The late autumn in the north has begun to show the grandeur of winter, and the autumn wind is fierce and fierce, blowing the dry branches outside the window to sway and make a whirring sound. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoEven though the wall fire inside the stone house was blazing, Arcanis could still feel the autumn breeze blowing through the crack in the door. In the autumn wind, there is not only the smell of withering everything, but also a hint of cold.

"Cold. Her shriveled lips quivered and made a small sound.

Sleeping humanoid dragons on the side, Kanisna woke up and skillfully hugged the old ranger. Her plump, soft body clung to Arcanis' cold body, trying to warm the oil-dried body again.

"Meow~. Melly made a feeble sound, and she jumped off Kanina's head, and the ground was covered with soft winter wolf skins, the work of the black dragon Kanisna.

The old cat's steps were no longer as nimble as before, and it moved its steps, crawling over one snow-white wolf skin after another, and lying in front of the fire. Arcanis stared blankly at her animal companion, the light of the fire blurring in her eyes, and she could only see a rough gray outline of Melly.

The young black dragon was sleepless, and she looked at the old face of the half-elf ranger. She used to have crystal green eyes, like emeralds, like dragons, but now the cloudy milky white filled the otherwise clear eyes. The smooth face is also saggy, full of deep wrinkles. She was older than yesterday, and the dragon concluded in frustration.

And all this has only been a dozen days, and she has changed from a vigorous ranger and a heroic warrior to an old woman who can hardly even walk. This is the most tragic fate of the Ash Executive, burning his life and dying of old age.

The dragon looked at her face again, still sad, and she sighed and hugged her tighter.

The Ranger still stared blankly at the fire, at the old cat, immersed in his own memories.

She saved the Northland and brought the Devil Lord back to her hometown with her own hands, and she is a hero. As an Ember Executive, she was ready to accept her fate, and she did not regret the tragic price. For her life was not wasted, nor was she idle, and she could proudly proclaim: I have devoted my whole life to the most magnificent cause in the world - the struggle for the eradication of evil.

She should be happy and have no regrets.

But she didn't, she was depressed, she was sad. The gods had already given her life, but she burned it in order to avenge her rival. The hatred itself was meaningless, and she had not only lost her youth but had missed him.

He, a golden elf.

At some point, the damn elf had already walked into her heart. She understood that her heart had long been exhausted by hatred, and that in the deepest part of her heart she longed for a stable and peaceful life, and she understood it too late. Anger drove her, and hatred clouded her mind.

But why him?

Arcanis told herself that she shouldn't be distressed about missing him. She hadn't thought about accepting a man or a calamity, and whoever it was, was better suited than him. He was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and her world and his world were parallel and never intersecting, except that the impermanence of fate caused the two parallel lines to occasionally intersect and eventually separate.

Even the black dragon who was holding herself - although she was stupid and stupid, she was ten thousand times better than the elf.

On top of that, he still has long ears and an elf, and the one she hates the most is elves.

Arcanis was born lowly, and his mother became a prostitute in order to cure Arcanis's broken leg, contracted syphilis, and died of festering and painful death, but before she died, her mother was still waiting for the elf that disappeared in the summer.

Arcanis hated elves from an early age, and this deep-seated hatred has accompanied the Ranger throughout his life, from being a street thief, to becoming the king of shadow thieves, to becoming a ranger, to Acanis's love of abandoning her to elope with others, and finally to her defeating her rival with her own hands.

"Damn elves. The old ranger scolded.

The black dragon Kanisna nodded in agreement. "Yes, the elves are damned. ”

Arcanis felt much better, and she asked the black dragon to bring her a glass of bright flower wine, at least she could drink a warm glass of bright flower wine, and in the last days of her life, the black dragon girl accompanied her.

The next day, the wind stopped, the window was yellow, and there was not a single leaf left on the trees of the forest. The senile Arcanis woke up from her dream, and she subconsciously turned her head to look out the window. Kanisna wasn't beside her, she didn't know what to do when she went out, and the old cat Melly curled up in her arms.

She kept staring out the window until she saw a vague figure, and a faint glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in her cloudy eyeballs. Her eyes turned to the thick wooden door, which opened. It was Kanisna, and her hair was silver like the Ranger. The glint of hope in her eyes vanished, and she looked out the window.

Kanisna walked up to her and slowly combed her white hair. Suddenly, Arcanis's old face showed a pained expression, and the grief and sorrow made her look older. The black dragon was so frightened that she threw away the wooden comb, and she thought that her actions had made the ranger suddenly miserable.

"Arcanis, are you alright? ”

Looking at the helpless Kanisna, the old ranger smiled wryly,

"It's fine. ”

"That, that..."

"You didn't do anything wrong, Kanisna. It's me, it's me. Arcanis lamented, "I'm a liar, and I've accidentally deceived myself again." ”

"Ha, what a lie. ”

Kanisna never knew what was going on in front of her, the old ranger who had raised herself.

"It's fine. You go out and get a stone, I've thought of my epitaph. ”

The black dragon froze in place, and it wasn't until Arcanis scolded her that she turned around and walked out. Kanisna must accept the fact that Arcanis will be gone, though she is unwilling.

Arcanis closed her eyes, and she decided to add a self-deception to her epitaph, because she was about to die of old age, and she did not face her heart honestly.

Obviously, she was still looking forward to someone's arrival, hoping that he could find this stone house in the vast forests of the Northland, and that she could see him push the door in before she died. But he still uses hatred to deceive himself and make himself feel better. For she knew that he could not come here, why should he find her, and even if he did, the vast expanse of the forest would make him lost.

Maybe he will find her eventually, maybe twenty years later, thirty years later, seventy years later. But it's more likely that until her tombstone falls, the elves won't be in the forest.

Arcarnes tore away the veil of lies, but the truth made her bitter even more, and she curled up, feeling like her aging entrails had twisted into a ball from the pain in her chest.

She wants to see him, it has nothing to do with love, nothing else, just wants to see him before she dies.

Even if he's a calamity, a damn elf.

On the third day, due to suffering and sorrow, Arcanis grew old rapidly, and her consciousness gradually blurred and she lost her memory. Staring at the window every day, I quietly lived my few lives.........

On the seventh day, when Kanisna sadly carried the dying Arcanis to her tomb to put her down, the old ranger said weakly, "Sure enough, he didn't come." ”

The voice was so faint, lower than the sound of a mosquito flapping its wings, that the grieving Kanisna didn't hear it.

Lying in the fresh tomb, Arcanis suddenly thought of her mother, and ironically, in the last days, they were all looking forward to an elf that would never appear.

"Just right, dear Kanisna. Sniffing the scent of fresh earth, Arcanis complimented, and she reached out and hugged Melly one last time.

She was so sleepy, she was overwhelmed by the darkness of this world, and it was time to get rid of it and sleep for good.

"I want to get some sleep. She said, closing her heavy eyelids. She heard a choked voice.

Thank you, Kanisna. She thought silently, and then faintly heard a distant singing, which was getting closer and closer. The light song washed her soul, making her forget all pain, all regrets, all hatred, and her heavy body gradually lightened.

The kingdom of the forest lady Mericay opened up to her, and the Ranger and the cat's heart stopped beating at the same time.