I often wonder if I should be there, and the events that have happened around me - I have experienced death several times, and I am often exhausted physically and mentally. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoI owe my survival to this day to instinct, and the result of my struggle to survive is often the death of someone else—I live and another person or many others die. Again and again.

Mentor Cruli told me that this was the life of an Assassin. He said that I should cherish this kind of good luck of brushing shoulders with death, and don't do useless mourning and memories. And when I finally stayed away from the people who raised me, taught me, betrayed me, loved me, and wanted to kill me, some people repeatedly forced me to remember.

They try to understand me through my descriptions of the past. I couldn't help but satisfy them, but what they understood me was only who they saw me.

At this moment, I am on my way to Aka-gun with my guide, Durag Recher. Since he ignored me along the way, I guess he had a lot of criticism for the trip, for me, or for both. Just when I thought we were going to be silent all the way to the end, he suddenly opened up the conversation.

"How could someone like you become an Assassin? ”

"Do you want to hear my story? That's not a good thing. I said.

He looked at me with a look of banter in his eyes.

"Just tell me about your bad luck, I'm bored. ”

Boredom?

Once upon a time, my unbearable misdeeds turned into after-dinner entertainment?

"Okay, I'll tell you how I became an Assassin. ”

I looked down and sneered twice. I think it won't be long before I can save a few meals for the guides around me. Because the rest of the story is bloody and rancid...... It's not nutritious, and the story will start when I was seven years old.

I was born in Destaing. Bordered to the north by the Crown Mountains, the city has a bumpy terrain and lacks large areas of flat land. Therefore, most of the houses are built along the undulating terrain. From a distance, the heavy eaves look like waves on the sea.

Looking through the surface of the city, you can hardly find any traces of the elves' long-term residence. But in fact, d'Estain and its neighbor Cambeth were both cities that humans had taken from the elves.

For the sake of gold and colonization, they spread rumors and slander, and wrote books to slander our people. In their mouths and in their writings, the elves are bloodthirsty, murderous creatures who take pleasure in human sacrifice. They did not hesitate to tear down the temple we had built, and then they installed their building on the foundation we had built.

They speak of our slavery as taming, and of our hard-earned freedom as their grace. And this grace can be taken away at any time.

I first heard about the dangers of the city from my parents. They taught me Elvish and told me I had to get out of here.

That day, we were ready to go. I heard from my father that he had opened the joints out of the city, and on the same day, he was taken away.

The people who took him politely said that they wanted to ask him something, but they didn't use flail or care, they just blocked the door of the house. Similar situations have occurred occasionally in the past. Father said he would come when he went, and he didn't keep his promise...... My mother and I waited until nightfall, but the only sound of the wind could be heard outside the lattice.

In the room, a flame the size of a bean was dancing on the lamp, and the mother opened her bag again by the light, and she took out the bags that had been sorted out many times, and then changed the way and put them in the bag again. I watched her do the same thing over and over again, and she gradually got tired.

"Mom, when will Daddy be back?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"Oh, I'll be back soon. ”

The mother's answer was almost the same as the previous ones.

"But I can't even open my eyes. ”

I was anxious, and I inadvertently spoke to my mother in a reproachful tone. This time, my mother finally stopped working. She walked around the table and walked over to me. After a while, her hand fell on my head, and her white hand gently combed my hair. The feeling of comfort and security soothed my anxiety.

"Are you worried that you won't be able to wait for Dad?" she asked.

"I'm afraid I'm going to fall asleep, but I want to wait for him. I looked up at my mother, and she had a doting smile on her face.

"It's okay, go sleep, Ekko. ”

"But, but I really want to wait for him. ”

"Well, you can go to sleep for a while, and when Daddy comes, I'll wake you up right away, and then we'll open the door to meet him together, okay?"

My mother's reassuring words and bouts of drowsiness made me nod my head. I climbed into the cot, and my mother found an overcoat to cover me. However, the nap was not unstable, and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep and start having nightmares. I dreamed that I was alone in the darkness, and all sorts of unrecognizable monsters were approaching me, and I ran so fast that the flat ground beneath my feet suddenly turned into cracked ice. I woke up screaming, and my mother saw the tears in my eyes and hurriedly sat down beside me?

"Are you having nightmares, kid?" she asked, rubbing my cheek.

"I dreamed that there were so many monsters chasing me, and you were not with me, and I ran and ran, and fell into the water...... Hasn't Dad come back yet?"

Mother shook her head.

"Will you sleep a little longer?" she asked.

I was tired, but the nightmare made me shudder, and I replied almost without thinking, "No, I'm afraid of having nightmares again......"

A sigh came from her mother's mouth.

"So be it!" she suddenly got up and took out the family heirloom elven sword from her bag, and then handed the sword in its sheath.

"Today, I put the North Star with you. ”

As soon as I saw the "treasure" engraved with the family crest, my eyes immediately froze. When I first saw the North Star a few years ago, I was fascinated by the beautifully carved and mirror-sharp sword. At that time, I was reprimanded by my parents for secretly lifting the sword out of its sheath for half an inch, and now, the sword is at my fingertips?

I stretched out my hand but didn't dare to actually touch the North Star, and the longing in my heart made me look up at my mother.

"Can I really do it? As you said, I'm not old enough to hold this sword. ”

"Hmm. Now, you're keeping it for Daddy, because Mommy has too many things to look after, but when Daddy comes back, you're going to have to give him Polaris back, and you're going to have to promise me that you can't just take the sword out of its scabbard, okay?"

"Yes, I promise. I nodded in agreement, and the long-awaited treasure finally arrived in my arms.

It's almost as tall as me. I rested it on my lap and rubbed the hilt of my sword embellished with blue topaz and the calyx shaped like a crane orchid, forgetting for a moment the nightmare I had had. My mother looked at me with a look of helplessness in her eyes, and at that moment, there was a knock at the door outside the house. The voice was as rough and loud as a shower, and I could hear the malice in it, and my mother turned away suddenly.