

My father was speechless, his eyes were filled with indifference and anger, and he looked at him in a way that he would never forget.

Surprised, surprised, all kinds of unbelievable feelings overwhelmed Elletair.

But she fled, and with the power called the demon, she broke through the walls of the room and rushed across the cold border of the north.

Elletel disguised himself as the ship tossed far away, never to see his father again.

Tears have already been swallowed by her in her heart.

Far away in Birch Town, in a corner of the old cemetery, young Elletair eats tribute.

Her shaggy blond hair, stains on her face and shabby clothes made her look like an outcast, and next to her, there were a few homeless men rolling their eyes and foaming at the mouth, who could not understand why a little girl could reach out so sensitively and with so much power.

"Son, where are you from?"

Vigilance, distrust, holding the food tightly in the hand.

"Come with me, I will be your teacher from now on, and you will call me 'prophet.'" A stranger enters the world of Elletair, who can read, write, and teach martial arts.

And the teacher taught him to recognize magic and use his abilities.

"Elletel, our abilities are a gift from the ancients, not demonic powers...... So, Elletaire, I hope you will find the secret of this matter. ”

The food in his hand fell to the ground, and for the first time Eltayr had heard such a statement.

"Prophet...... My power, not demonic? Eletel's eyes were filled with tears, and her hands trembled.

"It's not a demon, I've seen the power of a demon...... When your strength reaches a certain level, I will take you to see it. True demonic power, remember the child, our mission. ”

"Mission?"

"Yes, our mission as mages."

"What's that?"

"Hit the demons, seal. That's our mission. ”

"But...... But ......"

"I know, kid, it's a long process." The Prophet looked at the mountains and forests, "Therefore, we must not forget the mission, which is the truth that our mages are seeking, and what we are to protect. ”

"Prophet, is our strength really not demonic power? Are you sure?! ”

"Elletaire, our power is the power of guardianship." The prophet's gaze was deep, as if looking at a lost past.

……

Eltail opened his eyes, tears welling up in his eyes. "I will not give up, Prophet...... My sword is wielded for the future. Ancient magic is the power I guard...... I will settle the results with him...... But now! ”

"I'm going to, defeat you!"

The giant sword turned into a silver light, spun into a whirlwind, and swirled its blade towards the Examiner.