[Let's choose a name for the nameless little flower]

[Did you know that the demon is terrifying, but if you know its real name, you can defeat it]

[Real name is related to the soul]

[If you don't have a name—]

"Indeed, only I can do it. ”

It was, a quiet afternoon.

"What a shameful mother, me. Lying on the other person's lap, she muttered comfortably with her eyes closed.

"I am like a child who has not grown up, I only know how to cry when I encounter something, and I only know how to push the responsibility and what I should do to others. ”

"After all, this is your first time, and there is no way around it. She combed her hair and said it in a very gentle voice.

"That's just a reason. ”

"Whether it is the responsibility that you should bear, or the consequences of doing things, you always use your ignorance and ignorance as a reason and excuse to avoid them, and not to look at them directly. ”

"After all, you really haven't grown up yet. She still helped her comb her hair one by one, and her voice was gentle.

"I can't argue with that. Miss Elf smiled lightly.

"......" A gust of wind blew, and something white swayed gently in the air.

"It's a dandelion. ”

"It's the season too. ”

"Yes. She still brushed her hair.

"I never told him. ”

"I actually prefer dandelions to sunflowers. ”

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[Call her by her real name]

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Since birth, they have been burdened with responsibilities and exist only to satisfy them. What kind of life is like for human beings to understand.

The short-lived race had treasures that the elves lacked, and the elves were forbidden to touch. Passionate and free-spirited. These are emotions and thoughts that most elves find difficult to understand in their lifetimes, because compared to this long lifespan, no matter how passionate the spark once was, it is only a flash in the pan.

"Longevity species are often emotionally indifferent, if not, how can they withstand thousands of years of loneliness. ”

The concept of elves as beings living in harmony with nature often appears in the records related to elves when writing first appeared in human beings.

But very few humans really understand what this means.

Orderly, tranquil and undisturbed.

After thousands of years of vicissitudes, they have remained in this world and witnessed many human civilizations from prosperity to destruction.

Nothing lasts forever.

As soon as something new is born, it will inevitably become corrupt in the days that follow, and eventually usher in destruction.

A young and lovable newborn will become thin and old after a few decades, like a candle in the wind. And this short time is only a moment for the elves, if they establish a relationship with such a human, if they fall in love with such a human, then even if there is no accident, watch the person they love grow old day by day.

This kind of thing is probably the most cruel torture in the world.

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[This is the hope of deposit. 】

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Few of the people who traveled out came back.

Is it because the human world is changing so rapidly that they are lost and unable to find their way home, or is it because they have experienced loss repeatedly and their minds have become numb and unable to be enthusiastic about anything?

The elves are the watchmen of the world.

Dwarves and gnomes are good at creating, while humans and orcs are good at conquest and pioneering.

The elves, whose lifespan and magical ability are the highest among the five races, are perfect for them to act as bystanders of the vicissitudes of the world.

Living in harmony with all things, neither creating nor developing. There has been no change for thousands of years, it is just a matter of inheriting and maintaining the current things.

This is the life of the elves, the life of the elves.

If new things are corrupted, then don't create new things, just keep and maintain only those things that will last forever. Over time, the tradition was born.

If contact with an external alien will only usher in an unforgettable painful separation, then rest on your laurels and do not make contact.

Just like the cognitive chaos circle set up outside the village where he lives to guard against outsiders, what exists between the elves and the other races is a strange circle with a strong repulsive power - those inside can't get out, and those outside can't get in.

And this circle has been strengthened by generations of elven people, and it has become unbreakable.

That's their tradition, that's what they're supposed to keep going forever.

For example, the sunflowers that are common on the east coast are just blooming quietly from generation to generation in places where the sun shines-

This is the life of the elves, the life of Orno.

But that doesn't mean she likes it.

If you think about it, maybe before you met him, the rebellion in your heart was already ready to move.

When the dandelion season arrives, Orno always leaves everything behind and just stares at the white soft flowers that flutter with the monsoon.

Before meeting him, one hundred and seventy-three springs and autumns, day and night, were spent in this square inch of land.

It's not that life in the village isn't good, it's almost like a paradise that only appears in human fantasies.

She also understood the fact that she couldn't leave, but it still couldn't stop Orno from thinking at that time:

"If I could, like this dandelion—"

"If you ride the wind, you can go anywhere—"

Elves weren't supposed to yearn for freedom.

Elves weren't supposed to know freedom.

"You noticed that. Miss Elf whispered to the man who had combed her hair.

"The so-called experience, now that I think about it, you want me to see it clearly. ”

"For us, how fragile and filthy everything about the human world is. Full of interests and all kinds of intrigues, it is clear that life is short, but in turn he does not cherish the things around him, but only indulges his greed, and even persecuts his own kind in order to satisfy his desires. ”

"You want me to see the squalor of the outside world, so that I can lose faith in all this and keep to myself, don't you?"

"Yes. Her voice was still gentle: "But the world is unpredictable. ”

"Have you ever heard of such a saying in the human world?" Orno said, closing his eyes.

"Children who have been blind since birth are happy, and they do not lose the confidence to live because they cannot see the beauty of the world. ”

"Children who are deaf from birth are also happy, and they will not be deprived of their taste because they can't hear the wind and the birds. ”

"A child who has been alone since birth is also happy, because he does not understand the meaning of loneliness at all. ”

"Their misfortune begins with the self-deception of those around them who have harmed themselves in the name of sympathy. ”

"From the moment they realized that they were different, that they didn't own what others had, that the world they were once happy in fell apart and was gone. ”

"Just like us. The comb in her hand stopped, and she closed her eyes.

"Yes. Horno said softly.

"I don't know anything about the outside world, and because I don't know love, I don't feel pain because I lose it. ”

"If sooner or later everything is going to be lost, it's better not to meet at all. ”

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[I have been thinking about it ever since]

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"I think the ancestors of the elven clan must have set such rules because of this thought. Stay in harmony and do not communicate with foreigners. ”

And this thing evolved, and at some point it became a heavy tradition, an iron rule that everyone must abide by. ”

"Misteti. ”

"Humans call our settlement 'village,' but in Elven language, Misteti should mean that. ”

"Cradle, swaddling. ”

"It's more like a birdcage to you. The hand that she had stopped combing her hair moved again, gently and skillfully.

"The cradle surrounds our existence. ”

"But you can't live in the cradle all your life. ”

"You've grown up. ”

“...... I've been through a lot, and it's time to grow up. ”

"Being a mother for the first time and not knowing what to do. ”

"Actually, it's just making excuses. ”

"What to do about this kind of thing is clear from the moment the child is born. What should a mother be like, what should she do? She stopped combing her hair, and Horno climbed out of her.

"The moment I picked up that newborn young life, I knew exactly what to do. ”

"The outside world, all this, the emotions of human beings that are too intense, too gorgeous and too ephemeral for us. ”

"This unparalleled adventure, all of it, everything out of it that we have cut off and that we have voluntarily rejected. ”

"They have taught me many, many, many, many, countless. ”

But the most important thing is what you should do as a mother, and what you should bear. ”

This is something that no one else can teach. ”

"It's up to you. Horno stood up and smiled as bright as a sunflower at her still sitting.

"Teach me. She said.

"Mom. ”

The elven female lifted her face, and she reached out and brushed her blonde hair over the sides.

"You've grown up. ”

"Yes, and I'm already a mother. ”

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[I've thought of a name for a long, long time]

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Orno held out her hand, and at some point, a petite girl beside her took her hand.

["Istima"]

"Call Grandmother, Istima. Orno smiled softly, and the little girl bowed very politely.

Her short pointed ears and shoulder-length hair glistened in the sun, and the eyes and face that were the same as Orno's glittered with purity that nothing could compare.

[It is the name of a flower that I saw during my travels]

"Dandelions flutter in the wind, not without purpose. What it wants to find is a place where it can put down roots. ”

[I hope you can grow up healthy and happy like it]

"Sunflowers can't be as free as they are, but where there's sunlight, one day they'll bloom all over the field. ”

[I'm sorry I didn't tell you all about it earlier, I'm sorry I can only call you a witch and a witch.] 】

"I-no. ”

"We're back. Orno turned his head, smiling, but tears were streaming down his eyes.

"Well, welcome home. ”

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The sound of the howling wind came from far, far away.

Clear skies sprinkled over the crooked trees.

A squirrel scavenges through the ground beyond recognition, trying to find the fruit it buried months ago.

"Steppe-" A sudden movement sounded from the other side, and it raised its head alertly, its large, round black eyes staring in the direction of the sound, sniffing its nose and then slitting away as soon as it sounded again.

"Ha-hu-"

The breath exhaled from the mouth is no longer white.

The person who came was a white-haired girl, wearing only a close-fitting adventurer's shirt, carrying two swords, one long and one short.

"......" she approached silently, her steps getting longer and slower.

Then he stopped, and with his leather-gloved hands, he laid down a sunflower.

Not withered, but fresh, sunflowers with early morning dewdrops.

"Footsteps—" Heavier footsteps rang out, and someone else came over.

"It's a blessing to her that it didn't develop into a desperate struggle. ”

"If the situation really becomes out of control, there is nothing we can do about it. ”

"Is it a way to bind with your real name...... It's really something that no one else can do but her. ”

"Good journey, little but strong mother. The voice of "Huh-" sounded, as if a very strong and powerful person also dropped a sunflower: "I thought it would take at least a week to find it, but I didn't expect it to grow tenaciously in the wreckage of the nearby elf village." ”

"Well, in Camilo's words, it's as if some remnants of magical energy are protecting it, and it's a shame that you can still survive such a situation. ”

"Who knows—there is such a thing as life, which may be surprisingly tenacious. ”

“...... Or, in the dark, something is guarding. ”

"That doesn't sound like a joke from you, the paladin. ”

"Nothing...... It's a real feeling. ”

"Is this really the end of this matter?"

"Otherwise, Filippo, look at the big hole in front of you. ”

"Under the effect of the collapse reversal circle, there is nothing left. ”

"It's not real...... What the hell did we do at the end of the day. ”

"I was a good person two days ago, but now, there's nothing left. ”

"Is it really over. ”

"Is she really gone? ”

"I don't have any real feelings—woo—" "Mira!"

"She just did what she was supposed to do, and it was her atonement, at least it was a glorious death. ”

"What are you talking about—" "Calm down, Adolphus, shut me too!"

"Death is such a thing. ”

"How can it have anything to do with glory or atonement. ”

"Isn't this just cold, empty, and lonely, opening a hole in the hearts of those who are still alive? ”

"I'm nothing, real. ”

"Let's go. Henry reached out and touched Mira's little head.

"Let's go. ”

"Let's go. ”