The night sprinkled gently on the stone path, and the girl hung down her long pale blonde hair, looked down at her feet, and under a long white dress, she was not wearing shoes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info barefoot but didn't feel the coolness that should come from the soles of the feet, the sea of flowers on both sides of the road exuded all kinds of fragrant smells, the night wind hit, rolled up a large dandelion petals, and the tidbits danced in the wind, like a fairy in the night sky, and like snow falling down.

The sea of flowers stretches along the stone path and connects to a calm lake. The lake reflects the moon in the sky, so round, so close. There was a stone bridge on the lake, and at this time, a young man was sitting on the edge of the bridge swinging one leg with a dog's tail grass in his mouth, looking at him, it seemed that he was in a daze. The man's dress was very casual, just dismantling the silver armor and fixing it on his chest, the key places such as his right arm and elbow joint, and the rest of the place was leather clothing, and the most eye-catching thing was that he carried a total of seven different swords around his waist and back. Two handfuls are placed diagonally behind the back, one is inserted in the lower back, and then two are inserted in each side waist. At first glance, one can't help but wonder if this man is not a madman with a thirst for swords, a weapons dealer who sells swords, or a street performer?

The girl ran in the direction of the man with a smile, and the wind lifted her long white dress, and her pale blonde hair danced with the flying petals. When she reached the man's side, she sat down silently, running so many miles, but her breathing was not in the slightest disorder.

"Ain!"

"Why don't you learn how to run with us?" said the man who was called Ain without turning his head.

"Running is a good thing, and the Windspirits love to dance. As she spoke, the girl in white opened her arms, and another gust of night wind struck, and the girl closed her eyes as if embracing the wind.

Ain turned his head and looked at the smile on her lips, and couldn't help but smile.

The two didn't speak for a long time, but the atmosphere was not awkward, and time was not particularly important for a girl-like woman. The girl is talking to the wind spirit, and Ain is in a daze.

After a long time, the girl raised her arms that hugged the wind, stretched her waist, breathed a long sigh of relief, patted her stomach and said, "Ah~~~ The wind here is really pleasant!"

"Imitate human beings, please imitate like a little bit, you are now living like a well-fed uncle. ”

"Uncle, isn't this like this~~ like this?" the girl said as she gestured, looking at her gestures, Ain couldn't help but wonder if she was confusing her uncle with some ferocious beast.

"Uncle is a middle-aged human between 40 and 60 years old, what kind of monster are you, uncle doesn't have such long fangs, and he doesn't have such a strange tail. ”

"That's ~~~~ is that?" said the girl, who began to imitate an orangutan walking.

"You're an uncle who hasn't evolved yet... ”

The girl tilted her head, as if she didn't understand.

Ain sighed and flicked the windswept bangs on his forehead. Perhaps because this girl has unlimited time, her progress in learning human knowledge is not ideal. Sometimes she is like a child, following you to ask this and that, and sometimes some inexplicable questions can ask you to burst into laughter. But, perhaps with a natural lack of humor, Al Ain doesn't laugh often. The maiden often asked why she was not able to laugh like the other warriors, and Al Ain once couldn't resist the girl's tireless questioning, replying, "They treat every day as the end of the world, but I still cherish my own life." At first, the girl didn't quite understand what she meant. But later, through my own observations, I gradually realized that the young man was very serious about living. Everyone cherishes their lives, and some people have fun in time, even if they die on the battlefield tomorrow. But Ain tried his best to survive, trying so hard that he didn't even have time to smile. It is often said that he lives too seriously. When he heard someone say this, he would only frown and leave silently with an indifferent expression. Ain was unsociable, so on this night, when everyone gathered around the bonfire to celebrate the hard-won victory of the day, he came to the lake alone, wielded his sword, and fought against the imaginary enemy in his mind, and now, when he was tired of practicing his sword, he would sit lazily on the small bridge, listen to the evening breeze, and chew on the dog's tail and grass roots. In fact, don't look at his calm and relaxed now, he has already completed more than 1,000 slashes and stabs just now. Ain is a very hard worker, which is why the girl is so curious about him, she doesn't understand why humans can work as hard as him, and there is a knot in her heart that has not been untied for a long time.

She wanted to know about humanity as much as she longed for. But Ain always kept his distance from her, not disgusted or revered by the girl's identity, he was just simply unsociable. However, what troubled Ain was that it seemed that the more he wanted to stay away from the girl, the closer the girl became, and in the end, Ain could only follow her. The others were envious of Ain, believing him to be the only one to be blessed, but Ain understood that it was only due to the curiosity of the girl who was old enough to publish a hundred books. Everyone around Ain was afraid that the girl knew too much, and they were afraid that if the girl knew too much about humans, she would no longer be on the side of humans. After all, humanity has too many shortcomings and dark sides. And the girl is like perfection itself, and the brilliance that exudes makes anyone can't help but avoid the gaze. But there is only one person who is not only not afraid of the girl, but treats her as if she were a normal 16-year-old girl, even though the actual age of the girl may have to be followed by a long list of zeros to this number.

The maiden's name is Elijah, and she is the god of this world. She is the power of light, the goddess of light created by the supreme god Falis at the beginning of chaos.

"Hey~~~" Illya saw that Ain didn't react for a long time, and seemed to be bored and made a coquettish sound, of course, she couldn't have the mood of being bored, and she wouldn't be coquettish, everything was imitation. Thinking like this, Ain felt like she didn't know how to react to her.

"Hey~~~~~~~~" Ilia dragged out the end longer, her big eyes staring at Ain beside her, giving Ain goosebumps all over her body.

"I have a name. ”

"But don't humans omit the name of someone close to them? I saw Rena call you the same yesterday, and you agreed. "Rena is the head chef in the barracks, an innocent optimist, and she especially likes to wear maid's clothes, which is a maid's costume, and she changes a new set every day. Although he is a chef, he makes dishes that are not flattering. The reason why the soldiers in the army have not quit this 16-year-old amateur cook is actually mainly because she has brought too much precious joy to the men on the battlefield. By the way, her 16-year-old is the real thing.

"I don't think I'm that close to you. ”

"Hmm~~ It's really lovely. Ilia puffed out her cheeks and glared at Ain in feigned anger. At times, Ain felt that the venerable man seemed to be particularly fond of playing tricks on himself.

Ain didn't bother to talk to her and took out a leaf. Now there was only one way to keep the girl's mouth shut.

"Oh~~" Ilia didn't say more, bent her knees, held her cheeks with her hands, and quieted down. Next, Ain put his mouth to the leaves, and several scales rang out in an incredible way. Then the scales joined into a melody, beautiful, melodious and elegant, with a little sadness, a little quaint, and Elia closed her eyes quietly, she loved to listen to Ain play the music made of the leaves, much like the elegy sung for the knights in the templars, but a little less majestic and a little more poignant. However, it's definitely a beautiful tune. The look in Ain's eyes was also a little confused and disillusioned, and the side face under the moonlit night was handsome and suffocating.

Soon, to the melody, Illya stood up silently, her eyes still closed. Her right hand was raised high, and at the same time, her left hand pinched a small tuft of skirt. Facing the moonlight, the girl danced a waltz alone. Like the white lotus flower that is stained with mud by the pond, it is so holy and so immaculate. Elia's dance and Ain's leaf flute work together perfectly, but it's a pity that this is a performance that the world can't see. This performance belongs only to the two of them.

"Ahh After a moment of silence, countless voices were heard from afar. There was the sound of fighting, the clashing of weapons, and the frightened chirping of animals in the forest.

"It's the direction of the camp. A flash of fire rose into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the fire grew brighter and larger, dyeing a corner of the black night sky a blood-red. Ain glanced at the girl beside him, and without saying much, ran towards the camp. He didn't need to tell her to go to a safe place to hide, or follow him, because in this world, no one can hurt this girl, and no one dares to hurt this girl, so how she acts is her own business, and it has nothing to do with Ain. The girl in white silently watched Ain run away, and she didn't immediately follow.

Under the cold moonlight, a white lotus, alone, is lonely and self-admiring. The girl in white lightly landed on the lotus leaf next to the white lotus, snuggled up to the white lotus, and gently stroked the petals that were so clean that they could pass through the moonlight.

The grass rustling in the night breeze on the shore was overcast, and it seemed that the transparent moonlight could not dispel the endless shadows.

The white lotus seemed to be the only light, but it was not allowed to cross the lake, and the weeds that swarmed on the shore seemed to be full of begging for the white lotus, but they were cold and alienated from her.

The girl looked up at the bright moon, the moonlight was like silk, wrapped with repeated melancholy, like a thin veil, lightly covering the girl's shoulders