The world in which the Elemental Continent is located is extremely martial, and the people of this world can perform the Enlightenment Ritual at the age of six, through which humans have the ability to communicate with the Elementals, the elves who are everywhere in the world. The six elements of light, darkness, water, fire, earth, and wind are the basis of the legendary world, and enlightened humans can drive the elements to gain power far beyond those of unenlightened humans.

The power of the elements has been revered since ancient times as a blessing from the gods to mankind, and it enabled our ancestors to slay a piece of their own world among hundreds of millions of beasts in the chaotic and cruel wilderness......

“...... If we forget the glorious history forged with blood and engraved with flesh and blood, then human beings who are content with pleasure will be buried by the steel torrent of the times and fall to the bottom of the abyss forever!" On a sunny afternoon, in a small and rich village in the southeastern part of the Empire, a dirty, sparkling-eyed bard was preaching his theory of the human crisis in a low, warning voice, to a group of children whose average age was no more than ten years old, and who seemed to be unfriendly to him, whispering to him one by one.

"Are animals really that bad? We humans are so miserable!"

"Probably, after all, there weren't any Uncle Huck or them. ”

"Yes, yes, Uncle Huck caught that monster that used to steal chickens and eat in our village a few days ago, and it is said that it sold it for a good price in the city. "I know this, that monster was bought as a pet!"

"That is, what about pets, can they escape from their owners' palms? I think this strange old man is telling deceitful things. ”

The discussion was going on lively, and suddenly a crisp and immature voice sounded out out of place: "How can we change the end of mankind?" Clearly convinced of the strange old man's words and ignoring the evidence listed on his side, the children were startled, and looked at the "rebel" but immediately understood.

What was noticed was a little girl, eight or nine years old, delicate, with silky black hair scattered on her slender back, thin arms raised in front of her chest, and a look of anticipation with her hands clenched into fists at the moment. There was also a little boy who looked a few years younger than her, staring blankly at the bard, his little hands clasping the white skirt of the little girl's white dress adorned with a few pink flowers. "Kasia, you idiot, we humans have the Imperial Knights that Uncle Huck dreams of joining, and ten great mages who have destroyed the world with a wave of their hands and whose strength is unfathomable, hmph, what do you say can defeat them?" said one of the biggest-looking children disdainfully.

The little girl, named Kasia, had a faint silk strip over her eyes, and the milky white ribbon dug deep between her hair, forming a beautiful bow faintly visible at the back of her head.

Hearing this, Kasia twisted his little head towards the child, and said strangely: "Aren't they the seven Great Magisters?Oh, by the way, plus the new one the year before last, we only have eight Grand Magisters, aren't we?" The kid was choked up for a moment and was speechless, indeed, the ten Great Magisters in his mouth were the only sword saints, legendary swordsmen, and "elemental saints" on the continent for a hundred years eight years ago The man with the title, Saint Gersius, became seven, although the legendary swordsman himself also fell in that peerless battle that shook the galaxy, but in the end it was a miracle that he killed three eighth-order who were also at the top of the continent's martial arts.

Seeing that the boss was deflated, the other children shouted one after another, and they were very excited: "Kasia, you are just as weird as the strange old man...... Of course, the weirdo speaks to the weirdo...... Let's not be with the weirdos, or we'll be weirdos too!"

The little boy stared blankly as they ran away, and Kasia's eyes were covered, and his expression seemed to be expressionless.

The old bard, perceiving the subtle change in her, reached out and touched it in his bosom: "Why disobey your companions?"

Kasia turned her head again, and though she couldn't see it, she thought it was more polite: "I think...... They may be interested in saving humanity. The tone was a little hesitant.

"It doesn't sound like you're very popular. ”

"Hmm. The little girl nodded aggrievedly, and even though she didn't have a gaze, the bard still felt her gloom: "They all say I'm a blind weirdo, and maybe that's why they call you weird old man, I'm sorry." ”

"It's okay, I don't care. The bard stretched out his large, old and calloused hand and placed it on Kasia's head, and his voice was full of vicissitudes of love: "Actually, you just want to hold on to the righteousness in your heart." ”

"Justice in my heart?" Karsia was puzzled, but there was a faint glimmer of light.

"That's right, everyone has their own justice, whether it's His Majesty the Great Emperor or us who are small and ordinary. It's good that you're much more mature than kids your age, who already have their own justice and stick to it. ”

"But I don't have any good friends. Kasia hesitated and said.

"I know. The bard's other hand was finally taken out of his bosom, and he smiled slightly: "There is always some price to be paid for insisting on one's own righteousness, just like our ancestors, who insisted on the justice called 'survival', and after paying countless blood and lives, we have the future generations." ”

"If I persist, can I also do something for future generations?" the little girl was very excited when she heard this, and her two small fists were clenched nervously in front of her chest.

"Yes, but this road will be lonely and hard, so, are you willing to persevere?" the bard's tone grew serious, and the quaint white cross in his palm fell, swaying gently in front of Kasia.

"Yes, as long as I can do something for humanity!" said Kasia without hesitation. The bard nodded, and tied the cross around the fair, slender neck of the little girl.

"What is this?" said Kasia, fumbling for the cross.

"A greeting gift for you. The bard stood up, and his old but still majestic body was suddenly taller than the brother and sister standing on the green grass.

"But I haven't seen you yet. "The little girl was a little embarrassed.

"But I've already seen you, pretty and lovely little girl. The bard walked out of the shade of the tree with his luggage and disappeared from the boy's view along the road leading to the entrance of the village.

"What's your name?" asked Kasia. No one answered, and only after doing so three times did the little boy withdraw his gaze: "He has left." ”

"Are you gone?" said Cassia lamentedly, "before I could say thank you to him, I almost went astray and understood what I was going to hold onto." She held the cross as if talking to herself, even though she was facing the little boy.

"Hold on to what?" said the boy suddenly.

Kasia was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "True." ”

Kasia Dalton and Kamia Dalton are two siblings living in Lusa Village, both of whom were abandoned by their biological parents when they were still infants.

The days passed day by day in the gratitude of the elder sister and the ignorance of the younger brother, and today, the elder sister is eight years old, and she is beautiful and beautiful, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world. It's a pity that she is blind, and her eyes are eerily white, and even the bravest people in the village will chill when they look at her in the scorching sun. So even if she is very beautiful and cute, she is still disliked, the adults are better, they know to take care of the little girl's self-esteem, and they will not say something too ugly, children and some people who are not very good will not be so considerate of others, and when they meet her, they either detour with disgust or directly scold her and cry.

As for the stupid brother who is stunted, there is no need for you to worry, he has not cried once since he was born...... Of course, I didn't laugh once. He only followed his sister all day long, pulling at the hem of her skirt or dress all the time, as if this would make him a fool feel at ease so that he would not find his way home.

Despite being overtly and secretly disliked by the whole village, Kasia still has a good impression of the village, full of gratitude to the villagers who raised their siblings, and by extension, a great love for the whole of humanity.

As expected, her brother didn't respond to her again, Kasia sighed, walked out of the shade of the tree and felt the scorching sun on her back, and then walked with her brother to the martial arts training ground in the center of the village with a green bamboo. She was going to take her brother to listen to some theoretical things, which would be very helpful to them in the future after the enlightenment.

Kailing costs money, and it comes at a high price. Two young orphans, one blind and one stupid, it is already their luck to survive, don't expect the villagers to give them pocket money to make their lives better, from time to time to rub a meal is the limit, after all, these ordinary villagers are not easy, no one will squander their hard-earned money.

And they obviously can't do anything, so the Dalton siblings have always been penniless, so naturally they can't open their spirits.

There was a lot of shouting on the martial arts training ground, and people of all ages were sweating under the scorching sun. Whether it's a drowsy hot day or a rainy day, it's always a lively place in the village.