Dancing is not allowed on the grave

"At that time, Nathaniel's royal palace had been destroyed and buried by a blizzard... Grezel sent people to cut down the trees here, plundered resources and treasures to build his magnificent holy city, and that building was evacuated The palace has become an excellent place to throw corpses."

In the snowstorm, Lancelot's dark pupils reflected the cold snow light, like a layer of flawless ice, making it impossible for people to see if there was a turbulent undercurrent hidden underneath.

"The silver snow foxes killed by Grezel were all discarded in the palace, together with other corpses in the Nathaniel Kingdom, as his experimental subjects - Grezel wanted to revive Isabella, he died countless times experiments on humans and animals."

"Some people were successfully resurrected by him and became walking corpses, while many more had no bones left, or only rotting carcasses, piled up in the dark and damp dungeon, oh, there was originally the underground wine cellar of the palace , used to store wine and cheese, but Grezel set up fences and prisons there to imprison the undead creatures he created, or to accumulate failed products."

"But Grezel didn't expect that those failed products he gave up had self-awareness, pieced together, crawled out of the dark abyss, and became a terrifying undead monster that made him feel afraid. "

"Those hatreds, resentments, dark sides from different bodies are always fighting, fighting each other in one body, endlessly, just like outlaws gathered in a Colosseum... In the end, only one consciousness can survive , dominate here."

"To be precise," Lancelot's voice faded, "I'm just a chaotic and evil existence with the consciousness of a silver snow fox."

"No." Searle tightened his hand, "Mr. Lancelot is very gentle, not an evil existence."

"It's just that His Highness can't hear my true thoughts." Lancelot smiled lowly, "I'm afraid that His Highness will be scared away."

"I'm not afraid." Syl looked up and looked into Lancelot's eyes. "You can tell me."

Lancelot was stunned, but he didn't dare to look directly into Syl's clear eyes, and looked away, "This is not a good place to talk, Your Highness, the wind and snow will get stronger later, and the road to the volcanic ruins may be blocked Die, we have to hurry up."

As he spoke, he knelt down and picked up Searle on his back.

"Mr. Lancelot..." Syl wanted to say a lot, but they were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say a word.

At this time, any appeasement seems meaningless and cannot change the established facts.

As for revenge against Grezel, even if Syl has the determination, he doesn't have the ability for the time being. Blind hatred can only lead to death.

"What should I do?" Searle sighed, "I really want to do something, but I can't do anything. I'm good at cooking."

These words sounded like an incompetent person's rant, but Lancelot understood that this was indeed Searle's real thoughts at this time. He smiled softly, and patted the hands around his neck comfortingly, "No, Your Highness is very strong."

"You don't have to comfort me."

"Not consolation," Lancelot said. "Remember Noah? You killed him."

Syl was silent for a moment, remembering some of his questions about the dungeon.

"Melotti said, I pulled out a sword from my back and killed Noah with one blow, but I obviously don't know how to use a sword? And... where did the sword go?"

"In you," Lancelot replied.

Subconsciously, Syl touched his back with a hand, which was always faintly hot in his sleep, "In my...spine?"

"Correct."

They have now reached the forest where Lancelot picked berries. The green canopy is like a big umbrella, shielding the violent wind and snow from the outside, and isolating a small quiet world.

Only occasionally a feather-light snow falls from the branches and melts slowly.

"A long time ago, the climate in Nathaniel was not as bad as it is now. At that time, the entire Losra continent did not respect magicians. At that time, it was recognized that the most powerful profession was swordsman."

"Warriors are bulky, mages, and assassins are too fragile, but swordsmen can attack and defend, and are flexible. The little prince of Nathaniel is a swordsman - he was born with the sword of judgment, and he was born with the sword of judgment. Growing up with this sword, you have reached the realm of the unity of human and sword before you reach the age of maturity."

Hearing this, Syl remembered his title: Adjudicator, Occupation: Swordsman.

"His Royal Highness is the unique swordsmanship genius in Losra. In his year, he had already reached the level of a sword god." Lancelot paused, and added, "The god of law, which is equivalent to the magician profession, is at the level of a demigod. , but due to the characteristics of the Judgment Sword, he is stronger than a demigod, it can be said to be infinitely close to the god level."

"What are the characteristics of the Sword of Judgment?"

"Purification, annihilation, and judgment. The feature of judgment is invalid for the innocent, and the sinful person will be wiped out directly, even the eternal god. Therefore, the sword of judgment is also called 'slaughter god'. "

Syl caught something vaguely, and asked again, "Since Nathaniel's prince is so strong, why..."

"When the palace was destroyed, His Royal Highness was no longer there. Grezel did it while he was away, and after that, His Royal Highness never came back."

Syl was stunned, "Why did he go?"

"Slayer God."

"...Isabella?"

Lancelot shook his head, "The other one, he is the dark side of Isabella."

Where there is light, there will be darkness. That god and Isabella are twins, but they can only feel the fear, pain, and resentment of dead souls in the dark hell... endless, and even the world regards it as a devil.

He was jealous of the flowers, faith and love that Isabella got, so he decided to destroy them all with his own hands.

The god, blinded by hatred, created a plague, trying to kill all life.

"Before Isabella decided to sacrifice herself to save mankind, she told His Highness Prince Nathaniel the truth about all these disasters, and asked him to kill the evil god for her. His Highness embarked on the journey, but unexpectedly After he left, Grezel destroyed his palace, buried the Dragon Mountain Range in a blizzard, and became an extremely evil place where only orcs were willing to live. The foundation, all this thief stole from Nathaniel..."

"He..." Syl swallowed the soreness in his throat with difficulty, and then asked, "Why did you do this?"

"I don't know." Lancelot shook his head, "But... At that time, Grezel relied on Isabella's favor to barely enter the level of the God of Law, and His Royal Highness is a recognized genius. Top swordsmen have always been weak."

"And Isabella once said that only His Highness the Prince can kill that evil god in Rosella, and even she herself doesn't have that ability."

"Perhaps, Grezel wants to prove that he is stronger than His Royal Highness." Lancelot said in a deep voice, "Actually, Grezel is indeed a genius in magic and potions. He extracted the plague virus created by that god." , developed an antidote, and even created a more terrifying mutated corpse plague—unfortunately, Isabella had already emerged when he developed the antidote."

"Later, Grezel frantically studied corpses, but he could resurrect ordinary humans and even animals, but he couldn't resurrect the vanished gods."

At that time, the humans in Losra had been massacred by the plague, and everyone in Nathaniel's palace who knew the truth was killed by Grezel. In later history books, he trumpeted his and Isabella's contributions, But he didn't say a word about the maker of this disaster and the missing Prince, and even completely wiped out the traces of His Royal Highness's existence.

With the continuous expansion of the power of the Holy See of the Holy Light, he promulgated decrees, preached and preached, and gradually improved the status of magicians in Losra Continent. magician.

However, warriors, assassins, swordsmen and other professions are despised as rude and brute force professions. Countless talented swordsmen were defeated because they were not trained and could not learn professional swordsmanship knowledge, and they were reduced to working as magicians. The low-level professional coolie.

"One last question." Syl lowered his eyes and buried his face on the side of Lancelot's neck.

In fact, he already knew the answer.

"The Prince with the Judgment Sword is me, right?"

Those dreams and the memories buried deep in his soul are telling him this fact.

He is His Royal Highness Prince Nathaniel, and Mr. Steward is the little fox who was left deep in the snow mountain by him.

"Yes, Your Highness." Lancelot said softly, "I don't know where you went and why you forgot about us. But... I am so grateful to see you again."

Syl was silent for a while before saying, "I also want to remember..."

He also wanted to know what happened after His Royal Highness left, and why he was reborn in another world and returned here after death, what is the connection between them.

But those memories were only fragments, embedded in the depths of his soul, and flashed in dreams from time to time, but he really wanted to fuck, but it was accompanied by severe pain.

Even those past events in Isabella's time, he subconsciously avoided, unwilling to hear people mention them.

Perhaps subconsciously, he did not want to accept that his kingdom had been destroyed, and those who were waiting for his return became corpses, buried forever in the dark dungeon.

"It doesn't matter." Lancelot said, "Your Highness can't remember it."

"It's fine now, if I really remember, I'm afraid you'll put me on the fire."

Syl finally laughed, his eyes curved into beautiful crescents, "But, I remember your previous appearance, Mr. Butler."

"Snow white...very clean and soft fur, shining in the snowy mountains and under the winter sun."

"Thank you, that's the highest compliment you can pay a fox."

"Ah, it's just this big." Syl stretched his hand forward and compared it in front of Lancelot's eyes. "It looks very fat, and the meat should be very good..."

Lancelot: "...my body has disappeared, Your Highness, even if you want to eat it, you can't eat it now."

"I'm joking." Syl hugged his neck tightly, remembering something, "Is there a follow-up to the story you told last night? The little prince released the fox back to the snow mountain, and then? They never met again ?”

But Syl clearly remembered that the little fox had brought him berries, which meant that their story was not over.

Lancelot raised his eyebrows, "Later, the little prince ran to the depths of the snow mountain to see if the little fox had gained weight."

"The little fox is in the period of moulting. Although it hasn't lost much meat, it looks thinner and thinner. It's a little dry. The little prince is very anxious, so he runs to the deep mountains and old forests every day to feed him with his palace dishes. fox."

"Occasionally he would meet hunters who went hunting in the mountains, and the little prince would warn them solemnly and solemnly: 'I will eat this fox when I grow up', and no one is allowed to catch it."

"On the day when the little prince became an adult, he ran to the snow mountain to look for the fox again. He said: 'I have grown up, but you have not, so I decided to wait until you grow up to eat.', he also said: 'Tomorrow I'm going to fight the bad guys, and when I come back, I will be the great hero of Losra, and then... then you will be the main dish at the hero's celebration banquet, which is not usually treated like a fox.'."

"But the little fox never grows up again."

Syl choked up, not knowing what to say for a while, and heard Lancelot say again.

"But the little prince didn't know that in the eyes of the fox, his act of protecting food should actually be called domestication. After he left, the little fox watched from the top of the snow-capped mountain every day, waiting to welcome his master."

In a daze, Syl seemed to see the little back, watching on the top of the snow mountain day after day, waiting for someone who would never come back.

"Mr. Housekeeper, do you know? In the world I have been to, there is a book about a little fox."

"The fox said: 'A creature, even an ordinary little creature, if it tames you, or you are tamed by it, it is unique in your eyes..."

Lancelot listened carefully to what Syl said for a while, and asked softly, "So my prince, do you want to tame me?"

Searle leaned on his back and laughed, "Nursing, I'll steal a battery car and raise you."