"Click!!" Deklaas snapped a branch and threw it at the campfire, glancing at the blazing flames and smiling at the corners of his mouth.

"Hmm~~~" At this time, the half-elf girl with blonde hair and golden eyes gradually woke up from her coma. She slowly opened her golden eyes, looked around in a daze, and then..."Ah~~~~!!!!!!!!!" she screamed.

At this time, she was sitting in Deklaas's arms, and all around her were the mutilated corpses of the elves. Even if she doesn't have a good education and the warmth of her family, she is just a four-year-old child, where have you ever seen such a terrifying scene??

Even if she were an adult half-elf, she would probably be scared to death, let alone now.

Deklaas glanced at the granddaughter slightly, and then went over to add dry branches to the bonfire to make it burn more vigorously, ignoring the child at all. Even if the child's screams caused an avalanche, he didn't care about it.

Soon, the child was tired, and she stopped screaming, gasping for air very weakly in Deklaas's arms. Instinct told her that the person who was holding her now, or the undead, was an extremely dangerous being. Compared to the elves who often abused her, this being was even more terrifying.

She wanted to leave this warm but dangerous embrace, but fear kept her from moving, not even if she gasped for breath a little louder.

"Can you talk??"

As the little girl fell into fear and fear, a question in the language of the moonlight elf reached her ears.

She looked up in astonishment, and looked at Deklaas's silvery-white cold eyes, which were full of fear and fear.

Seeing that Deklaas was looking at her, she had to shake her head slightly.

Seeing the little girl shaking her head, Deklaas's brows involuntarily furrowed slightly, so frightened that the little girl immediately held her head in her hands and closed her eyes tightly.

"I'm your grandfather, don't worry. ”

The imaginary beating did not come, but came with a soft voice. The little girl was a little puzzled, and her big watery golden eyes were also looking at Deklaas with doubt.

Originally, Deklaas didn't want to keep the little girl, but the scars on her body that he didn't know how many there were made him dispel this idea. In the final analysis, this child is also his granddaughter, his daughter's child, and he can't let anything he say.

So Deklaas intends to raise this child, this poor child. He knew that Messena and Lily would agree, because they were both very kind-hearted, otherwise, Deklaas would not have married them.

"You will be called Heather from now on, Heather Shelly Kódob. Got it??" Deklaas smiled slightly, and tapped his finger at Heather's little nose.

Immediately, Heather laughed happily. Although the corpses of the elves around her were terrible, and she was also a little frightened, but at this moment, she was the only one who had been abused by the elves, and she also had a name and her mother's surname, so it was impossible for her to be unhappy. Of course, this surname is not actually her mother's real surname...

"Honey, Daddy!!!, what's the matter with this kid??" In the evening, Deklaas went through a series of hardships and dangers to bring Heather back to the cabin. However, as soon as Milina saw the child, she immediately questioned Deklas with a sense of crisis.

Milina never imagined that Deklaas would return with a blonde with golden eyes, and at a glance she knew that she had the blood of the La Rondis family. The child's blonde hair and golden eyes made her and Rita, who didn't know the truth, think that Deklaas still had an elven lover or wife outside.

"That's... I raped an elf today, and then I had her... Do you believe it??" I don't know what kind of psychology it is, Deklaas shyly pointed to Heather, who was obviously four years old.

"Trick the undead!! this kid is obviously over four years old!!" Mirina and Rita cried out in unison.

"She's Merry's daughter, and you're both nieces. Deklaas thought for a moment before telling the truth. However, this truth, Milina and Rita couldn't believe it even more.

But Heather's child is clearly a half-elf, and Merry was captured by the elves. But Mei Li's body is only six years old, and she is still an undead, so there is no way to grow up. How can it be... Wait a minute...

"Could it be..."

"That's right. ”

While Milina and Rita were struggling, Lily, who was wearing a mask, picked up little Heather and looked at the scars on her body, very distressed. If it was her before, she might not care, but Lily at this time has emotions. So she couldn't see the scars on Heather's body.

"You mean we raised her??" From the scars, Lily could tell what Deklaas meant. Heather must not be snatched back by the elves again, otherwise, the fate that awaits Heather will only be a gloom.

"That's right. Deklaas nodded slightly.

During the night, Milina and Rita, two wounded people, rested in the room with a hot water bottle. Heather, along with Lily and Deklaas, will be at the fireplace.

"Deklaas, how is our granddaughter Shirley now?? Could it be..."Lily, who slept next to Deklaas, looked at Heather, who was sleeping soundly, and couldn't help but think of Milina's daughter Shirley.

"She???She is not like Heather!!Every day, the prince and his son regard her as a treasure, how can they be wronged. Deklaas burned the fireplace a little more vigorously before he spoke.

Shirley is doing much better than they are now, otherwise, would Milina not take her back to her?

"Now, Lily, how are the things packed?? I found a lot of ghost stones on those elves today, and I can build a life box tomorrow. Once the lifebox is complete, let's take Heather back to Colredis City. Liz and Mecina must have missed us. Deklaas slowly took Lily in his arms and said with a soft smile.

"Okay. I miss Liz too. Lily slowly closed her eyes in the warm arms of Deklaas, and nodded softly.

It's been more than a month since the two of them left Colleis, and it's really impossible not to think about Messena and Liz. Of the two of them, especially Lily, she really, really misses her children.