Temperatures are rising much faster than anyone could have imagined.

Before, you still needed to wear a thick fur cloak, but now it is too hot to cover an extra layer of plate armor over a leather coat.

God, as always, doesn't care about anyone's mood, and at a time when it should be a rainy day to create a gloomy atmosphere, the dark clouds disperse and the sun shines all over the earth.

The lost horses were found nearby after the dust had settled. Mira's little unicorn was missing, so she ran to retrieve the horses. It is of the same species but is a high-level magical beast, it has a higher level of intelligence, it is more humane than an ordinary horse that is frightened and run, and it seems to instinctively have a kind of leadership temperament.

Everyone had taken off their armor, and the armor weighing a dozen or twenty grams was too much for them to bear.

The armor was placed on the horse's back, and he carried his weapon only lightly, and walked slowly with the horse.

The pace is leisurely, and there is no need to be nervous about something, and there is no need to be constantly vigilant for possible attacks.

It's over.

Since that encounter on that trip at the end of last year, so many people and things have been going on for months, and that's it.

It's over.

There's nothing real about it.

Nothing is like a heroic saga, a gorgeous, majestic, glorious ending.

It's just that it ended quietly.

It is as if the unfinished music suddenly came to an abrupt end in one place due to the death of the author or other changes, providing infinite reverie for later readers.

They couldn't even record what Orno had done, which had been discussed with Constantine and Adolphus long before he set out.

Those who traveled with them were all under the command of Stephen and Adolphus, not to mention the paladins, and even if many of the mercenaries left halfway, if they wanted to continue in this line, they would inevitably keep silent about the relationship between Orno and the witch.

Very few people know about her relationship with the witch, and only seven people have witnessed her end.

For the more majority, thousands of people who have gone through this together, Orno is just an elf they have stumbled by, and they may have watched their eyes, but they have nothing to do with each other.

Her story is destined not to be known, because whatever she did in her final stages is an indisputable fact that caused this series of tragedies.

If this spreads, relations between humans and elves will deteriorate, and some of the sorcerers who have gone berserk, knowing that it will cause disaster, will likely try to recreate it.

Some things are destined to be forgotten, and some history is destined not to survive.

The fact that she had lived, the fact that she had laughed here, the fact that she had eaten unceremoniously and unfiguratively when they first met, and finally ended it all with her own determination and courage.

will not be known.

Somehow, Mira remembered Joshua, whom she had met in the past when she was in Soradin.

I want to write a book, I want to write a story about them, I want more people to know.

She remembered the words of the red-haired young swordsman, wondering where he was now, and if he was still doing what he had decided to do.

He said that he wanted to go to the beach because Amonica wanted to see the sea, so if he traveled along the coastline, he might meet again one day.

Relaxed, relieved, and no longer on the alert.

Two days after it was over, they joined up with the large force that had remained in the swamp.

The number of people became larger, and after understanding that the matter was over, both the mercenaries and the paladins were completely relaxed as the upper leadership was no longer restrained.

Loose queue formations, unloaded armor to cool and comfortable people, noisy and cheerful witticisms and banters.

It's all about talking.

The end of the matter, such a fact.

Mira kicked and walked slowly behind Henry, her little head hanging down.

"Miss Mercenary. Stephen's voice rang out next to him.

"Yo, over there, Miss Mercenary of the Little Explorer—" She turned her head when she heard the name. "Would you like to have a drink? The tall captain of the hunting mercenary regiment wore a short-sleeved linen shirt, and he looked more effective for some reason without all his armor - he grabbed a rather large leather wine bag in his hand and shook it towards the Luoan girl.

"No, I won't drink—" She raised her hand to habitually refuse, but the stuffy feeling in her chest made Mira change her attention suddenly. The girl walked forward in two or three steps, and then almost snatched the wine bag from Stephen's hand, and then pulled off the cork with a "wave-" and poured it directly into her mouth.

"Hey, it's spirits—" Stephen was stunned by the gulp of water, but he fell silent before he could finish his words, just standing there looking at the girl who continued to "grunt" the spirits.

Henry and Filippo in front of them also stopped and looked back at her. Adolphus and Camilo continued to discuss various matters further afield, the two of them were ultimately related to the various institutions of the Empire, and a large part of the responsibility for the aftermath fell on them, more than the free mercenaries who came and went freely.

"Goo-a

"It's so spicy, it hurts—" she cried, but she couldn't hold back her crying or break down, just standing there quietly wiping her face.

Henry handed the reins to Filippo and walked over and stood beside her.

A "click" sound sounded on the other side, and Erica, who had held the Mithril spear horizontally and was fixed in the saddle, glanced condescendingly at this side, and after his eyes lingered on Mira for a moment, his eyes met Henry: "I'll borrow this horse, and I won't be with you anymore." ”

"The aftermath of the matter, the empire has the work of the empire, and the druids also have the things that the druids should do. Erica said, "It's not good if the news leaks out, this head can't be opened." ”

"Hmm. Henry nodded in agreement.

"Then goodbye, oh yes. Erica was about to leave, but suddenly stopped: "You haven't seen them for a long time." ”

"It's easy that the half-dead old man looks gone, and they will be happy to see it. ”

"Now is not the time. Henry shook his head, this time denying her.

"Hmph. Erica shrugged, then sped off in the other direction without stopping.

The sound of horses galloping "Knock knock knock" came, and the highly skilled red-card mercenaries were also first-class in controlling the war horses. Many people stopped talking and watched, after all, just being on the same team as a red-carded mercenary was enough for them to go home and brag about it for a long time.

"The dead are gone, and the living have something to do next. Henry handed Mira a water bladder, and the red-faced Miss Loan reached for it, but it seemed that because of the effect of the spirits, she couldn't catch it and almost fell to the ground.

"Teacher...... I'm sleepy. ”

"If you are sleepy, just rest. ”

"Rest well. The sage reached out and caught the girl, and despite being over a meter and seven meters and exercising, her body was still slender and weak compared to Henry.

This young shoulder has already borne too much pressure that it should not bear, and if you want to say whether you have ever felt heartache and unbearable, then the answer is probably yes. But Henry has no regrets leading her down this path.

It was her own choice, with that indomitable courage.

From the moment they met, Henry knew that this girl would not be willing to continue to be an ordinary person.

She was destined to never grow into an ordinary washerwoman, toiling for a living, and doing a repetitive ordinary life every day with her rough palms.

These hands were born to hold the sword.

And those feet should be on the road to tomorrow.

"Growing up is always accompanied by labor pains. ”

Mira closed her eyes began to breathe in an even, whispering breath, and Henry took her sword off and hung it on her horse, then carried the sleeping girl of Loan behind her.

He did not carry Kramer on his back, and the warmth and reassurance from his broad shoulders gradually loosened the girl's frowning brow after she had fallen asleep drunkenly.

"It's okay to indulge yourself briefly because of this labor pain, to be in pain, to get drunk, to run away from it all. ”

"There is no one who can withstand all the pain without frustration. ”

"Even if it's a broken jar, it's fine. ”

"Even if you are discouraged and fall to the bottom. ”

"As long as you don't give up hope, you can get back on your feet again. ”

"Pick up the pieces piece by piece and put them back together. ”

"Grab the sharp rocks on the cliff and climb up from the valley floor bit by bit. ”

I don't know if Mira, who is already asleep, can hear it, but Heng said it in his usual steady tone.

The wind that had been stopped for a long time was blowing again, but it was already early spring, and the wind blowing on a sunny day was no longer cold.

A warm wind blew through the dead woods, and a flock of wintering birds in the sky began to migrate north, having spent the winter further south, and were now about to return home.

The speed of natural recovery is faster than anyone thinks.

All this that happened, for the young white-haired girl, all this unforgettable, under the power of nature, in the vicissitudes of the world, but it is only like graffiti left on the beach.

When a high tide hits a wave, there is nothing left.

Horno's story will not be known, and there is no brilliant ending.

It is reasonable for them to seal it all away so that it will not be used by people with ulterior motives.

The truth of the incident would have been better if it had sunk to the bottom of the sea and not be known to anyone, and what had happened in the final stages of the depths of the forest was witnessed by only the seven of them.

But.

And that's okay, right?

Erica, who was galloping off in the distance, clenched her fists to her chest.

Camilo, who was talking, suddenly stopped and looked deep into the forest, and Adolphus, who noticed that the other party was no longer answering, also looked at the magic master's gaze, only to turn his face back and hang his head after a while.

Stephen handed the wine to Filippo, and the young man hesitated for a moment, then pulled out the cork and took a sip.

Henry carried Mira on his back and picked up the less steep terrain with a steady pace.

The girl who was already asleep muttered, and two lines of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

Even if it won't be known by many people, even if there is no so-called magnificent heroic ending.

They remember her.

Remember them.