In the distant homeland of the Saito Continent, the richest and most abundant place of origin magic power is the large demon forest in the north.

As a descendant of a noble person born and raised in the forest, Rosalena has been absolutely confident in her charm and strength since she was a child. While doing a routine "hunting game" with the servants, the childhood Rosalena got lost in the forest, and she was not yet fifty years old at the time, and according to the age of the demons, Rosalena was just a child, calmly maintained the composure of the nobles, no, more than composure, she simply enjoyed this unrestrained ziyou adventure.

"Haha. Rosalena laughed all the way, throwing a small fireball at the magic feather flying in the treetops, at that time, the appearance of the forest had changed, and now Rosalena always thought it was funny - why was she so stupid as a child, and did not realize where she had been. As if arranged by the hand of fate, Rosalena found a small castle in the forest, a steeple castle belonging to winter, pure white and covered with frost.

The leafless gray-white trees stood silently around the castle, as if in awe of it, and leaned towards the periphery, and Rosalena jumped over the old frost-bearing roots and entered the castle with great curiosity, expecting to find an interesting treasure. But in fact, she only found a girl in white sitting in a magic array.

"What are you doing here?" Rosalena unceremoniously stepped into the completely motionless magic circle, which was painted with an intricate snowflake pattern, which seemed to be a large-scale magic, but it didn't activate at all. The girl sat upright on her heels. Hanging his head, this posture is very serious.

"Oh! I'm asking you a question!" Rosalena didn't care if the girl was really preparing for magic. She walked up to the girl, bent down, and shouted at the top of the girl's head. The girl finally moved, her long aqua-blue hair hanging down her shoulders like a stream of water, and a pair of white velvet sheep's ears fluttered, and then she covered her mouth and yawned......

"Aren't you tired from sitting here and sleeping?" Rosalena immediately understood. Maybe you don't even think about it, but a child's intuition is sometimes very accurate, "I ask you, what are you doing here?"

The girl blinked her pale red eyes, tilted her head to the side, glanced at Rosalena, and then. Her gaze circled around Rosalena and moved to the door.

"Oh. The girl answered in a faint voice, and she stretched out her little white hand, which was slightly blue, and held the ground, and slowly stood up, and turned slowly. Seems to be planning to go to another room.

"Why are you leaving!" Rosalena stepped forward and hugged the girl from behind. The girl's skin was surprisingly cold, and Rosalena shivered, and suddenly had a feeling of "so funny". Rosalena is a descendant of the Flame Serpents, and the place where they live is surprisingly hot. It was as if the air would catch fire at any moment, and the novelty of the touch aroused Rosalina's interest at once. She immediately raised her hands, and red flames rose from her palms, and the flickering flames quickly ignited the girl's hair......

Recalling that past, the corners of Rosalina's mouth still can't help but curl, but when she thinks that the girl she met has been buried in a corner outside her hometown, the bitter and sour taste will seep out of her stomach, from her nose, from her eyes, and her lips will become dry. She often felt as if Ann Rieita was still there, and whenever she smiled and broke into a room like she did back then, she would see Ann Rieita sitting there nicely, honestly like a cute big doll.

Rosalena got up from the bed and walked to the side of the bed with her eyes confused and stunned like a marionette, and opened her arms.

The cold breath seemed to be still in her arms, and she stared at the air between her arms, smiling softly, imagining the girl with long aqua blue hair turning her head quietly, her wicked smile reflected in her pure light red eyes, and then—as she had done when we first met—spoke calmly.

"You're responsible. ”

"Okay! You be my wife!"

As long as she said that, it was as if she had gone back to the past, and she and her little "wife" were still just children, just having a dream that they had grown up. Whatever Anli said was gone, it was all a dream!

Why, this nasty dream continues?

The rabbit's hesitant voice came from the mirror where "Rosa ......" was thrown on the bed, and the dead rabbit, who had always been mouthy, became quieter at this time. Maureen squirmed her lips, but didn't make a sound. Rosalena stood motionless in a hugging position for a long time, and then, like a flamed candle that had been extinguished, she wilted silently.

......

Another charred ruin.

Devany and Xiulin are at the front, Asha and Ivan are in the middle, followed by Nael, and finally Carlo. All around, it was black again. This is another village, like the previous one, burned to the ground.

"It's too much...... Aisha muttered in a low voice, her face lowered. There is still smoke and dust in the village that has not dispersed, and it should be about the same time as the destruction of that village. The remnant sun was like blood, dyeing a poignant red light on this lonely black, and the lonely bird traveling far away took away the mournful tone of an elegy.

"Probably the same gang of 'robbers' did it. Devany sighed and turned to her companions, her eyes still filled with unrelieved sorrow.

"What are we going to do next? Where are we going next?"

"Let's go over there first. Xiulin waved her hand in the opposite direction to the sun. Xiulin didn't want to bother squeezing out a wry smile anymore, she said expressionlessly, "About a hundred kilometers to the east, it is a tributary of the Emerald River, so you can't live here...... This. ”

"Well, aren't we going to travel overnight?" said Aishana, looking up in a daze, her expression a little glazed as if she had not yet recovered from the shock of seeing yet another ruin.

Xiulin spread her hands, "There's no way." ”

Back in the car, before the sun had set, the desert travelers changed their route and headed east. There is no longer a leisurely mood to tell stories and see the scenery, and the smell of charred corpses seems to follow closely, always haunting them, like a ghost that refuses to dissipate.

Xiulin sat at the front of the camel cart instead of Daphne, and she lowered the curtain to block the wind, leaving her alone outside. She hadn't said a word since she left the village, and even her usual smile had been erased by the darkness.

The desert at sunset, soaked in the color of fire and blood, is frighteningly beautiful. Your support is my biggest motivation. m read. )

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