(Principality Edition)

Eight years ago - the 245th year of the alchemy calendar of the Principality of Fanluntino, the moon of dawn, the early stage of the demon turmoil.

This is a nameless town by the sea whose name has been forgotten by history and people, and even the main entrance of the town is dilapidated, with only half of the ruins remaining.

It is precisely because it has been forgotten by most people that the town has been favored by the goddess of luck and has not been affected by the demon turmoil that swept across the continent.

It's business as usual. The people of the town enjoy an ordinary and quiet daily life, and the streets are not very spacious but neat and tidy, where merchants and customers buy and sell, and workers carry goods.

Each has its own job, each in its own place – each for his own livelihood, and they are busy carrying out the work at hand.

Carefree children are not bothered by any foreign affairs. Looking a short distance through the exit of the town, there is a sibling family playing in the valley outside the town.

The wilderness is not big, but it is only filled with the laughter of these two children;

The mountains are full of flowers, and the two are chasing among the golden flowers, the elder sister's skirt is fluttering, and the younger brother is walking as fast as the wind.

The innocent siblings add to the peaceful environment.

Before you know it, it's sunset. Soon, the sun's color became faint and blurred. Soon, the sky ushered in a golden twilight.

Leaving their home - unexpectedly, the sister and brother went out in the suburbs, and they lost their minds to this hour in a flash. Afraid of being blamed by their parents, the two children ran back in the direction of home quickly.

At the same time, they hope to be able to rush back to their respective bedrooms before their parents come home, pretending to have been obediently staying in the bedroom since this morning and studying seriously.

But it was too late. A familiar figure was standing near the door of his house, anxiously looking around. It is a unique face of Oriental beauty, tense because of anger. It was undoubtedly the mother of two.

There was no way, and in the face of their mother's almost angry sight, the two children stepped forward and bowed their heads to admit their mistakes.

Although the town is quiet and peaceful, it has not been polluted by the war, and it is still safe;

But outside the town, the situation is very different. Outside newspapers, like goods, reached the townspeople through transportation, and there was no shortage of horrific news of humans being attacked and killed by demons.

Therefore, in order to ensure the safety of children, most adults do not allow them to go out to play without permission, and setting up a curfew has become an unwritten house rule in every household.

The father of the Danley Thiel family took this more seriously.

Since three months ago, since the flames of war were ignited, the Principality announced the full-scale outbreak of the war against demons, and he set out to fight against the demons, he left a message.

Whether it is day or night, the children of the family are not allowed to step out of the house without permission.

Even if you go to the celandine garden next to your house, you can't play.

The child's father, as a member of the well-known demon eradication organization "Midnight Slasher", naturally knows the danger of demon attacks well, which is why he sets such strict family rules. Freedom, in this turbulent era, is no more precious than life.

It is rare that today is the day when the father returns from the expedition, but the child's naughtiness makes the mother a little uneasy. But now, seeing that both of the children had returned safely, she was relieved, but her anger was still unabated.

"Daddy has already returned, waiting for you two to have dinner! Firsa, Ifinas! You two ...... Be prepared to be punished! ”

The mother angrily dropped the sentence and turned back to the house.

The mother, who has always been kind and rarely angry, is so annoyed today. Presumably, what the child did today really worried her.

It seems that these two naughty children will inevitably have to scold their father harshly before dinner.

At the thought of being scolded, they suddenly felt that the sky above them was as gray and black as in their minds.

The elder sister and younger brother squirmed into the living room, until they found their father sitting upright in the master's seat—

On the sandalwood chair, his face was slightly tired, but he was still calmly and attentively scanning the newspaper in his hand.

The younger brother, Filsa, tiptoed forward, fearing that the loud noise would make his father even more displeased.

Timidly, he looked up at his father's countenance, timidly, until he turned his head. Even when sitting, his father was a cut above his height.

The elder sister made up her mind at this time, she was ready to be scolded, and she also planned to protect her younger brother.

"I thought it was boring to study at home, so I dragged my younger brother out of town to play." In her heart, she had already thought of such an excuse, and was ready to use it as a "shield" to protect her younger brother.

Although it doesn't seem to convince adults, it's definitely enough to excuse my younger brother. So she stepped forward and blocked Filsa behind her, facing her father, who had always been strict, with an innocent and unafraid look.

From the younger brother's side, his sister was very brave at that time.

"Oh, back?"

"Yes...... Father. ”

The father gave a soft "hmm" with his nose, and then casually urged, as if nothing had happened: "Are you hungry?" Okay, get back to your seat and go to dinner. ”

Filsa and Ifinas were in disbelief at the same time.

Seeing that the children had been standing there for a long time without moving, the father asked, "What?" Played for a day...... Not hungry yet? ”

"Ah, no, no, I'm going to wash my hands!"

After that, the younger brother ran faster than the elder sister and disappeared in place. The mother, who was watching from the sidelines, shook her head helplessly with a tired smile on her face.

That night, the father did not scold the child, as if he had deliberately forgotten all the naughty things of the child today.

I don't know if it's because of the good mood, but the two children found the dishes at dinner very rich and delicious.

Their favorite dishes were placed on the table one by one, and every drop of juice seemed to be glistening.

My father wouldn't have done that when I was old. In the past, if a mistake was made, neither of them could escape his reproach. Even if he just cast a glance, it was enough to make the child tremble with fear.

To this day, Filsa still has a very deep impression of his father, without the slightest ambiguity. Because it is imprinted in the blood, the memory of loved ones.

My father was very young, never even old, and his face in his memory was angular and as tough as a diamond, and there was never a trace of wrinkles. His eyes were completely different from those of mortals, showing red and blue, and they were extremely sharp.

His father was one of the best knights in the organization, and his reputation was as great as his record.

Even when faced with a demon that was so powerful that others were afraid, he was able to handle it with ease.

He has a secret sword technique that even his mother didn't know about.

It is said that it can kill and clear enemies within the moment of "drawing the sword".

In the evening, after the children had fallen asleep, the father silently packed his belongings, walked out of the children's room, and entered the next bedroom. She was followed by her mother. She took her father's battle robe.

My father is about to fight a decisive battle, and I went home today to say goodbye to my relatives. The organization informed that the time was urgent, and he would leave in the middle of the night tonight.

So there is no need to be angry about the children's little naughty today.

"Here, Lord Jounshi."

As soon as he heard this "title" of himself that was basically not mentioned from his wife's mouth, he grinned like a child, and at this moment his expression did not match his mature face at all, "Since I left the demon clan, I haven't heard this not-so-nice name for a long time." ”

As he spoke, he skillfully and quickly put on his coat. Dressed in a pitch-black and blue, knee-length uniform, it fits very well.

Unpretentious, without the slightest excess, it is as if it were tailor-made for it.

The mother smiled at her husband, Jounz, Firsa's father, straightening the collar that hung down from his chest, which was his mother's favorite job to serve him.

Like the large lapels of the contemporary navy, its soft feel makes people feel comfortable, just like the inner feeling given to her by the owner of this dress.

Jounz is a knight, but what makes him different is that he is a knight with the blood of demons in his veins.

And the battle he is about to face is to fight against the princes and nobles in the Demon Realm, as well as relatives and friends who have worked together. Due to values and various differences, he parted ways with his relatives and friends of the demon clan.

Before being expelled by the demons, Jounshi had already left the Demon Realm, met his mother, fell in love with her, and joined the Terran "Midnight Slasher" organization, engaged in demon slaying work.

His father, Jounz, was a knight with the blood of demons, while his mother, Flandor, was the son of a god from the East.

According to the Orientals, the mother is a "demigod". A pair of children born from the union of the two of them, a man—

Filsa ꔷ Danlitaire inherited the bloodline of the demons, and the eldest daughter Ifinas ꔷ Danlitaire retained the power of a demigod.

Filsa was born with a pair of blue eyes that were different from those of his parents, like a calm and undestroyed lake. In fact, people with clear blue eyes are born with a magical talent called "Chill Pupil", and they can get twice the result with half the effort when learning ice magic or magic martial arts.

However, relatively speaking, people with "cold eyes" are usually not strong-willed, stubborn, and prone to go down the wrong path.

As for the name "Felsa", it is a reference to the "Resa" of the Ice Demon God who is ranked seventh in the Demon World genealogy

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He wrote the letters of the name of the Ice Demon God in reverse order, and it became "F. F

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According to the legend of the Demon Race, Razaf wields the power of extreme ice, which even the gods fear, and dominates the cold winter season of the Demon Realm with all his heart.

His will is as strong as condensed ice, but his companions are as soft as the ice water that melts in spring.

The parents hoped that Filsa would be like the demon god, strong-willed, unwavering in his beliefs no matter what he encountered, and stick to the path he had chosen.

His father was adamantly opposed to Filsa joining the Order as a knight.

In addition, in the future, I plan to keep him from interfering with the battlefield as much as possible.

Jorence stared at the saber in his hand and was silent for a long time.

"Once, I had a close comrade-in-arms who was also a demon and had the same idea of wanting to break away from the demon race, but in a battle, he "fell".

The mother was speechless, but silently smoothed the clothes on her father's body and smoothed the wrinkles on them.

"It is precisely because of the "Fall" that the demonic nature contained in his blood has awakened, so that he has completely changed from a half-demon who still has his sanity to a demon who is only born to fight and kills wildly, killing his companions, and finally dying under the sword of the Alliance."

Jurence was reluctant to let his son repeat the mistakes of the past.

"What if...... He had no choice but to go through this process...... I believe that he will be strong-willed and not devoured by demons. Isn't that how you came here? Moreover, the child he is "F. F

ase

Ah!" ”

Jurence nodded, turning to stare at his wife.

For a long time, he put aside the topic and said: "Actually, there was a history where humans and demons lived in harmony, at least the river water did not interfere with the well water. It's just that it was during the time of the desolation of heaven and earth. ”

"No matter what history throws, your vocation will never change."

"Really...... I...... Is it really right for me to draw my sword at my relatives and friends of the demons? ”

Jurancy once again clasped his wife's arms.

"You've probably heard of the hero 'Alphonse', right? Rumor has it that he is one such hero. Whether the enemy is a man, a demon, or a god, he fights only for his beliefs.

Regardless of other ...... It was because of this strong will to fight that in the end, he became the first pioneer of the Duchy of Van Lentino. ”

When Ju Langshi heard this, he was moved, and his heart fluctuated infinitely.

"That's true, and it's because I want to be like this hero that I changed my surname to 'Danritel'!" Danritel" is his holy sword to open up the principality, the "Danlitel" of Polar Ice! ”

The erudite Flando, who often used heroic legends and myths to encourage and support herself, would not have persevered in her faith over the years.

It is more likely that one day before, due to the resurrection of demonic nature, he became a demon and died under the sword of others.

Ifinas had been standing outside the half-hidden door, eavesdropping for a long time. In fact, from a certain moment, her father noticed her existence.

Perhaps—and it is not known yet—that Jouns had deliberately addressed these words to Ifinas.

It is undeniable that these words are the main reason that prompted Ifinas to aspire to become a knight.

Jounz gently pushed the door open, allowing Ifinas into the bedroom.

"Ife, did you hear all my words?"

The daughter nodded silently, and before her father could speak, she preemptively said, "Dad, I'm ...... I hope to become a knight instead of my brother! ”

The father affectionately touched his daughter's head. Efie's hair color was inherited from her father, pure white, clean, and flawless. His younger brother Filsa's hair color is slightly grayish.

"That's right...... I'm going to be a knight...... Need to swear now? ”

Ifinas's childish words made her parents chuckle, but they had no contempt.

The mother is worried that letting her daughter become a knight will be the same as pushing her into a fire pit? The road to slaying demons is very difficult, and they often have to risk their lives and fight to the death.

But there is no doubt that my sister's swordsmanship talent is definitely much higher than that of my younger brother.

Even if the younger brother has the "Hikari of Coldness", it is incomparable. What's more, her daughter Ifinas also inherited her mother's demigod bloodline, and these two key factors make her qualified to become a demon slayer and have a bright future.

"No, you don't need to swear, you just need to work hard to practice swordsmanship from now on, protect your mother and younger brother, and surpass your father."

Father went on the march. Soon, the demon war expanded more and more, and eventually inevitably affected this inconspicuous town.

Mother, in order to protect the residents of the town, sacrificed her life to unleash the power of the demigods. In the end, she died due to the merciless "curse" of heaven.

Filsa, who lost his mother, made an oath in order to avenge the demon clan who hurt his relatives, and was determined to become a demon slayer.

Similarly, because of his mother's death, he stopped believing in the so-called heirs of the gods that humans revere and became an atheist.

Until now, Filsa has become a knight in his own right.

From time to time, when he recalled his parents' teachings, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart. If my mother knew something, she would be very angry. Whatever mistakes she makes, your mother will be very angry.

Sometimes, however, he convinces himself that his parents want him to follow through on his beliefs and unswervingly follow the path he has chosen.

It is precisely because of this that he chose to embark on the road of slaying demons. If you think about it this way, your parents will be very supportive.

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In the year 256 of the Alchemy Calendar of the Principality of Van Luntieno, the fourteenth day of the Dark Moon......

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Firsa's Diary of a Journey - Page XIII

I remembered the last time my father left home, the afternoon when he left for the war, and what my sister had said to me.

For years, my sister and I would argue at the mention of my father's forbidding me to set foot on the path of slaying demons.

She had only recently told me why her father had told me this, and why she had decided to be a knight.

It turned out that I had always misunderstood my sister, and I always thought that she was jealous of my "cold pupils" and didn't want me to show my talents......

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Memories of the old days, without warning, come to mind in the form of dreams.

Filsa got up and got out of bed, moved his muscles and bones, and washed up.

Stimulated by cold water, my mind cleared up a lot. Now that I think about it, in fact, compared to this, my experience is really nothing.

In the demon riot eleven years ago, there were countless innocent victims who lost their loved ones, and his own experience was definitely not the most tragic one.

However, it would be too much to talk about measuring the past of each person only in terms of the degree of misery.

Filsa examined the small wounds on his body that had not yet healed, and carefully put on his clothes. Later, he picked up the saber that was lying on the table.

Ice Flame Sword ꔷFranzane - A "companion" who was also badly damaged in the battle with his sworn enemy that day. He pulled the sword out of its scabbard and stared at it for a long time with mixed emotions.

There were several tiny notches in the blade, which looked like metal instead of metal, but with a slight metallic sheen.

The brilliance is not as good as before. The magic core embedded in the sword grid is much dimmer than before.

Filsa is accustomed to using the Ice Flame Sword's ice form in battle.

In the death match with Van in an extremely unfavorable situation, he held Franzan in his hand, and on many occasions confronted or resisted the magic and magic of the flames.

However, the sabre's attrition does not come entirely from this aspect.

His emblem, Ice Flame, attaches the power of reversal to his sword, allowing him to fully use the full power of his ice skills without fear of the damage of the flames.

Although the powerful emblem gives the armament such superior utility.

However, the intrinsic damage it inflicted on the armament is incalculable. Therefore, the wear and tear of the Ice Flame Sword, according to the owner's estimates, may be mainly due to the "load" imposed by the emblem.

"It seems that it is un......realistic to resist with a sword," Filsa thought silently, and an urge to bow down and apologize to his "companion" who had been fighting with him for so long.

Companion......

Another of Felsa's companions, Shirley Howson Weier, escaped from the dimensional jumping rift before she fought the enemy, and her whereabouts are unknown.

I wonder how Shirley is doing now?

Ever since witnessing the scroll-like mural of the Silver Knights in the mysterious basement, Shirley had felt mentally unwell, as chaotic and painful as a flood of thousands of tons rushing into her mind at the same time.

At first, Filsa was pleasantly surprised, thinking that the memories of her past life were about to begin to awaken.

It can be said that there is a slight turn in the adversity of confrontation with the enemy.

However, he later dismissed this naïve idea.

The continuous chain of memories reminded Filsa of the battles he had fought against enemies whose names he didn't even know were in the basement of the Eagle Palace.

The two men fought hundreds of rounds of fierce battles that day, and both were seriously wounded, and it was Filsa who fell first.

In the nick of time, an exploration team from the Adventurers' Guild arrived at the scene and rescued Filsa in time.

The Adventurers' Guild received information about an inexplicable explosion in the desert ruins before the Knights' Guild, so they sent people to investigate.

Exploration teams of adventurers enter through the entrance of the breached secret passage and pass through the labyrinth of walls.

The result of the search was that they encountered the wounded who were dying.

A knock on the door interrupted Firsa's train of thought.

Striding into the bedroom was none other than his "benefactor", Zink, one of the members of the adventurer team "Darkness Zero" that saved him from danger.

Zink is an adventurer in the neutral camp of the continent, and his profession is the Great Swordsman.

The muscular physique and short blonde hair tied back of the head are eye-catching.

In addition to his impressive record, his capable appearance has also become the hallmark of this person.

After a brief greeting, Sinker asked, "How's your health?" ”

Felsa nodded that he was fine, and thanked him again.

"Actually......" Zink stopped greeting him, and when he saw that the other party's injury was no longer serious, he went straight to the point, "I have something I want you to "testify" today. ”

He took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and tied it tightly and firmly with rope. He untied the ropes, and Filsa found something written on the stationery.

"It's a breeze for you, it's effortless." Zink added, then handed the letter to him.

He glanced at it cursoryly. This is a "certificate of sight", which roughly states that the "Darkness of Zero" adventure party rescued Felsa ꔷ Danlitel during the search mission and sent him back to the hotel for treatment.

This certificate needs to be signed by the person concerned, Firsa.

"Mr. Firsa ...... I think you should understand, so that the Adventurer's Guild will give us an extra reward......"

The standard adventurer's way of doing things, public and private, is unambiguous. Although it will make people think that "saving people is just a passing, and the reward is the key".

But the ideas of others won't make them lose a single gold coin in their pay.

Filsa didn't refuse, but just signed his full name on the letter paper with a blank face.

"And here, please check the cost of medical care and lodging carefully."

He shouted in his heart that if he had received formal treatment and recuperation in the Knights' Guild, these fees could have been largely waived.

This is the highest welfare insurance that the Duchy of Van Lentino offers to everyone who is a professional knight.

If Filsa had paid for it...... It will take a long time to leave the guest seat of the high-end restaurant.

Zink thanked him with a smirk, then turned to leave the bedroom.

And Filsa also plans to leave the hotel he is currently in, give up the paid treatment of the Adventurer's Guild, and set off for the Knights' Guild.

Although there is an old saying in Van Lentieno: "The hotel is the traveler's home!" ”

But...... The accommodation fee for this "home" is not cheap!

While crying out in her heart, Filsa reluctantly pretended to be normal, appeared on the crowded street, and walked to her destination.

Because the wound on his arm is very deep, it is inconvenient to make big movements, so he puts on his coat at will, and his light gray hair is as unkempt as grass, which gives the feeling of other people.

It's like a down-and-out delinquent young man who was injured in a brawl some time ago and is now wandering the streets.

However, no one could have guessed that such a person was moving slowly, while looking for a way to the Knights' Guild based on his own memory.

After a moment's journey, Filsa arrived at the main entrance of the local knights' guild, and happened to meet the messenger who had come to deliver the letter.

He recognized the silver silver badge on the courier's chest, the possession of the Silver Wings, the Order to which Filsa belonged.

Felsa hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, and the two showed each other the Silver Wing badge. Then, although the two met for the first time, they quickly became acquainted with each other for the same reason.

You know, it's a wonderful thing to meet your partner in such a remote town.

After exchanging names, the messenger delivered a message to Felsa and handed him a palm-sized voucher for receiving the parcel.

The narrator said that if Filsa could no longer be found, he would have to leave a message for him on the message boards of the knights' guilds in various places through the magic phone.

After complaining, the narrator then takes out his notebook and tells him the original content of the message based on the brief notes.

The Captain of the Seventh Squad of the Silver Wing Knights, which is also the team to which Filsa belongs, is about to be recalled to Filsa to discuss important matters.

Except for him, all the members of the team have arrived at the headquarters one by one, and are ready to stand by at any time.

After completing the oral task, the messenger hurriedly said goodbye to his partner and left, rushing to his next destination. With a wave of his hand, Filsa turned and entered the Knights' Guild, found a seat against the wall and sat down, lost in thought. He was thinking about nothing else, it was Captain Fonte who urgently recalled Filsa.

The reason for urgently summoning all the members of the team is undoubtedly to discuss the countermeasures and battle plan for defeating the Demon Lord Fred.

But he wasn't thinking about the reason for the summoning, but ......

Although Filsa's thoughts are a bit unfounded, it is ...... Since the battle with General Keresor on the Tower of Time, after such a long time, Keresor has never reported "that incident" to his superiors.

The so-called incident is the fact that Filsa is a demon, that is, a "demon". Although he has always fulfilled the duties of a knight, slaying demons and killing enemies, and he can also swear that he has never done anything harmful, but the fact that "he is a demon" cannot be changed.

After being defeated by Keresor, he has been terrified that the identity "demon" that he has been trying to hide all these years will be exposed by righteous people, and he is afraid that he will be ostracized and besieged by other peers.

To his surprise, what he had feared did not happen.

Even if General Keresor had been wandering away because of his affairs, it was impossible not to think that he would be able to keep in touch with the Order through a messenger.

Did Kareser deliberately let himself go? No, no, he immediately denied the idea, and the thunderous light that once emitted from Escalade's crest gave people a sense of majesty that would not give up without giving up.

It is conceivable that this Silver Wing General, who inherited the Thunder Emblem, hated the demons who invaded the human world and wanted to get rid of them immediately.

For a moment, Felsa shook his head violently, ending these endless thoughts. Later, he left his seat and obtained the package from the letter office on the second floor of the guild through the ID card that had picked up the package.

The wrap on your hands is very light, but it is undoubtedly a valuable object. In fact, this was a special gift from his mentor, Mr. Shengze Feis, for Filsa's three years of service in the Order, a special protective shield - Celis said, but when he opened the package, Filsa found that there was only a pitch-black ring lying inside.

This collar is not much larger and heavier than a normal bracelet.

Back in the bedroom, Filsa tried it on his right arm without saying a word.

A strange magic force stirred up through the skin of the ring, from the pulse into the veins, and at the same time that this feeling began to spread from the body, the ring cracked like a golden pattern, and a faint point of light rose from the pattern, circling in the air regularly.

The point of light condenses into a heptagon near the right arm, which is the front of the magic light shield.

The defenses seem to be able to resist most magical and magical attacks head-on.

However, the actual performance will not be known until the actual battle.

Filsa withdrew his magic, but instead of taking it off, he let it be worn on his wrist, intending to carry it with him as well as his own saber.

The main reason for the last fiasco, he thought, was probably that he didn't have the weapons at hand to defend against the opponent's magic martial arts.

As for the last fiasco, Filsa decided that the next thing to do was to find out the details of the enemy who was.

He was heading to the library on the fifth floor of the guild, holding on to the handrail and walking up the long staircase, thinking to himself, who could this guy who was in hot pursuit?

"Can you tell me your name before we fight again?"

"You don't have the right to know my name at all!"

"You...... Is it Van Rexsoe? Or ......"

"You are not allowed to call out the name of the supreme commander of our regiment without authorization!"

Filsa recalled that the man had inadvertently acquiesced to his identity, and that he was part of the Royal Order commanded by Van Lexsoe.

So he synthesized several key points -

Ben was a warrior of the kingdom era. Affiliated with the Royal Order. Able to skillfully use the Demon Martial Arts of Fire Fist.

and has the Emblem of Fire. There is only one intersection of these four clues. Following where these clues pointed, and by looking through the documents about the Royal Knights, Filsa came up with an answer that surprised him.

"Flame Hell Shura" - Brahma Ti Tai Teren, who was originally an oriental warrior monk, became a royal knight after being conferred a gift by Van Rexso.

He was obsessed with martial arts and beliefs, and strict with himself, honoring Van Rexsoe as his sole master.

At the same time, he is also a powerful samurai hand-picked by Van Rexsoe, who has mastered the unfathomable and unique Demon Fist Martial Arts.

He had also been alone and had strangled the Western Flame Dragon with his bare hands, and had also obtained a proof of strength from the dragon's body, the Emblem of Fire.

Firsa's old enemy turned out to be a knight, not a heinous person, and even performed many feats for the royal state.

Almost full of kingdom honor, Vati Ti Terran, because of the fall of the kingdom. Because of his love for his country, he chased after him angrily and looked for Filsa, that is, Alphonse, to take revenge.

Filsa was ashamed of himself in the face of such an enemy. Whether it is in martial arts or faith, it cannot be compared.

In the face of such an enemy, do you have a chance of winning? In other words, every person with superb martial arts does not dare to boast of Haikou, and there is a 100% chance of winning.

Even General Kerese, who had defeated him, might not be able to defeat Van easily.

Before he could think too much about it, though, a scream from outside the window broke his thoughts.

This was followed by the Demonic Breath, which had only been captured by Filsa's consciousness until now.

With a heavy heart, he ran downstairs at a speed that his body could bear.

Subsequently, he asked for several analgesic injections from the drug supply office on the third floor of the guild.

This is an emergency medication that has the effect of paralyzing the pain nerves around the wound for a short time, and Filsa has to use it in order not to let the wound get in the way during the operation.

He quickly tore open the package, and aimed the sharp needle at his wound, after a sharp pain that was enough to make him cry.

Although the wound was the same, there was no pain in the slightest, and the arm moved as usual. If you wrap it tightly with a bandage, it should no longer be in the way. Without saying a word, he took a second stitch from the second wound, the burn in the left lower abdomen.

The nurses who witnessed this scene were stunned, and although his wound no longer hurt, blood still came out of the wound due to the stab wound of a hard object.

The nurses hurriedly brought a few rolls of bandages and helped to bandage them.

From the moment he arrived until the moment he left, the Knights' Guild was crowded. A remote town that was not warmly frequented by the knights.

Perhaps the reason is that they are worried that there is not enough medicine in this poor place, and they don't want to be treated at an expensive cost.

Work-related injuries can sometimes be fatal if left untreated.

"What about the others?"

"I'm sorry, but very few people will come here...... Knights' Guild" one of the nurses replied in a low voice.

"Those adventurers...... Will you come to help? ”

"Probably not," she continued, as Filsa asked, "Because there is no such commission on the Adventurers' Guild, adventurers would normally ignore the matter, and they would say, 'It's enough to have knights here'......"

"I see."

He nodded, indicating understanding, put on the Knights' black coat, didn't even bother with the collar, checked his equipment, a saber and the new hand shield, and then hurried out of the guild.

Following the direction from which the Demon's Breath came, Filsa chased all the way, and the road surface, which was originally quite clean, was now a mess as if surprised, and some people even discarded the things they had just bought, and had already fled to a safe place nearby. He faintly heard only the sound of running and fleeing footsteps, but there was not a single figure.

Filsa blamed herself, why couldn't she discover the demon's breath before it arrived.

Is it because I am too absorbed in reading books? No, no, as soon as the "Magic Perception" is triggered, the demonic veins will surge rapidly, and the cells and magic particles in the whole body will enter a state of readiness.

Such a bodily reaction, completely out of the control of the brain center, is somewhat similar to an allergy.

He fanned forward with his eyes, and in a moment, he spotted the prey from his field of vision—

On the ridge of the eaves against the blue sky, a black dot shadow danced like a flea. It's running away.

There were a few blood marks on the ground, as well as a few small and unsightly remnants. Still, it's enough to scare ordinary people. It also proves that people have been killed.

Just as he looked around and thought about how to use the shortest path to catch up with the demon, a shot rang out nearby.

Before long, the dancing shadow in the distance, after letting out a human-like mournful roar, lost its ability to move, and suddenly fell from the sky, falling into the back of the hotel building more than ten meters away.

Kill with one blow, and the devil's breath is gone.

While Felsa lamented the accuracy of the sniper's marksmanship, he searched his mind for the sound of gunfire and the smell of gunpowder.

Then, he suddenly remembered, patted his brain that was not good, and "gathered" at the fastest pace to the place where the demon lost his life and fell.

If he is shot by his demon hunter, he will not discuss whether the prey will lose his life on the spot, but the point is that the prey will definitely be killed by the hit.

Several men in black, dressed in uniform of the same color as Filsa, gathered in the backyard of the town's hotel.

Among them, a burly middle-aged man, wearing sunglasses, served as the commander of the scene on his back, and ordered his subordinates to do things with a serious face.

In fact, there were not only the knights of the Silver Wing, but also a few members from other knights, dressed in purple and wearing armor on their coats, presumably from the Obsidian Knights.

Sure enough, Felsa recognized one of them, Mr Frank Lampard, whom he had just met.

Before going up to greet him, Felsa first had to report to the captain.

That's right, the burly, sunglasses-wearing, and on-site commander on his back is the captain of Filsa's detachment - Fangente.

With the eyes that came out of the inky lenses, he glanced at the figure of Filsa who was coming this way, and only after completing the last command order at hand did he turn around and talk to Fissa, and reproached him with the first sentence:

"It's been half a month since the message was sent, but you haven't shown up. I was going to send you a second message. ”

"I'm so sorry!" Felsa stood upright, ready to accept the reproach without complaint.

"So you've been injured recently?" Fangente's gaze shifted to the left lower abdomen of the person opposite, and he saw an inconspicuous water stain there.

Only insiders know that the wet water stains on the regimental uniform are generally blood stains spilling from the wound, but the color of the regimental uniform conceals the original color of the blood.

Although the pain in the wound disappeared with emergency medication, the medication did not guarantee that the bleeding would stop.

After a series of running movements, the wound was allowed to open without the pain as a reminder, causing heavy bleeding.

The captain was also reasonable, and after knowing the reason why he couldn't return to the regiment on time, he didn't blame him more, but just told him to be careful in the future.

Then, Fente briefed him on the main purpose of the Silver Wings' trip to Frem.

Celis teleported by the Wizard to report to Silverwing what had happened to him in recent days.

He first discovered the rare demon species, the Human-Faced Demon, not far from here, and accidentally discovered that the Human-Faced Demon was made of a human demon.

This kind of demonization was once spread in a small town called Lyfrem, and the situation was quite serious at the time, and the townspeople were either dead or infected by demonization.

Thinking about the consequences, Celis decided to destroy the entire town with the fire of divine cleansing emanating from the emblem, leaving not a single living thing.

In a word, the situation that happened to Celis at that time was simply miserable, and Celis was forced to make such a decision.

Filsa glanced at the corpse of the monster lying not far away.

The monster seems to be demonized by a primate, and before dying, it was shot in the head by a sniper, killing it with one hit, and it was extremely powerful, causing the flesh and blood of the head to blur.

It's not just that, it's ...... It has a pathetic, distorted human face. Filsa speculated that this was the so-called Human-Faced Demon.

There isn't much information about this type of demon seed, but the latest one is the report brought by Celis.

Cialis's report caught the attention of Fangente.

Kanlan - the town they were in now was the closest gathering place to the burned town.

At the time of receiving the report, Fangente was also in the vicinity to handle affairs, so he led a team to observe the situation.

Sure enough, on the third day after arriving, today, the town was attacked by demons.

While the situation was still manageable, Fangente immediately contacted the Obsidian Knights and worked with them for the first time to surround the Kanlan and provide treatment to the wounded.

The reason for this is not to allow the mass infection of demonic symptoms to happen again.

Otherwise, the end result will be like the town that burned down.

"Firsa, I have a mission here."

The captain changed his words, although Fissa's injury has not yet healed, but it seems that he can at least move around, and it is estimated that there is no major problem.

So I don't want my men to rest for too long. So, he gave Filsa an errand-style task.

"You should also know that when you walk out of the Kanlan, there is a vast desert as far as the eye can see. This morning, I received a report from the Air Headquarters that the Headquarters Observatory had discovered a place in this desert with extremely strong magic.

I guess that's the base that the Demon Lord Fred has set up recently.

So, this time, your mission is to use your "magic sense" to find out where this place is, and we're on standby.

Once found, send out a flare, and after discovering your signal, we will rush to that place together with the Obsidian Knights to destroy the demon's lair. ”

"Understood." Filsa nodded and responded briefly.

"You may meet the Demon Lord Fred on this trip, don't rush into it before we arrive......"

After the dialogue, Fang Ente continued to devote himself to the command work. At midday break, Filsa found Obsidian Knight Frank Lampard and greeted him from afar.

Although Lampard's face was tired, he still tried to put on a smile as much as he could, and after exchanging pleasantries, Lampard said: "You came here again with the ability of 'magic perception', right?" ”

Filsa smiled helplessly and nodded in the affirmative.

In fact, since their acquaintance, Lampard has been very interested in the unique ability of magical perception.

So this time, while I was free, I kept asking how this ability was exercised. In other words, is it the same as the emblem that can be obtained from other places?

Mana perception is essentially a kindred perception.

Filsa did not, and did not intend to tell him the essence of magical perception, only to explain vaguely in a coping manner, which was just an innate ability.

Frank Lampard was slightly disappointed, and he wanted to have that ability. In this way, it will be much more convenient to carry out the task.

However, he had no idea that the people who obtained this ability were basically the enemies of the knights.

Wrapping up the conversation, Lampard asked: 'By the way, do you know Kereser ꔷ Gloria? I heard that he was a general of the Silver Wing Knights. ”

"Yes, I've heard a little about General Kerese's reputation, and I've seen it once." Filsa did not tell him about his battle with General Keresor on the Tower of Reverse Time.

During the conversation, Lampard was full of admiration for General Kerese, mainly because he had the privilege of meeting Kereser by chance a few days earlier and had the privilege of working with him on a mission, and was deeply impressed by his strength and honour.

Karese's honor is not boastful. By chance, he was chosen as his successor by two emblems, one of which was the ancient emblem of time, "Elivier".

In the principality, it is estimated that he is the only one who can receive this honor.

"General Kereser is a true knight! Only those who regard honor as the supreme thing are truly strong! is worthy of admiration! ”

Filsa also learned from Frank Lampard about the general's recent travels.

It is said that Keresor sailed through the sea some time ago, but unfortunately encountered a storm, passed through the legendary Sea of the Undead, and defeated the Monster Stone Giant there, and thus obtained the third fragment of the Time Emblem.

All in all, General Kereser had been on adventures in various places lately and had not returned to headquarters.

Filsa hastily rested, packed up his belongings, and checked his gear.

Armament - Slightly damaged Ice Flame Sword, new hand shield;

Items to keep with you - your bag and a few emergency pain shots that you have just picked up from the Knights' Guild.

In addition, he dug out a packet of medication from his bag.

It was the crystalline pill that Shirley had bought from the underground market a month earlier to relieve Firsa's demonic vein lesions.

He had only recently noticed the usefulness of these medicines, and if he had realized it earlier, he would not have lost so badly in the last battle.

He deliberately tucked the small crystal into his breast pocket.

In this way, you can remember to take it before the war.

Everything is ready to go. Finally, he said goodbye to the captain and his friends.

After a few steps from Kanlan, Firsa's head began to ache.

This is a symptom of the "magic perception" reaction being too strong, so strong that even the ears are affected and they begin to buzz.

The mana fluctuations emitted from the source of the mana interfere with the brainwaves of the mana perceiver. This time, however, Filsa's situation is even more special.

Filsa followed the Claim, and the source of the mana fluctuations seemed to be coming from the north.

-

The Wind Pattern emblem on Shirley's chest, Hausen Weller, was in a vicious pain.

A newly awakened emerald sigil emerges from near the right collarbone, its glow piercing through the dark brown coat.

Since being separated from Filsa, Shirley has been teleported out of the palace and is now walking alone in the desert.

She had tried to find her way back to the palace. So, despite the fatigue, his mind was just thinking about how to get back to Firsa as soon as possible, but in the end he lost his way in the desert. The more anxious you are, the faster your stamina will be depleted.

Moments before it almost fell, the sky fell early due to the "Magic Sea Tide", and the shadow of a village vaguely appeared in Shirley's eyes.

However, at that time, she no longer had the strength to distinguish whether it was a mirage or a real scene, so she could only use her last strength to slowly approach with unsteady steps.

After stepping into the gate of the village, he confirmed that the scene was true, and met the obsidian knight Olina who he had met recently.

didn't wait for a friend to come and help, and in the next second, she fell to the ground with a "plop" and fell unconscious.

When Shirley woke up again, it was already daylight the next day.

As soon as she wakes up, Shirley asks Olina to go back to the Eagle Palace with her to save her companions.

That is to say...... Is Mr. Filsa still in the palace, alone against the enemy? ”

Shirley gives Olina an overview of the situation. She and Filsa went to the Eagle Palace, encountered the Demon Lord Fred and his men, fought the enemy, and her companion was seriously injured, and fled to the basement of the palace together, and her memory awakened when she witnessed the mural, and in her confusion, she was pushed into the magic teleportation point by her companion and left the basement, came to the desert and got lost, and finally collapsed in front of the village gate.

"He sent you somewhere else to keep you from being hurt in the chaos. In this way, he was already planning to fight alone, so he should have taken into account the situation of defeat and escape. So, Miss Shirley, you don't have to worry. ”

How could he be so smart!

Obviously, he was also injured a lot! These are all Shirley's inner thoughts, but at this time, she is so anxious that she can no longer express it in words.

Before coming here, there was only one thought in her mind, how to find the location of the palace in the vast desert, and return to Filsa to fight side by side;

However, he did not consider the reason why Filsa sent him out of the palace at all. After careful combing by the bystander Olina, she finally understood the intentions of her companion, and her heart was full of reproach for her companion's recklessness.

"Miss Shirley, you should rest for an extra day. I'll reach out to my other partners to help you figure it out. ”

Shirley thanked Olina and continued to lie down in bed as she had not fully recovered her strength. She plans to go to the village early tomorrow morning to learn about the geography of the neighborhood. If Obsidian can't set off tomorrow, I'll go out and look for it by myself.

"When you find him, do you question him first, or kick him first......

With such a mischievous question, Shirley clutched the poisonous sore spot near her right shoulder and gradually fell asleep.

Consciousness sinks into a dream, like sinking to the bottom of the abyss.

Her consciousness continued to advance and dive into the innermost darkness, and the perception given by the dream made her feel the spiral breath around her.

I don't know how long it took, the journey of the deep sea of consciousness came to an end, and the scene suddenly changed.

The scenery in front of me rippled for a while, and then calmed again. Shirley breaks free from the torrent of consciousness and enters an unknown dimension.

It's probably a corner of the brain that hasn't been occupied by anything else.

There was no light around, but it wasn't darkness either, to be precise, it was a murky mist, called Chaos.

In the field of vision, a woman gradually emerged, and the dreamer found that the person in front of him actually looked very similar to himself.

The person who exists in the stream of consciousness, half-closed eyes, floats with the waves like no strength on a shallow sea, like a detached doll, an abandoned doll.

It was neither floating nor sinking, and it was not clear how deep the water was, but the dreamer only saw that the water overflowed the corners of her clothes.

She had red, satin-like hair that floated on the surface of the sea with a slight wave;

Wearing a crown of white roses, the original fresh petals were wet by the sea, and the flowers looked haggard;

The emerald green eyes have lost their brilliance, but they are full of undying perseverance with an extreme desire for something;

Dressed in a plain gauze long skirt with a green curl around her waist;

The bare right arm wears a gold ring, the symbol of the royal family, and the necklace around the neck shines.

Noble, elegant, dazzling, beautiful. Shirley felt that the woman in front of her looked like her.

However, whether she has temperament or other aspects, she is incomparable to herself. Moreover, whether in terms of dress or appearance, she looks like a noble princess who lives in an ancient royal palace and is not stained by mud.

It's not the first time I've dreamed of her. But every time, after I broke out of the torrent of consciousness and met her in a deep space, I couldn't help but wake up.

Shirley sometimes wanted to tell her companions about this magical dream, but whenever she spoke, she forgot all about it.

After all, she wasn't as sensitive to dreams as unreal as Filsa.

This time, the woman's lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to say something to Shirley.

Without the previous whirlpool of obstacles, Shirley was in mid-air, as if she were in the realm of the universe without the influence of gravity.

She used her limbs and freestyle to get closer, trying to hear her clearly.

"Alfonse ......"

Shirley swam as close as she could, and by this time she was less than ten steps away from the man floating on the surface of the sea.

"Alphonse...... Go and save him...... It's just north ......."

The powerless speaker just kept repeating the phrase, and not only that, but she, Priscia, who was in this space, kept repeating the phrase.

Shirley held out her hands, trying to pull her away from the sea. At this time, in the space, a hurricane struck from an unknown direction, first blowing away Shirley, who was almost touching Prisia's arm, and then rolling up a huge wave comparable to a beast, drowning Prissia .

At this point in the dream, Shirley suddenly woke up, and her consciousness returned to reality.

"Alphonse...... Go and save him...... Just to the north...... "Prisia's voice, tired but hurried, heavy and crisp, has been haunting her ears since she woke up.

Shirley had a splitting headache, but her head was unusually clear. She knew exactly what the dream meant, Alphonse-

That is, Felsa, who is about to be or is in danger, and if you follow her instructions and follow the path in the north direction, you should be able to find his location.

For the first time, she decided to trust the instructions of the dream.

She gently stroked the mark that appeared deep on her right shoulder with her hand, and thanked Priscia for the prompting.

At the same time, because she only focused on the dream after waking up, she discovered the fact that the imprint no longer bears severe pain;

Moreover, after resting, she was full of physical strength, and the magic veins were running extremely smoothly.

The emblem glowed with an emerald green glow that shone brighter than before.

If we say that the light of Felsea's emblem is called "burning light".

Then the light of Shirley's emblem that awakens at this time can be called "emerald light".

Upon discovering this, the owner of the emblem felt a new breath of divine wind haunting him like a guardian spirit.

"With such power...... I don't have to be protected by Filsa like I used to......"

Shirley prayed to herself, thanking Prisia once again for responding to her wishes and giving her the power of a powerful emblem. For the first time, she, like Priscia, had a thirst for power in her heart.

Shirley finds Olina on the first floor of the hotel. There is no knights' guild in the village, and Olina is limited to the village's inn.

She had only come to this remote place to rest for a while, and she did not intend to stay for long.

Shirley explains that she has speculated about Firsa's location - of course, the so-called speculation is just a fabrication, and she doesn't want anyone to know about the dream for the time being.

"I ...... I sorted out the situation at that time. I figured I could find him just by searching all the way north. ”

At first, Olina didn't believe Shirley's unfounded "speculations" until Shirley took her by the hand and took her to the hotel's locker room, asking her to confirm something.

Faced with the puzzled faces of her same-sex friends, Shirley hesitated for a moment, took off her coat, and threw it on the hanger.

At this time, she was wearing only a thin and tight white shirt, outlining the original curves of her body. Then, she unbuttoned most of her blouse, revealing half of her right shoulder, which was carved like jade.

Olina was stunned by her sudden act of undressing.

Shirley, who was blushing and turned to the side, pointed to the emerald mark that appeared on her snow-white skin like a tattoo, and asked, "Miss Olina...... Do you believe in this thing? ”

Shirley revealed to her the emblem that had only awakened until today, a testament to the awakening of the power of Priscia of the Kamikaze.

As she said this, the owner of the emblem wondered if she had read it wrong—she had discovered that the size of the emblem was different from before.

The emblem is full of emerald green magic and glows, active and surging. In its center is a thumb-sized cross, surrounded by fine veins like branches and leaves.

Again, she confirmed that she was not mistaken.

The veins of the emblem grew slowly like real branches and leaves, stretching out, and the longest branch climbed over the collarbone.

After a moment of surprise, Olina immediately understood and no longer doubted this.

The legend of the emblem has long been widely rumored among the Knights;

Not only that, but it seems to have become a topic of conversation after tea in the Adventurers' Guild.

However, few people have seen the legend in action.

Today is the first time for Olina to witness the true appearance of the emblem.

The reason why Shirley is so sure of her speculation is probably because she has an ability to search for the aura of her companions.

This ability made her sense where Filsa was.

I don't know if it's wrong to infer this, anyway, that's what she thinks, and she can only think so.

"I've reached out to Obsidian's companion this morning. After a while, when you've packed your things, we'll be ready to go. ”

"Well, by the way, where is Mr Frank Lampard? I don't think I saw him yesterday. ”

"Oh, he, because the head of the Obsidian Knights, Marquis Alex, is out on business, and the affairs of the Order are temporarily taken care of by Lampard. Frank Lampard accepted the Silver Wing's request for reinforcements and led another team to join up. ”

She went on to say that he should be resting in a nearby town by now.

"Yes. The wedding of the two seems to be postponed for a while. It's been a rough ...... lately," Shirley muttered to herself regretfully.

Olena replied helplessly, at least until Lampard took care of obsidian business and the marquis returned from his mission, so that private matters such as the wedding banquet could have a chance to continue to be organized.

She also agrees with what Shirley said that it has not been peaceful lately.

If you want to hold a wedding banquet where everyone can come to participate with peace of mind regardless of foreign affairs, so that the two of them can throw away all their troubles and enjoy themselves, it is estimated that they will have to wait for everyone to exterminate the demons and return to peace on the continent before such an opportunity.

In addition, Olina also half-jokingly kneaded Shirley, which caused her to blush for a while.

From the moment she met, Shirley gave Olina a feeling of "beautiful flowers waiting to bloom";

After today's experience, both in terms of her appearance and body, Olina felt that such a metaphor was really appropriate.

After Shirley said goodbye to Olina for a while, she returned to the bedroom on the second floor to pack the emergency medicine in her fanny pack, and by the way, she took out the spare hidden weapon hidden in her fanny bag.

It were daggers of the same length and size as her fingers, and she embedded them in the small ring of the belt around her waist, just in case.

Packing everything she needed, she took a deep breath and looked out the window. The window points to the north. She thought silently in her heart, Firsa, you have to wait for me, and I will come and join you soon.

Shirley subconsciously concentrated on staring into the distance, and the emblem unconsciously responded to the owner's thoughts and played an effective role in the process.

The power of the emblem widened Shirley's field of vision several times over, and all the tangible things that existed within the horizon, including a few cacti that were about to wither in the desert, the rocks embedded in the ground and almost merged with the surface, and even every crack in the ground, large and small, could be clearly observed.

Her eyesight has always been inferior to anyone's, and she is called "Eagle Eye" by Filsa;

In the future, the ability to expand horizons will be even more powerful.

In addition to the usual sight in the desert, Shirley also saw a complex of buildings that she had never noticed before-

She could almost count the number of them. A few kilometers, if not a dozen kilometers, on the almost untouchable horizon of stitching heaven and earth, stands a city of blue ice sculptures.

Priscia's reference, though vague, is the north;

However, judging from the current situation, the destination she is referring to is actually that weird city, right?

-

Somewhere in the desert, a dimensional crack opened without warning. Soon, the crack transformed into the shape of the original object, a floating mirror.

Magical particles that do not belong to the human world and are unique to the demon race rush out, bringing an extremely ominous demonic breath.

The full-body shadow of the Demon Lord Fred emerges from an oval-shaped floating mirror.

He walked through the mirror and out of it.

This mirror is actually a spatial jump point created by using magic particles according to the complex principle of quantum jumping.

Such magic tools are rare, and they can even be said to be very rare. Because in the vast Van Lentieno continent, there are not many scientists who understand this level of magic technology.

However, among the six demon generals under the Demon Lord, there is such a genius, and based on the experience and knowledge accumulated over the years, he has created such a space jumping prop for the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord has just left the Silver Dawn Hall and arrived here.

The Silver Dawn Temple, also known as the Silver Temple, is a temple that exists at the highest peak of the Demon Realm and can only be owned by the monarch who occupies the highest peak of the Demon Realm.

Using the space jumping magic item, the Demon Lord carried out a shuttle between the two dimensional realms from the Demon Realm to the Human Realm.

After stepping into this boundless desert, there was no one around, so he took off the mask of the blue flame.

Fred, who has experienced many battles of the demon race in the past few decades, does not show the slightest sign of vicissitudes on his face, and still looks like a young man over thirty years old, but his expression is too cold, as "hard" as a diamond;

And the look revealed from the red and blue eyes was not angry but threatening.

The Demon Lord's outfit is unpretentious, but it has a considerable sense of majesty. A pitch-black and blue robe, which fits like a tailor-made fit;

His chest, shoulders, and wrists shone with a black metallic sheen, and he wore a pair of metallic black shoes—a whole set of pitch-black armor woven by powerful and thick magical power.

At his waist was a mediocre-looking saber, his breath completely condensed in the scabbard, and nothing was missing.

Behind him was a short cloak with a swallowtail.

A little drop of blood like a string of pearls fell down the cuffs to the cracked wasteland.

It's not because the Demon Lord is injured at all - he's never lost in the last few decades. The real reason for the Demon Lord's bleeding is not so simple.

It has been fought and tempered countless times over the decades.

Even the bones of steel wear out, let alone demonic flesh. The physical body, which did not belong to Fred, is now beginning to wear out, and it is gradually manifesting itself after constantly using the magic space jump point to transfer space.

In a word, Fred's physical body could not bear the negative effects of the space jump, and it collapsed.

Not only that, but in addition to the collapse of his body, even the newly appeared mark on the back of his hand, as important as Alphonse's memory-

The emblem also showed signs of wear. Around the slightly glowing emblem, red and black wrinkles swollen.