Now, the plant known as the "Thorin Tree" is in front of Andessa's eyes.

She lay in a special concupancy room on the west side of the old Solinburg, once the property of the local lords, and most of the elaborate décor of the past remained, with some modern furnishings between the ornate household objects, and a high crystal window on her side, through which she could see the endless green.

It was the canopy of the Thorin Tree, strictly the base of the canopy edge, where the unimaginable mass of branches and leaves spread in cascading like a sea of green hanging upside down in the sky, and it was so large that the sunlight was completely obscured by the canopy, and the farther you went to the center of the Thorin Tree, the more sparse the sunlight became, and the whole area directly below the canopy was shrouded in a long night, as it should have been.

There is actually a large amount of light source that dispels the shadows beneath the canopy.

In the surface paths and in a few towns, the Cecil set up a large number of artificial lights to illuminate the human settlement like a city that never sleeps, and in the canopy above and on the wooden pillars that extend and hang down from the canopy, there are many glowing vines and fluorescent fungi entwined, so that the wilderness area beneath the canopy of the giant Thorin tree does not fall into complete darkness.

Man-made lights on one side and glowing natural plants on the other, in a strange symbiotic way, merge in this war-torn land, sheltered by giant trees.

It's a view that Androsa has never seen anywhere.

After settling in, she spent a long time looking out the window, looking at every detail of this wonder.

She knew that she would have to live here for a long time, and that she would continue to "recuperate" in the old castle even after she had recovered, and that outside this cozy room, with heavily armed soldiers standing in every corridor and every door, and with magical mechanisms running day and night inside and outside the castle, she was both a guest and a prisoner here, and the young wolf general knew very well about that.

But what if the days of being a "prisoner" were accompanied by such a wonderful scenery...... It doesn't seem to be too bad.

The young wolf general sighed softly, and a little exhaustion came back - the physical fitness and recovery ability of the high-level powerhouse allowed her to survive the terrible air raid, but the ensuing injuries and the wear and tear caused by the rapid repair of the body were not so easy to recover, and she was now so easily fatigued that it would be tiring to look up at the scenery outside the window for a while.

She lay down and prepared to take a nap to await the return of Sister Marianne, who had gone to her debriefing.

But the sound of footsteps coming from outside the door interrupted her movements.

Andesa tilted her head slightly to see a man in a white robe push the door open and walk into the room.

It seemed to be the standard garment worn by the technicians of the Cecil Empire—Andesa couldn't help but look at it twice in curiosity, but she didn't see the man's face. The other party wore a thick coat with a high collar under the robe, which was pulled up to cover most of his face, and immediately after entering the house, he began to sort out some sundries and medical supplies on the nearby shelves, and he was busy, and he didn't seem to have any intention of communicating with himself.

But Andesa still decided to take the initiative to say hello: "Hello, sir." ”

The man's movements suddenly stopped, as if he was startled by his sudden greeting, and then he began to continue to work on his work, while maintaining a sideways posture and nodding slightly, a hoarse and low voice came from behind the high collar: "Well, hello...... Miss. ”

Andesa frowned subconsciously, but soon her brow relaxed, and she watched the other party go about there, and the strange thoughts that had just come to her mind quickly dissipated - it seemed to be just an ordinary staff member.

Such a staff member should also be assigned by Cecil's military, and may even be a "technical soldier" himself, and such a person is unlikely to talk much with himself, a "special prisoner".

Andesa thought to herself as she watched the other man's movements—when she had nothing else to do, she had to find something to pass the time. She saw the man pick up the items on the shelves one by one, quickly check the labels on them, and then expertly put them back again, she didn't see any point in such an inspection, but judging by the other man's skillful movements, he had obviously been working here for a long time.

"Sir, you are here...... Technicians? Andesa was a little bored and couldn't help but ask.

The man's movements stopped again, and after a moment he said with a hint of hesitation, "I...... I'm in the druid department...... It's kind of a medical worker. ”

"You're in charge of me?" Andesa was a little curious, she had never seen such a strange "doctor", and the other party's hoarse and deep voice was indistinct, so she couldn't help but continue to ask, "What about Sister Marianne?" ”

"She's the main one who takes care of you," the man said in a deep voice, "and I'...... It's from other departments to help. ”

"Oh, I see," Andesa said casually, curling the corners of her lips, "You Cecils are always efficient at managing people. ”

The man fell silent again—he always seemed to be so inexplicably silent, as if answering every question required a long time of thought. Then he pulled up his collar a little more, went to Andesa's bed, and began to check the contents of the handover manual on the small desk next to him.

Andesa had just arrived, so there was hardly much to read in the manual, but he read it carefully for a long time.

"How's your injury?" He asked suddenly.

"If you're talking about comparing it to when you first got hurt...... Then I almost feel like I'm healed," Andesa said in a light-hearted tone, "but if you're compared to a healthy person...... As you can see, there is still a long way to go. ”

"Your eyes ......," the man asked with some hesitation.

“…… Luckily, I have one eye that is intact, and it's said to be ten lucky," Andesa hesitated for half a second this time, and her originally relaxed tone was a little lost, "It's said that it can't be cured—but Sister Marianne still advised me to be optimistic, saying that something called the Flesh Regeneration Technique might work for me...... To be honest, I didn't believe much either. ”

For some reason, she said a lot more than she thought she would—she shouldn't have said so much to a stranger, especially in such an environment.

Since coming to Cecil's land, since she had become a prisoner of war, she had not had such a mundane, everyday conversation with strangers in this way: she had only spoken to Sister Marianne, whom she had known relatively well, and only with that one.

Andesa felt a little strange, she couldn't figure it out, but she always felt that the strange man in front of her always brought her an inexplicable familiarity...... and peace of mind. She frowned, a little skeptical that she had lost her guard in the unfamiliar environment, but at that moment, the man suddenly spoke again.

"Flesh regeneration can regenerate mutilated limbs, even the severed tongue for ten years, but the eye is a difficult organ to deal with, its connection to the brain is intricate and complex, and it is itself fragile...... There's nothing you can do with it for the time being," he whispered, "but I don't think Sister Marianne meant to lie to you, she just didn't understand the field—medicine wasn't a nun's specialty. ”

Andesa wondered if she was feeling lost in her heart, she suspected that she might not be as free and easy as she thought, and at the same time she couldn't help but ask curiously: "Nuns are not good at medical treatment?" What else does Cecil's priest train if he doesn't learn healing? ”

"Mixed martial arts, shooting, gunnery, physical training, and battlefield survival," the man said earnestly, "a war nun like Marianne also undergoes basic commander training." ”

Andessa: "?? ”

The man didn't seem to notice the momentary dull expression on Andelsa's face, he just continued to hide his face in the shadow of the collar, and after a moment of thought, he suddenly said, "The flesh regeneration technique will still develop...... There's no way around it now, but one day it can be used to heal your eyes. "Let's have a book

His tone was serious, as if there was a hint of certainty, as if he were making a solemn promise to the stranger in front of him.

Andesa gave the other a strange look, trying to make out something in the hoarse voice and the little bit of face that showed it, but she couldn't see anything. She only felt as if some very old, yellowed memories were pulsating in her mind, almost vague impressions of her childhood, so old that she did not dare to confirm their details.

The man noticed her observation, and turned away, turning his back to the bed to do something else.

Is he actively avoiding himself?

Andesa immediately noticed this, and in the confusion and speculation, she couldn't help but prop up her upper body slightly: "Sir, may I ask ......?"

"It's time for you to rest," the other party interrupted her directly, "Sister Marianne should be back soon, you can tell her that I have been here." ”

He put down what he was holding, and seemed to be about to turn around and walk to the door not far away, Andesa felt her heart suddenly half a beat faster, and she subconsciously called the other party again: "But I don't know your name yet, sir-"

The man's figure paused, he turned his head slightly, but he didn't say anything, but walked in the direction of the door the next moment.

And it was between this side of her head that Andesa felt as if she had seen a pair of somewhat familiar eyes.

She felt her breathing and her heart beat faster - she still hadn't remembered, but she saw that the other man was already about to walk to the door.

A strong feeling welled up in Andessa's heart, and she felt as if she was about to lose something important to her again—she saw the man's hand on the doorknob, and before turning the handle, he pressed his thumb on the handle twice, and this movement was so subtle that it made some yellowed, long-term images pop up in Andessa's mind—

It was a small gesture that my father was used to.

"Sir! Please wait a moment!! Andesa cried out as her lungs began to ache faintly, "Wait a minute! ”

She felt that her thoughts at this moment were simply ridiculous, that her expectations at the moment were like an unrealistic joke, but she finally decided to replace the reason and logic she had always insisted on with emotion and impulse, and she stretched out her hand forward, and the person was still standing in the doorway, like a sculpture frozen in a memory of the past, without the slightest movement, only a few meters apart, but at the same time more than ten years apart.

The next moment, Andesa lost her balance - she rolled out of bed and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The man rushed like a raging wind.

The distance of a few meters and the time of more than ten years were instantly reduced to a point.

The man came to Andesa's side, one knee propped up on the ground, one hand on her neck, as if trying to lift her up, and at this distance and angle, Andesa could almost see the whole face of the other person hidden in the shadow of the collar.

That face was too much worse than in her memory, not only the vicissitudes of aging brought about by age, but also many changes that she couldn't understand at the moment, but she still knew those eyes.

"Is this a dream?" She couldn't help but whisper.

"You're in reality, my child," Bard lowered his eyes, "I'm your father—here I am." ”

“…… Why? ”

"I'm now a researcher in the Cecil Empire."

"That's not what I'm asking," Andesa closed her eyes, she could feel herself shaking, "why ......"

What exactly was she trying to ask?

Ask the other party why he hasn't shown up for so many years? Ask why they are serving Cecil's allegiance? Ask the other party why he has changed from an incomparably powerful knight lord to this appearance?

She simply closed her eyes, as if avoiding some answer that she didn't even know existed.

Bud was silent, and then he slowly pushed Andesa up from the ground and carried her onto the bed.

"I have a lot to say to you."

……

In the hallway outside the door, the blonde young nun leaned lazily against a windowsill, the powerful blaster of holy light beside her, and in her hand she flipped through the thick book again.

She looked up, glanced at the room not far away, curled the corners of her mouth, and then lowered her head back to the interesting reading.

There was a rustling sound from the side, and vines and flourishing flowers growing along the wall climbed up the windowsill, and Bertila's figure condensed in the clusters of flowers and vines, and she passed through the open window to Sister Marien, who had to put down her book and nod to the incarnation of the giant tree of Thorin in a relatively solemn manner: "Good day, Lady Bertila." ”

"Don't be polite, I'll take a look at the situation," Bertila said casually, glancing at the room not far away, "It's okay...... It's finally the first step to go. ”

"I didn't get the information until yesterday that one of the researchers in the Thorin region turned out to be Typhon's former wolf general, the long-lost father of the 'eldest lady,'" said Sister Marianne, "and it was a shock. ”

"I've been worried about what will happen to their reunion - I'm even worried that they'll fight," Bertila shook her head, "This is something that even the Imperial Capital is watching, and I don't want any surprises." Thankfully, everything seems to be going well now. ”

"Of course it will go well, at least you don't have to worry about them getting into a big fight from the beginning," Sister Marianne smiled with a gentle and tranquil smile, as any qualified clergyman would do, her smile was warm and reassuring, "It is impossible for a father who reunites with his daughter to do anything to his daughter, and it is even less likely that a seriously injured 'eldest lady' will have the strength to contradict her father - not to mention that I have doubled the dose of Moonlight Mixture in her last dose of alchemy potion......"

Bertila: "?? ”