dedicated to violets

"Veri, wake up, you should go back."

The bonfire quietly went out, leaving only a pile of charred charcoal.

Willie curled up aside, sound asleep.The fortress was silent, the night sky was full of stars, and the icy night wind slapped people's faces with a dusty smell.

Someone patted his head and urged.

Viri opened his eyes tremblingly, and found that the surrounding area was dim. He rubbed his eyes, and after seeing the scene in front of him, he sat up abruptly.The tall city walls of the fortress are empty and deserted. As dawn approaches, the end of the horizon turns into a thin red line, as if a painter painted gouache in the sky. Above the red line, large swathes of blue-purple turn from light to dark.

The fortress submerged in the night is about to usher in the sunrise.

"It's almost dawn," said the old soldier.

He looked into the distance, dressed in armor, holding the weapon on his waist, as if he could go to the battlefield at any time.

"Go quickly." The veteran turned his head to look at him, "With us in the Nibelungen, the atrium will look after you."

Viri's eyes were hot, he wiped away his tears indiscriminately, stood up, his lips trembled, swallowed thousands of words, and said, "I understand."

The veteran laughed, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, encouraging him: "Veri, you have to live well."

At that moment, he saw countless soldiers appearing behind the veterans, they were ready to go, and it seemed that they would go far at any time.Veli had been one of them many years ago.

Viri trembled all over. Last night's experience was not a fantasy dream. It was the souls of comrades who gathered around the campfire to chat.

Time has passed, and they have long stood on the side of life and death.As a survivor, Viri could only watch them go out again.

"The rest of the battle will be left to us." The veteran stroked the top of his head and said gently, "We are all very happy to see you again, let's go out."

bang bang-

Continuous burning sounds exploded beside him.

No matter how much you miss the comrades who have passed away, you will eventually say goodbye.There was a flame beside him again, leading him to the dark west.

Viri took a deep breath and resisted the desire to turn his head back. He could feel the veterans watching him, their eyes so hot that he could forget all his timidity.He strode forward, step by step into the darkness.

The surrounding scene gradually blurred, and the morning light of dawn disappeared without a trace.There was a pulling pain in his wrist, and Viri lowered his head, only to see a rope tied to his wrist, winding into the darkness.

This is……

An incredible thought rose in Willie's mind.

He chose to believe in this rope and walked in the dark. He didn't know how long he walked, maybe it was just a few minutes, maybe it was a few hours.

He finally saw a ray of light at the end of the night.

Those terrifying fogs were about to move, trying to erode the few pure lands around him, Viri waved his hand naturally, the flame moved as he wanted, turned into thunderbolts, and cleared away the dense fog that covered the filth.

The light at the end became brighter and brighter, and even a cloud of purple light could be vaguely seen.

Viri couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, he recognized that it was the light from the violet of the scepter.

Ignas was waiting for him there, and in a trance, he seemed to see Ignas' figure, turning his head and smiling at him.Viri was overjoyed, grabbed the trembling rope with his backhand, and strode towards him.

Chirp, chirp——

Birds chirping incessantly, the noise gave Willie a headache.

He lay on the dusty ground, slowly opened his eyes, the sun was blowing towards his face, and there was no one beside him.This made him stunned for a while, suspecting that he was still in the Nibelungen, that real but false fortress.

Where did Ignace go?

Just when he was confused, a snow-white dumpling fell in front of him with a plop.

"Good morning, Willy, are you feeling well?"

In the glow of the sky, the dwarf headmaster of Tulip College, Alfred Beaver, with a long white beard, stretched out his hand to Willy.

……

"I see," Alfred let out a long sigh after hearing Viri's detailed account of his experience in the Holy City, "Igge actually meant that."

Willie was at a loss: "What?"

Alfred lifted his clothes and sat down beside him: "That's right, I haven't told you about it yet."

He pondered for a moment, as if he was considering where to start.

After thinking for a while, Alfred said: "When you were in Asgard, how did you meet Yuli? Oh, Yuli is the name of the Pope. His real name is Ulysses, the bishop Ignace twin brother."

"I know it all," Viri said, "After entering Asgard, I arrived at the sinkhole where the World Tree is. At that time, Wendini and I arrived at the foot of the World Tree."

After that, white mist rose all around, and the bishop walked out of the white mist, leading him up the stairs in the clouds.

After hearing Vili mentioning the tower, Alfred turned his head and looked at the tower behind the church: "Does the tower you mentioned look like that?"

The morning light is faint, the sky is getting bright, and the whole holy city seems to be in a dream, so quiet that no sound can be heard.

The fight between the Pope and Ignace last night caused the house to collapse, a mess, all the statues were damaged, and even the neatly maintained lawn was also pitted by the hurricane.

Only that church still maintains its previous appearance.

The high tower is covered with a layer of rainbow light, and under the sunlight, it adds a trace of inviolable sanctity.

Willie nodded silently.

"Well, Yige is still worried about Yuli," Alfred sighed. "Actually, Yige hasn't changed much, but Yuli has become something I don't even know much about."

Willie thought for a while and said, "Principal, in fact, by chance, I have personally experienced your past memories."

"Huh?" Alfred froze.

Viri said honestly: "For some reason, I traveled through time on the steps of the World Tree, and met Scotty, the goddess of fate before Ragnarok..." He paused, and then said, "And the bishop who was still a child. "

From then on, we can actually get a glimpse of Pope Ulysses' dependence and paranoia on the bishop.

Alfred's face turned red strangely after hearing this, and he coughed lightly: "I'm really embarrassed to hear you tell me about my past. What else did you see?"

"And the scene where you, the Elf King, and the bishop meet for the first time."

"Ah—" Alfred stroked his beard, "I didn't think you'd even seen this."

Willy nodded: "I don't know why I saw these memories, probably the bishop wanted me to know something." He hesitated for a while, and said slowly, "Maybe it's my illusion, I always feel that the current Pope , is not the same as the previous popes, whether it is the tone of speech or the expression, they are trying to imitate the previous bishops."

It's just that they are similar in shape but not in spirit, so you can find the contradiction at a glance.

"Twins who look exactly the same in the world are rare. Even if they look the same, they have different personalities and expressions. Over time, there will be subtle differences in facial features." Alfred suddenly remembered something, and slapped his thigh, "You Leigh must have missed the bishop to the point of madness, so he tried to imitate—"

Seeing myself in the mirror is like seeing my departed brother.

Viri couldn't help shivering. This obsession was almost pathological, and he couldn't understand it.

The two fell silent at the same time, and Willy didn't want to mention the emotional entanglement between the bishop and the Pope, so he whispered, "Actually, I saw you and the bishop discussing the name of the scepter Violet."

He witnessed the birth of Ignas in disguise, even though Ignas was just a cold, unconscious scepter at that time.

"Where did Ignace go?"

"Stoker?"

Viri nodded slightly: "He brought me out of the Nibelungen, but—" He stroked his wrist, which was empty, and there was no rope.

This made Viri both worried and afraid. Everything from last night was vivid in his mind, and the red moon turned into a gate full of thorns, covered with bones.The bishop raised his hand and threw out the scepter. In an instant, there was lightning and thunder, and the scepter landed firmly in front of the Nibelungen door. After that, he saw the door representing the dead slowly open.

The same is true in the valley temple. The door was only pushed open after Violet, who was disguised as a long sword, came out.

Alfred observed his expression, and couldn't help but laugh: "What's going on in your head? Why don't you just say it, in case I can answer it for you?"

Viri suddenly realized this time that Alfred was the one who cast the violet scepter.If there is anyone in this world who is most familiar with the scepter itself except Bishop Ignace, it is Alfred.

"Is there any relationship between Ignas and the Nibelungen?" Viri grabbed his hand as if he had found a life-saving straw, and said like a cannonball, "Only he can open the door, so he can't open the door." Only he can get me out, right, Headmaster?"

Alfred was taken aback by his excessive movements, and nodded quickly: "That's right."

"Then where is he now?" Viri let go of his hand, and turned his head in a daze to look in the direction where the gate was last night. There was no sign of the scepter there.In the darkness of the Nibelungen, the flames and the ropes around his wrists were always with him.

In the cold Nibelung, what warms him is not the flame, but the faith.

He believed that Ignas was silently guarding him outside the door, just like the thousands of fragments in the water mirror showed.

Alfred pressed his shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, Stoke is a scepter, and his life is definitely not in danger. Maybe he is busy with other things."

"When I cast the scepter Violet, I mixed a drop of Yige's blood into the body of the staff." Alfred thought for a moment, and then told the past hundreds of years ago, "Do you know the end of Yige's divine power? What is it?"

Willie shook his head, "I don't know."

Until now, he has only vaguely understood sporadic bits and pieces.For example, the bishop is amazingly talented in the magic of the spirit system and the space system, but he doesn't know anything about the others.

Alfred stared at him, shaking his head helplessly: "You child, how much do you know about the legend before Ragnarok?"

Willie: "..." He had a wooden face and didn't say anything.

The expression had already betrayed his answer, Alfred said: "Have you heard of the Hall of Valor in Asgard?"

"Hall of Valor?"

"That is the hall where the gods welcomed the undead in the past. The undead who were picked were all outstanding warriors in the atrium. The god who picked the undead was called the Valkyrie." Alfred pointed to the towering tower, "You are in the world. The Goddess of Fate, Scotty, seen on the tree is the head of the original Valkyrie."

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The author has something to say:

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Some of it is made up, and there must be a big discrepancy with serious myths.

Just look at it.