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"But it's just ...... Just send a letter......"

In the cramped, humble cabin, gasping and staring at the door locked by a wooden bolt, Christopher muttered this to himself for the third time. If anything, this damn fate, which will only be a cold bystander, seems to be playing tricks on her, and actually puts her life as a bargaining chip on an insignificant joke.

"Am I going to die here?"

-- The answer seems to be near.

There wasn't much panic, and her voice wasn't at all as panicked as ordinary people face death.

On the contrary, her expression was chillingly calm.

It is not the simple "coldness" of the soul that is felt by looking at the missing emotions on the human face, but the physical sense, which makes people really feel the "severe cold" that the skin is about to be clear.

"Let me struggle a little longer, the life of the people I respect the most...... How could it be wasted in such a place!"

With nothing on his face changed, but suddenly a low, willed roar came out of his mouth, and Christopher sank his hands that had been on his chest, crossed them, and chanted a mysterious incantation with a fearless expression. As the indescribable words were uttered in a solemn and holy tone, as if in prayer, between her bloodless lips, they appeared out of thin air, and the ice-blue elves dancing in the air formed a cold aura that began to gather around her.

In the vast, colourful land of Southover and full of stories, things like this are often referred to as "magical elements". Beings that appear as flickering points of light at this moment cannot be detected by the naked eye under normal conditions, but as long as they are guided by what magicians call "magic", they will gather and manifest as entities like this, and under the manipulation of magicians, they will produce "miracles" - "magic" and the power to change reality.

Visible to the naked eye, even people can intuitively experience the "cold" light-colored light spots, the magic elements of "ice" gradually converge on Christopher's hands, as time passes, the more magical elements accumulate, the surrounding air becomes colder and colder, and in a moment, the woman with sassy long hair in the same hue as this awe-inspiring ice, Christopher's palm is covered with a thin layer of frost.

The elemental magic of ice.

Gathering the elements of magic is a necessary process for activating elemental magic, and in the process of being supposed to be fully concentrated, Christopher spontaneously had other thoughts, that is, the question of why he was in such a predicament, which had been repeated more than once.

"I still have room to think about it. ”

The content of the question quickly shifted.

Time back, and the other four members of the team came to the "peninsula" on the other side of the continent after a long journey, thinking that they could stay with everyone as usual, but Christopher, who stayed by Captain Lance's side, received a task assigned by Captain Lance alone, and then left the team temporarily and came to this remote forest alone.

The name of the forest had been forgotten, so she hadn't bothered to remember such an inconsequential thing.

"It's something that only you can do. So, please. ”

Until now, although age is a mystery, Christopher, who can definitely be called a girl in appearance, still haunts the words of Captain Lance and the warmth of the wide palms that hold her slender and thin shoulders when she says this.

Captain Lance is a good person, a very good person, very gentle, always methodical and reasonable, not surprised, no matter what happens, he is by everyone's side. Not only that, but Captain Lance also taught me many things that I didn't know as much as a child, and gave me the "heart" of being a "human being...... Maybe he's more like my father than my big brother.

Thinking like this, the corners of the girl's mouth with an aura of not approaching people couldn't help but raise a little arc.

The smile disappeared before it could take shape.

I can't say no at all. With the words "only you can do it" uttered the words "only you can do it", Christopher could conclude that he would never be able to refuse, and there was no reason to refuse such a request.

But.

"Only I can do it, that's what I mean......"

"Hiss ......"

-- Those things have already noticed me.

The sound of something scraping against the floor from outside the closed door was the reason why the girl's smile was interrupted.

At this time, it seems that a "wry smile" should be revealed, but Christopher is unable to make it and imitate such an expression.

Generally speaking, in an ordinary person, the heart should be "plopping" and beating violently at this time, right?

However, Christopher did not produce such a "stress response".

Instead calmer than usual?

- I've always been like this, right?

After making a well-timed "spit out" on herself—the meaning of a foreign word that was not part of the "lingua franca" was not found on the continent before—to keep herself in a slightly hyperactive state, the girl decided to continue her reflection. The increasingly violent grinding sound didn't interrupt her pace.

Messenger.

That's what Captain Lance said only she could do. It sounds very simple, but after that, Captain Lance also informed Christopher of the delivery of the letter and the recipient, and there seemed to be no problem here, and the contents of the letter should of course be kept secret...... Only the name of the recipient, not like a name, but like a title, aroused a little curiosity of a girl who rarely showed emotion. After asking, he received an answer from Captain Lance who didn't know the specific situation of that person, and was a little disappointed.

The recipient's name is, Black Shaman, no doubt a code name or title. It's a simple, but simply thought-provoking name, shrouded in a slightly ominous atmosphere.

There was no more information, and I should have added a little suspicion, but because Lord Lance ...... No, no, Captain Lance's words caused a deer to crash in his heart, so he didn't think much about it.

Captain Lance probably didn't expect me to be in such a situation, right?

I can't help but want to sigh when I think of this, but sighing is a manifestation of the weakness of the human heart, so Christopher doesn't want to make such a move that would make people mistakenly think that he is weak.

The process of gathering the magic elements has basically ended, and the magic elements that were more or less around the girl's body before have all been concentrated on her hands, and the body has not been further cleaned, but, compared to before, the light blue light has been shrouded, and there is a somewhat illusory aura that will inevitably intoxicate those who see it for the first time.

This is also one of the charms of magic.

Waiting for the moment to cast her magic, Christopher continued to retrace.

There was no obstacle to finding this forest, and the point is that after that, it is doubtful that someone would live alone in a place like the forest, but it was a special task given by Lord Lance...... Then, I didn't expect that there would be such a large clearing in the middle of the forest, no, a garden.

"Boom!"

The cabin shook violently as if it had been struck by something, and Christopher, who was standing in it, shuddered involuntarily and nearly fell. Unlike the considerable degree of "magic" that she has as a magician, her "physical ability" is quite low, and that thin body just looks at it and knows that she can't have much physical training.

"Such a large number of 'monsters' ......" Christopher, who had finally regained her center of gravity, had a little confusion in her eyes, but she still couldn't see a wavering look. The girl was originally going to wait for the moment the wooden door was destroyed to make a move, and use her strongest ice elemental magic to freeze all those terrible things, but what happened just now made her realize how natural her thoughts were. Regardless of whether the magic is effective enough or not, why would one think that those monsters would honestly enter through the door? Indeed, there was no entrance to this hut except the door, not even the windows or chimneys, but, having experienced it just now, those monsters would destroy the whole house, right?

Is there any countermeasure, what to do the moment the room is destroyed, or just open the door and rush out? I'm afraid that neither way can guarantee that you will be able to get out of the way, what are you thinking...... As long as you don't get caught by those monsters and get hurt, what's going on!? I seem to have become a little strange because I was in an embarrassing situation.

In that case, rush out.

Come to think of it, it was a bad decision to hide in this room in the first place. People lose the ability to think rationally in situations of stress and anxiety. Although I didn't think so before, it seems that this sentence is very correct now.

Slowly stepping away, Christopher exhaled deeply, and stretched out her slender but not delicate arms, white and glowing fingers, to the deadbolt. The room was so small, there was only a wooden bed - no mattresses or quilts, not even pillows, a table - there was something on the table, if you had to count the dust, and the so-called "table" had not undergone any processing at all, just a piece of wood that served as a table, right? There is also a chair, which, unlike the bed board and the table, is made of metal, and the height is quite inappropriate with the table, but there is nothing else to describe. There was no decoration in the whole house, no household items could be found, and there was no sign of any habitation. Then again, will anyone really live here?

It's better to think about how to deal with those monsters than this.

The monster in Christophore's mouth is called "Monoculus", and it is a "monster" that is difficult to distinguish between a plant and an animal , The rhizomes and leaves are no different from ordinary plants, but once it is time to bloom, the center of the huge bud appears with a rather creepy eye-like pattern, and the edges of the petals are full of sharp teeth, which will catch all the creatures that pass around it, and what is even more terrifying is that the magic eye grass has the ability to move when it blooms, and the weird eye pattern will also make people fall into hallucinations, it is more appropriate to understand that it will cast illusion magic, in short, this monster is undoubtedly more terrifying than ordinary small beasts.

"Whew...... I don't understand why there are so many ...... here."

I couldn't help but talk to myself.

The continent of Southwell is a world dominated by "humans", and the beasts and monsters that can threaten humans are now almost extinct. The boring aristocracy who kept extinct creatures as pets or ornamental objects had never heard of it, but such a large number of wild monsters had never been heard of. According to Christopher's understanding, like most monsters, the last time a thing like Magic Eye Grass was seen by humans was more than a hundred years ago.

It should have been extinct a long time ago, and the point is, it was just a letter, why did it catch up with the time when they bloomed? It's too much to say if it's a coincidence, so I have the previous doubt. Captain Lance must have known what was going on here. If anything, according to the records, the Magic Eye Grass is not as afraid of fire as most people take for granted, on the contrary, it has a considerable resistance to fire. However, it is recorded that he is afraid of low temperatures. Not...... So, Vina, who specializes in fire and water magic, is naturally not up to the task of dealing with these monsters, and Ralph and Mohr, who are more like warriors than mages, are also not up to the task due to their lack of patience for illusion magic, so I'm the only one who can deal with these creatures, right?

Suddenly there was a burning spirit in his chest - but it didn't. This can also be regarded as a kind of "spitting". In fact, as long as you have seen so many blooming magic eye grasses gather and walk, I am afraid that any strong fighter will abandon his weapons and flee for his life without fighting spirit, right?

The more I thought about it, the more I thought, just accept my fate. With his own magic, he froze all the hundreds of magic eye plants outside the door, and won a glimmer of life for himself, but the picture is becoming more and more unimaginable. There is only reluctance in his heart, but there is no resentment or annoyance, if he had to choose again, then, Christopher is sure that he will definitely take over the task of Captain Lance, and he will still choose to run away when he encounters the magic eye grass...... It's just that you would never choose such a bad escape route!

The messy forehead of the hair was pressed against the rough wooden door, and the palm of the jade hand was pressed against the equally rough deadbolt, and it was impossible to notice that the upward wooden thorns were embedded in the palm of the hand.

-- The so-called "change" happened at this very moment.

"Ahem...... Well, those flowers—but I have traveled all over the continent of Southerwell, and have gone through a great deal of trouble to find them, and when I encounter them in the harsh environment of the Far North Mountains, there are only one or two left, and sure enough, this southern land is suitable for them. Isn't it cute, ahhh......hh

That's why it's a "gesture" rather than an "action."

Unaware of the presence of another person, the old voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Huh?!" "Knock. There was an unexpected exclamation, which even she did not expect that the girl, who had always been calm, and who had been considered by many to be lacking in some emotion, made a hurried leap because of the sudden voice of another person in the hut, but slammed into the wall because the movement was too large, perhaps simply because the room was too small.

It's instinct not to give your back to someone other than a reliable friend.

Perhaps more than that, fear.

"You ......"

The ski-white skin and the small and delicate facial features of the dolls can be seen to be the product of the combination of innate gifts and acquired maintenance, and the slender limbs and graceful posture highlight the unique femininity of women, which can be called "beautiful" according to the standards of this continent. And after subconsciously spitting out two words, the girl's face immediately appeared with an almost unprecedented "surprised" expression. At this moment, Christopher did not have time to rejoice that she had "understood" a new expression, and at this moment, she seemed to have forgotten the threat from outside the house, and her eyes were staring directly at the person in front of her.

"Isn't it, you're a black ...... Shaman...... Your Excellency?"

The respectful voice he tried to make was irrepressible and continued his previous doubts. It's also natural to be confused. The question of why he suddenly appeared there was no longer the whole story, but what bothered Christopher even more was why the person in front of him ...... Is it a child?

"It can be said that it is not, it can also be said that it is not, so it is not in the end~" The old and deep voice before changed dramatically in a moment, and the voice that came into Christole's ears at this time was the immature laughter of young children who could not distinguish between men and women. Standing up from the bed, the Black Shaman wrapped his small body in a wide black hooded robe, revealing only a dull feeling that did not match his body, a sly raised pink lip, and the corners of his equally black boots. Step by step, but one step has already come to Christopher, "Why did the big sister come here, it shouldn't just be here to play with my 'pets', right?"

If it were Vina here, she would have gone crazy inside, right? Ralph's reckless man would have been tempted to do it, even if it was just a child...... It's Moore, this level of "knowingly asking" and "provoking" shouldn't make the slightest ripple in his face, which is still unchanged than himself, right?

Recalling her companion who had only been together for half a year but had already formed a deep friendship, Christopher blinked, and when she opened it again, there was not the slightest ripple in her spotless ice blue pupils, as if to show that she was not disturbed by the words of the deceitful young man.

“...... Aren't you supposed to have come for the purpose of my visit?"

But her voice was no longer so calm, and even the pauses between her sentences became strange.

――A sense of foreboding?

A painful feeling of incomprehensible reason gripped her body, and Christopher lowered her head, her unstained eyes met in unison, and beneath the boy's hood, her gaze fluttered upwards like a ghostly fire. The four eyes looked at each other, and in an instant, Christopher's body shook, and the originally clear vision suddenly darkened, followed by the dizziness of the whirlwind of the sky, everything in the four directions began to be shrouded in shadows, day turned into night, and night turned into day again, in a trance, everything in heaven and earth became two, and then overlapped, and in a trance, everything around seemed to have turned into an illusion that never existed.

The small room turned into a white light and drifted into the sky, along with the "plain" furnishings.

The monsters that had forced themselves here, the Monoculus Grass stopped moving, but lowered their buds like human skulls like children who had made a mistake.

――Seems cute?

Christopher suddenly had such a feeling. Only the next moment, her vision was suddenly covered by a warm darkness, and gradually, her consciousness sank, indulging in the warmth of the first embrace that a newborn baby had come into contact with—though the girl never remembered that she had ever had such an experience.

But it's just too warm. In the midst of such gentle warmth, Christopher suddenly remembered many vague and familiar things, but those things were too cold, so cold that people didn't want to be near them at all, and who wouldn't want to stay in this warm place than the cold?

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In the heart of the forest, which is deserted, is a "garden" where no life exists except for him and his "pets". At this moment, just as the girl's vision was obscured by the darkness, the wooden house that did not exist disappeared, leaving behind a lying tree, a polished tree trunk on one side, a wide untreated wooden stake, and a simple support-type alchemy platform that looked rather abrupt, and the terrifying Demon Eye Grass stopped plundering with its teeth and claws, and reinserted the roots that had previously served as "feet" into the earth, and there was no sign of "animals" on their bodies. The girl in a trance couldn't see the whole picture, and hundreds of magic eye grasses not only stopped moving, but also formed a neat queue round after circle, surrounding the two people who were quietly hugging the trunk of the tree in the center.

"It's pathetic, ahem...... Darkness, how can darkness be a warm thing?" came the voice of a man with a low and hoarse voice, and a woman with a delicate and tactful voice, difficult to identify his gender, and his skin, which was even thinner than Christopher, was as fair as a woman's, but the same color could be called "snow white" on Christopher, and on this person's body it could only be called "sickly", perhaps too slender, or even the influence of some dry limbs.

"Ahem......" The cough from time to time made his fragile body tremble, and he couldn't help but move a hand from the waist of the girl in his arms to his lips, and the sleeve slipped down, revealing the arm that was so thin that it looked mournful. The familiar black hooded robe covered his body, and the boots of the same color were still under his feet, but this time it looked more appropriate than before, and there was no slightly bloated feeling. Although his eyes were still in the dark embrace, more cheeks were exposed, and the place of the sickly white skin still remained between the bottom of the robe and the cuff of the boots, which was a side confirmation that although he looked a little sickly, his figure was long.

"Huh...... Ahem!ahem!" As if remembering something, the laughter filled with sarcasm and absurdity lasted only two seconds before turning into a groan of pain. One hand covered his mouth, trying his best to suppress the desperate cough, but his other hand did not move at all, half-concealed pressed on the girl in his arms as if carved from ice and snow, and Christopher's eyes seemed to be the cause of the girl's fall into a warm illusion.

If his voice was removed, there would still be a deathly silence around him.

"Whew...... Did you suffer retribution for saying something that violated your own existence?" The words were still so casual, and he took his palm away from his face, and with some difficulty, he gently lowered the girl in his arms from the position of reclining on his chest, and let the back of the girl's head rest on his thigh, which was uncomfortable no matter how much he thought. And throughout the process, the palm that covered the girl's closed eyes never moved away.

"Dolls. ”

Suddenly, he muttered such a word.

After a moment of silence, she stared at the girl's perfect body, and a little smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Slyly laughing.

"It's not a godsend, this kind of thing is not a godsend...... Rather, man's creation, man's creation...... Creator, God? Hahahaha...... Joke ......"

Muttering words of unknown meaning, the atmosphere around him gradually cooled with his trembling murmur.

Lance...... My friend...... Letter?"

The letter that Lance had handed to Christopher to deliver to the Black Shaman was now floating slowly from the bare ground and slowly swirling in front of him.

"Huh?"

The chaotic self-talk stopped, only for the eyes in the shadows inadvertently caught a glimpse of the "contents" on the letterhead under the hood. No one touched the letter, but it floated into the air as if it had come to life, and unloaded the envelope itself, revealing the sealed letter. Just like before, the moment the little boy met Christopher, the letter suddenly "jumped" from Christopher's arms to the boy's hand.

Magic, and only one of the simplest parts of the magic system.

He didn't do magic, and the letter was able to react that way through the effects of magic. The contradiction does not exist, it is not a whim prank by a magician who "happened to pass by", but a small trick unleashed on the letter by the person who sent it before that.

Possession magic, this type of magic, together with elemental magic, body enhancement magic, and blessing magic, constitute the four major systems of contemporary magic. The so-called enchantment magic is also simple to explain, that is, different magic and magical elements are attached to various objects to produce a variety of effects, and the most representative of them is the strange weapon enchantment magic.

"Uninteresting tricks. You're still so naïve, my friend. Well, got it. His words flowed again, and a simple enchantment like this didn't surprise him in the slightest. For this man, most magic is nothing more than "boring tricks", which naturally does not make him stop talking to himself like a madman. There is only one fact that can stop him, and that is the content of the letter.

-- This is a blank letter.

And he clearly knew the meaning of this blank space.

"My friend, have you finally made up your mind......" There was a little wavering in his voice for the first time, but after the wavering, it was difficult to hide the excitement, "It's wonderful...... It's so wonderful to be able to choose your favorite way to meet death!"

Driven by emotion, he stroked his free other hand over his cheek, however, a few drops of liquid remained along his dry arm, what seemed to be tears.

White, on this continent, this color represents not only origin and rebirth, but more, it is used for the end and death, and the achievement is the meaning of returning to the boundless silence.

Of course, white also means immaculate purity and return to the basics, so this blank letter has another meaning besides declaring Lance's will.

"Turn her back to her 'original' form, right? You're so gentle with her, even I'm a little envious. ”

Uttering words in a flat tone but with infinite charm, he, who is more appropriate to be called a man, deftly untied the slightly complicated garment of the girl in his arms, which was not complicated, but full of simple and elegant beauty, and exposed her snow-white body, which was enough to become a work of art, to the hot air in the middle of the forest more thoroughly.

And the man's other hand, still not leaving Christopher's eyes.

"Whew...... Scold. He took a deep breath, and then there was a snickering like looking down on the dust, a sneer that made his hair stand up and send chills down his spine.

"Naive. If you don't have a memory, you don't feel sad if it never happened, and you don't really think that this is the best outcome for her? This is hypocrisy! There is nothing more absurd than this! Regardless of what kind of hardships this child has gone through before, do you think of yourself as her 'father' when you don't know anything? Even so, how can there be such a stupid idea in the world that you can live happily ever after everything is cleared, and you can't be stupid anymore?! Okay, take 10,000 steps back, even if it's for her good. Then, how will your favoritism make the subordinates who have followed you for many years think of you?! What a naïve! Stupid! Extremely ignorant! A person like you does not deserve to be a leader!"

Like a rainstorm, like a frenzy, the words of venting are criticism, but also care. No one knows better than he what he calls Lance, the hypocrite, and no one understands better the reason for this wishful request.

"But that's you, my friend Lance. My friend, my friend, my only friend......"

Silence, the flood of emotions has receded, leaving only leisurely thoughts and repeated sorrows.

"Bet on my name as 'Black Shaman', no, the second pillar of the 'Six Priests', 'Calelence of Chaos and Lies', and I will surely bring this child back to his immaculate ...... Not...... Oh, haha, ah, yes, how could it be possible for her to fall into the tragic situation of losing all her memories, definitely, there must be something left. Let's say, the human heart?"

The words of generosity that were still full of enthusiasm in front of him suddenly turned into a low and depressed old voice that at first heard sincere but actually playful. At the same time as the voice changed sharply, the black shaman's originally straight body suddenly became stiff, and his already shriveled arm also turned yellow.

"Then, then, it's time for the old work. ”

A large number of black ** elements quickly converged from all directions, and the dim points of light that were pitch black and wrapped in an ominous aura even obscured the sky. The black shaman, who seemed to have changed into a person, sang in a low voice, and a huge magic array formed by the light that immediately rose from the surroundings.

At the moment when the magic array was formed, the hands that had never left Christopher's eyes were gently raised, as if to herald the arrival of the transformation.

"There is definitely more than one 'gift' that will flow smoothly to the chaos, so stay tuned, ahhh, this is really, worth looking forward to. ”

There is no such thing as immutability in the world, and if there is one at this moment, it may be the heart of the Black Shaman, the "Callelens of Chaos and Lies", who is forever longing for chaos and restlessness.