A few days later, Daniela and Vorstar came to a quiet town in the middle of Bazelar, bought a beautiful house and settled down, they were officially married in the Anglican Church, and nine months later, Daniela gave birth to a beautiful daughter.

"Her eyes look the same as yours. Holding her newborn daughter in her arms, Vorstar looked at his wife on the bed and said.

"Her lips look like yours. No, it's better looking than you. Daniela replied with a smile.

"I'll name you Pamela, and in the language of my hometown, Pamela means 'hope'. Worsda lifted her daughter and said.

Healing wounds is a long process, but in a peaceful life, time flies very quickly, until the two of them find that they have very little memory of the time at Bluegrass Manor.

Walstar has set up a sword fighting class and practices with many cute elementary school students every day, and Daniela is more lively and works as a liaison officer in the local residents' self-government.

The daughter grew up and inherited her mother's eyes, hair, and character, but with her father's lips and the astonishing agility of the northern elves.

When her daughter was 6 years old, Walstar took her to the backyard, pointed to a humanoid arrow target and said, "Look, there's a big bad guy there, what should we do?"

The daughter made a gesture of drawing a bow: "Shoot him!"

The northern elf patted her daughter on the head with relief, "Okay, then I'll teach you how to shoot him." ”

Vorstar has been walking in the Western Continent as a swordsmanship teacher, hiding his superb archery skills, because he is worried that archery will reveal his identity and bring unnecessary trouble to his travels. Now, he has instilled in his only daughter everything he has learned about bows and arrows in his life, and that knowledge is the essence of the thousands of years of experience of the northern elves who have studied this way.

In fact, as the first heir to the kingdom of the Northern Elves "Blue Bird", Walstar has knowledge and abilities beyond the imagination of the world, but since the dawn of the Second Age, the landless king who has left his homeland has buried everything about his homeland in his heart and does not tell anyone about it.

The days passed like water, and in a blink of an eye, the daughter was almost 16 years old, as lively and active as her mother was back then, and she had grown into a cute big girl. According to the folk custom of Bazeral, Daniela made a silver ring of hair from the silversmith and gave it to her daughter, who happily took the silver ring and put it around her neck, tied her wheat-colored hair into it, and turned it around proudly: "Father, mother, am I beautiful?"

"As beautiful as your mother. Worsda said with a smile.

"Yes, as beautiful as I was then...... Daniela said, looking down at her palm, which had become rough from the hard work of life, and turning her head to look at her husband, who was as young and handsome as when they first met, and suddenly felt an inexplicable sadness.

At night, in bed, Daniela asks her husband, "Do you still love me as much as you did back then?"

"Of course. Why do you ask?" Vorstar replied.

Daniela looked at the ceiling and said, "I suddenly remembered what my father said at that time, he said that one day, I will be very old, and then the life of love will also end. You're the Elves of the North, and the Elves are uninhibited tourists, and one day, you'll always leave me, right? ”

"No, Dani, I will love you until the end of each other's lives. This is a promise I made before your father, in the name of Sadi, the god of ice and snow. The Northern Elf replied without hesitation.

"That's good, that's good......" Daniela muttered.

The couple slept in their arms, and no one saw Pamela's incredulous expression as she listened outside the door.

The following year, Daniela fell ill. It was a serious illness for no apparent reason, and Daniela began to be swollen, ulcerated, and too weak to get out of bed, and Walstar called in the best doctor in the whole town, who tried everything to no avail.

"I'm sorry, sir. Outside the door of the ward, the doctor said to the northern elves in shame, "This symptom is not any disease I know of, and perhaps you should turn to the priest of the Anglican Church." ”

Without hesitation, Wolstad walked into the Anglican church and asked for a priest, who took only one look and asserted: "This is a curse, an evil curse." I'm sorry, but this curse comes from the depths of hell with the demon Avakai, which I cannot remove by my power, and I should say that even the presence of the Bishop himself cannot do anything. This is the will of the Lord God, I'm sorry. ”

Seeing off the priest, Vorstar forced a smile and shook Daniela's hand: "Dani, Mr. Priest said, it doesn't matter to you, just a little ritual and treatment, you can go horseback riding, dance, and fencing with me." ”

Daniela responded with a weak smile: "You're a terrible liar. …… Aren't you northern elves so bad at expressing your feelings? It's strange that you haven't cried or laughed once since we've met. There's one thing I have to tell you, and it's about my deprived name: Sutherland. ”

Daniela recounts the brutal fact that every female member of the Sutherland family is cursed with evil, and at some point in her life, the curse sets in, gradually swelling and festering and dying, and there is no medicine to treat it.

The only way to remove the curse is to transfer the curse to another woman during the Bishop's exorcism, and the only woman who can act as a curse recipient is a female member of the Mushroom Farm who has the crescent-shaped stigma of the main god Sira on her body. The Sutherland family's 100-year contract with the Mushroom Farm stipulates that every Sutherland woman will be rescued by a Mushroom Farm woman.

But Daniela didn't. She had been expelled from the Sutherland royal family, and the Centennial Pact had severed any connection to the Mushroom Farm.

"So be it, Wall, before I get old and ugly. Daniela said with a smile.

"No, no, no, no. The northern elf stood up and covered his head: "There must be another way." It's still too late, Dani, there must be something else. ”

Daniela sighed softly, "Perhaps, that's what Dad said, our end." ”

"No kidding!" Vorstar's gray eyes were entangled with mixed emotions, and he couldn't help but clench his fists, "I won't allow you to leave me like this!

Daniela closed her eyes and stopped talking.

Walstar stood in front of the bed, watching her silently, from dawn to dark.

When night fell, he turned and walked out of the bedroom, carrying his light sword with him and carrying his dusty bag.

"Mom, are you feeling better today? I've brought you the best yogurt, you must drink a little, it will increase your vitality!" At this time, the daughter came back from the sword class, called out her mother's name and opened the door.

The father and daughter met in front of the door, and after only one glance, the bottle in the daughter's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Listen, Pamela......," Walstar explained, putting down her bags.

"Don't say it, I know!" Pamela trembled so much that her wheat-colored hair rippled slightly, and she gritted her teeth and stared into her father's eyes with dark green eyes that rose from the mist, "I already knew that you were an elf. Elves never stop, and one day, you will leave your mother, leave us, and go somewhere else. Unexpectedly, when my mother was seriously ill...... Are you leaving at this time?"

The Northern Elf took a step back in shock, then crouched down and looked Pamela in the eye: "Listen, daughter, I won't leave Dani, and I won't leave you. But now I have to go out and find a cure for your mother in a place called Mushroom Farm, and even if the chances are slim, I have to try......"

Pamela covered her ears: "I don't listen! I don't listen! No matter what excuse you use, you just want to leave your mother! Your mother is sick and she doesn't look so good, you have to leave, you walk out of this door, don't come back! If you walk out of this door, you will no longer be my father!"

Walstar put his arm around her shoulders: "Pamela, listen to me......"

Pamela shook her body sharply, walked around her father to the living room, and stood in front of the fireplace, leaving her father with a thin back: "You go,...... Let's go. ”

Walstar stood up, hesitated, looked back for a long time, and finally packed his bags and pushed open the door.

“…… No, Daddy, don't go!" Pamela suddenly turned to her father's figure and shouted, tears dripping down her cheeks.

Walstar paused for a moment, then walked away with heavy footsteps, scabbard flashing by the door and disappearing into the twilight.

After that, Daniela spent more time in a coma than she was awake, and whenever she woke up, she would call Pamela and tell her stories from the past, stories that happened in the Blue Grass Manor, stories of golden tobacco, harvest celebrations, stories of young and handsome sword teachers.

Two months later, Daniela passed away with a calm expression. The Anglican Church buried the respected member of the Residents' Government in a public cemetery, and at the funeral, Pamela did not shed a single tear.

The love for her mother had gradually turned into hatred for her father in the space of two months, and this hatred had penetrated deep into her bones and hurt her skin, so that Pamela spent every night in nightmares, and when she woke up in the morning, she practiced archery like crazy, imagining every arrow target as her father's face.

Two months later, Pamela packed her bags and left the town where she had been born and raised for the first time, and began to roam the territory of Bazelar, and then, all the way north, into Saint-Bourne, in search of her father.

At this moment, Vorstar stood in the streets of the town, staring blankly at the closed door. Next to the door, which is adorned with dried flowers, there is a small stone tablet:

In memory of our beloved Daniela?w (September 12, 2247 - July 23, 2282), who gave us joy and protection, may her spirit rest in heaven. - Residents' Government Council, July 25, 2282.