dedicated to violets

Open the heavy floor-to-ceiling curtains, the sunlight slanted down, and the room was bright.

Willie, sleepy-eyed, yawned slowly.

College life is flat and boring, but reassuring.

"Good morning, Mr. Willie, this morning's newspaper is here!" The newsboy smiled and threw a roll of newspaper into the mailbox outside the door, and greeted Willie who was standing in the yard.

Bicycles are not allowed in the academy, and newsboys can only run with their legs.

Fortunately, the teachers of the college live in a concentrated place and are well paid, and it is not too tiring to deliver newspapers with their legs.

"Good morning." Willie nodded slightly, greeting the newsboy.

After watering the flowers unhurriedly, he took out the newspaper from the mailbox, shook it open, read the headlines briefly, and glanced at the news that happened yesterday.Yesterday was calm, just like every day spent in the capital, bustling but boring.

Viri kneaded his brows, went back to the house, washed and changed, and then had breakfast.

The light fragrance of flowers floated in the restaurant with bright and clean windows. Weili just picked a bunch of flowers in the garden, carefully cut off the branches and leaves, and put them in a vase.He spread a neat tablecloth, and put the knives, forks and dishes in order.

Today's breakfast is milk, fried eggs, and bacon. It doesn't take time or effort to cook, and it's very suitable for Viri who doesn't like trouble.

He took a sip of milk, picked up the newspaper on the side, and read it while eating.

The birds chirped gracefully outside the window. Accompanied by the melodious chirping of the birds, Willie finished his breakfast comfortably, folded the newspapers he had finished reading, and put them on the bookshelf beside him.The newspapers there are almost piled up into a hill.

Willie sighed, and silently made a note in his heart - it was time to find time to dispose of these waste newspapers.

He doesn't have many classes today, one class in the morning, and he will go to the palace to teach swordsmanship to the young prince in the afternoon.

Prince Chris is at an energetic age, chattering all day long, hoping that Viri can take him out for adventures, it is really not easy to deal with him.He sighed again, kneading between his brows helplessly, and after reviewing and confirming today's itinerary again, he got up to pack the dishes and prepare to go out.

"Mr. Willie, good morning."

The students greeted him, and Willie responded politely one by one: "Good morning."

Flowers are also planted beside the boulevard, and the breeze blows through the woods, blowing head-on, carrying a scent of flowers, dispelling the lingering drowsiness.

Willie froze for a moment, stopped, and turned to look.

The large pansies in the flower bed are swaying in the wind, exquisite and exquisite, like groups of butterflies about to fly.

He clearly remembered that the flowers planted by the boulevard were obviously tulips, how could they turn into pansies?

Pansy is not expensive, and it is easy to grow. It has tenacious vitality. It can often be seen in the wild by the roadside, and it is often regarded as a wild flower.

At the beginning of the establishment of the academy, it was to provide services to nobles and grand dukes, and to cultivate knights and magicians who were loyal to the royal family and nobles. Therefore, the flowers and trees in the academy were carefully selected and must be rare and rare flowers.

A hundred years later, the enrollment scope of the college has expanded and the requirements have been lowered. Even civilians can still enroll, but the college still maintains the picky habits of a hundred years ago.Pansy, a wild flower that can be seen everywhere and has tenacious vitality, would never appear in a flower bed that is taken care of every day.

"Veri, what are you doing standing there?"

"Principal?" Willie turned around and asked in surprise, "Why did you come out today?"

The headmaster was beaming, stroked his long white beard, and laughed.He scooped up his mustache in one hand and carried a picnic basket that was too large for his size in the other.

He said triumphantly to Willy: "The weather is so good today, of course we need to find a beautiful lawn, lay out a nice picnic cloth, pour mellow fruit wine, and enjoy a picnic."

That's right, Willie thought.

Today is sunny, the wind is cool, not hot at all, it is indeed suitable for a picnic.

Willie said, "Are you alone, Headmaster?"

After all, the headmaster is not tall, and Willy can't help but worry about him, fearing that one day he will be buried in the pile of books and cannot crawl out.Now that the headmaster took the initiative to come out for a walk, he began to worry that the headmaster couldn't handle it alone.

Seeing Veri's frowning eyebrows, before he could speak, the principal took the initiative to attack: "Veri! Have some confidence in your teacher!"

Willie: "..."

He couldn't laugh or cry, and shook his head helplessly.

That's right, the headmaster is a dwarf. He looks petite, but he is actually very strong. It is more than enough to carry a picnic basket.

Willie said: "Okay, then I'll go to class first, and you have fun, principal."

"After you finish class, come to me—"

clang--

Before the headmaster could finish his sentence, the majestic bell tolled his voice.

It's time for class.Willie bid farewell to the principal in a hurry: "Principal, I'm leaving first. If we have something to do, we'll talk about it after class. See you later."

He turned around resolutely and strode away, leaving only the principal with a slender back.

The headmaster was dumbfounded, and muttered: "Young man, why are you so impatient, I haven't finished my sentence yet."

……

Holy city ruins.

Ignas sat in the wreckage of the collapsed palace with his arms around the unconscious Viri.

Alfred stood on the ruins in disgrace, directing the magicians who came to clean up the mess. Although there were only a dozen or so of them, they forcibly created a lively atmosphere.

"This time it's a surprise attack, and the troops sent are not many, only 1000 people," Alfred said to Ignas, "So what are you going to do with this floating island?"

Ignas gently wiped the dust on Viri's cheeks, and asked suspiciously: "I have no say in how to deal with the holy city, you can decide."

Alfred raised his index finger: "How can you say that, Yige handed over his inheritance to you during his lifetime, Holy City—" he smacked his lips, "it can barely be regarded as his inheritance."

Ignas raised his head, his violet eyes were as clear as water, and he said: "The Holy City is not anyone's property. The Holy See was born out of selfish desires, but everything after birth cannot be developed by one person's thoughts. The Holy See is different The current product is the result of the countless profit-seekers who joined the Holy See."

"Perhaps my father has seen through this point. His beloved younger brother is also wrapped up in the obsessive desire, unable to escape, and unwilling to escape," Ignas lowered his eyes, his eyes dimmed, "Human beings alone cannot shake the earth and the ocean. Even if the father is a protoss, he is still as insignificant as dust in the face of fate."

Alfred listened quietly, without saying anything unnecessary to echo.

Because he understands that Ignas doesn't need his approval.

Memories of the past hundreds of years also appeared in his mind, the first time he met Yige and Yuli brothers, they drank and sang happily, ate in front of the campfire, and danced hand in hand.The fire light reflected on their young faces, they seemed to be the same as time, and they would never grow old.

Alfred thought to himself, when the matter here in the holy city is over, he might as well go back to Ymir Forest and get together with his friend who is keen on dressing up as a girl.Then bring him the news of Yige and Yuli, not to mention that before he came to the holy city, he patted his chest and wrote a guarantee that he would definitely bring back all the elf cubs.

"Then what are your plans for the future?" Alfred conceived his own future arrangements, and finally he was willing to spare his thoughts to care about the scepter he personally forged.

Ignace said: "I want to go back to Fryer Forest. My first body is still buried in the forest." When he woke up, he took only his soul.He who lost his memory kept the appearance of a skeleton, and the original skeleton was still in the soil.

"Oh—" Alfred suddenly realized, "That's right, like you, it's easier to use the first body."

It's no wonder that Ignas always disappears inexplicably. Although the vigorous vitality in the oasis can help him gain a physical body again, it is not as stable as the first-born body after all.What's more, for the convenience of movement, Ignas gave up the flesh and blood body he got for the second time, and returned to the cold staff again, just to protect Viri at any time.

"I can't go to Oasis again from scratch, the best choice is to fill the flesh with the original corpse." Ignas smiled slightly, lowered his head and kissed Viri's forehead, "It is said that the dead cannot be resurrected, but luckily I Just a scepter, lucky to have my own soul."

He looked at Wei Li in his arms tenderly, and couldn't help showing a smile: "I promised Wei Li that I would travel with him, watch the wheat fields together, and be a pair of free flower farmers."

Alfred said curiously: "Then you plan to bring Viri back to Fryer?"

Ignas shook his head: "No, on the contrary, I hope you can bring Viri back to the capital. The king is safe, there are many magicians, and priests' healing spells are stored in the library. I trust you study them thoroughly."

What's more, he understood that Viri hoped to bid a solemn farewell to the comrades who died.

The moment Elvis died, the Holy See was completely destroyed, and the decades-long Violet War finally came to an end.

Those heroic spirits who died on the battlefield completed their missions, closed the gate of the magnificent Hall of Valor forever, and disappeared in the atrium together.

With the fall of the last two gods in the world, Asgard will truly become a city that only exists in legends.All its stories are only told in the bard's poems, but no one can step into the kingdom of the gods.

The world tree carefully cared for by the elves will gradually become a real towering tree, and no one can read the memories and emotions stored in the trunk and branches.

Bishop Yige disappeared into the atrium together with the remains of the god.

The only imprints of his existence in the world are the drops of blood in the scepter, the blooming violets outside the fortress of Airlight, and the fond memories in the minds of dwarves and elves.

Ignas spread out his palm, and in another dimension that ordinary people couldn't see, the rich magical elements danced freely in his palm.

Earth, Fengshuihuo, as long as he wants, he can release the forbidden spell that will destroy the world at any time.

This is what makes him special as a scepter.

He slowly closed his palm again, those mischievous magic elements wandered around his fingers and the back of his hand, as if greedy for the temperature of his palm.

"With the passage of time, the divine power of that drop of blood will disappear, and I will slowly change from the scepter of eternal life to an ordinary human being." Ignas said, "In this world, no matter who is Towards the twilight of fate, the only thing that never grows old is time."

Those flowing years will be left behind, and humans, elves, dwarves, and beasts will usher in a new future.

Alfred thought again of what Ig had said when he said goodbye.

——I am obliged to do something for this newborn world.

——I will leave you a beautiful atrium.

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