The air was moist in the deep and narrow passageway, and there was a faint sound of dripping water in the darkness before and after.

Dressed in a hooded cloak, Arettir ran with Charles in his arms, eager but silent, as he continued to weave through the dark and narrow passages, and finally climbed out of a rope staircase with Charr in his arms.

Outside, a gloomy forest bathed in the sparse moonlight, and the surrounding was quiet, and the elf who had crawled out turned her head to look around, looked in the right direction, and continued on her way without hesitation.

Time passed in silent running, the moonlight became brighter and brighter, through the dense shade of the trees sparsely shone on the forest paths, the crisp insect chirping gradually converged from all directions, and the sound of the elven woman's footsteps on the surface of the dead leaves was soft and crisp.

At this time, the surrounding environment is obviously a suitable place for a leisurely walk for the elves with strong night vision, but at this moment, the female elves running on this forest path are just hugging the child in their arms, without looking back, and the speed is fast.

The night breeze blew softly on her long black hair, and in the cold moonlight, a glitter of the elf's smooth chin caught Charles's eyes.

His heart, which had already been touched by the previous events, trembled.

Aritil, who was concentrating on running, immediately felt a young finger touch her chin, as if to help her wipe her tears.

Looking down, the eyes, which were still bright in the dim light, stared at her, and the emotions revealed in them were both relieved and distressed, and her steps slowed down, and finally she pursed her lips and leaned against the trunk of a tree and began to cry.

Charles was held tightly in his arms, and he forgot that he was still pretending not to speak, but he didn't say anything, because he didn't know what to say at the moment.

Not so long ago, he had treated the two elves as trouble, but now, he had escaped danger because of their actions.

Ashamed? Annoyed? Still unwilling?

Eventually, all mixed emotions turned into silent silence.

Listening to the constant cries of the usually cheerful female elf above her head, inexplicably, Charles suddenly missed the old days.

Although he was firmly controlled by the mastermind behind the scenes at that time, he has the ability to change everything that doesn't go his way, in fact, if he had been running to the present, solving this trouble is just a matter of thought.

So is this what it feels like to lose the "favor" of fate? Or is this the life of a normal person? ”

Charles felt that the situation was really bad.

It was obvious that Arettir, who was at the trunk of the tree, could not have guessed what the child in his arms was thinking at the moment. I had been on the road for most of the night, and it was already far away from the house, so I didn't need to worry about anything for a while.

Because of this, she can cry enough here.

No one disturbed her, but before long, in the silence around her, the crying gradually stopped, and the faint murmur followed.

"You know, little Romian, your father is lonely. His parents and relatives were tortured to death by the minions of the great enemy, and he was the only one left in the direct family. I actually know what the hell those ghosts he keeps at home are, yes, I know, so I regret saying that. ”

"What's the use of just regretting it? There were too many of those Orks, and there was no chance of rescue around the South Elmos Forest, he, he ......"

Muttering, Arityl didn't say any more, but raised his hand to wipe away his tears, then took a deep breath and got up to get ready to go again.

It's just that at this moment, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly found that the child in her arms was frowning, observing something in front of her eyes with her fingers up in the dark rumbling environment.

Those were his own tears on his fingertips, right?

The sad mood was amused by the child's little adult-like appearance, but what happened next made her eyes widen, and all the emotions in her heart were replaced by shock.

Because in her sight, the tears on her immature fingertips shook a little under her gaze, and suddenly rippled into a tiny watery butterfly, and then flapped the pair of colorless wings and fluttered in front of her, fanning away to the depths of the shade behind her!

As it flapped its wings, an invisible attraction emanated from its tiny, inconspicuous transparent body, and as the strange butterfly passed by in mid-air, a large number of green leaves growing on the branches around it fell off, and then floated around the tiny butterfly.

Looking up at the little mosquito-like thing in mid-air flapping its wings to attract countless leaves to leave, Arettir was speechless.

It wasn't until the hazy moonlight, when the unique butterfly with green leaves turned a corner along the path and disappeared from sight, that the female elf looked down at Charles in her arms.

"Little Romian, what did you do?" There was even some panic in her tone.

At this moment, even if he had regarded Charles as a rare genius of the elven race, Arity could not hide the feeling of confusion in his heart.

Because it's not the same shadow ability that Charles had shown before.

The ability to turn dead things into "living things", this kind of ability, since the birth of elves, she has never heard of any elves can do it!

……

As the Noldor princess Arettir is amazed by her son's magical abilities, the butterflies created by that power continue to flutter forward.

A large number of green leaves twisted and fluttered together to form its body, and as it flew, the butterflies broke away from the dense shade below, exposing themselves to the vast moonlit sky.

The distance is high, but as it continues to advance, it attracts countless green leaves from the sea of trees below to fall off and drift in follow, as if dragging a long tail of leaves.

The tail formed in a steady stream as it progressed, chasing and converging in the direction of the butterfly's body, so that the object, which was originally the size of a finger's belly, grew stronger.

Leisurely flapping its wings, this butterfly, which obviously has no eyes and no organs, has a very clear goal.

At first, it followed the path of the hidden trail in the woods below, but gradually, it broke away from the trail and turned around in mid-air.

Eventually, with a faint roar in the woods, the behemoth, which had become the size of a bear, suddenly sped up and swooped towards the forest below!

The leaves flew like the wind on the trunks of the trees, causing the masses of orcs below to raise their ugly cheeks, and then they saw large expanses of green leaves that obscured their vision falling from above and below!

Countless inconspicuous leaves gathered together to form a surging "wave of qi" like a violent wind, and after rushing to their faces, they did not cause any harm to these orcs except for making them stop moving forward and raise their arms to cover their cheeks, but quietly took one of them away!

I saw that the black-haired elf whose hands were bound behind him by ropes, and who was staggering forward because of the orc's push and shove, was violently blown up by this strong wind carrying a large number of green leaves, and then rushed directly to the hidden sky beyond the shade of the trees above the oblique as if he was embraced by the man of invisible leaves!

The black-haired elf was so flustered by this that he completely ignored that he had been freed from the orc captivity because of this!

He struggled in mid-air, but the invisible force that "imprisoned" him was full of resilience, and a large number of flying leaves completely obscured everything around him.

The stunned cries of the orcs were thrown below the sky, shuttling through the shade of the trees, and after the pain of the leaves scratching his cheeks, everything in front of him suddenly became clear, and a bright starry sky came into view, which made the heart of Eor, who had escaped from danger, tremble, and he was intoxicated for a moment.

It was only then that the mood turned into panic again.

If one can see through the dense shade of the trees, they will see a huge butterfly made of countless green leaves flapping its wings and flying over the South Elmos Forest.

Through its messy and messy body made of countless leaves, one could see that within the belly of the butterfly, a slumped black-haired adult elf was watching everything below look in amazement.