She remembered that she was injured and stabbed into her body by several scimitars. She managed to grab one of the handles to prevent further damage. The sharp blade easily cut her fingers open, and the slippery blood made it difficult to grasp. There was a stalemate.

At the last moment, the Turks who were fighting with her for weapons suddenly raised their heads, with panic on their faces. The elf heard the sound of horse hooves, and the Turks dropped their scimitars and turned around to run away. Christina became the temporary winner, and she fell on her back.

Next. The world of elves gradually becomes silent and then becomes dead.

When she opened her eyes again, her surroundings had changed. The pain had disappeared, and only the smell of flowers was so strong that her thoughts stopped.

There were blooming flowers everywhere, some in red and white, some in complete pink, and even gorgeous crimson. The wind blew the grass low, bringing along countless small dots of red cherry blossoms, like the rising tide of the sea, and she stood out of reach of the waves.

When you reach the edge, you are surrounded by the fragrance that has nowhere to hide.

She couldn't find even a single rose or violet in it. This was not a place she was familiar with. The elf walked along the edge of the sea of ​​flowers, being careful not to take a single step, so as not to destroy the beauty she had never seen before. It was a dream.

Right? Well, it must be a dream, she guessed. The blood-stained shirt disappeared and was replaced by a long skirt that she had never seen before. The cuffs were so wide that they touched the ground. She did not remember that there were similar clothes in the wardrobe. A lady had never seen anything like this before.

Don't wear this style.

She might be walking in the right direction, as a vague outline of what looked like a building appeared in front of her. Thank God for the elf, even in a dream, she was at a loss for where to wander.

It is a viewing pavilion built of mahogany. It lacks the common diamond-shaped spire. The small pavilion is slightly square. The four corners extend forward beyond the main body, and the end is carved into the shape of some kind of animal. Flowers, plants, pavilion

, everything he saw and heard was so familiar yet unfamiliar. In the center of the pavilion stood a person, with platinum hair hanging down to her waist, and long, pointed ears. The woman was wearing a strapless long dress common in the capital, except

The dressing styles of the two are almost identical.

Historically, there were two high elves in the empire, and the other was the mother. The elf's heartbeat was pounding. Before that, she had forgotten the existence of the heart.

"Mom?" Christina asked tentatively. The elf woman's back was turned to her, so she couldn't see her face.

Her back seemed indifferent, but even the elf couldn't control his pointed ears, so Christina knew she was listening.

"Mom, mother..." Tears welled up and became a curtain of water that disturbed her vision. She switched to Elvish, which her mother had never allowed her to do. You have to do as the Romans do in your own country, daughter. My mother always kept saying this.

By the way, even her name was changed.

The elf woman's shoulders shrugged. Is she crying?

"Daughter, why are you here?" As soon as the words came out, they were in human language, and she still didn't look back.

Christina could no longer suppress her longing. She stepped forward and grabbed her mother's shoulders, asking her to face her.

She really regretted doing this. There was no good flesh left on her mother's face. Her green eyes were replaced by cloudy and suppurating balls. Maggots burrowed in and out of her pale skin. The once tall and delicate nose became an irregular black hole.

Her long platinum hair, which reflected sunlight, also turned a straw-yellow color.

"Don't look at me." The mother covered her face and cried bitterly. Those were not tears, but white insect eggs slid down her fingers that had turned into bones.

The world has also changed, right before her eyes, flowers are withering in patches, and the smell is worse than a drunkard drowning in a ditch. Lightning shatters the earth, dark clouds replace the blue sky, raindrops hit the pavilion, and the noise is drowned out

She heard her mother's cry. She stretched out her hand, and raindrops fell on her palm and flowed to her forearm. It was blood, thick scarlet and with a pungent smell.

Another bolt of lightning was thrown, striking through the roof and hitting the mother. The mother was set on fire, and the flames licked her rotting face.

"Come on, kid, come on!" The hand stretched forward in the flames had no trace of flesh and blood.

"Ah...!" Christina screamed in fear.

A black-haired woman rushed forward and hugged her with all her strength. Christina felt the other person's body temperature and plump breasts, and she was suffocated. It was Emily. It turned out that I was not dead. My old friend cried bitterly.

, using her pajamas as a towel to wipe her nose.

In a dazed state, she accepted the Archbishop's condolences. She must have been able to recover because of his full prayers. The elf looked at the Archbishop's bare head and gradually pieced the memory together into a line.

The elf who survived the disaster wanted to get out of bed to express his gratitude, but the archbishop gently persuaded her and said with a smile that he should thank Christina for her unremitting fight against the pagan butcher for the believers. The archbishop held a high position and was too busy with worldly affairs to stay for a long time.

After exchanging greetings, he stood up and said goodbye. Before leaving, he warned the elf a few more times to rest more.

Maya accompanied the archbishop out of the room, and it turned out that she was here too. Where was Victoria? The elf looked around, and there were only three of them in the room.

"Where am I?" Christina leaned against the bedside. It was obviously impossible for the Archbishop to go to the border province. She looked out the window and saw a familiar street scene.

"You're welcome." Emily expressed her attitude carelessly, seemingly modest, but actually showing off.

If a mage wants to cast spells in various extreme situations, he needs a calm mind and judgment. Emily originally had the same, she was a woman who could stay focused despite the rain of arrows. But when she saw the dying Christina, she still

She was panicked. The precious teleportation scroll was clearly placed in the middle of the leather bag, but she searched for it three times without finding it. The mage simply turned the package over and picked out the priceless scroll from the debris on the ground.

Victoria refused to leave again. After tasting the taste of winning in desperate situations, the girl became addicted and eager for more. She had more important considerations than escorting her childhood idol home. Victoria wanted to hold on tightly to this

This victory will be magnified infinitely. For the sake of the future, my father will probably not allow her to participate in military operations again. So it is okay to go back. I will wear a laurel crown on my head and lead this heroic team back in triumph, bathed in the roses flying in the sky.

Among the petals.

Let the whole empire, especially the father, know that their princess has grown up.

In order to appease her inner guilt, Victoria asked Maya to go with her. At least I sent the only person who could use the medical power. The princess assumed that she also made a sacrifice.

A flickering purple halo of light burst out and took her "good sister" away. The princess clasped her hands together and prayed for the elf's recovery.

"Knight Steve, please go collect the war horses left by the Turks." Victoria gave the order, "Mr. Meyer, take your people to pick up all the flags that can be found on the ground. Yes, the ones with curves on them.

of the month.”

A plan quickly formed in her mind, and the princess went ahead with it.

Sir Lancelot was still standing behind the princess, his eyes seemed to be looking at a stranger. Sir Lancelot suddenly felt that Victoria had changed, and the distance to him was like the stars in the sky.

The teleportation spell on the scroll is just a simple and crude distortion of time and space, pulling and tearing two spaces thousands of miles apart into a ball, and the recipient's organs will also be severely impacted. Compared to the artistic magic of elves, humans are simply too powerful.

Too eager for quick success and instant gain. It’s not like Maya has never experienced teleportation before, but this is the first time that it has been so rough.

She hugged the crystal ball in the teleportation room tightly and found a fulcrum in the upside-down and rapidly rotating field of vision. The price was very heavy. In front of the apprentice, the stunningly beautiful dark elf nun vomited. She almost didn't sleep all day and night.

She didn't eat or drink, except for some gastric juice, she didn't leave much on the floor. Since no one was holding her hair up, the ends of her white hair were stained with a lot of dirt.

The next experience scared her out of her body. The underground residents all have severe fear of heights. The mage pulled her to a floor-to-ceiling window and pushed her down directly. Maya screamed in utter embarrassment.

Even though the slow-falling spell took effect quickly, she still collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up. No passerby came to help her. Who called her an "evil dark elf"? No matter how beautiful she was, it was useless.

The mage then landed with the unconscious Christina. She had to find a rope to tie the elf around her waist, which took some time.

By the time the two women worked together to carry the elf into the capital's cathedral, Christina had stopped breathing. If she hadn't encountered the archbishop giving a sermon in person, perhaps the elf would have really died. The class of priests is similar to that of mages, and the archbishop passed

The magic gained through prayer can only be imagined in dreams by ordinary priests.

"...Thank you." The elf leaned against the pillow and gradually closed his eyes.

Emily covered her with a quilt and planted a kiss on the elf's forehead. Maya closed the door gently, leaving the elf sleeping alone in the luxurious guest room of the cathedral. She would sleep for a long time, and the near-death experience was harmful to both the body and the spirit.

It will cause strong stimulation, and even though the body has recovered, it will not be able to bear it psychologically for a while.

Only sleep can bridge the gap between the two.

With the expectation of seeing her mother again, Christina fell asleep.

No, let's wait, she thought again of that face that was no different from a dead bone.

Maya and Emily walked out of the church one after another. The mage was talking about having a big meal, so she invited Maya. Of course, the dark elf would be happy to go home and face a cold pot and a cold stove. If it wasn't for a

When the priest stopped her, the priest said that the Archbishop had invited her, and Maya was flattered. She was just a nun who could perform some elementary magic, so how could she be privately received by the head of the church.

The dark elf knocked on the door three times and received permission to enter. The archbishop walked around the desk and held her hand. He said that there was a difficult task. Although Sister Maya had just returned from the front line, it was her responsibility.

Please do not refuse.

Oh? The dark elf raised an eyebrow, looking very provocative. She didn't mean it, some temperaments are inherent. If it were an ordinary man, I'm afraid he would have been busy swallowing his saliva. Even if she was wearing armor,

Covered in blood, with white hair as messy as a chicken coop, and smelling of sweat, Beauty still stubbornly refused to abandon her. The archbishop smiled and let go of her hand. If he didn't serve the goddess sincerely,

What qualifications do you have to ask her to grant a miracle?

The archbishop's words were concise and concise, and Maya understood that she was going to the front line to fill the gap. The male priests were either too busy or unwell and could not take orders. As for the nuns, the archbishop smiled bitterly and shook his head. The church could no longer cover up another scandal of an affair.

Godly nuns are not there to warm Mr. Wood's bed, the archbishop expressed.

He believed that the dark elf Maya would never succumb to the brave Lord and become one of his "trophies" that could be compiled into a pamphlet. The dark-skinned nun took the order and left. The archbishop recalled her bumpy, petite figure and prayed to God again.
Chapter completed!