The long green ponytail arcs in the air, sparkling like a rainbow intertwined, and Faphnir shakes the rattle in his hand and dances in honor of the heroic epic among the white flowers.

Single-minded and engrossed, she seemed to have forgotten everything around her and threw herself into this beautiful dance.

Even though there was only one spectator, Ulysses, and even though there was no lively cheers and applause, she didn't care at all. She was so happy and so cute when she danced, that Ulysses was stunned unconsciously.

In his eyes, the reflection was the beautiful green elf, the princess dancing among the white flowers. When she dances, Faphnir looks so beautiful.

That kind of concentration, that sense of movement that expresses beauty, makes people feel that she was born for such beautiful dances.

When the dance was over and Valgonier put his hands on his chest and greeted Ulysses with a smile, he hadn't even returned from that wonderful world. It seems that as long as you blink an eye, you can see that unique dance again.

"Bang!" Although it was just a person's applause, it was not loud at all under the huge stone monument, but it was Ulysses' heartfelt praise. Without a doubt, it was the best performance he had ever seen in his life.

"You like it? Faphnir raised her hands high, and the seven-colored rattle sounded in the wind in her hand.

Today is really a very special day for her. She hadn't been so happy in a long, long time.

Sure enough, it makes sense to work hard to take over the task issued by the elders of the clan and come to this beautiful southern land. Originally, it was only her friend who suggested that she come here to relax, but now it seems that this decision is too correct.

"We've always been good friends, lovely Ulysses. Faphnir grabbed Ulysses' body again, then spun around.

For her, who is already close to adulthood, Ulysses is obviously really too small. The lifespan of their clan is not known to be many times longer than that of humans.

"Wow!" Ulysses was completely unable to fight back, and was completely embraced by Faphnir.

I have to say that Faphnir's strength is really great, even greater than Rasha, and she can't move when she catches her. And that grasp had speed, strength, and no way to avoid walls, I don't know how many times stronger than the black beast he encountered in that strange dream.

If it was Faphnir who met him in his dream at that time, he would definitely not be an opponent even if there was only one.

"Hahaha, it seems that I used the wrong force......" Finding Ulysses struggling desperately in his arms, Faphnir smiled embarrassedly, put him down, and sat with him under the huge stone tablet.

"Ulysses, the sun here is so beautiful, it's warm, it's different from my hometown. ”

"What does the sun look like in your hometown?" Ulysses was a little curious.

"The sun in my hometown isn't that big, and it's often not visible. Only when the door of the dream is opened, can everyone see the real sun. Normally, the sun we see is a big green ball of fire. Faphnir reminisced about the sun in her hometown, and for her, most of the time she saw the big green fireball in the sky.

Her hometown, everywhere she looks, is dark green, perhaps because there are too many emerald gems buried in the nests under the earth, and even the color of the fog is green.

As for why there are so many emerald gems there, it seems that one of the ancestors of the clan worked tirelessly to find green gems all over the world and use them to decorate his lair.

Happy times always seem to pass quickly, and while many of Valviniel's stories are a bit strange, Ulysses listens to them with relish. For him, it was a world he had never been exposed to.

However, the hobbies of the elders of the Favnier family are really strange. In contrast, Valviniel, who loves singing and dancing, is the most normal and good child.

"By the way, Faphnir, why did you come to this city?

"No, I'm on a mission from the elders of the clan next, to come here to meet a great hero. Valrinil replied very seriously.

"Great heroes?"

"Well, a hero who is proficient in all kinds of sword skills, has reached a certain peak in the field of swords, and is about to enter the realm of legends, is a very, very great person. Her sword can slash through the sky, tear the earth apart, and redivide the four elemental realms of earth, water, fire, and wind. It was evident that Faphnir admired the hero considerably.

So, in Ulysses's mind, a peerless hero wearing glittering magical armor and holding a brilliant dazzling holy sword appeared, and under one sword, the heavens and the earth were shattered.

..................

In the southern swamp area, in the dead place inhabited by countless dangerous monsters, someone in a purple slip dress that exposed most of her full chest and entire back was looking at the letter in her hand again.

"In the Land of Ancient Legends, the new guardian of our people awaits you, the great Succubus Princess. ”

"Well, the Land of Legends is related to dragons, and it must be here. The great succubus princess put the letter away, and looked up.

"Whew, whew!"

"Gah!"

"Roar!"

The legendary killers of the southern swamps, the nightmare of adventurers and mercenaries, the green-clawed dragons, known as the "swamp claws", are drooling as they look at the food in front of them.

Human food is very nutritious. Their underdeveloped cerebellum has already begun to think about how to break down this delicious meal after killing their prey.

"I remember there's an ancient dragon's lair around here, yes, it must be here. The succubus princess, who was seen as food by the green-clawed dragons, laughed, and reached out into the air where there was nothing.

"Summon, the ultimate of swords, the sword of mist. ”

A looming transparent sword appeared in her hand, and a hazy mist spread around the sword, silently blending with the mist of the swamp itself.

And the green-clawed dragons, who were fantasizing about eating the raw meat with the steam, quickly lost their way in the mist.

In the hazy mist, the desperate roars of the green-clawed dragons could be heard, but these screams soon weakened one after another, and finally never sounded again.

The silence of the Blackwater swamp has returned to its original tranquility.

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