Who am I?

Anta looked at the flowers on the trees outside the window and asked himself.

Why did I forget Mr. Marceau? I clearly remember Mingen and Sister Mingmei, the stakes of Sister Anne, and even more remember making delicious Sister Yang for myself... The prairie elf girl in a hospital suit turned her eyes out the window, looked at the carriage driving in, and looked at the Mr. Cat who got off the carriage, Anta frowned.

But why can't I remember Mr. Marceau?

It is said that Mr. Marceau returned him to his father, and he remembered all this clearly, but... why can't he remember it?

Getting up from the bed, Anta walked out of the room slowly. Her sisters have been working hard recently, and she is the only one resting in the hike. Her injuries are getting better day by day. Anta doesn't want to lie in the bed all day.

Mr. Cat, who pushed open the door, noticed Anta standing on the second floor, and quickly stepped up the steps: "Your injuries are all good, your sisters didn't let you get out of bed."

Anta pursed her mouth and was taken back to her room by the Mr. Cat.

"Mr. Marceau, what did I look like before?"

When he was about to walk out of the room, Anta opened his mouth, a little cautious, a little expectant, and a little afraid.

Be careful that Mr. Marceau is a great hero. What I look forward to Mr. Marceau’s evaluation of her, but what I fear is... how could I forget him?

Mr. Cat in her eyes was stunned for a moment, then walked to the bedside with a smile and sat in front of her: "I still remember the first time I saw you, when you... were in that small cage... I can't remember it, right?"

"Yes, I'm like... I've never seen you, Mr. Marceau." With his lips puffed and his lips pursed, Anta looked at Mr. Cat in front of him and shook his head.

"It's okay, I think you will remember it one day." Mr. Cat smiled and patted Anta's little head.

Such a slap made the girl with Fang Erduo feel a little comfortable, as if she recalled the little things she had when she was a child, and as if the beauty of the past had been reproduced.

However, Roland Wador's battle made Anta understand that children like them shouldn't go over and lick everyone, so they finally gave up the idea of ​​becoming a great hero. What Anta wants to know most now is to find his memory.

"Okay, I'll prepare some food for you."

Mr. Cat said this, and got up and walked towards the door. Anta subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed Mr. Cat's tail.

"What's wrong?" He was a little confused.

"Mr. Marceau... can I do some help?" There was a hint of expectation on her face.

"It's okay if you come here. I don't want your sisters to call me a waste who can't even take care of children." He had a mature smile on his face.

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I still remember when I was young, I sat on the small chair with long legs, watching my mother busy in the small kitchen, and now, Anta is sitting on the small long legs chair, while she is busy in the beautiful kitchen, offering delicious broth and rice to the little girl.

My mother didn't know how to cook, so this was the best food Marceau could eat when he was young.

Really, I don’t know if this little girl likes it or not.

He was a little nervous, but seeing the girl finishing the meal happily, Marceau finally felt that although he had been in a state of being fed recently, his skills have not changed.

"By the way, what about Gaga." The cat asked strangely.

"Sister Gaga went to ask her teacher for help. She felt that I had lost my memory with you... there were some problems." When it came to her memory loss, the little girl was a little unhappy.

Marceau reached out and rubbed the girl's little head: "But you are still a good kid. OK, go to the garden to bask in the sun for a while." As a patient, this girl should also come out for some breathing.

"Hu." Anta snored with satisfaction, as if the injuries she suffered did not defeat her.

The sunshine in the north of Canary at noon was not as vicious. Sitting under the grape trellis in the pavilion, the constant temperature array made both Marceau and Anta feel the coolness of the wind blowing. At the same time, Marceau also learned about the things Anta experienced along the way. Until the story advanced to Roland Wador, when her friends died in the battlefield, the girl finally felt sad on her face.

Yes, Anta was always unable to control her emotions every time she mentioned her friends who died in battle, but even so, this one-meter-two-meter-two-year-old girl was still the object of countless players, Valkyrie on the battlefield, Ashby's Saint, and the real master of the Anta Legion.

It was her fear of death and her desire for justice that allowed players to see the whole process of an ordinary girl transforming into a hero. It is precisely because of this that so many people gathered under her banner... just like everyone now gathered under the banner behind Marceau.

"This is a battlefield, Anta, this should not be what you should face." Marceau stretched out his hand and stroked the head of the girl in front of her, and she shook her head: "We are all born in Ashbey and grew up in Ashbey. Even if the big men with long legs turned against our covenant, this land is still our home. We don't want the bastards of New Eden to get involved in this land, don't want the forest to wither, don't want the grass to sand, and don't want the blood of innocent people to water the evil flowers... These are all said."

"So this is our job, and you, little girl, don't come and compete with us adults." Marceau smiled and shaved Anta's nose.

Speaking of which, this is the favorite little move when everyone teased Anta. Although she was a saint and Valkyrie, she was still a child after all. Players rushed forward again and again, just because they didn't want this child to die on the battlefield. You must know that there are too many heroes who died in it. Even the statistics officer who counted the deaths of the Aboriginal people changed seven ranks due to depression. The list full of blood and tears was really not inferior to her like a child.

Anta sniffled, then grinned with a red face, and then spoke hesitantly: "Mr. Marceau, will you foreigners leave when the war is over?"

"...Yes." Before I knew it, this girl mentioned this problem that many indigenous people didn't want to mention. As foreign visitors, they always appeared suddenly and disappeared suddenly: "Your sisters and I will choose to leave this world after defeating the new Eden."

For some reason, Marceau felt the child in front of him suddenly feel a little sad, but soon, the girl smiled and nodded again: "Anta also wants to do her part for everyone."

"Okay." Marceau nodded... This time, everyone will work hard to make you live to the day of victory.
Chapter completed!