The Norse night is much calmer than the night in the Sanctuary.

Although it is a little colder, there is no need to worry about the invasion of the Hades Fighter, as the Nordic God Fighter said, this is a place that the Hades King cannot reach for the time being.

But at this moment, Seiya has no desire to sleep at all.

"What the hell, that guy!"

He clenched his fists, blood spilling from his fingers.

I've fought so many times, why can't I go back to the Sanctuary?

Young?!

The warriors of the underworld have never cared about my age when they fight, so why do the Golden Saints of the Sanctuary have to pick and choose?

Thinking about it, Seiya was impetuous for a while, and he didn't feel the slightest sleep, so he quietly got up and glanced at Kazuki and Instant, who were asleep, and then touched out.

The biting cold wind blew in his face, and the environment outside was much worse than in the house, of course, but Seiya felt a lot more comfortable, perhaps because of the lack of restraints.

He took out a small black snail from his pocket, which was the trophy obtained from the hands of the Pluto Fighter, which could effectively shield his own small universe for a certain time, of course, he could not fight when he used it, and he could not make too much noise.

Let's have some fun.

He smiled a little mischievously, and his green face slowly had a look that matched his age.

In a few jumps, he used his extraordinary ability to cross several hills, and unlike what he imagined, there were some soldiers around him, and it seemed that as the 'queen' of Northern Europe said, the place where the people of the Sanctuary lived was indeed safe.

Bypassing the guards, he came to a tall log.

The frozen woods are still a little green, but they are very weak in life, and it is not certain that they will freeze to death next spring.

Seiya stood on the top of the tree, a little embarrassed for a moment.

Relieved, he saw a figure approaching.

Glacier?

Why is he here?

Seiya leaps down, using the small black snail to hide his tracks.

"Nobody, am I mistaken?"

There was a rustle between the branches and leaves, and Binghe took a closer look before giving up the search and heading back.

Seiya secretly wondered if there was some secret that his comrade was behaving so strangely, so he quietly followed.

The glacier traveled all the way down the ice road until it stopped at two icebergs, and then stopped and stood there, as if guarding something.

Seiya slowly circled to the other side, grabbed the ice rock and climbed up, fixed his position, and made sure that he would not be spotted by the glacier, so he poked his head out to look under the ice peak.

The golden fangs shone brightly, and it seemed that the heat was extremely high to scorch his eyes.

This kind of power kept beating his heart.

You can't go wrong, this is a fighting technique that can only be used by the Golden Saint Seiya!

"Lightspeed Fist."

Beside the lit bonfire, Garon withdrew his fist and said to Olufi, who was not far away,

"To use this trick, you need a certain foundation of the small universe, that is, the seventh sense. But to exert its power, it also needs to match the physical fitness of strength, and in the battle at the speed of light, too reckless movements will cause serious damage to the body, which is also one of the values of the existence of the Golden Holy Clothing. ”

Garon seemed to be teaching Oruffi something, saying,

"The above are some of the basic techniques I know about the Golden Saint Seiya, have you memorized them all?"

Olufi nodded, this scene seemed a little unpleasant to Seiya.

Even if he was also stayed, Olufei was able to be awarded this high-level skill, and he was-

Garon saw that Olufei had almost absorbed the skillful things, so he sat down and stirred up a dead branch to start a fire.

"Garon....... Why don't you teach him yourself? ”

Olufei walked over,

"I don't understand why you left Seiya behind, but it shouldn't be to take care of my emotions, you...... Seems to value him a lot? ”

Pegasus's ears moved, and they gradually came back to their senses from their loss, and they valued me?

That kind of guy?!

How can it be~

"I don't have time to be a babysitter for children, so it's better for you to do this kind of thing."

Garon pursed his lips and slept on the cold ground with his hands on his pillow,

He turned his head sideways, and saw that Olufei was still silent, so he joked,

"I really don't know how the one in your family took a fancy to you, no wonder she ignored you these days."

Olufei opened his mouth, but he didn't come up with anything to refute.

"Alright, just kidding."

Garon is not interested, and it is boring to tease honest people.

The icy freezing wind blew against the ice wall, bringing out the slightest noise, but it calmed the hearts of the two of them.

"I, ah, heard a legend a long, long time ago."

Olufi raised his brow and sat quietly beside Garon,

"It is said that among the eighty-eight sacred garments, there is a special existence that surpasses bronze, silver, and gold. It was the supreme form of the Holy Clothes that could directly threaten the gods, and the only guy in the mythological era who had injured the body of the Hades. ”

"Stronger than the Golden Sacred Clothes?" Olufei's eyebrows tightened, "Where did you hear that?" ”

"Forget."

Garon shrugged his shoulders irresponsibly,

"Honestly, I don't believe that a little ghost like that can control that kind of holy clothes."

“......”，

Olufei's expression stiffened, and he was stunned,

"Pegasus Sacred Clothes?!"

On the ice peak, Seiya pressed against his chest, and the organs in his chest almost exploded.

I....... Pegasus' Sacred Vestments....... Finally.......

"True or fake, he is the hope of the Sanctuary after all."

Garon said lightly,

"I tried his strength, but unfortunately he didn't show the potential I expected, probably because he was too young and his body was not fully developed.

In this way, he will only add casualties to the battlefield if he is pulled into the battlefield. ”

Speaking of this, he stood up with some disappointment,

"Forget it, no one knows what will happen in the end when I go back this time, and it's better to leave one hope than to wipe out the whole army."

"Has the situation of the Holy War reached such a situation?"

Olufi said solemnly, but did not receive a positive answer from Garon.

"In the next few days, I will teach you some other things one after another, and in the future, you will teach him how to become a qualified warrior as his teacher."

Garon said slowly,

"Gold's skills are still too heavy a burden on his body, and I hope you will carefully consider the right opportunity.

Also, about the Golden Holy Vestment. ”

Garon paused for a moment and pondered,

"I'll convince the Pope to send it over at the right time, and bring the Lord with me."

Olufi took a deep breath of cold air, but not because of excitement.

Garon's words he already understood a little, if the holy war failed....... The Zodiac will send the remnants of the sacred garments and the Lady Athena, corresponding to the ...... At that time, the Sanctuary may have completely fallen.

It turned out that it was no longer possible to enjoy the beauty of the zodiac, Olufi thought bitterly.

"I don't believe in legends, but I believe in miracles. If this can't be created with our hands, then please. Lyra Silver Saint Seiya, Olufei. ”

Garon's big hand clapped on the silver shoulder armor, staring at Olufi,

"At that time, please be sure to awaken the sacred garment and cultivate it for Athena...... The strongest warrior! ”

"Silver Saint Seiya Olufei, obey your orders."

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A few days passed quickly, and the palace in the morning ushered in a little light,

In the ornate and stately hall, Czech Fried stood guard by Shiluda's side.

The royal daughter of Northern Europe was now holding a quill in her hand, writing on a pile of pages, showing no tiredness or impatience.

"Your Excellency."

Czechfried spoke with difficulty, and when he saw that Šiluda did not react, he strengthened his tone a little,

"Lord Shiluda."

The nib of the quill is detached from the paper, and the plain white fingers set it aside.

Šiluda paused, apparently waiting for Czechfried's next words.

"Today, the warriors of the Sanctuary are leaving, and we ...... Should I send them off? ”

“......”，

Hiluda looked thoughtfully at the small window in front of her, and beyond the silver-white window, she could clearly see the vast snowy scene.

"I'll talk about it when I'm done with that."

"Yes."

On the snowy field, Garon walked forward alone,

"Hey, if you want to see her, stay here."

On the rocks, the boy crouched on a high place, overlooking Garon.

Garon glanced at Seiya, didn't mean to reprimand, and continued to walk forward on his own.

Seiya pursed her lips in dissatisfaction and stubbornly followed.

"Garon, Saint Seiya...... Can't there be any other idea than allegiance to Athena? ”

"Didn't your teacher teach you, we fought all our lives to protect Lord Athena."

"But why is it that Olufei is with Miss Euredith?"

"So he's been banished from the Sanctuary."

"Hey, that's ......"

Seiya paused, and then, as if he had made a decision, he ran forward over Garon in a few steps and stopped.

He took a deep breath and shouted.

"I have decided that I will be a free saint warrior in the future, and I will never be bound by the rules.

Although wearing the holy garment means becoming Athena's warrior, I don't want to sell her the whole person! ”

The young man's youthful tone and impulsiveness made Garon a little funny,

"Then you have to remember your words."

"Hey, you don't believe it!"

"Let's talk about this after more than ten years." Garon stretched out his hands,

"Maybe after a while you'll find out that human hands ....... You can only grasp one or two things, and slowly learn to give up some, even if it is something very important. ”

Seeing that the young man looked stunned, Garon flicked his fingers and hit the young man's forehead,

"When you grow up, you will know that not everything you like can be held in the palm of your hand."

"Tsk, I won't become like you!" Seiya rubbed his aching forehead and snorted,

"Ah, I'm looking forward to it." Garon sighed, his eyes slowly converged, and the momentary playfulness disappeared without a trace, transforming into a firm battle intent.

As if sensing something, Seiya hesitated,

"Are you going back to the Sanctuary?"

"What do you say, fool."

Garon shook his head and headed towards the end of the snowy night,

"The return of the Golden Saint Seiya is the place of death match."