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The leaden gray clouds cover the sun and slowly roll in from the north, gradually covering Asgard in a dim haze. The faint thunder echoes faintly like the low-pitched roar of a giant beast.

On the empty street, two maids were holding flower baskets, looked up at the oppressive clouds in the sky, and looked a little dignified.

"Thundercloud is coming from the north... It seems that Master Saul is coming back soon." One of the maids murmured.

"Master Saul doesn't seem to be in a good mood. Could it be that he failed to catch the assassin?"

"It seems to be true. It took two days to run back and forth. If the assassin was not caught, Master Saul must be in a terrible mood. This scene is rare..."

The other maid let out a long sigh.

"Let's go back quickly. Lord Sif asked us to pick these flowers. He must have wanted to give Lord Saul a surprise. If he came back and saw Lord Sif standing among so many blooming chrysanthemums to pick him up, maybe The mood will be better." A maid sniffed the rich fragrance of flowers in her bosom, and yearning appeared in her eyes.

"The flower language of the chrysanthemum seems to be eternal love, right? I don't know if Lord Saul can understand Lord Sif's good intentions."

"Let's not worry about the matters between the gods and lords. If we slow down, we will really be unable to catch up!"

The two maids walked quickly along the dark cloud-covered street.

At this moment, a golden rainbow flashed across the sky, as if they had discovered something, circled half a circle in the air, and flew straight towards them.

Wearing an elegant dark gold dress, Braki walked out of the light, staring at the pale yellow flowers blooming in the hands of the two maids, with joy on his face:

"Lintuoju? This has a good meaning... I'm sorry, let me borrow it first!"

Without saying a word, Braki flipped his palm, and the chrysanthemum in the maid's hand flew directly into his hand, and then his figure turned into a streamer, flying away again,

"This flower is owed to you. I will come to the Eternal Garden in a while. You can choose any flower in the garden!"

As Blaki's voice faded away, the two maids stood there bewilderedly holding an empty flower basket.

"Sister... sister, our flowers have been taken away!" A maid finally recovered, and was about to cry.

The other maid didn't respond, she stared blankly at the direction Braki was leaving, and stood there like a stone sculpture.

"He is... no, it's impossible? Hasn't that lord been missing for a long time? And the Eternal Garden..." Her brows were tightly frowned, and her face was full of puzzlement.

"Sister, what are you talking about?"

"... Hurry up, go back! Go back and find Lord Sif and Lord Saul!" The maid looked extremely anxious, she lifted her skirt and ran quickly to the end of the road,

"Braki is back!!"

……

【Dear Blaki】

[Do you still remember the winding gravel path at the gate of the garden?The one we paved with stones from the holy river together? 】

[The stone in the holy river is indeed the hardest thing in the world and the closest to eternity. It has not changed a bit in the hundred years since you left.Every time Verdante came to me to borrow flower seeds, she would try to step on them hard, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't step on even a crack. 】

【Whenever I see her stubborn and distressed expression, I feel so cute...】

[I believe that the love between us will be closer to eternity than that gravel path, even if death dances on it, it is impossible to separate us...]

……

Beneath the dark thunderclouds,

Braki looked at the familiar gravel path in his memory, and recalled the letter that Eden had written to him not long ago.

The pale yellow chrysanthemum swayed in the wind, a few petals fell, swirled gently on the gravel road, and then floated towards the end of the path... The corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Holding the bouquet in his left hand, he straightened his straight collar with his right hand, like a vigorous young general who just came back from the battlefield, smiling, ready to welcome the bride who has been waiting for him for a hundred years.

Braki started to walk slowly along the gravel path to the depths.

……

[Asgard in spring is always so charming. 】

[I am sitting on the swing at the entrance of the garden, surrounded by blooming golden buds, and the warm spring breeze blows, and the fragrance of the flowers almost overwhelms me... Do you still remember the sea of ​​gold that we saw at the top of the giant country peak? ?The petals of the golden buds follow the spring breeze to fill the garden, almost exactly like the waves of the sea of ​​gold. 】

[Thanks to your reminder, I asked Sif to help solve the problem of wild jin fruit overflowing. Now the garden has been cleaned up by me, and it is as beautiful as when we first got married. 】

【If you come back, you will definitely like it very much...】

……

On the dim gravel path, the wind blowing from nowhere brought a hint of coolness.

Braki climbed up the stairs among the flying dead leaves, the bright dark golden dress seemed to be the only color in this dead world, the whimpering wind seemed to have countless low-pitched wind instruments hidden in the forest, for his Come back and play the melody of joy.

Holding the chrysanthemum in his hands, Braki stepped onto the last step. Full of expectations, he saw the scene in front of him, and suddenly froze in place.

The bleak cold wind blew across the gray-white garden, and on the dry soil, only fragments of broken roots and stumps stood alone in the wind.

There is no warm wind, no fragrance of flowers, no golden waves rolled up after the golden buds planted by her hands bloom...

Under the thunderous sky, there is only a dilapidated wooden house, which is located in the distant garden that no one cares about.

Braki's straight collar was rattling by the wind. He stood blankly in front of the dilapidated garden, like a dead sculpture, motionless.

His eyes were full of bewilderment and puzzlement... Everything was different from what he had imagined.

It shouldn't be like this...

This is not how it should be here! ! ?

Braki's pupils trembled uncontrollably. Even though he kept denying in his heart that this was his and her home, the traces clearly engraved in his memory were like someone holding a trumpet in his ears and constantly roaring Roaring, his mind went blank.

"Impossible...it's impossible." Braki's pupils were dilated, and he kept shaking his head.

"Eden! Eden! Where are you?! I'm back... I'm back! Eden!!"

He pulled out his stiff legs, and rushed forward along the path in the courtyard that was almost flooded with dust and soil like crazy.