This is the story of the demon hunter Canette, who belongs to a parallel world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

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World Tree, First World.

Outside a hillside with fresh air and the scent of green grass everywhere.

Carnet rode El to the small village across the hill. And when he looked up, he could already faintly see the sky city of Elrandi.

The huge sky city floated above the canopy.

Including this village, a large area around here is under the management of the Light and Shadow Holy Sect.

As one of the most influential religions in the World Tree, the reputation of the Light and Shadow Holy Sect is not as good as that of the Heavenly Wing Sect. There are sects in need of this religion, and some of them are extremely radical, to the point of cults.

Of course, as far as Canette knew, the reputation of the Light and Shadow Holy Sect in this area was not bad.

In particular, the blows of the cults in this vicinity are very intense...... Although Carnet is very skeptical that there are any people who have been mistaken for a cult.

On this hillside, there is only one two-story hut. It seems that the owner of the house is a person who does not like to live in the village.

There are always such people...... Thinking so, Carnet rode leisurely past the hut on her Dire horse.

And at this passing moment, he noticed a silver-haired girl sitting on the bed, quietly looking out the window.

There are so many silver-haired people in this world...... Canette thought to herself: Of course, there is a lot of blonde hair. In contrast, the number of blackheads, grays, and redheads is relatively small.

The silver-haired Eborn is considered to have noble blood in some world worlds under the tree. After all, silver-haired people are rare there, and it is mainly high-born guys such as dragons and vampires that have silver hair.

Of course, there are occasional hairy boys who are silver-haired but don't have fart blood.

After passing by the window, Canette couldn't help but glance inside: because there was a flower pot next to the girl's bed.

The flowers in the pot are mostly withered. It's like it's been a long time since it has been watered...... But this is clearly wrong. After all, the petals are still stained with water droplets.

This flower is not saved...... Carnet thought to himself: After a while, it will be undecently dry.

Canette has always felt that it is very difficult to raise this thing.

If you're not careful, you'll die. Of course, it's better to feed than goldfish.

Just as Canette was thinking about to look away and continue on the road, the silver-haired girl seemed to notice Canette and smiled and waved at him.

"......" looked at her smile, and Canette felt that her mood had become as good as the weather, so she waved at her as well.

The wind in the wilderness is very comfortable. Cool but not cold.

The boy seemed to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. But for some reason, she didn't get out of bed to play outside, but just looked at the field with very eager eyes.

It's not like what a kid of this age would do.

Sure enough, smiling is contagious. Of course, the host itself has to be suitable. Because Carnet somehow felt like smiling, too.

Although he wanted to leave, after Canette turned around with the horse's head, he heard a knock on the glass behind him.

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Parchment rolls and inventions that tell the story of ancient memories.

Frost Magic: Death Frost Grip.

Inventor: Lucina. Ethnicity and Gender: Aya Female.

Drive source: Mana.com.

Inside a dark ice cellar filled with cold air.

An Aiya girl slumped on the ground, her shackles frozen in ice.

The chains rubbed against the icy ground with a faint movement.

Aya whimpered, trying to wake up the other elf girl beside her. She had quickly fallen into a semi-coma from the cold, and her whole body began to stiffen.

Soon the elf will lose consciousness, and then it will be over.

...... They're going to kill her, and I'm here to watch her die just to punish me.

Aya's anguished heart reminded her of this.

The newly hired elf of the shopkeeper, who had always come to fetch Aya's blood, tried to save Aya, but was caught.

So she was locked in an ice cellar. In the ice cellar of this season, it is very easy to kill a person.

Lucina was locked inside. The men were too lazy to put the elves in the shackles, but since Aya was wearing one herself, they easily tied the chains on her body to the fixtures inside.

This ice cellar is usually used to punish disobedient girls. It is also occasionally used to kill people.

In this cold state, even if Aya's body could keep the elf warm, it wouldn't allow her to hold it up for long.

The girl tried desperately to push the door open again, but to no avail. The hard ice froze the door that had already been locked.

Aya fell deeper and deeper into despair, and the elf's body temperature had dropped lower and lower.

In another desperate push of the door, Aya's palm unconsciously erupted into a burst of ice mist.

The door of the house was blown away by the ice explosion in an instant.

Aya stood still, unaware of what was happening.

All she knew was ecstatic to help the elf, who couldn't walk steadily, and escort her out of the room.

"Thank you......" The elf looked weakly at Aya, who tried to use the trick just now but couldn't succeed, "But what do you do......?"

When Aya heard this, she just shook her head and looked at the shackles on her bare feet: the length of the chains had reached the limit, and she couldn't go any further. Moreover, the Nether Iron Chain on Aya's body is immune to magic, and it seems that he can't leave.

She doesn't know how to communicate with people, and her personality is extremely silent. It's not that they don't speak Eurasiatic, it's just that they don't communicate with anyone at all.

From the beginning, the idea of rescuing the prisoners here was unrealistic. That's why the elf failed.

"Let's go......" Aya said with difficulty, trying to communicate in a way she was not good at: "Guard...... Maybe I'll be back in a moment. ”

"But you ......" the elf looked self-reproachful.

"I'm sorry. Aiya lowered her head, and the corners of her eyes were inexplicably sour: "But...... Don't come back. ”

She sat in the ice prison, relieved to feel that she had finally rescued the good Samaritan.

...... Until the bloody corpse of the elf with several arrows in his body was dragged from the ice prison. All I remember after that was that I stared blankly ahead, trampled under my feet and whipped by the jailers who came to question me.

Lucina, at this time, was still called Luna. The name given to her by the jailer in charge of her care.

Long after it was all a thing of the past, she wanted to give herself a new name to get away from her old life.

The resulting name was Lucina, just one syllable.

At first glance, she still couldn't say goodbye to the past.

However......

What the name really represents, she herself simply doesn't realize.

She was supposed to be called Luciena.

It's the name her mom gave.

Imprint in the depths of the soul.