(Alfonse Arc)

The Kingdom of Fanluntieno, 123 of the Alchemy Calendar......

As we all know, today is the annual festive "Harvest Day" in the City of Time.

The residents in particular, who are aware of it and are eagerly looking forward to it.

It is said that it was Snow's goddess Nova who witnessed the efforts and sweat of the people of Shidu for a long time. So the capital brought the grace of heaven and blessed the people with a loving heart.

The above is one of the legends that is widely spread in Woommbele.

Since the founding of the capital, the people of Woommbelle have always believed in this legendary goddess, and sometimes they have been established in a land of ice and snow.

In this land of ice and snow, it will be difficult to survive if you grow normal crops.

So a great harvest is a strange gem for them.

Since the discovery of new hardy crops and their introduction in large quantities, this ancient city has begun to flourish on top of snow and ice, and the fruits have arrived at the harvest time of the year.

The long-term residents of this area have witnessed this difficult history.

Therefore, they attach great importance to the arrival and celebration of harvest season, which is no less than the joy of the new year.

Boys and girls who came to visit here to coincide with the "Ruixue Harvest Year" celebration held to celebrate the harvest -

Alphonse and Priscia, like the others, were in the same lively atmosphere.

Prissia Prisia, an aristocratic girl who has never been allowed to go far because of strict family rules, is an eye-opener this time.

"Huh? How is it that this fruit, which is as red as fire, has not been seen in the royal capital? Hmm—it tastes a little sweet and a little sour......"

"Hey, Alphons, that guy is dressed strangely, look at that uncle, his bloated outfit looks like a bun dyed with blue paint!"

"Hey, that thing ......"

Alphons, who was also amazed at the new thing, was not at all as excited as Priscia, so he could only laugh on the sidelines.

The beauty of travel lies in the ability to taste new things in various places, meet different people, and gain unique and valuable experiences from them.

When Priscia was a child, she had read the travel diaries written by other travelers, read their experiences and experiences, and fantasized that one day, she would go out with her family to visit the kingdom.

Later, she learned that such fantasies were not realistic, and could only be dreams after all. Still, this fantasy has been buried in the deepest part of my heart like a young seed waiting to sprout.

It wasn't until the moment he sneaked out the door from under the noses of his elders that it really sprouted and really realized.

Priscia was striding down the street, happily telling her companion about her inner joy and her yearning for travel.

Alphonse thought the same thing about what the girl said.

Alphonse is a young man who was found and raised by the Holy Dragon Desfield in the snowfield, and before that, he had lived in the Ice Palace in the snowfield, accompanying the Holy Dragon.

Desfield first fell in love with the abandoned baby in the snow, and then doted on him as he grew.

She had thought about raising Alphonse to be a hero for a generation.

He took on human form and single-handedly taught him much knowledge, including what is known to Kingdom scholars today.

Even the secrets that no one has ever understood.

Alphonse's outstanding leadership skills in the future, as well as the extremely rich and varied tactics and strategies applied to the kingdom's war of resistance, were also taught by Desfield.

Unfortunately, Alphonse was terrible at swordsmanship.

It can be said that his extraordinary talent for swordsmanship is very different from the dull posture of the sword in his hand.

Desfield had tried everything she knew, but Alphonse had been like a boulder, making no progress.

In the end, she decided to let Alphonse step out of the Bliza Snow Field and go to the kingdom continent to practice, and at the same time asked him to practice swordsmanship on his own.

Desfield was so uneasy that after thinking about it, she finally carved the emblem "Glory of the Far North" for him.

Although she didn't know if Alphonse would be able to truly wield the full power of this strongest mark.

Although such an arduous journey is indeed cruel for a young man whose swordsmanship and mind are not yet mature.

However, if one wants to do something in this troubled world.

Even though it will be a thorny road, it must be walked with your feet on the ground.

Without such suffering, even gold will not be able to shine.

In fact, Alphonse was kicked out by Desfield. Before going out, Alphonse had fallen to her knees crying and holding her legs, and she would not want to leave, so she had no choice but to drive him out and not allow him to step into the Ice Palace.

This is why Alphonse once said to Priscia, full of grief, "There will be no going back".

Today, the grandest day in the capital, and arguably the largest celebration in the kingdom's continent, Alphonse saw for the first time the vast world outside the Bliza Snowfield, all kinds of new things, and all kinds of people.

Let him experience what real travel is for the first time, and let him temporarily forget the pain of "leaving home" and let go of the pain of "homesickness".

The bustling streets are filled with magic crystal ornaments that flicker with this colorful light, as well as delicate sparkling lamps and candles all over the front of the opening shops.

In a square, a group of people danced a festive dance around a large bonfire.

The shadow of the leap was reflected on the ground, shining in the night space, crazy and happy with the flickering firelight.

Warmly invited by some of them, of course teenagers and girls joined in. Priscia takes Alphonse's hand and becomes a pair of dancers.

Priscia, who was fascinated by such a happy scene, even pulled Alphonse out of the original queue and danced a noble royal dance with him.

The plain feather coat flutters in the wind, matching the fire.

The two ushered in warm applause among the crowd.

The girl with light and fluent steps and the cute boy with clumsy movements became the topic of the feast of dancing in the square for a while.

Alphonse thought to himself, Priscia, who was a nobleman. Among this group of ordinary people, it was really fun.

Since three things were confirmed, Priscia had a good time and had peace of mind.

First, she noticed that the Black Knight, Ray, who had been guarding her all along, was watching over her from a high place not far away.

Second, she did experience the joy of travel and understood its true meaning. These experiences and experiences cannot be taken from the words in the book.

Moreover, she was convinced that she had proved with her own eyes that the splendor of the kingdom that existed in Van Lentino was not a fake. Alphonse must have been over-minded this time.

Yes, that's right, the situation in Shidu can be said to be the grandest in the continent tonight.

This last night, the last night of the kingdom's prosperous Woombelle, will be remembered in the annals of history.

Such a glorious moment, although the next second will usher in the opening of the door of destruction, has also been recorded by historians in a calm and objective description of history.

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Alphonse, who was dancing with the people, heard a strange scream in the middle of the play, but was soon drowned out by the other people's singing.

It was only at that moment that a civilian, like a headless fly, staggered close to the center and threw himself into the huge fire that was burning vigorously in front of him.

That's right - the man doesn't have a head;

To be precise, he had lost his head, and even the artery in his neck that had just been severed was still spurting blood.

But despite this, his stump body walked as if nothing had happened, until he stepped into the fire, causing the group to cry out in surprise.

Everywhere this headless man walked, every step was imprinted with crooked footprints stained with blood.

These footprints and the ashes swaying in the firelight were the last vestiges of his existence.

"This ...... What the hell is going on? ”

Prissia had been happy and at ease a moment before, but she was deeply stimulated by this bloody scene and was stunned.

Just as he was about to wake up the stunned Priscia, Alphonse noticed that someone was tapping him on the shoulder.

As soon as he turned his head, he found that it was the uncle who warmly invited him to join the dance column just now, so he kindly reminded in a silent voice: "Be careful! There are ...... here."

Unexpectedly, before Alphonse finished speaking, the mutated uncle opened his bloody mouth full of sharp fangs.

This uncle's body suddenly became strong and huge, and even rivaled the size of a bear-like monster;

The clothes were torn, and the exposed limbs were dark and more than half covered with a mane.

He pounced on Alphonse with the brute force of a beast, and moved the muscles around his mouth with excitement, baring his bloodstained fangs, ready to feast on his prey. This shocking change made the boy struggle desperately, but he was still forced to move.

Alphonse, who had given up his senseless struggle and was ready to die, was suddenly startled by the screams of the monsters.

When he opened his eyes tremblingly, blood flowers bloomed in front of his eyes, and dark red blood droplets splashed onto his face and even in his pupils.

The monster, which wanted to devour its companion, was hit on the head by Priscia from afar with a sharp arrow that was highly condensed with the magic element of the wind.

Suddenly lost the ability to move, and at the same time lost his life.

Priscia stepped forward and helped the frightened Alphonse up, "Hey, are you alright?" ”

At the same time, the magic breath is strong. As if in response to the orders of some master, many shadows of magic wings flew in the night sky.

From above, there was an eerie chirp and the flapping of wings with force;

From afar, the smell of blood that had spread to this place rushed to the nostrils.

Priscia was also aware of the monsters that were constantly surrounding, as well as ...... Humans who have already produced signs of mutation.

They can no longer be classified as "human", and it is not an exaggeration to conclude that they are a walking corpse.

Hidden in the dark corners, the thieves and assassins laughed uncontrollably, using evil magic to manipulate the dead crowd and attack the two young men.

They are besieged by monsters and enemies. The treasures they coveted also fell into the palm of their hands, and there was no escape.

How do you get out? Priscia looked around, thinking.

She caught a glimpse of Alphonse's determined eyes, and he seemed to understand the deeper meaning behind the shock.

"Priscia...... It's dangerous here. ”

"I know, but ...... Anyway, follow me first. ”

Priscia first condensed her magic and unleashed a huge but invisible wall of wind to hinder the mutant demons approaching from the front.

She then dragged Alphonse and fled into an empty alley, dodging the monster's wandering tracks, all the way to a dilapidated grain warehouse.

Leaned out of half of his head and looked out of the broken window, the group of people, the group of people whose hearts had been completely infected by demonic nature, fighting and gnawing each other, flesh and blood flying, miserable.

Priscia, who had just entered the warehouse, tried to rush out of the warehouse several times in an attempt to prevent this terrible situation from happening, but Alphonse tried his best to stop her.

Priscia wondered if the Royal Knights had not moved in the midst of the total riot.

"That ......," Alfonse gasped, still recovering from the fatigue of running, "I'm sorry, I lied to you in the first place...... Now at this critical juncture...... I have to talk to you...... Details about the Northern Thieves and other Assassins who have only recently appeared. ”

Priscia took the soft leather kettle from her waist, shook it for a while, and handed it to Alphonse, "Okay, okay, I'll listen, you speak slowly." ”

After taking a drink, wiping his mouth contentedly, and taking a deep breath, he explained: "When I saw the scene of the people's mutation just now, I understood that those people had already been killed by thieves before the mutation. Not only that, but they are also manipulated by illusions by hidden necromancers with the intention of attacking us. ”

That is to say...... Everything we saw tonight, including the big events like street parades, celebrations and dance parties, was ......"

At this point Priscia choked up, no doubt this is quite ironic.

"Yes, that's just an illusion of the necromancer's puppet." Alphonse couldn't bear to hit the girl again, and she had always believed in the prosperity and stability of the kingdom, and she was already so sad that she couldn't stop crying.

"How...... How so...... So, what about the Royal Knights? Why don't you stop it at this time? ”

"You...... See a sign of a living knight? I guess not. Even if you see it, it's already a zombie. Presumably, they have all been reduced to puppets of necromancers. ”

A moment ago, Alphonse was running when he occasionally spotted a few royal knights, who were hiding in the depths of an alley, gnawing on their companions with blue eyes.

"Actually, even the Knights...... Completely extinguished. ”

Alphonse patted her trembling shoulder, comforting.

"And the goal of the thieves and assassins, I think you can guess it. That's right, their target is the golden dagger in my hand.

In fact, this short sword is the prototype of the Ice Sword "Danritel". But it's a pity that now I ...... It is impossible to summon the Ice Sword, let alone control it. ”

Priscia fell silent.

"It can be said that the thieves and assassins have done so much for the purpose of me and the holy sword in my hand. Is it the culprit who has plunged Shidu into a state of destruction...... It's me. ”

Alphonse laughed at himself and felt guilty, and at the same time prepared for the worst in his mind.

"Priscia, now I'll give you the Holy Sword first, and then I'll go out as bait to lure them away. Take advantage of that time to escape from Woommbeller as soon as possible. ”

Hearing this, she stared at Alfonse for a moment, and then angrily waved it down and slapped him hotly.

Alphonse was startled by her sudden move.

"Stupid, who wants you to stay here alone! At the very least, we must escape from this monster-conquered city together! ”

"But in this case...... Impossible, the chances of two people surviving together are very slim! ”

"You...... Want to break my promise now for no reason! I said, as a companion, I will protect you! ”

"But ......"

"You...... Didn't you say that the Holy Dragon Daisfil raised you? Would she be happy if she knew that you were so cowardly that you were going to give up your life? ”

Although the girl still doesn't believe in the existence of the Holy Dragon. But at this critical juncture, no matter what kind of words he said, as long as he could cheer up Alphonse and not give up on himself, it didn't matter.

Alphonse seemed to remember something, and suddenly realized, and muttered to himself, "Yes, I must go back to her." ”

Priscia hugged Alphonse's shoulders and sobbed sadly, "So, don't say anything as cruel as 'escape alone'...... We're companions who have been on the journey together, so let's run away together. ”

The saddest thing is Prissia whose first day of their journey and tonight's fun have come to naught, along with the belief that they had always held on to an "undefeated and stable and prosperous kingdom".

So Alphonse no longer had too many pessimistic words, he just silently, doing his best, comforting the girl who was crying in his arms.

-

Almost every corner of the street has been stained red with mottled blood.

The flames of evil spread to Womminbele, and the bloodied corpses were everywhere. The souls of the people of Shidu were also trampled on this street soaked in the breath of Hades.

Overnight, blood spilled over the dead capital, and mutated humans showed their demonic nature, turning into hungry ghosts, competing for prey and fighting each other.

"Be careful not to go near the corpses, which can be manipulated as puppets by necromancers, even though they are dead and have no signs of life."

As she and Priscia scurried down the main street of the deserted city, Alphonse was vigilant about his companions.

"The necromancers...... How can there be such an ability! But we can't see them anywhere. ”

They are villains who hide in the shadows, and they only need to be in the shadows and use dark magic to control the dead, so they don't have to show up as a living target for the enemy.

"Where are we going now? It seems that the main gate of Shidu City is not in this direction. ”

He asked breathlessly. Priscia walked as fast as the wind, and if it weren't for her hand, Alphonse wouldn't have been able to keep up with her.

"At this time, the front entrance must be full of monsters. Therefore we will meet my retinue through another gate and flee together. Alas, after contacting Lei for so long, why haven't you seen him show up yet? ”

"No, he seems to be right in front of ......"

"What?"

Priscia looked ahead again, and did spot the black figure as a burly bird of prey.

It seemed that he was standing in front of a pile of monsters that were pouring in, not moving, and the sharp sword in his hand was stained with undried blood.

"Ray!"

Priscia, who met her entourage, was excited to break free from Alphonse's hand and join her companion in front of her.

"Be careful!"

Alphonse, who noticed that something was wrong with Ray's posture, warned Priscia almost like a shout.

Ray, his body trembled, and his posture suddenly became extremely distorted.

It's like using a filament rope to lift the joints and be manipulated.

He turned his head stiffly, and met Priscia with bloodshot eyes.

Her entourage was covered in mottled blood and dozens of broken bite marks that were close to the edge of festering.

"Thunder...... You, what's wrong? ”

His throat, which had long been cut by a sharp blade, let out a cry that was almost hoarse, and he could not answer. To be more precise, Ray has long since died in the fight against zombies, and is now reduced to a puppet controlled by necromancers.

Before the moment the thunder pounced, Priscia was jerked into the alley by Alphonse and fell to the ground.

Alphonse himself was clutched by Thunder's throat.

He used all his brute force to kill Alphonse.

Alphons, who was pinched, groped around his waist, drew his short sword, and slashed off one of the hands that was holding him with all his might.

Given a good chance, he then kicked Ray in the chest and kicked him away.

After Alphonse broke free from Ray's restraints, he trembled and held his blood-stained dagger to protect himself, his breathing fluctuated greatly, and he stared at the Black Knight Thunder, who had mutated beyond recognition.

"—The holy sword 'Danritel' has finally appeared."

A sinister male voice came from high in the sky. Immediately afterward, an Assassin in exotic costume leapt from the roof of a building.

This murderous brown-haired young man had a dagger between each of his fingers.

"Hand over the things in your hands, I can consider letting you go and let you escape from this zombie city."

Alphonse held his short sword and refused to let go, but instead held it tighter.

It was clear that the Assassin was the leader of the necromancers who controlled the dead, and had a clear intent on plundering the dagger in Alphonse's hand.

"Kid, I'll count three, three-"

A sharp dagger flew out of the Assassin's hand, stabbing him in the knee. Alphonse lost his center of gravity and knelt down.

"The next one will be aimed at your heart, if you don't hand over the holy sword!"

Alphonse endured the severe pain, but remained indifferent, his eyes reflecting a resoluteness that was very different from his usual cowardice.

The Assassin threw the dagger a second time, but this time it was swifter and more ferocious.

Alphonse concentrated, staring at the oncoming weapon, and saw the time to swing his short sword and split the dagger.

I didn't expect the dagger to be extremely sharp, just a swing.

And it was the swing of Alphons, a young man who was not very powerful, that could split the hard metal dagger in half.

Although barely succeeded in intercepting the attack of this dagger.

However, his left shoulder was stabbed by another dagger that came one after another.

"I didn't say I just threw a dagger the second time." The necromancer laughed teasingly.

Alphonse didn't bother to cover the wounds gushing with blood, and his short sword clenched in both hands, pointing directly at the enemy.

Faced with a wounded but still stubborn teenager, the necromancer's laughter faded from low to harsh and sinister. He played with the few daggers he had left, taking pleasure in fiddling with life.

"This is your last chance! One ......"

Before he could finish the final "one", he was shocked to find that the wind around him was gathering rapidly, forming a storm, blowing up the zombies wandering on the street, along with all the scattered things, circling around a few times, and finally throwing them into all corners in the distance.

This magic that is powerful enough to control a hurricane comes from Prissia who walks out of the alley.

A moment ago, the brown-haired necromancer used dark magic to change the weight of everything within a one-meter radius centered on himself—

This effect of course includes the Necromancer himself.

Cursed by the power of darkness, infused with the breath of evil, it ignores the strength of strong winds.

This powerful necromancer is definitely a tricky opponent. Priscia thought so, ready to drive the Breath of the Wind again.

The emblem on her chest, "Evidence of the Kamikaze," glows emerald green through her thin white feather coat.

"Emblem...... power...... Ah, Priscia, watch out behind you! ”

The girl was strangled by a headless zombie hidden behind her, and the necromancer who caught the slightest chance of sneak attack shot in a millisecond, stabbing the girl in the right chest, and the shiny emblem was pierced like a target.

The girl screamed, and the wind breath dissipated due to the sudden disappearance of the power of the emblem.

Alphonse hunched over the rain of weapons unleashed in her direction by the necromancer, and despite her knee injury, she quickly approached the injured Priscia and the headless zombie that was holding her tightly.

The monster hooked Priscia's neck with its remaining right arm, and its mutilated left arm was nowhere to be found. Despite this, the force was too great for the injured Priscia to break free.

With a sharp short sword, Alphonse severed the monster's right arm from the knuckle of his hand and knocked it away with his shoulder.

He inadvertently touched the wound on his shoulder and felt a sharp pain, but he still supported the girl and fled into the dark alley together.

The two of them came out of the other exit of the alley and ran in the direction of the east gate of the city without looking back.

There were three gates: the south gate, which served as the main gate of the city, the side west gate, which served as the entry and exit place for the carriages, and the east gate.

Now, it doesn't matter so much, wherever the exit is close to you, as long as you escape from this dead capital, there is still hope for survival.

Alphonse broke free of Priscia's hand and lost his strength and fell to his knees.

"I ...... It's almost gone, so it's better for you to ...... first."

Knowing that he wanted to say something like that that would make her abandon him and escape first, Priscia immediately interrupted:

"Say no more, stand up quickly! If you stay here, I'll stay here with you, too! ”

Priscia's unwavering affection for herself moved Alphonse's heart.

He stood up despite the pain in his knee and clenched Prisiah's right hand as it reached him.

Until this moment, the dawn has quietly fallen.

The first rays of sunlight shine through the east gate into the dead capital of Womminbel, which has fallen to the land of zombies.

Beyond the exit of the East Gate is a sea of verdant trees dyed with snow.

Successfully escaping from this ruined capital, the two breathed a sigh of relief. Although the two of them slowed down, they still walked into the sea of trees with a minimum running speed.

"I don't have the patience to play hide and seek with kids. Get the hell out of here! ”

In the sea of trees, the sinister and vicious voice of the brown-haired warlock still echoed.

"Damn...... I thought that if I escaped from Shidu, I could escape from the palms of the necromancers. Results ......"

The girl, who was hiding under a large banyan tree with Alphonse, ignored her injuries and tore off the wound that had been bandaging the wound on the knee where the injured Alphonse had been bandaged.

"Priscia ......"

"Don't say that again! Don't give up. Priscia abruptly interrupted Alphonse.

"I'm not giving up, what I want to say is, let's go our separate ways and escape." Alphonse said, this time in a more serious tone than ever.

"Huh?"

"I thought of a way to escape, but it only worked for one person. I think you alone should be able to escape quickly with the help of the power of the wind, but unlike me, this is the only way to escape from their palms. ”

"I don't understand, I don't understand your words!"

"Let's separate at the next fork, you go to the right, I'll go to the left. Rest assured, I won't die so easily, and I'm going back to the Ice Palace to find Desfield! ”

This time, the boy's attitude was very resolute.

Alphonse finally convinced Priscia, and promised to escape from the sea of trees to recuperate from his illness and injuries, and go back to find Desfield, and then immediately go to the royal capital to find Prissia.

"Let's ...... 'Pull Hook', which I learned from a few kids yesterday in Voumbellery. It is said that if two people hook up, the promise will be fulfilled. ”

She whispered and shyly proposed.

"Okay."

Before parting, the boy and the girl, in order to meet again one day, solemnly hooked their tails to each other, hoping that this promise could be fulfilled as they wished.

Prissia was running in the direction of the sunrise, looking back at Alphonse until the two could no longer see each other.

Even though she was bracing through the magical effects of the wind's blessing, the aura of danger was getting closer and closer to Prissia as she went.

It must have been the difficult enemy who gradually caught up with her.

But even if this is the case, it does not mean that Alphons's side is out of danger.

No one had ever told her that there was only one necromancer.

In other words, what is the "way to escape" that Alphonse is talking about? He didn't tell her in detail until he left.

Could it be ...... There is simply no such way to escape? Priscia recalled that at the end of the direction Alphonse had traveled was a cliff.

Oops, I was confused for a while, and I was deceived by that idiot!

When Priscia turned back, she was anxiously trying to go back to find Alphonse. But he was surprised to find that the necromancer who was approaching was blocking the figure in the middle of the road.

"Found you, girl." The warlock who spotted his prey grinned, still playing with a few daggers in his hands.

Priscia took a step back, the current situation was really a dilemma - she could escape by continuing to run backwards, but Priscia could not rest assured that Alphonse;

If you want to find the boy along the same path, you must first defeat the enemy in front of you.

"That boy, I guess my men are entertaining him warmly. You two will never escape the clutches of our hands, Her Royal Highness Princess Priscia. ”

In the face of the approaching necromancer, the injured Priscia still intends to fight with all her might. She no longer has the time and time to pay attention to why her true identity was discovered by the other party for such a trivial matter.

Without saying a word, she used her magic power to raise the wind power around her that was comparable to Lan Storm.

Even if you fight with all your might, you may not be able to beat the powerful necromancer in front of you.

But...... Perhaps at this time, Alphonse was facing an equally dangerous enemy.

Except for knowing a little bit of physical arts, Alphonse doesn't know magic at all, and he can't be said to be proficient in swordsmanship at all.

Gotta go back and save him! Priscia made up her mind, and the wind became even more bitter and fierce.

Just before the completion of this wind curtain, several dazzling rays of light radiated from nowhere, spreading and covering the entire sea of trees, making it impossible to open people's eyes.

All I heard was a terrible scream from the necromancer.

Light attribute magic is undoubtedly a big blow to evil people like necromancers.

The grass beneath his feet was scorched with white light, the snow evaporated, and even the clumps of trees that once existed not far from them were swallowed up by the light, and the necromancer fled in no direction.

The only remnants were the scorching magical particles that had not yet dissipated the clear light.

The Great Magic of Light, the Great Cross of Light, a peer Priscia knew who knew this transcendent magic.

Far behind Prissia came the familiar sound of horses' hooves, and the earth shook with it.

And the nostalgic neighing of the king's war horse.

Once upon a time, whenever Priscia crouched in front of her house, dozing off with her eyes half-closed, waiting for her father to return from the battlefield, the familiar and domineering sound of horses' hooves always appeared first.

Then, it was the burly figure that caught my eye that my father rode a war horse and led a huge procession to return triumphantly.

There is another person who follows his father back every time, a light magician of the same age as Priscia, who has been gifted since he was a child, and has been his father's right-hand man since he was a scholar, accompanying him on the battlefield.

It was a handsome blonde boy, Priscia's only playmate in the court, and a childhood sweetheart who had grown up together since childhood.

In the past, daughters were always the first in the family to welcome the return of their father.

Now, the father has come to welcome the return of this daughter who ran away from home on the spur of the moment, Priscia.

"Father's ......"

Priscia was like a little girl who had made a mistake, calling out to her father with tears on her face.

King Van Lentino led a procession of knights at a gallop.

After nearly half a month of searching, I finally met Priscia in this sea of trees.

The king jumped off his horse, and the daughter threw herself into her father's broad embrace without saying a word.

"Fan's guess is right, you are really here...... Still, Priscia, how did you get hurt? ”

The rebuke he had prepared early in the morning had long since been forgotten, and now he was only concerned about his daughter's injury.

So Priscia sobbed and told her father everything that had happened to her in Shidu.

"Sure enough, it's the work of the foreign assassins and thieves. Father is now going to continue the pursuit of them, let Fan accompany you first, and go to the nearby town to heal his injuries. ”

Then the king shouted to the soldiers behind him: "First warriors, listen to orders!" Follow the king in pursuit of the thieves! ”

The king only learned from his subordinates half a month ago that Priscia had left the royal capital to explore the mainland.

So he kept looking for his daughter on the way back.

On the way, the king also occasionally heard news of the group of out-of-town villains who had recently been active in the kingdom of Van Lun Tieno.

The father stepped on his mount again, and Fan, who was standing beside the king, helped Priscia, who was so injured that she almost fainted.

The king continued to lead the soldiers, stepping on the sand and grass to raise the dust.

Fan ...... Please......" After witnessing her father's departure, Priscia pleaded with the faint breath that remained to Fan beside her;

"Let's go in the other direction of the sea of trees...... Help me find a teenager...... He's my companion, go and save him! ”

Fan wondered about this person who made Priscia care a lot, "Who is he?" ”

"He was the companion I met on my journey, who knew neither swordsmanship nor magic, and just a moment ago, I was separated from him! I'm afraid he's in danger! So please ......"

Priscia cares so much about an ordinary teenager, and it seems that she values this partner quite a lot. Fan thought to himself, such a thing is really rare.

"Okay, you have the final say, where he is, take me right away!"

Van lifted Priscia onto his horse and galloped in the direction Alphonse had gone.

Priscia had barely maintained a half-conscious consciousness, her gaze galloping with her horse, not missing any corner that came into view, eagerly searching for the wounded boy.

Alphonse's blood, dripping on the snow, shuffled and mottled at times stretched to the end of the road, in front of the cliffs. Unfortunately, Alphonse has not yet been found.

What shocked Priscia even more was the large pool of undried blood in front of the cliff.

"Alphonse! Alfonse! Where are you? Priscia covered her wounds and called out his name, hoping to hear his response.

"Stupid - you have to answer me anyway! At least let me know you're alive! The girl's hoarse cry echoed throughout the sea of trees, and the mourning lasted for a long time, until the migratory birds perched in the forest were once again startled and dispersed.

When Van noticed that Priscia was desperate to go around looking for her companion, he immediately reached out and grabbed her arms tightly, and stopped, "Hey, you're still injured, don't run around!" ”

But Fan couldn't stop her voiceless cry.

Unfortunately, Alphonse did not respond for a long time. The girl, who had exhausted her strength in screaming, sat on her knees in distraction, silent and only sobbed in a low voice.

Fan bowed down to carefully observe the pool of blood left by the wounded.

Dark brown blood seeped into the melting snow on the ground. The original blood was also a little strange, mixing two completely different colors.

It seems that there is not only human blood in this strange pool of blood, there should be the blood of another creature, and it is very likely that it belongs to the monster.

He turned his gaze back to the cliff, where the mottled bloodstain stretched to the edge before disappearing. Now, Fan can basically guess an approximation.

"Priscia, the boy you spoke of...... I guess I've fought with monsters before.,And he's also injured a lot.。 Estimate...... He's already under a cliff...... Unfortunately, he has little chance of survival. ”

Priscia fell into Fan's arms and wept bitterly.

Presumably she discovered this fact early, but she didn't want to admit it in her heart. Fan thought so inwardly, and at the same time felt sorry for the unfortunate teenager.

"There is an old saying in Van Luntieno: "The fortunate have the blessing of God". We can only pray that the Taji people have their own natural appearance. You take care of your injuries first, and when he arrives, we will look for the traces of this young man again. ”

Priscia's fluctuating mind calmed down a little, nodded slightly, and then fainted in his arms.

The Kingdom of Van Lun Tieno, the year of the Alchemy Calendar, 123 - the year when the two met, met, and had adventures together, until they separated, Elphonse was eighteen years old, and Priscia was nineteen years old.