"Is this really an elf?"

Looking at the teenager (female?) who was so beautiful in front of him that he couldn't tell the gender? Ilt couldn't help but reach out his finger and touch the tip of his or her ear, a soft and cold touch

"It's really an elf!"

Ilt withdrew his fingers, took out the kettle from the package he was carrying, he carefully leaned the other party's body on his lap, and handed the kettle to his (her) lips, the pale pink thin lips did not react, Ilt tried to tilt the kettle, and the water in the kettle instantly flowed down his (her) neck.

"What to do?"

Ilt also knew a little about the elven race, but at that time he was still young, and he was still a little caught off guard when he suddenly faced a race completely different from himself.

"I don't know if the human healing technique will work, but he (she) doesn't seem to have any external injuries on his or her body, no matter what, try it first."

After that, Ilt tried to wake up the other party with a large healing technique, but it was completely useless. Ilte had no choice but to give up this trip to the forest, carry the boy (girl) on his back, and take it home. Along the way, Ilt covered his or her head with his or her coat, but he himself was drenched in soup.

"Aren't all elves supposed to be very light, how are you dead?"

Of course, the people behind him would not answer his questions, and he did not say anything all the way, and when he returned home, Ilt put the boy (girl) on his bed, and he was tired and fell aside, and fell asleep in a daze. It was on that day that the boy he had been dreaming of who looked exactly like himself spoke to him for the first time. The boy in the dream is named Heathers, the previous 'Ilte'. Every Ilte is conscious at the moment. will be awakened by the memory of the previous term. This fragment of memory is only the most critical part of all memories, and it will tell the young New Ilt to find the spell of immortality, and many of the Ilt who have been in it blindly seek ways to prolong their lives because they do not have complete memories, and eventually die on the day of the curse, or even before that. Now Ilt acquired a memory fragment at the age of 4 and began to search for the spell of immortality, if eight years later, today. If he hadn't been able to communicate with Heathers in his dreams, he might have ended up with death.

"Ahh

Ilt woke up from his dream, as if he had spent a long life, and finally knew why he was desperately trying to live, because time was cruel to him, and it was short-lived.

"Forgotten dreams, your life is also miserable"

Clear and empty sound. looks like a man and a woman, but I don't feel feminine and ugly. It can only be described as very ethereal, as if there is no soul. Ilte looked at the young man (female) in front of him in shock, and suddenly lost his reaction. The owner of those eyes had woken up at some point, and was now lying on his side beside Ilt with his head propped up in one hand, looking at him like this.

"When did you wake up? What do you mean by that? ”

Ilt quickly accepted this reality and sat cross-legged in front of him or her.

"The dream you just had was a dream of forgetting, and I made you dream of it in order to repay you."

The young man (female) said lightly.

"You made me dream about it? Is it the same with Heathers? Is that an elven spell? ”

Ilt was puzzled.

"That's the art of peeping dreams, the secret technique of the elves, you can only use it when you go to sleep with the other party, you have a curse in your body, but you only know a little bit about it, for this you may die early, you bring me back, you are kind to me, and there is only so much I can repay you."

"What's your name?"

"Wonder."

After saying that, Qile got up from the bed, his clothes still wet and sticking to his or her body. Ilt took out his blue yukata from the cupboard and handed it to Kira.

"Here you go, you're going to catch a cold like this, I'll bring you back with great difficulty, if you're sick, my spell won't cure you."

Qile looked at Ilte with some surprise, and took the yukata with both hands, his eyes a little confused.

"You can change your clothes here, I'll go next door, wait a minute, come downstairs, my mother should have ready dinner."

After Ilte finished speaking, he closed the door and left the room, leaving Qile alone, the corners of his clothes were still dripping with water droplets, Qile stood motionless in the middle of the room, holding Ilte's yukata in his arms on the other side, Ilte sat on the small bed in the next room, and kept recalling what happened today in his mind. This Qile is obviously an elven race, as far as history is concerned, the elves have moved away from the western continent where Odaheim is located decades ago, and the elves' ability to live alone is very weak, most of them live together in groups, Qile appeared alone in Odaheim, it is indeed a little strange, and it seems that the body is also a little abnormal. He (she) allowed himself to complete the fragments of the forgotten dream, out of retribution, but he (she) always looked at himself with a strange look, as if he was very sad, who is this Qile? Ilt was troubled, and began to regret that he had brought Qile back, but if that dream was true, then Qile had told him a big secret, and the 'Ilte family' might have been reborn Ilte shook his head vigorously, and it was so far that it was useless to think about it, so Ilte changed his clothes in three or two and came downstairs.

"Mother, where's Qile? I mean, what about the boy I brought back? ”

Ilt couldn't tell the gender of Qile from his name, so in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he was temporarily classified as the same sex.

The mother-in-law kindly put the dinner on the table and said with a smile,

"That's a boy, so beautiful, I thought it was a girl, he's at the door, you go and call him to eat."

Ilt came to the door and saw Kiraku standing barefoot in the open space in front of the door wearing his yukata with a black belt loosely tied around his waist.

"Wonder."

Hearing Ilte's voice, Qile turned to look at him. The beautiful face in the sunset has a hint of hazy and unreal, snow-white collarbones, slender ankles, and the face is still indifferent and quiet, like a sculpture, so vivid but without soul.

"Alas, it's cold outside, let's go inside."

Ilte is not good at deep friendship with people, and the young man (female) in front of him has already known his secret as soon as he met, and now he is out of body appearance, so that Ilte, who has always been conceited, has no choice. (To be continued.) )