"No problem, I really need to change into a few new clothes. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Alan sat at the dining table, tapping the glass fish tank lightly with his hand, but the little fish in it was not afraid of him at all, and squeezed in the direction of his finger.

"But I think you look really good in that outfit, and I'd love to see you wear it again if I could."

Alan smiled softly, Ellie turned her back to him, the smile on her face had disappeared, her sad expression continued to spread, and her brown eyes gradually moistened,

"That's because you haven't seen me in a more beautiful dress."

Ellie cheered up, took a deep breath, turned around and said,

"Or are you reluctant to buy me new clothes?"

"How so?! Besides... I rely on you now, I rely on you for food, drink, housing and transportation, and when I am completely well, I will immediately go to find a job, and the first money I earn back will buy you beautiful clothes to wear! ”

Alan stood up suddenly, the expression on his face was very serious.

"Poof!"

Ellie was amused by Alan's serious appearance, and her eyes were crooked like crescents,

"Okay, I know, come to the yard after drinking tea, I'll go over first."

"Hmm."

Ellie went to the backyard alone, where she had planted flowers and plants, but had been converted into a small, rudimentary foundry, and the only plant that remained was mint, which she had always loved. But the biggest reason why Ellie left mint grass was not because she liked it, but because Allen had a bad throat since she woke up, so she specially left mint grass to make tea for him to drink.

"It's been ten days..."

Ellie looked at the long green mint grass and couldn't help but think back to when she first woke up—fifteen days ago, Ellie had woken up from her bed, and the last memory was Terry's advice and the delicate face of Alan sleeping in her arms. With the smell of mint, she woke up. After sitting in the room for three hours, Ellie realized that she had really returned to reality. But the bits and pieces of her memory were enough for her to understand that everything was real. After understanding all this, Ellie immediately rushed out of the room, and on the sofa in the living room, a red-haired boy was lying quietly, with a silver bracelet on his right wrist linked to a severed chain, hanging from the edge of the sofa...

"Allen...... Yes! ”

As if thinking of something, Ellie made sure that Eren was breathing well and rushed out of the room. It was already night outside, and Dax's long and short nights were a great spectacle on the continent of Arest, but for Ellie, the dark night made her heart uneasy.

Running all the way, nothing seems to have changed, the kind neighbor grandmother, Jenny, the fruit merchant who is cleaning up the stall, the reality has not changed because of what she has experienced,

――Great...

Secretly glad, he looked up to find that he had come to the door of a swordsmith's workshop—the door was open, and the sound of hammers could be heard inside, and the sizzle of weapons cooling into the water. This is a special swordsmithing workshop, because the owner of this swordsmithing workshop is not a human, but a ghost clan who hides their identity in Dax. Very few people know their identities, and only people like Ellie, as a member of the Knights, may know some inside information, because in Dax, whether you open a shop in the suburbs or in the main city, you need to get permission from the Knights, so those with special identities or criminal records must go through special investigations. This swordsmithing workshop has been open for many years, and it seems to have been passed down for generations, and it is also quite famous in Dax, and the owner Terry is a great swordsmith with the name of a master swordsmith.

Ellie walked into the swordsmith's shop with trepidation, the yellow light was not bright, but it was enough for her to see everything in front of her - a small girl, with a silver-white horn on her forehead, her long white hair tied up high into a ponytail, a suit of rust and dust overalls, and a pair of protective glasses, was now moving from a table to a nearby pool with something like a long sword between them. Ellie quietly watched the girl finish the work in hand, and then called softly,

"Hi Dusty, long time no see."

It's been a long time, Ellie thought she would never see Dusty again, and at the moment she really wanted to thank God.

"It's Ellie, haha, didn't you just see it the other day."

Dusty hung his eyes on his chest and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

"What are you doing here at such a late hour? I'm going to look for you in the city tomorrow. ”

Dusty pulled Ellie to sit down on a nearby stone chair.

“... It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly want to come and see you... And Uncle Terry... He...... Are you okay? ”

Ellie didn't want to beat around the bush, but she didn't know if it would be strange for her to ask like this, after all, she had no memory of the past few days.

“...... Ellie..."

Dusty reached out and touched Ellie's forehead, and then looked inexplicable,

"Are you sick? Uncle Terry left Dax half a year ago, and now it's like he's missing, and he hasn't been back for more than half a year. ”

"He's gone...? Did he leave Dax? ...... half a year ago"

Looking at Dusty, who was a little flustered in front of her, Ellie quickly explained,

"Ahh Oh, yes... I probably haven't slept well in the past two days, day and night are reversed, and the Knights are too busy with things, so I'm a little confused. ”

"Whew... You're scared to death, and I'm going to be stupid. ”

Dusty breathed a sigh of relief.

Indeed, the future has changed, changed because of everything she has experienced. The single horn on Dusty's forehead, the empty swordsmith's workshop, even if everything around her was the same, but the inner that she was most familiar with and concerned about had changed...

- Fortunately, at least I left, not dead...

Ellie comforted herself. Ellie then tentatively asks for news about Arya, and Dusty's answer surprises her. Dusty said that there was a vicious incident of seizing the magic sword half a year ago, and Uncle Terry left a letter after solving the incident, in fact, the letter was also sent to the swordsmithing workshop by others, and Uncle Terry has not appeared since then. Ellie knew in her heart that Dusty was referring to what she had just experienced, but Terry had already ...... What is it about being credible? Without time to think about it, Dusty told Ellie that the day after she received Terry's letter, she woke up to find Arya sealed in the scabbard with a note on it - please leave the sword in the elves' safekeeping.

"Elves?"

"Yes, although I don't know who wrote the note, with my current ability, I can't protect Repia who has turned into a magic sword, and I don't want to be fooled by those old guys of the Ghost Clan, so I rushed to Rainbow City for days and handed Repia to Thrandil."

Dusty knew that Ellie and Repia were deeply affectionate, and couldn't help but shake her hand as they spoke. (To be continued.) )