On the outskirts of Rift City, the black light tower by the lake.
"The color of my hair and eyes have completely changed, but my mother didn't even notice. Really, is it so important to have one more person like my father?" Illya was complaining to Joan of Arc in the guest room on the second floor.
"Ahaha... If you have someone you like, you won't want anyone else to like him." Joan looked like she didn't know how to respond at all, and answered while looking at the sky.
"No, I like Sister Jeanne very much. If anyone likes Sister Jeanne, I will be very happy."
"Uh...thank you?"
Gallus, who was about to knock on the door, accidentally heard these two words, shook his head and turned to leave.
When he returned to the Black Light Tower this time, he originally planned to send Illya back to Sylvia so that his daughter could avoid contact with those members of the Dark Brotherhood. Even if he had to be punished by his wife, it was acceptable.
But this plan completely went bankrupt after meeting Kaliya, whom he hadn't seen in nearly twenty years.
It was supposed to be a happy reunion, but it completely changed after the "old love" Kalia appeared. In the past two days, they had several fruitless debates about "who came first."
Although it was clarified that Joan of Arc was not his daughter and Cicero was not his son (?), Silvia still guarded her tightly. Not only was the temporary residence arranged in the tower quite far away, but as long as the two of them had a conversation,
If there is any sign, she will appear nearby immediately.
Perhaps because elves live longer, Kallia was confused about relationships before, and now she is completely unaware that she is being targeted. But the problem is that she wants to take Gallus away this time, and the reason is "secret".
But Sylvia was so angry that Gallus must be told the truth.
But... I can't explain it. He and Kalia are the "Nightingales" under the Lady of the Night [Nocturnal], and they are going to hunt down the third "Nightingale" who finally left the nest and accidentally exposed himself.
Mercer Frey, you can't say this kind of thing in front of so many witches waiting to see the excitement.
"You want to find an excuse to abandon us mother and daughter again? Okay, go with that elf, but don't expect me to wait for you for another twenty years." Sylvia said before the conversation broke down yesterday.
As soon as he said these words, he really couldn't leave without any reasonable explanation. After all, Sylvia would stay in this place with an unfavorable geographical location near Rift Valley City for nearly twenty years. The biggest reason was that this place
It was the place where they first met. If Gallus changed his mind one day, he could easily find her.
Due to the racial advantage in lifespan, Kallia has almost no change from twenty years ago, so she can not care about the twenty years of separation, but Sylvia cannot. Even if witches live longer than ordinary people, time still remains
The faint mark left on her face, if she made up her mind to take her daughter away and never see him again, then Gallus really had no way to get her back.
He came to see Joan of Arc mainly because from his interactions with her these days, he could feel that she was a very experienced person and might be able to offer the best of both worlds. But judging from the few conversations between Joan of Arc and Illya,
, she is also obviously a novice in relationships.
——20:19——
"Hey hey hey~ (hearts)" When Gallus was about to go to Sylvia to talk in detail again, the weird clown appeared in front of him: "why so serious~ (squares)"
Why so serious?
"I warn you not to attack any of them." Gallus glared at him.
According to experience, every time Cicero said these words, he would always cause some big or small trouble. Either Astrid and Nazir would have to clean up the mess in the end, or he would be chastised before he could act.
De beat and stopped - the girl who always looked at people with a look of disgust on her face was really unambiguous when she started to attack.
"So, I can take action against you~ (Spade)" Cicero raised his hand, holding a sharp psychic poker between his fingers.
Is this guy crazy enough to take action against his own people? No, he seems to be just a listener of the Night Mother, and he is not originally part of the Dark Brotherhood...
As if completely unaware of Gallus's vigilance, Cicero began to circle around him.
"My mother once told me a story ~ (Hearts)" Cicero said, "There was a young nobleman from Windhelm who died in the war, and his two wives started fighting for his only son.
"
"Wait? Two wives?" interrupted Gallus, who was currently very sensitive to similar topics.
"Hmph...the child's biological mother and stepmother, do you understand that? (Spade)" Cicero replied rather unhappily.
"Uh, please continue." Gallus raised his hand in greeting.
"The two women had different opinions, so they took their children to find Lord Ulfric of Windhelm City for comment~ (Plum Blossom)" Cicero continued: "The lord said, 'Since you can't argue, let each of you take half.
.', so he slashed at the child with his sword, and the child's biological mother subconsciously let go, and then the child was dragged away by the stepmother, so Ulfric awarded the child to the biological mother ~ (Heart Peach) Hehehe ~ (Heart Peach
)."
"Well..." Although the connotation of the story is very simple, the person who wrote the story is a bit interesting. Does he want to express that Ulfric is too simple and rough in dealing with things, or is he insinuating that the "shawl blond" is too powerful?
So that Ulfric can only make decisions on such small matters?
"So~ as long as I cut you in half, the problem will be solved~ (Spade)" Cicero shuddered and was already waving the poker in front of Gallus.
No matter how much you think about it, you won’t be able to solve it!
Zheng—touch!
A beautiful arrow with a dark glow came through the wall and directly shattered the summoning object in Cicero's hand. Then, Illya hurried out with the "Nightingale Bow" and shouted:
"Don't hurt my dad!"
"Ah~(Spade) Ulfric was killed by that kid~(Heart)" Cicero made a face and turned around unsteadily.
It seems that we really need to find a way to solve this matter. If we just leave it like this, our daughter will be worried, Gallus thought as he looked at Sylvia and Kalia who appeared at both ends of the corridor almost at the same time.
——20:44——
A moment later, the living room on the first floor of the Black Light Tower.
"Eh heh heh? I'll make the decision? No, no, no -" Illya's eyes widened.
"Resign yourself to your fate," Joan of Arc, who followed next to her, patted her shoulder: "He was just playing the game of 'whoever comes to save him first' with Cicero, and then you showed up."
"Do daddy a favor, Illya." Gallus lowered himself so that his eyes were level with his daughter's, and clasped his hands in front of him in a sign of supplication: "If it is your decision, they will definitely not have any objections.
I can see that Aunt Kalia also likes you very much."
Gallus glanced at Joan of Arc as he spoke, and sure enough, he looked disgusted again.
"Really, okay, I'm just going to listen to the reason why I refused to do it even though I could just ask my mother to follow me." Illya breathed out, turned around and sat on the chair.
"Well, actually," Gallus looked at Joan of Arc beside him. He felt that she probably didn't care about this secret even if Malachis said he would. So he explained: "As for the one who has been protecting you,
The 'Nightingale Power' can now be transformed into a Nightingale Bow..."
In the past, the three giants of the Thieves Guild went from being friendly to each other to turning against each other and then forgetting each other. Gallus said it in a few words. There was no need to talk about the specific grievances and grudges in detail to the child.
"Well, so dad, you and Aunt Kalia are going to the Dusk Grave to capture a man named Mercer Frey, but you don't think mom is in the way?" Illya tilted her head.
"Of course not!" Although Gallus was confident that these words would not be eavesdropped, if Ilia said them directly, no one could save him.
"That is Ms. Nocturnal's realm in Nirn, also known as the realm of light and shadow. Neither light nor darkness can enter. Light will be swallowed by darkness, and darkness will be burned by light. Entering
One must be good at moving between light and shadow in order to pass smoothly," Gallus said.
"In other words, people who are too inclined to good or evil, lawful or chaotic cannot become a 'Nightingale'. [Nocturnal] itself belongs to the 'Absolute Neutral' camp." Joan of Arc said a series of words.
It's a strange wording, but it makes perfect sense if you think about it carefully.
I don't know if it counts for someone like her who can switch between black and white with ease, Gallus thought as he looked at her white armor at this time.
"Mom is quite fair, but Aunt Kalia is dark-skinned, um..." Illya said to herself, holding her chin.
"Hush - my good daughter, you can't say these words!" Since we haven't been together for a long time, Gallus couldn't move to cover his mouth for a while, and he was sweating anxiously.
Although I immediately thought of the excuse "I was influenced by Ms. Nocturnal's priesthood, so I have two boats," but if I really dare to say it, I'm afraid Sylvia and Kalia have not yet
When he realized it, he had already been repaired by the Lady of the Night - and he didn't even have the upper hand!
"Illya is teasing you. Do you really think that your daughter is a fool like you?" Joan of Arc patted Illya on the back and continued to look at Gallus with a disgusted face.
"Ah?" Gallus looked at his daughter who was covering her mouth and her eyes were smiling like small crescent moons. Afterwards, he realized that he was indeed stupid: "Is that so..."
After all, she is the daughter she has not seen for many years, and she always wants to give her good things. No matter what she says, she takes it seriously. In the end, she doesn't even notice that she is joking. However, since she can joke, it at least means that the relationship between father and daughter is closer, right?
"I'm going to talk to mom. Dad, please don't run around." Illya put down her hand, got up and walked out of the living room.
