What kind of thing is life? Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoPeople from different classes, different countries, and different genders always give very different answers - but in the end, I am afraid that they are all inseparable from the word "changeable".

The trajectory of your life that you thought would not change will continue as it is done, because something that may have been a very small thing at first will never be the same again.

Kingship, state, identity, status, intimacy, these things that people are accustomed to do not exist forever. Deep down, most people understand this, but human beings, like the brilliant and colorful civilization and temperament itself, will make decisions that are very different from those of dwarves and elves when it comes to some rational issues.

Apathetic elves seldom try to hold on to something that is already irretrievable, as we have said is inseparable from their long lives. After all, love involving anything will be like a fleeting spark for an elf with a lifespan of thousands of years - even if it has been deeply loved, it will eventually be no match for the destruction of time. This long life has given them the indifference to the world, and perhaps it is this race as a mechanism for self-preservation, because no matter how passionate it is, it may not be able to sustain it for thousands of years.

Because of this, elves can never establish and maintain a country like humans, and they will not feel a sense of belonging to an organization or the like, this kind of cultural difference between races and races, which is more different than the major races of mankind, is extremely drastic and can never truly understand each other, even if a few individuals acting in human society can understand it to some extent, they will still see that human beings are trying their best to save a disaster, or when a country resists the invasion of another country, they will simply and naively ask:

"Why?"

The journey of life is inherently changeable, so wouldn't it be better to be safe and wait and see what happens? Why do we spend thousands of precious lives on unnecessary resistance and sacrifice knowing that we will inevitably be defeated?

If you surrender, you can save your life, and even if you don't have conflict in the first place, you can keep your original life, why lose everything that really exists for the sake of the concept of an invisible and intangible state that does not actually exist?

Glory, integrity, bones, and bones -- the elves who cannot comprehend these concepts of humanity will never understand the feelings of why these single beings, who are far weaker than them, go forward and sacrifice for something, and it is this fundamental difference that may determine the vast territory of humanity that is now at the top of the five races - but it is also complex, like all other things.

Hold on to the sense of honor that refuses to let go, and would rather die for the sake of their motherland - the war of the Luo'ans against the Otolo Empire army twenty-one years ago has been passed down by word of mouth to this day - but is it really a war that "makes people proud and proud even if they lose", as the older generation of Luoans who have personally experienced the Great Patriotic War always talk about?

Like our Mira, the new generation of Loans, born after the defeat and exile, like the elves, will not be able to understand the ideas that their fathers and grandparents have never forgotten.

Existing only in their mouths, they have been listening to their parents or other elders since they were children, and this past glory has become a numb and tasteless repetition after the initial yearning has been diluted by the pain of reality, like a pot of overcooked West Coast cereal paste, which is only mechanically scooped up and swallowed when eating, and never and cannot experience any of its flavors again.

For the Luo'an people, who are over thirty-five years old and have personally experienced the life before the destruction of the country and the series of wars that followed, life is changeable, they once had everything, and now they have nothing.

But for those under twenty-five, and for those born after the war, the Luoans had not experienced such ups and downs, and since they can remember, life has never been much better, as hard as slaves, or simply as slaves, flights, sickness, hunger, poverty. Everywhere is full of misfortune, every day looks as terrible as yesterday and yesterday's yesterday, let alone the future, even the past is just a vague afterimage, difficult to touch.

What kind of life these new generations of Luoan people have experienced?

We cannot say that the men and women who died valiantly for the sake of the kingdom of Loan were merely self-satisfied, and that they did not give in to an empire far greater than their own. But after this so-called great defeat but still glorious Patriotic War, the life of the descendants of the remaining Luoan people is probably far from the word "glorious".

Our Milla of the common class naturally understands this, and for those Luo'an nobles who were brave and fearless in the past, and even the descendants of the Luo'an royal family, what kind of concept is this kind of glory and pride imposed on them by their elders that they have never experienced at all, only the pride of empty shells and the glory of mouths?

It is true that the kings and nobles of the Loan people paid the greatest sacrifice in the war twenty-one years ago, which is why so many people are still willing to sacrifice themselves for the flight of the royal family in the face of defeat. But what kind of royal family is the royal family that even the country has lost?

She is different from others, she is important, although she doesn't know why she is important, but she is very important—these are the words she has listened to over and over again in her short twelve years of life.

Her Royal Highness was born in the process of fleeing, taking her mother's life on the day she was born, and then losing her father in the process of continuing to evacuate south because of the town where she temporarily lived was targeted by the Ottolo people.

No siblings, no father and mother, a lonely princess.

But she at least had those many companions who cared and cared about her—and there were, to be precise.

"You have to keep a low profile and you can't reveal your identity. "The blood you have in your body is the key to Loan's revival, and you must value yourself." They said, "We're going to do it for you, and that's what your parents and grandparents did for us." They said, and then the people who said this disappeared one by one, some ceremoniously placed on rafts according to Luo'an's etiquette, and carried out ceremonious water cremation, but more of them, just in the process of fleeing, in order to cover themselves for a loss of life, fell to the ground, and were watched by themselves disappear below the horizon behind them.

"As long as you exist, Luoan will not be a dead country. And she clenched her fists, they said, and for a time firmly believed in such a fact.

The survivors made it to the south, a place that resembles the kingdom of Loan in the past—or at least that's what the grown-ups say. They worked hard here, eventually creating a place of their own, and gradually began to attract other exiled Luoans here. Everything is so beautiful and thriving, as if it is really about to create the glory of the kingdom of Luo'an.

"May I make friends with you, Your Highness the Princess. She said the kid was wearing a traditional braid in Loan, which was six years ago. “...... "Hmmm!" she was delighted, it was the first time she had contact with children of the same age and race. She has friends, and she is no longer a lonely princess.

"No—please take her away!" But the change came immediately, and the natives of the South would not sit idly by and watch a foreign force grow rapidly, and they were scattered and once again entered into a constant escape, and the group of the ranks was reduced again and again, until one day they were no longer strong enough that any small clan could easily bully them- The patriarch of the clan said that if they could be served satisfactorily, they would be forgiven for trespassing on their territory and let them live here as slaves of a little status.

The child's mother sent her out with her own hands as a substitute for Her Royal Highness the Princess.

"I hate you. The girl with the braids said this, and she never returned.

"It doesn't matter, you are more important than her, you are irreplaceable. The child's mother choked up, and three days later she cut herself twenty-one times with a blunt knife and died.

Her Royal Highness was back to being alone, even though there were others around her, even though people kept telling her, "We are willing to die for you, you are irreplaceable." But she never forgot what the child said before turning his head, "I hate you".

"What more do we need to do for her?" "Shut up Victor!" "With so many people dead, what can such a little girl do? she can't do anything, it's time for us to think about ourselves!" Her tears soaked her pillow, but when she woke up the next day, she forgot why she was crying and how to show her emotions.

Her Royal Highness the Princess is the last royal family who is alone, powerless, and has nothing. Her actions should be in keeping with her royal status, even if she has no idea what a royal concept is.

- But if she loses these, what is left of her?

- Who would she be if she had lost her only status as a royal family?

She didn't know.

Time passed and passed, and the days since then have never improved, and the people who have been around her have gradually become more and more scarce, and in order to survive she has to start toiling like everyone else, and the adults rarely say anything like "the glory of Loan" and "You are very important", partly because of the scarcity of the population, they can no longer have their own secrets as before, and the other half, perhaps they can no longer convince themselves to believe in all this.

The work was hard, but fortunately the dirty exterior provided her with another layer of defense—at least no one would be eyeing her, she thought, and the expressionless princess only wore a false smile even to the adults of her kind.

Even if there was really a living soul underneath that smile, she wasn't sure for herself.

- Someone is coming. What are they here for?

News always spreads quickly in a small clan like this, and even if she is of low status, she can still hear the words of others. The other surviving Loans seemed to have received some news, and the woman who had tried so hard to refute Victor and desperately defended herself had gone into hiding with herself after seeing something, and she seemed to be waiting for something, and for the first time a bright glint appeared on her face, which had become wrinkled from life—she did not understand what it was, and the other party had just told herself to wait.

Waiting.

Until the flames and screams rang out, they stayed there.

"Did you fail......" she heard her say this, and the people within the clan reacted, and they began to search around for the mercenaries, and it was noisy, and there were torches. Is there a conflict between the two sides, Her Royal Highness the Dirty Princess thought aimlessly, she couldn't understand why she was still hiding here, just as she didn't understand what it was like to be a royal family, Her Royal Highness the Princess, who just lived for the sake of living, had an unchanging life, a life without fluctuations, and since then she could no longer experience any emotions, like Her Royal Highness the Princess who was like a walking corpse.

The glory of the royal family, the reason why the woman beside her swore to defend herself, and even the pride of being a human being, all of which she did not understand, nor did she think she would become aware of in the days to come—

It should have been.

That's right.

But what's going on?

Her white hair was illuminated by the light of the armor and long sword, as if she were the Valkyrie of Luo'an, and she easily repelled the three warriors of the steppe with her own strength, and the sound of sniffing sounded on the side, and Her Royal Highness turned her head to see the woman next to her staring intently at the slender girl, and her dirty hair and face like herself could not hide the taste of longing and hope that trembled from the bottom of her heart.

"Ah...... This is, why ......" The night wind blew, and there was a cool touch on her face, and Her Royal Highness reached out and touched it, and suddenly realized that she was once again shedding tears for unknown reasons.

"I have always believed that there will come a day when the great Mother Loan will not give up on us. Next to her, she also had the same expression, the palms that had become rough still retained the peaceful temperature when she held her hand when she was a child, she rushed out, the girl quickly turned her head because of the movement, and the two sides met the vision, and Her Royal Highness saw the resolute application on the clean and neat face of the girl who was much taller than her. And the other party also saw them, the white-haired girl was stunned for a moment, and then quickly turned the tip of her sword in another direction, and her movements were as smooth as if it were a beautiful picture.

"Here!" she shouted to someone, and then the two of them saw a man who was much taller than the average person rushing from the other side.

"Follow us!" the glittering girl ran over with her sword and grabbed Her Highness's hand, but just as they were about to leave, the woman behind her stopped.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can be with you anymore. She smiled at Her Royal Highness the Princess, and Her Royal Highness only noticed a dark blood stain on the other party's abdomen at this moment, but because the light had not been noticed until it was dim, it was probably not smooth to run to take her away - the girl next to her also noticed this, her beautiful eyebrows above her sparkling eyes wrinkled together, and then she turned her head and shouted at the man, "Teacher!"

The man turned his head and made eye contact with a woman who should have been about the same age on the outside, but who looked very old in the midst of all the torture.

For some reason, it was only the first time they met, but they only needed a look to understand it all. Men and girls are like mythical saviors, strangers with swords in their hands, who come to them in the long darkness.

If it weren't for the rescue of her, who would go to such great lengths.

Between people with the same thinking and experience, there is no need to speak, and everything is naturally understood and understood in action.

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long, long time. ”

"It's all Mira (fate)'s guidance, and I'm sure you'll take her away, aren't you? She said to the two men, and Her Highness could not understand how this man had managed to retain such hope for all this long time, for it was more difficult for her to say that someone had come to her rescue than to understand the status of the royal family.

――Why?

Her Royal Highness the Princess's expression was still dull, she still didn't understand what was going on, she just stood in place in a daze, looking at the other three.

"Whatever we say, we can walk together. The girl with the ponytail stood guard around them with a sword in both hands, and her words revealed a longing stubbornness and strength as her actions and appearances—"Ahhh

It wasn't until this moment that Her Royal Highness understood why she had involuntarily shed tears before.

That girl was the embodiment of the Luoan people.

Although she must have been born after the war, her shining armor and weapons, as well as her unyielding eyes, resembled the fearless Roan warriors she had listened to from everyone since she was a child.

No - more than that.

She represents hope - a long-lost hope in the hearts of the suffering Loans, who are already in a state of disbelief that they will be able to achieve a good life.

We can too, and we still are.

Embraced yes.

As the pride of the Luoan people.

We're still there.

To be like her, brightly clothed, awe-inspiring, proud, and confident to stand on this land.

Like her, instead of fleeing in the same hardship as a slave, she has the pride of being a human being.

"Go ahead. The woman said this to her, and the smile on her face was as clean and calm as when Her Royal Highness the princess had just become sensible and had a relatively stable life.

"Don't say anything. She stretched out her hand to stop the girl next to her from speaking: "I am Victoria Vodorovna, the Countess of the Kingdom of Luoan, don't look at it like this, I used to be one of the best warriors in the kingdom. You need someone who has been broken, give me a sword, and please let me be the last practice for Her Royal Highness the Princess. ”

She turned her head and looked at Her Royal Highness the Princess: "Please be sure to recreate Luo'an's past glory." ”

She said this, and the tall man next to her glanced at the scene: "It's time to go." He said this without even a word of persuasion to the countess.

The respect of one warrior for another—for some reason, Her Royal Highness felt so.

Proudly dying-yes-is it like this--the warriors of the past kingdom of Luo'an were in such a mood.

Have they not forgotten it to this day?

The girl standing next to Her Royal Highness the princess handed the long sword in her hand to Victoria without hesitation, and the pale-faced countess glanced at it, and then said with a smile that was not easy: "You are really willing......"

"Let's go!" the seekers had found the body, and when the chaos was over, they rushed in this direction, and the tall man and girl pulled her and ran into the darkness, until this moment Her Royal Highness's expression finally melted.

"Sister-"

She shouted at the countess, whose back was shrinking, and the other seemed to turn around, but then her position was overwhelmed by a multitude of torches.

"Phew—" The man whistled, and then two horses came running from not far away.

"Let's go. The ponytailed girl, who quickly turned over and got on the horse, stretched out her hand to her, and Her Royal Highness stood there for a moment with tears streaming down her face, and finally gritted her teeth, stretched out her dirty little hand to wipe away the tears, and shook the other's hand.

"Ride!" the girl flicked the reins, and the three men and two horses fled quickly into the distance in the darkness. (To be continued.) )