She didn't end up taking Louvier with her.

After saying goodbye to Femir, Lily returned to the cottage in the village that had been reserved for her. It's just a few dozen steps away from the wizard's lab, with Ingrid in charge of the exterior and Femir handcrafting the interior, simple and comfortable, with an air of familiarity. She simply packed her bags, took a few pieces of jerky, two boxes of potions, and a bag of coins that were almost useless, and left her former home again.

"Is that good?" Ariel asked her, her voice calm, no reproach or concern, "I thought you'd be more concerned about her feelings." ”

The Celestials approached her before she left, declaring that they wished to travel with her—presumably hearing about her mission from Fermir. Lily was sure that she was good enough to deal with the dangers of the trip, but she agreed to the other party's request.

"We're not going to travel." The mercenary recalls what the other party had said on her last trip to Louvier - maybe when everything is over and peace is restored on the mainland, they can really see the world side by side, "We believe that Femir can succeed, so there is no need to rush this moment." There's still a lot of time, you say? ”

Ariel shook her head slightly, looking at her with two points of pity in her eyes. Lily looked away, and the other party's voice was soft and pleasant, but the content did not make her very happy.

"We don't belong to this world." "So when we come here," said Ariel softly, "when we come here to fulfill our wishes, it is the moment to leave this history." ”

Lily didn't try to discern the truth of that statement, perhaps she was afraid to confirm the answer. She licked her lips and said in a somewhat uncertain tone, "If you say...... Our aspirations are lofty enough that we can't completely fulfill them in our lifetime, so we can ...... Will you stay here forever? ”

"Dreams will wake up." The Celestials didn't hesitate, "That's what Master Stark told me. I believe in him. ”

"In that case." The mercenary clenched her right fist and glared at Ariel's face, "What are you doing now?" ”

"In order to witness the philosophy of the adults, we have chosen the right path." Ariel looked calm, "Lord Stark is not dead. One day, I will walk with him again. ”

"That's right. What if ......" I don't know if it was anger or what, she had been reluctant to think about the question blurted out, "Is your 'Master Stark' wrong?" ”

"If I come to this judgment, I will advise you. And if he insists on going his way, I will try to stop it. The Celestial Clan raised his head slightly and looked at the night sky in the distance, "I don't want this to happen, but the Celestial Clan is not afraid to admit his mistakes." ”

Lily sighed inwardly. Ariel's attitude was too calm, which made her more aware of her weakness. Once upon a time, she also had a simple and pure goal, which she could easily work towards -

Let herself, and the "Lilianor Group" that belongs to her, become the "strongest" in the entire El Continent.

However, Lily knows that she has the status of a "god of the world", but she is far from the top power in the continent, let alone Bell, Ann, Grum, Elio, and Elena. As for the three members of the team who are more reliable, Lynn and Yuffie have traveled to another continent and don't know how long it will take to return; Alphonse, who had always been by her side, is still nowhere to be found.

Choosing to follow Fermier, for her, in addition to believing in the future in her dreams, may just ...... Just looking for a strong enough support.

In this way, her companion, Pfister Ikaroa, is nothing more than a hot-blooded young man. But only thirty years later, as the leader of the "Brigade", he became a legend famous in the mainland. Is there a reason she doesn't know, or is it ...... Is it simply her own inadequacy?

Probably both, Lily thought to herself.

"That's why we don't like to talk to you." The mercenary quickened her pace, then simply trotted up, "Feel-good guy." ”

……

Unlike the original history, if they succeeded in changing the world, what would future generations say about Fermier and her? What happens if it fails?

Lily had thought about this question more than once, but she could never come up with a definite answer.

As for the current attitude towards her, the mercenary can't say whether she likes it or not. After explaining their identities to the guards stationed at the fortress, she and Ariel were respectfully invited into the volcanic castle and walked down the wide, solid bluestone corridor to the royal court.

Even two hundred years ago, this historic fortress still shows the traces of time. She remembered that the volcanic fort had been built nearly 2,000 years ago—before the Kamals had set foot in the southern plains, and most of the continent was still under the control of the Elna, with the rest belonging to the Berons. Dragons still appear in the mortal world from time to time, and even the construction of this Beron fortress has been built with the help of dragons and Elna.

As for the dragon, the two tribes gradually became bitter, and the Fritz army swept across the continent, causing the Elna to retreat into the deep forests, the Beronites to settle in the mountains, and the Kamal to rise...... It's all things that predate her birth, but still happen after that.

The walls on both sides are made of sturdy bricks, each weighing several tons, and are fired using the unique techniques of the Beron people. Lily narrowed her eyes and saw that many of the green bricks had names carved into them, most of them from Beron, some of them clearly belonging to other races. She found Morgan Steelaxe, the Beron general of the First Ai-Be War, and their hero to this day. The war, which lasted for more than 20 years, took place nearly a thousand years ago, and the handwriting on the masonry is still legible.

She continued to stride, looking around. The treacherous terrain and unusually strong fortresses allowed the Beronites to survive most of the wars. However, the growing tension in the outside world is still indirectly reflected in the fact that travelers and merchants no longer come, there are no more vendors selling handicrafts on the sides of the promenade, and blacksmiths making weapons and armor are clanging. The inhabitants of the fort opened their doors and watched as they passed through the line of sight, accompanied by the guards. Lily turned her head to look and saw only tense faces.

No one spoke, not only welcomed, questioned, or name-cold. The mercenaries understood that they were as afraid of themselves as they were of Fermir Stark.

Today, the deeds they have done and the power they have have have long been known by the entire continent. The precipitous mountains could hold back the army, but they could not stop the "gods of the world...... with hordes of dragons.

She knew that there were only four dragons left that truly obeyed the orders of the black-robed wizard. Tiana Marr returns the Black Dragon Kraken to eternal sleep; Mantur Stark falls into hell with the red dragon Elania; In the Battle of Griffon Castle more than ten days ago, the Wizarding Federation also killed the blue dragon Sandorkarn at the cost of the death of three high-ranking wizards. Since that fierce battle, the "invasion" of the dragons has subsided, and the federation has stopped taking the initiative, obviously distressed by their own losses.

But they are still a sufficient threat. Four dragons may not be enough to capture the volcanic fort, but they can easily inflict heavy losses on the defenders; The people of Beron are brave and warlike, but the innate instinct of all intelligent beings is to fear death.

The road came to an end in the blink of an eye. The two red bronze doors stood tall above the sky, and at this time they were only half-open, leaving a gap of about three meters for them to pass through. Passing through the heavy bronze gate, there is a magnificent and wide court of Belon that can accommodate several giant dragons. The interior of the palace is made of marble, the floor is black with starspots, the walls are white markings, and the pillars of the three people are light brown, occasionally embellished with obsidian carvings. Belon guards with halberds stood on either side, their helmets obscuring their faces and expressions, like two rows of stone sculptures.

Lily walked to the end of the hall with her head held high, and Ariel followed her without saying a word. Grant Rockfire rose from his throne and looked down at the two of them condescendingly, his expression serious. He was dressed in a thick and valuable brocade robe, and his figure was a little stronger than Bell's. The long reddish-brown hair was braided in three strands and hung down to his chest, like an upside-down flame.

"Demigods of the North, September." The king of the Peronites had apparently heard of her, and said, "Tell me what you are here for." Hopefully that won't disappoint me. ”

Despite the good concealment, with the gift given by her "father", Lily could easily detect his doubts and anxiety - he was also afraid. The mercenary raised the corners of her mouth slightly in mockery, and tilted her head to meet the gaze of the Beron.

She vaguely remembered that Grant was historically known as the 'King of Retreat' for the war. Fearing the threat of the Elna, he moved the royal capital of the Beronites from Volcanic Castle to Deep Rock City; Soon after, he tried to abandon the city again, but was deposed from the throne by the disgruntled citizens and guards, and replaced by his younger brother.

Fortunately, this time, thanks to her and Fermir's blessings, "history" may not happen again.

"We have come with the will of Femir Stark, Lord of the White Tower, ruler of dragons, and master of death." Lily raised an eyebrow, "He appreciates your character and strength, so he sent us here to give you a gift?" ”

Durant swallowed, as if he couldn't grasp the true meaning of her words. "Belon people don't like polite words. Tell me what you have planned and what you can give us. He pretended to be tough, but unfortunately it was clear to Lily, "I don't accept promises without guarantees. As far as I can see, your so-called 'Master of Death' is not far from death-"

"Stupid." Lily scoffed. She turned her gaze to see Ariel standing quietly beside her, unconcerned about their conversation, "It's a waste of tongue to talk to you. Lonely and unheard, I'm afraid you don't know that Fermier is already immortal? ”

Grant clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes, but didn't say a word. Without waiting for the other to think about it, Lily stepped close to the throne, took the thing that Femir had given her in the palm of her hand, and handed it to the Beronians.

"This is a potion made by Femir. Drink it, and you will be like him, and you will be free from the threat of death. She watched Grant pick up the vial suspiciously, then turned around and walked straight out of the long hall, "Of course, if you are willing to give it to others, you will do as you please?" ”

Having said that, the last moment they met their eyes, Lily had already confirmed Grant's choice. He will drink it, gain eternal life, and become a 'steadfast ally' of Fermir.

She told herself silently, leaving the Volcano Castle behind.

For the next three days, Lily crossed the Iron Ridge Mountains and headed south along Griffin Avenue. This trade route connects the kingdom of Elders, the Oron Empire, and Mellon, currently the largest kingdom of the Perons. It has always been prosperous, but now there are few pedestrians, and there are almost no carriages or caravans.

The further south you go, the more dilapidated the sides of the road become. Unwilling to confront Maar or the Wizarding Confederation any longer, the dragons vented their anger on sufficiently visible people and buildings. The farmland melted into scorched earth, the manor house was reduced to rubble, and the inns and shops were empty. Lily saw a rabbit scurrying past her eyes, and two wizened wild dogs gasping for chase, and she couldn't guess who would win, but she didn't care.

They travel during the day and at night find a nearby wasteland to rest. Food didn't matter to the two of them, but Lily dug through the rubble to find the ingredients, built a campfire, and simmered a pot of soup with barely intact kitchen utensils. She remembered one day in the Ghost Forest, where Alphonse was concentrating on making magic props while she prepared everyone's lunch. She closed her eyes and tried to recall the appearance of the organiser, but she could only sketch a blurry face.

The mercenary sighed, took a bowl of soup full of mushrooms and vegetables, and put spoonfuls into her mouth.

"Stupid Al, if you're late, we'll ...... Don't wait for you. ”

No one responded to her, as expected.