Dear Ms. Jamila,

When you see this note, it means I'm dead.

I have never met you, and have I, as your future husband, ever held an important place in your heart? What is your answer? I really want to know, just as I long to see you. But it's a pity that I can't make it, I can't make it to your birthday ball, I can't make it to my engagement ceremony, I can't catch up with the happiness that belongs to us.

When I was eleven years old, I saw you for the first time in the portrait that your father brought, and from that time on, I fell in love with you completely. Since then, I have witnessed your changes and growth year after year through the portrait brought by your father, and deepened my love for you. Until one day, that liking becomes something more persistent – and that's my love for you. One day to marry you has become the greatest honor and commitment of my life. I keep working on it and wait patiently.

I often dream of walking hand in hand with you in the church, longing to build a happy family with you. However, it backfired, and I finally died in a certain battle, unable to fulfill my promise to you, but at least I can guarantee one thing - the only person I cared about in the last moments before I died was you.

You don't need to grieve too much about my death, and don't be dragged or delayed in any way. From now on, you are no longer Soraton's future wife, and you must pursue your own happiness with confidence.

I have never really been present in your life, but I will be forever absent from your life. You think of me as a sea breeze blowing towards you from the shores of Tiha, and you only need to feel the sincere warmth that I have conveyed to you while you have heard of me, and you have satisfied me.

After I am gone, you will have to forget me for a new life—this is my first and last request to you.

Your most loyal warrior - Soraton

After reading the words on the note, Kosmerd burst into tears. He sighed heavily, and muttered to himself, "No! Brother Solaton, you will not and cannot be forgotten!"

Then, with his back against the wall, he held the note in his hand, and reread the words over and over again, understanding Solaton's feelings for Jamila, understanding his beautiful longing and bitter regrets, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

I don't know how long later, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps downstairs, and then the sound of two people talking.

The two men were visibly speaking in a low voice, so that when their conversation reached the ears of Kersmond upstairs, it was slight and indistinct, and he couldn't tell who it was, but he could be sure that one of them belonged to the guy at the vigil downstairs, and the other he couldn't tell who it belonged to—it might belong to Enqi, but it could also belong to someone else.

The conversation between the two men continued for a while before it came to an abrupt end, and then, hurried footsteps resumed, and soon they were approaching from downstairs to upstairs, apparently someone coming up the stairs.

When he heard someone coming upstairs, he straightened up, hid the note in his body, wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and looked towards the staircase.

Between the two rows of rooms on the second floor of this tavern is a narrow aisle. At this time, only a small pot of slowly burning charcoal placed at the end of the aisle provides illumination, and the entire aisle is not well lit, especially near the staircase.

Despite the lack of vision, Korsmund recognized at a glance the man who had come up the stairs and appeared at the top of the stairs - that person was Enqi.

After recognizing that person as Enqi, Kersmerd secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he really didn't want any uninvited guests at such a time, especially the minions of the Eternal Night Alliance.

"You're back!...... it's okay" Before he could finish speaking, Kersmod noticed Enqi's strange appearance, and his tone changed, "What's wrong with you?"

Enqi snorted coldly, did not speak, just quickly approached where Kersmod was, but the way he walked was obviously limping. Kersmund looked closely, and soon spotted a small slender protrusion on Enki's right thigh. At the sight of this slender object and the red blood stains around it, Ksmod immediately thought of the arrows that had been fired at him and Jamila not long ago. Immediately, he realized that Enqi had been hit by an arrow, and then broke most of the shaft, leaving a small shaft with the shaft of the arrow, which remained in his thigh.

Kersmund asked with concern, "Are you hit by an arrow?" Is the wound deep, let me see!", and with that, he approached Enqi, and reached out to hold Enqi, and then help him examine the wound.

However, just before his hand was about to touch Enqi's shoulder, Enqi suddenly stretched out a hand and pushed his outstretched hand away, and said angrily: "You don't need to worry about this!

Kersmod was pushed away by him, subconsciously took a step back, was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "Why are you reacting so much? I just want to help you!"

"I can deal with this little injury myself, and I don't need anyone's help, including you!" Enqi looked like he was thousands of miles away.

Kersmund frowned, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"What are you doing standing outside Miss Jamila's room? She's okay, is she? I won't let you go if you don't protect her and cause her any loss!" said Enqi coldly.

"What kind of attitude do you have? Don't worry, she is not missing a single hair, but she will not be in a good mood now. "Eksmod remained calm.

Enqi glared at Ksmoed, unconcealed the annoyance in his tone, and said: "Bad mood? Why is she in a bad mood? Did you make her unhappy? You didn't treat her well before you became her official husband? After she became your wife, don't you just want to be more presumptuous? Hmph! How can our young lady marry someone like you who doesn't know how to cherish it!" Here in Kulau alone, there are many people who want to be good to our young lady, if it weren't for your luck, you have been engaged to our young lady since you were a child, how can it be your turn to marry our young lady?"

Kersmer shook his head and said sadly, "You misunderstood! I'm not Big Brother Soraton, my name is Kersmer." I came to Ms. Jamila because I was going to transfer some items to her for Brother Soraton, and Ms. Jamila was in a sad mood now because I had just told her the news that Brother Soraton had died in battle. ”

"What? You're not the same Soraton...... The Nord royal guard named Soraton, the future husband of the young lady, is dead?, and he is dead just as his engagement with the young lady is approaching?" Enqi asked in great surprise when he heard this fact.

Eyemer nodded bitterly and said, "You may have heard of the battle of the defense of Fort Rudada five days ago, and Brother Soraton died in that war. ”

"What have I done wrong? Or have I offended you in some way? You want to look at me like this, and treat me with such resistance? Are you targeting me?" was shocked and angry at Enqi's words.

"Hmph! I'm not targeting you, but now I treat all outsiders with such an attitude! If I were to give a good look to those who looked human, but in fact were wolf-hearted, it would make me feel disgusting to think about it!" Enqi's tone was full of resentment.

"How can you do that? Yes, you can unleash your anger and resentment when you treat the bad people who deserve it. But what about those who are really good? Do you really feel good about them by treating them like this and making them uncomfortable?" said Kosmoed, frowning.

Enqi snorted coldly and said: "People are unpredictable, I can't control so much, I only insist on myself!"

Kersmund shook his head and said, "You're so extreme! I don't know if you were born like this, or if you were stimulated to be like this." Because I have suffered losses before, I am now more wary of strangers, but I will not be like you, preconceived to make bad evaluations of others!"

"Are you teaching me a lesson?" Enqi glared at Kersmed fiercely.

In the face of the radical Enqi, Kosmode remained calm and said: "No, I just want to give you one piece of advice! If you are transferring your past resentment and even hatred over someone, something, or something to all the people and things that you don't trust or understand for the time being, you shouldn't be! It's not fair, it's not fair to those who are really good, it's not fair to yourself, because you didn't give them a chance to enter your world, and you didn't give yourself a chance to trust them, I hope that's not the case for you. ”

"Boy, what do you know? don't be presumptuous!" rebuked Enqi.

"It's you who thinks so!" Recoiled before Ekmund raised his voice.

Eksmode's-for-tat retort made Enqi stunned, but he immediately recovered his angry face and said: "There is no point in arguing with your mouth, if you are brave enough, you can have a fight with me!

"This is not a problem that can be solved by force, don't you understand? I am not afraid of you, but I will not fight you now, because such a fight is meaningless! To put it mildly, I have fought more than you have ever eaten bread since I was a child. Because of this, I have come to understand better that for a person to truly grow, it is not about how many people he can defeat or how many duels he can win. It's that he has to understand certain truths so that he can truly become mature and find his own way. Can you change your mind if I win you now? Impossible? You won't even be able to find your own mistakes! And if you win against me, it will only make you sink deeper into your mistakes, and will not bring you any beneficial changes!"

"Hmph, I don't think you have suffered any big blows, and you don't know the cruelty of this world, so you can say such a thing!" Enqi said disapprovingly.

"I am afraid that the hardships I have endured are no less than those you have suffered, and the blows I have suffered are probably not lighter than those you have endured. But I don't need to compare these with you, I only know that the hardships I have endured and the blows I have endured, as long as they do not put me to death, they will not crush me, I will only regard them as a tempering for me, so that I can become stronger, I have learned some truths through these hardships and blows, which can make me more cautious about the world, better survive in this world, and walk my own path more clearly and firmly. People who have distorted their minds and extreme ideas due to suffering and frustration cannot truly grow up and become truly strong. Kersmund said without humility or arrogance.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense, if you don't dare to fight me, get me out of here!" Enqi's tone did not relax.

"No, I can't leave yet, I'm going to at least send Ms. Jamila home and see if Mr. Belluga has anything to ask me......"

Enqi quickly interrupted him and said, "Don't make these excuses for your bad intentions! Besides, I'm afraid that sooner or later there will be a duel between us, and you can't escape it!"

"Sir, please give me the respect you deserve! If you insist on a duel with me, I will accompany you to the end!" Kersmod's attitude towards Enqi was really unbearable, and his tone became excited, and his fierce gaze suddenly stared at Enqi, and his eyes suddenly glowed with an awe-inspiring murderous aura.

Just when the two of them were about to fight, a coquettish voice suddenly came from Jamila's room: "You two don't quarrel, you will send me home together tomorrow, now, you hurry up and go back to my respective rooms!"

Hearing Jamila's shout, Enqi snorted, glared at Kersmer, and then stepped away, limping but swiftly past Kersmed, to a room next to Jamila's room, pushing the door open and entering, and then slamming the door shut. It turned out that he also lived in the next room to Jamila, which was one room away from Minded. In fact, Jamila is the source of the estrangement between the two of them, but neither of them is aware of this fact.

Cummer stood there for a moment, sighed, and went back to his room.

Shortly after dawn the next day, Korsmed and Jamila, along with Enki, left the tavern and headed for Kulau.

The sky was gloomy and snowing, but it was only light snow and didn't bother anyone travelling.

In the midst of a white expanse, three people rode their horses and marched forward. Jamila's face was heavy, her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was still stained with tears. She was so immersed in great grief that she couldn't help herself, and she stayed up all night and cried all night. Now his face is haggard and his whole body is weak. She rode on the golden steed, exhausted, and her hands grasped the reins of the horse feebly, and she barely urged her crotch to move forward.

Enqi changed into a white robe, and the thigh wound he had treated alone last night was now hidden under the white robe, which was no longer visible to outsiders. He stayed by Jamila's side, riding alongside her, keeping a close eye on her the whole time, occasionally asking her inconsequential questions to distract her. Jamila listened to his question, but just shook her head or nodded, and remained silent.

Ksmerd rode behind them, keeping an eye on Jamila. He wanted to help Jamila get out of her grief as soon as possible, but he didn't know what to say or do, so he could only remain silent all the way and quietly follow her.

In the afternoon, the snow was still falling, and it seemed to be getting heavier, beginning to disturb the view of pedestrians, but fortunately, the three of them finally reached Kurau before the heavy snow was coming.

The Kingdom of Virgia is known as the Snow Country, and the towns of Kulau and Kudan, which are located in the middle of the snow, are known as Snow Cities. They are called Syracuse, and they live up to their name – these two towns are covered in snow and ice all year round.

The town of Kulau, the first part that entered the eyes of Ksmerd, was the tall and long wall, which was originally gray-yellow, but was covered with ice and snow all year round, and most of the walls turned white. The gray-yellow and snow-white walls of the city made Kosmode feel bright and impressed.

This is one of the characteristics of Syracuse, and it is the first to be presented to outsiders.

Upon entering the town of Kulau, the ground was white, the roofs were white, and even the pedestrians on the street were covered in a layer of snow white to a greater or lesser extent—the whole town was covered in silver.

Unlike any town where Kersmod has ever been, this is a city overrun by snow and ice. The three towns where Ksmode once stayed, whether they were Wocheze, Sagos, or Rivacheze, were all cities flooded with sea breezes, and there was no sea breeze, only snow and ice.

The warm sea breeze simply can't come here.

Realizing this, Korsmed immediately remembered the analogy that Soraton had made to himself in his last words—that he was like a sea breeze blowing from the shores of Tiha. Perhaps as fate would have it, Soraton would not be able to come to this snow city, let alone Jamila's side.

After Enqi lowered his head and was silent for a while, he raised his eyes and said coldly: "It turns out that you are just a messenger, since now you have told our young lady the news and handed over that person's relics to her, then, now there is nothing for you to do here!

In order to fulfill his promise to Soraton, Minded had already made up his mind, so he said firmly: "I can't leave Lady Jamila yet, I want to stay with her......"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Enqi interrupted him and said, "What? Why do you want to stay with Miss Jamila? Do you have any other intentions? Let me warn you first, don't have any bad thoughts and dirty thoughts about our young lady! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless to you!"