Magical Sky

"Naswell has been testing us, and courage and blood will be proved at this moment. Soldiers, open the way to the tree of the God of War with your bravery, in the name of Naswell."

Lord Morris shouted loudly in a fanatical tone. He rode the white horse with good blood between us, and the afterglow of the sunset shone on his high sword, flashing pale yellow light.

Although his mobilization is still as firm as ever, the atmosphere of despair is infecting everyone's hearts. The barrel of the gun in his hand was cold and heavy, and the heat in his chest had already turned into ashes. Everyone around me is as tired as me, and the blood in his eyes is enough to stain the sickle hanging above his head.

The enemy's siege wood is still hitting the gate, like the anger of the God of War knocking on a huge drum.

A companion suddenly fell down and hit the ground with a long gun. No one is in the mood to care whether he is still alive or not. When the gate is opened, who can get rid of the fate of death?

"In the name of the god Naswell." Lord Morris shouted again, and I shouted with him.

Damn Orc, come on! There is anger in my heart, and there is only the desire for battle in my eyes. The guy in front of me is still shaking his legs with the sound of the impact of the city gate, which makes me very disdainful.

The roar of the orcs outside the city has never stopped. The soldiers on the wall are still struggling to repel the enemies who are trying to climb up with ladders. * The ammunition has already been used up, but there are more and more enemies outside the city.

What exactly is the story of the bodies piled up everywhere? Until now, I found that I had never really figured it out. But what does it matter? I will fight bravely to the end, and I will die with dignity like the hero I played since I was a child.

I will not leave any regrets.

Is there really no regret? In my chest, there seems to be something reminding me that there is something in my heart that I can't give up. That thing clung to my chest. It was so small that it was often ignored by me, but it conveyed some kind of entanglement.

It's a silver pendant, a small silver pendant with rough workmanship.

He held the gun barrel tightly with both hands and resisted the impulse to take it out of his collar and touch it. I dare not see it, because I deeply know that once I do that, some emotion in my heart will defeat me in an instant, and I will no longer be able to pick up the long gun in my hand.

Lala, I'm sorry.

I never knew that I wanted to see you again so much.

*

Lala is a strange girl.

That's what I thought when she was a child.

Every child likes to listen to the adventure stories sung and told by bards, but no one is as obsessed as her. She can sit in the corner with her chin and listen to it all day, even if she can recite those stories. She will pester the storyteller and ask how the magician in the story uses magic, even if even five or six-year-old children understand that magic is just a lie.

"Don't be silly. There has never been magic in this world. It's all a lie to children." When I was a child, I always liked to pretend to be an adult.

"There must be," she said unconvincedly with her mouth and wide eyes. "I know there are some. It has been there a long time ago."

"Don't daydream," I proudly patted the wooden sword on my back. "Even if there is, no warrior is powerful. Look, in the name of Naswell, when I am a little older, I will definitely become the best soldier, and then be canonized by His Majesty and become a real knight."

A civilian child like me can't be knighted unless he has made great achievements.

"Humph," she made a challenge in a childish voice that made me laugh at that time. "Before you become a knight, I will definitely become a magician."

The next day, I told her words to others as a joke, and then it spread. "Magician Lala" has become a nickname that everyone makes fun of her. Everyone knows that real magicians do not exist, and the "magic" made by the gypsies who occasionally come to the town to perform are also full of lies.

Yes, everyone knows, except Lala.

Shortly after that, I left my hometown with my carpenter father to work for a nobleman's new villa in the countryside.

It was several years later that I saw Lala again, when I joined the army despite my father's opposition. However, since there has been no war in the Kingdom of Fair for nearly 30 years, I can only stay in a small town escort, and the dream of becoming a knight is still as far away as a star in the sky.

That day, when it was my turn to patrol the town, I hid in the sentry post to play cards with my companions. At this time, the captain of the guard came in.

We didn't even have time to clean up the cards. We quickly saluted him and were ready to sneak out to do what we should have done before his anger vented.

"Qias." He stopped me.

I stood up with a little guilty, waiting for his lecture.

He just said casually, "Someone reported to me that there was a new mover in the southernmost part of the town. The behavior is a little strange. Go and have a look."

"Yes, captain." I answered loudly.

"And," he coughed, as if casually glanced at the cards on the table, and his voice turned down. "Go and call those guys back."

As soon as I heard his words, I knew that he must have left some Ferrans coins in his pocket that had not been collected by his wife. The captain is actually easy to bet. As long as he still has half a Ferrans coins in his pocket, his hands will itch. Unfortunately, unlike us, his home is in this town, and that salary can be paid by him all day long. The wife with chicken feathers was searched to death. It is precisely because of this that when his pocket is empty, he can't see us playing a few hands, especially when we are on duty.

When I walked on the street, I still felt a little unlucky. Those guys began to play again, but I had to run to see the damn guy who came to the town. The peaceful times did not give me a chance to be promoted. Don't you allow me to be lazy?

As soon as I got to the south of the town, I saw the newly built simple wooden house. I remember that the last time I came here, there was no such a wooden house. However, I can't remember when the so-called "last time" was. It must be quite conscientious to see the scenery from the window of the post in this town where no rabbits have not seen many rabbits.

The wooden house is a little far away from other houses, with some jin trees on both sides. Before I got to the door, my nose smelled a non-sting but strange smell from it. It was strange, but it didn't feel like the usual chicken manure in ordinary farmers. It seems that I smelled it somewhere when I first joined the army.

knocked on the door, and no one answered, but a slight sound from inside indicated that someone was indeed there.

So I shouted, "The guy inside, come out." Ah, then Will God will forgive my rudeness? Anyway, this guy made me out of the game.

However, no one responded.

So I kicked the door unhappily, and the door was kicked open without a back buckle.

The room is messy, with everything, and there are some that I can't name. A thin figure is turning his back to me and fiddling with something on the wooden table. Obviously, it is a woman, and she should be very young.

Since I am a woman, I can't be so rude. After all, I am a person who wants to be a knight and respects women... especially girls, which is an important one in the knight's charter.

"Cough, miss," I walked into the room, "someone reported to me that you..."

"Ah, what?" She said without looking back, "I'm sorry, I'm not free now. Salt, sulfur, carbon powder..."

After turning over a dilapidated book, she put it in her arms, began to pour a few packages of unknown things into a jar, and then stuffed an oil twist into it: "It should be enough to light the fire and recite the spell.

Spell? I couldn't help asking in surprise, "Miss, what are you doing? Or, what do you want to get?"

"I don't know yet," her tone was obviously combined with nervousness and excessive excitement. "Maybe it will turn into a monster, or there will be a portal or something. It's my first time to do it, ah, I really want to know."

She eagerly lit the oil twist, and then took out the book: "Spell, spell... Thunder's fury, wind's whirlwind, danger, run... Why is this spell so strange?"

Dangerous? Run quickly?

With a roar in my mind, I suddenly thought of what she was fiddling with. Salt, sulfur, charcoal powder... and then light the fire...

Oh my God?!

Before I had time to think about it, I reached out to hold her and ran out. She was still struggling not to leave. I didn't care whether she wanted to leave or not. I picked her up and rushed straight outside.

"What are you doing?" She shouted angrily in my arms, "My magic is about to succeed, you...huh?"

I don't care about what she said. She was still running far away. Suddenly, there was a roar behind me, and a wave came, and I fell on the ground with her.

I was secretly glad that I ran in time, but I saw the girl looking at her room in a daze. I looked back and saw that half of the wooden house was missing, and the other half was still burning, and a thick smoke was rising.

"Magic, this is magic," the girl's voice is not like a child who just escaped from death, but like a child who got candy from an adult. "Qias, you see, I succeeded, I knew magic existed."

Please, this has nothing to do with magic... Wait, how did she know my name?

I looked at her and saw that although her childish face was dusty, it was a little familiar. Her hair was not long, and her eyes were as bright as stars.

"Lala?" I was shocked.

"You mean it's not about magic?"

La sat on the ground, regardless of the dirty dress that was not clean. She held her chin with her right hand and squeezed the corners of her mouth tightly. Her eyes, which had been burning out, glanced at me with distrust on her face.

I had to patiently explain to her that what she made was called "firepowder", which appeared a long time ago, but there was nothing useful. * It was made by it. The power was not small, but the accuracy was extremely poor, and the bow and arrow were not easy to use.

"That's it." She said angrily, "However, it may also be because I haven't finished the spell. If you let me finish it, it may be different. Well, maybe it will turn into a dragon."

Is that how she treats her lifesaver? I sighed in my heart and looked at the captain of the escort who was rushing in the distance. I only felt a little dizzy.

Naswell, how can I explain it to the captain? Just say that a girl I knew when I was a child was going to conjure up a dragon, but she accidentally got gunpowder and blew up her own wooden house?

For me, it's not a bad thing for Lala to come to this town, at least it makes those boring days more energetic. However, how much impact this matter had on me was that I couldn't imagine at that time.

From Lala, I learned that she has been looking for the existence of magic in the past few years. Of course, naturally she can't find anything. How can this kind of thing really exist?

She showed me the book, saying that it was given to her by a strange old man she met in a historic site. It was a magic book that recorded how to use spells and magic materials to use magic. The book is shabby, and the words in it are also strange and crooked, and I can't recognize many of them at all.

In my opinion, it is obvious that that guy is lying to her. Judging from this gunpowder incident, he may want to kill her.

She didn't listen to my dissuasion at all and continued to toss those strange "magic materials" in the rebuilt cabin. Sometimes she experimented with me, such as throwing sand on my face, saying a "spell", and then asked me why I haven't fallen asleep with her big eyes open; or throwing it on my head. Where did you collect the spider silk and say that you can't move now?

Unfortunately, these "magics" really don't have any other effects except making me blink.

But this is not the most terrible.

One day, I came to her hut "by the way" when I was on duty... Well, since she came to town, I have often done this. Although her behavior is a little strange in the eyes of others, she is a beautiful girl after all, and undeniably, watching a girl play with those strange things. In fact, it is also quite interesting.

However, that day, I saw that she was worried about a spider put in a cup, with an expression on her face, like three points of embarrassment plus seven points of nausea.

"What magic did you learn this time?" I looked at her charming appearance with interest.

"A spider art," she said, "it can make people climb the wall, or even climb to the ceiling."

"Well, that's good." I nodded seriously, "This magic is very useful for thieves."

Her eyes suddenly turned, and then quickly covered the spider into the inner room with a cloth, and then poked her head out and looked at me with a sweet smile on her face: "Qias, will you eat lunch with me?"

Originally, it was not a problem to stay here for dinner. Anyway, Lala's ability to cook is indeed much higher than that of my landla, who can fry eggs like some kind of unknown excrement, but somehow, I feel that there seems to be some bad intentions hidden in her smile.

"You don't want to experiment with me again, do you?" I looked at her with some worry.

"Ah, how is that possible?" She stretched out two fingers with a smile and made a V posture. I have to admit that she looks very cute. She is so cute many times.

The meal was very exquisite. Although there were not many things, they were all delicious. It can be imagined that when my stomach had been tossed by my respectable landlady, Lala's craftsmanship was completely as good as God's gift to me.

She didn't eat much herself, but nervously watched me eat all the food, especially the egg that was fried just right.

"How's it going?" Her eyes are wide open.

"Ah, it tastes good." I said with satisfaction.

"Is there any strange smell?"

"Yeah?!"

"Ah, nothing." She smiled sweetly and quickly cleaned up the tableware. "Yes, Chias, I want you to do me a favor, just do it."

Well, for the sake of her treating me to such a delicious lunch, I promised.

Then, she asked me to read a strange sentence with her. Obviously, this is her so-called "spells", and each of those spells is difficult to read, which makes me more convinced that even if there was a magician before, it was extinct by these spells that were more dizzying than poetry.

"Okay," she shouted happily after I finished reading, "you can climb the wall now."

"Climb the wall?"

"Yes, yes," she looked at me with the kind of eyes that looked like a little sister looking forward to waiting for her brother to slaughter the role of the brave to save her. "It's just a moment, okay, you just climb a little."

"Uh, okay." I admit that the brilliance in her eyes, which are more beautiful than gems and gems, makes my heart beat much faster.

I walked over and tried to climb up on the wall with my hand. I have to say that it made me feel like a clumsy lying bear. And of course, I can't climb up at all.

"How could this happen?" She took out the magic book disappointedly and turned it over angrily, "Yes, it's all written on it. The spell is right, and the spider also ate it..."

"Spider?" I looked at her in a daze, and a bad feeling surged in my heart.

"Ah," she quickly waved her hands. "No, no, I really didn't put a spider in your egg. Really, even if you put it, it's a very small one, really small..."

I don't have time to care about her. I don't know if it's psychological or something else. I just feel that something in my stomach seems to start crawling there...

I vomited when I rushed out of the wooden house.

The lesson that this has taught me is that I would rather eat my respectable landlady's throat in the future, at least she won't put spiders in it... Shouldn't she?

The days passed like this, and Lala's "magic" failed day by day.

Some gossip began to spread into the town, saying that His Majesty and the church were planning a war against the cold wind and hills, preparing to make those inferior orcs understand the fear of Naswell.

Although the truth of the news is unknown, it really makes me excited. Lara's idea of becoming a magician is just a joke in everyone's eyes. I don't want my knight's dream to be the same as hers. However, if you stay in this calm town, the ending will undoubtedly be like this.

For this reason, I nervously inquired about all kinds of news from the city, not only me, but also my companions. After all, those who will be sent to this unknown town are basically un* civilian youth. A war is good for our future.

Of course, the women in the town are not happy about this: "War will always kill people, right? And I heard that those orcs fought barbaricly. They fought so many times in hundreds of years and didn't destroy them. I don't want our young people to die there.

For this, the men made fun of their ignorance: "This time it's different. In the past, they couldn't beat it. Just hide in the fortresses in the hills, but now we have artillery. I heard that our heroic majesty hopes to rebuild the glory of Leis III and let people develop dozens of artillery. When they are sent to the front line, any fortress will be flattened. And our young men are very brave. Naswell testifies that they will be honored to deserve their courage.

"When the orcs are destroyed from this continent, it will be the elves of the fog girl forest." I said with interest, "Those elves are less useful than orcs, and they are as weak as ladies who never go out."

La seems difficult to understand my excitement, but it is not surprising. Women are always short-sighted. Although her behavior is strange in the eyes of others, she is just a woman who uses the nutrients needed for wisdom on her hair.

"I heard that those elves' archery is quite powerful," she curled her lips. "And if they join hands with the orcs, everything will be difficult to say, right?"

"Their archery is really good, far and accurate," I shook my head vigorously to show disdain. "But can it be far beyond the range of *? Although the accuracy of * is extremely poor, it is powerful to go out on the battlefield. As for saying that they will join hands with the orcs, it is impossible. Let those arrogant elves fight side by side with those ugly guys is like letting the peacock voluntarily lock the hen in a cage.

"Anyway," Lala said unhappily, "I just don't want to have a war."

"Okay, okay, don't you know magic? If you don't want something, just let it disappear. Anyway, this matter is not accurate. I said with a smile.

At this time, I walked on the mountain road with her, surrounded by greenery. The sky is as clear as a layer of blue glass, and the wind is cool. In short, it is a good weather for swimming.

But we are not here to swim...at least in Lala's view.

She is learning summoning, which requires a living beast. She got a small silver pendant from nowhere, saying that she wanted to wear it on a beast, so that as long as she recited a spell when she was in danger, the beast would be automatically summoned from the forest to her side to protect her.

At first, I suggested that she take some kittens and puppies to experiment, but she said that what she needed must be really fierce and wild animals. Therefore, not only cats and dogs can't be used, but also relatively docile deer and sheep. Of course, what I believe more is that she has already experimented with those little things, and the result has failed as usual, and then attributed the reason for the failure to "the wrong use of magic materials".

However, since the weather is pleasant and I happen to be free, and accompanied by a girl with a good look, I might as well take it as an effect tour to accompany her.

In fact, it is undoubtedly a joke to find more fierce beasts in such a remote forest in such a good weather. And for some reason, I didn't want to say it, in fact, I proposed to come out at night at the beginning. However, she said that she was afraid of ghosts. I don't know if it's a rare thing for magicians to be afraid of ghosts, but I have to admit that I'm relatively disappointed. Originally, I thought that on a charming moonlight night, a young man and woman walked on a romantic forest path... Maybe something would happen?

Along the way, I saw a lot of birds and small animals, but no matter how big they were, but this was also what I expected, or if I really saw a coyote or a giant bear or something, my first reaction was definitely to drag and run away, instead of thinking that I could subdue those big guys as she thought. Ask her to hang the silver pendant.

Until the sun began to set, we got nothing, so I proposed to go back.

In the process of going down the mountain, she has always been depressed and unhappy.

"Don't worry about it," I said to her, "let's come back tomorrow, and there will always be something we will encounter."

She stopped and stood silently. I looked back in astonishment, but I only saw her staring at the smoke-burning town at the foot of the mountain with a memory-like look and said lonelyly, "Qias, do you remember? When we were young, we also went up the mountain together, not only us, but also some other children.

I don't know why she said this, and I can't remember what happened when I was a child. But I could only listen to her silently. At this time, I had a strange feeling, as if as long as I accidentally destroyed the atmosphere at this time, she would stay away from me, so far away that I could no longer touch her.

"When I went down the mountain," she said softly, "my foot was accidentally sprained, but no one noticed that I walked slower and slower, and you continued to walk forward with laughter from the beginning, as if you were not alone as me. At that moment, I was so scared. I hope someone can look back and see me injured, at least... I hope you will notice. However, you just talked about your knight's dream and didn't even look back..."

She spoke calmly, but my heart began to feel a little uneasy.

"When all of you disappeared from my eyes, I sat on the ground with my feet in my arms and cried. Later, I thought, how good would it be if I were a magician?" Let the breeze brush her hair, and her lonely figure is so thin that it makes people feel sad. "Then I can become a bird and fly home, and I can also open a portal and get home as soon as I step in. Moreover, if I were a magician, would you still forget me behind... I am the only magician on this continent."

"However, I'm nothing," she continued, "I'm just a girl that no one cares about, so I have to keep crying until dark and the people in the village come up the mountain to find me..."

I can't talk. I have forgotten about it at all. Think back carefully, when did you start to notice Lala? Yes, when she stared at me with her stubborn eyes and said, "I will become a magician", I had no impression of Lala before that.

"Magic really exists," she still didn't look at me. "When I left my hometown and looked for those ethereal miracles, when I experimented over and failed over and over again, I became more and more convinced. Why are we alive? Why do flowers and grass exist around us? Chias, isn't the world itself a miracle? In the face of this miracle, the existence of magic is not so incredible, is it?

I still can't speak, but at this time, I feel that I should do something. If I just stand like this, if I just stand like this, she will gradually go so far away that I can no longer see... Just like I left her alone on the mountain when I was a child, and this time, I will leave She.

In silence, I walked to her, turned my back to her and squatted down.

"Kias..." She called my name doubtfully.

"In the story of the bard, isn't there a magic that can turn back time?" I looked back at her and said, "It's time for that kind of magic to work. Lala, we are back to our childhood. You sprained your foot, and I noticed you... Lala, let me carry you down the mountain."

After a moment of silence, she gently fell on my back. With her on my back, I walked down the mountain step by step. At this moment, I really felt like I had returned to the past. In that forgotten day, I turned around and saw the girl, the girl who would leave the deepest mark in my life.

A few drops of cool water dripped on my neck and slipped into my back. We didn't say anything anymore. The last afterglow of the sunset shattered on us, and there was a quiet and warm feeling.

From that day on, love ignited each other's hearts like fire. We began to fall in love, but we spent less time together.

Although the preparation order has not yet been issued, other troops have begun to be mobilized. Our training time is also increasing, and we are no longer doing what we used to do.

La's silver pendant finally hung around my neck, perhaps because, in a sense, I have become her summoning beast, right?

However, my summoning beast obviously did not meet her vision. According to the magic book, when she recited a spell, I should send it to her from anywhere, and I would only fall to her door at night after she recited the spell for a day. He shouted, "Lala, I'm hungry. Get me something to eat... Don't put spiders."

She is naturally very dissatisfied with this effect, but there is nothing she can do. Even if the so-called "summoning" is really effective, I am not a beast that survives instinctively in the forest.

Her most successful time was not long after I left her cabin and began to recite spells, and I just stepped back into the house at the moment she finished reading it, so she jumped excitedly and said to me, "Well, do you think I'm awesome?", but I just had to turn it back because I forgot to take my military hat.

In the end, she had no choice but to give up "summoning" and began to learn "prophecy".

She didn't know where she got a crystal ball, saying that she could see what a person would encounter. At first glance, her crystal ball is no different from the props used by gypsies to tell fortunes. However, she is sure that those gypsy crystal balls are fake, but hers are real, so I have to study them carefully, but I still don't see any difference.

At this time, the order jointly issued by His Majesty and the Cardinal was finally conveyed, and the transfer order also reached our town, but not all of them participated in the war, but left half of the number of people to maintain law and order in the country.

Everyone is waiting for the final list. I look forward to having me on the list of participating in the war. Due to more than 30 years of peace and the prevalence of chivalry in the Kingdom of Fair, war is not only a terrible thing for us hot-blooded young people, but also an opportunity to prove our courage, and even bring With some romantic colors.

Lala looks very unhappy, but I don't care too much. Every time her so-called "magic experiment" fails, she is always like this. In fact, her "prophecy" has indeed never succeeded. Even the prediction of whether the fish caught by the old man in the village is singular or even, and whether my landlady gave birth to a boy or a girl this time, she has never succeeded. Normally, even if this kind of thing is a blind guess, it should be 50% accurate, but she actually didn't agree once, which makes me suspect that magic may really exist, and it is just against her?

The day when the list is decided is getting closer and closer, and my mood is getting more and more nervous. The opportunity to realize the knight's dream is just around the corner, but I have to listen to the arrangement of the goddess of fate, and what happened at this time, which is not so big, also makes me feel worse.

The evening before the list was released, I dragged my tired body into Lala's cabin as usual, but I saw her looking at me with a smile.

"Did you see from the crystal ball that you will pick up gold coins tomorrow?" I asked jokingly.

"No," she glanced at me and proudly brought out a plate of rich food, as if to celebrate some festival.

"What is that?"

"This time it's about you," she said with an excited face. "The crystal ball told me that you will be left behind and don't have to go to the cold windy hills to fight. Chias, it must not be wrong this time, so that you can continue to stay in this town. We can still... What's wrong with you?"

She stared at me, whose face had become a little ugly.

Although I know that Lala's prophecy has never been accurate, I am still very unhappy. Why can't she understand me? I am deeply eager to become a knight and let my descendants inherit a badge engraved with swords and roses. I hope that one day I can wear silver armor and ride a horse to Lala's cabin and let her receive the roses I sent in the envy of everyone like a princess.

Yes, I long for these, and I am convinced that as long as I am given a chance, I will definitely get all this.

But what is she doing when I hope to win honor for Lala with my life and blood? She is looking forward to me losing this rare opportunity and jumping for this inexplicable prophecy.

I looked at her without saying a word, which made her feel a little flustered. For a moment, I felt a little frustrated, so I slowly turned around and wanted to leave the wooden house.

"Qias..." She whispered behind me, with a slight trill.

I ignored her, but just took a step forward, but she suddenly rushed over and hugged me tightly from behind. At this time, I found that her delicate little hand was strangely cold, and her trembling body was like being in the deepest fear.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you," her voice was like a helpless child floating on the sea, but even the only wooden board in her hand was lost. "I saw such a terrible thing. It's really terrible. I saw you happily hang a baby on the tip of your gun. I saw you kill people on the battlefield with a sword. I don't even remember who you are. I also saw you surrounded by a lot of orcs and elves covered in blood. They cut you with an axe. They shot you with arrows, but you laughed like crazy..."

In her soft crying, I turned around and hugged her with pity.

"These are not true, are they?" She raised her head, and her tearful face showed a stiff smile. "I'm so stupid. Obviously, there is no such thing as magic. I still take it as true."

For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

She suddenly pushed me away, rushed to raise the crystal ball and fell to the ground. The crystal ball broke apart with a bang, and the crisp sound made my heart ache as if it came from a corner of my heart. And she was still smiling with tears, dropping the bottles and cans containing various magic materials to the ground.

"Fake, all fake, no magic at all, no prophecy at all..."

"Lala!" I quickly came forward and hugged her tightly, and I wanted to tell her not to worry, I will be fine. However, something stuck in my throat so that I couldn't speak. It was not until then that I knew how real magic existed in her mind. It was because she believed that she was so panicked and afraid that this prophecy would really happen, and even forced herself to deny the existence of magic.

Just for an unknown prophecy, just for a prophecy about my misfortune, she actually denied her dream since childhood. I don't know if this is a paradox, all I know is that at this moment, I hate myself for the first time. It turns out that I am such an important existence in her heart.

She cried helplessly on my chest, but I didn't know how to comfort her.

The list has finally been confirmed, and I am among the people participating in the war. Without waiting for a few days, the order to leave was issued. It was a cool morning. Although the fog was not heavy, it made the rising sun hazy.

La stood quietly at the intersection and watched us walk past her in a neat queue.

Looking back, I tried to make her thin figure stay more in her eyes. However, in the thin fog, the distance between me and her was like two boats drifting on the sea, getting farther and farther, until the call of each other's hearts could not be heard clearly.

In the past few days, she has never fiddled with those strange things, as if she had fully accepted the fact that magic does not exist. And this fact seemed to make her extremely happy, and there was always a shallow smile on her face.

Her smile made me even more sad, so I advised her not to give up. Anyway, magic has always been her dream since she was a child. But she looked at me with a smile and said, "Without magic, there has never been magic..."

In her eyes, I saw that deep loneliness.

Finally, we walked out of the town and turned to the other side of the hill, and she also disappeared from my sight. I can't see her, and she can't see me, but in my ear, there seems to be the cry she has been holding back.

Lala, although there is no magic, I will bring you miracles.

I said this to her in my heart, and I did think so. The war will not last long. Before long, we will sing triumphant songs and return to our cherished people with honors on beautiful horses. We will be praised by everyone like heroes. When we are old, we can also rely on rocking chairs to tell our children about the heroic deeds of our youth.

Yes, until then, I was still so sure.

At the beginning of the war, as we expected, the absolute advantage of the number of people and adequate preparation hit those orcs hard. And the use of artillery also makes their fortresses no longer so safe.

Although they are strong and fierce, even if they are face to face each other, the team gave them a heavy blow before the close battle began. The non-belongness of the orcs also makes it difficult for them to organize effective counterattacks.

Their tenacity has caused some trouble to the army of the Kingdom of Fair, but they can't change the balance on the battlefield. We invaded the cold hills and occupied one orc village after another; we burned the statues of pseudo-gods they believed in with the flames of the entourage priests.

For the elderly and children in the Orc village, the initial order was only to lock them up and hold them up, and killing the civilians who could not resist (although they were only inferior orcs) was not in line with the mercy of Naswell. However, an accident made no one sympathize with them anymore.

A priest who accompanied the army was stabbed to death by an orc child with a hidden knife while trying to persuade those savage guys to believe in the god Naswell. This has aroused our great anger. Let's see what these inferior races have done. While the poor priest kindly conveyed the gospel of God the Father to them, and while the respectable priest did not mind his dignity preaching the love of God the Father to these savage races, they killed him despicably.

This matter attracted the attention of the church, and soon the bishop declared that the orcs were a race spurned by the Father and a lowly race that did not deserve to survive in this world. As a result, the elderly and children who were imprisoned were ordered to be executed.

At first, I didn't want to stain my hands with the blood of those old people and children, which was not in line with the chivalry in my mind, but a guy in the team actually used this to laugh at my cowardice, which made me extremely angry, so I slapped him fiercely and put him with a sword in the duel he asked for. Stabbed to death, and then flauntly cut off the head of an orc child and hung it on my gun, riding a horse back and forth in everyone's applause.

In the battle, I always rushed to the front fearlessly, and even often rushed into the orc fortress first before my own artillery stopped. I once faced three strong orcs at the same time and fought to kill them all without hesitation. I was promoted to squadron leader and was appreciated by Lord Morris, the commander of my infantry regiment.

The success of the war made us all excited. Most of the land of the cold wind and hills has been transferred to the territory of the Kingdom of Fair. During this period, I wrote many letters to Lala, in which I missed her and wrote about my bravery.

Of course, I didn't tell her how we treated the elderly and children of the Orcs who were powerless to resist, although at that time, my heart did not feel much guilt about it. Because everyone does that, I simply take their lives, and some people even make those children worse than death in all kinds of cruel ways. I don't know if God the Father in heaven will really be happy when we do these things in the name of God Naswell. However, at that time, when everyone did it for granted, no one would think about whether it was really right to do so.

Just when everyone thought that the destruction of the orcs was only a matter of time, some people even began to imagine how to treat those beautiful elf women in the future, the war situation suddenly changed.

Without warning, the elves of the fog forest rushed into our rear with strange soldiers. One night, they lit all the gunpowder with rockets and burned all the food and fodder, and those orcs also began an unprecedented alliance, using the cold wind and hilly terrain to us There is a strong counterattack.

No one can understand why those elves left their pride to cooperate with the orcs. However, in their guerrilla fighting mode, the materials in the rear could not be transported to us who were surrounded by too sudden.

The speed of the war balance tilted far beyond everyone's imagination. The lack of delivery of clothes made the rapidly cold weather begin to torment us, and the gradual lack of gunpowder also forced us to face the axe of the angry orcs directly. Our army was defeated in an instant, and the cold windy hills began to devour every soldier's life like a terrible swamp. The officers were far from as brave as they usually did, and they began to tremble one by one; the priests who accompanied the army never prayed so actively to God the Father, even if their voices sounded like children crying; the soldiers fled without a sense of direction, but forgot that being alone would only make them die faster.

I don't know how many people can live to leave the cold windy hills. All I know is that when my infantry regiment finally withdrew to the land of the Kingdom of Fair under the leadership of Lord Morres, the number was less than one-fifth of the original number.

And when we thought that we had finally returned safely to this land that had been favored by God, we found that all that awaited us was death. An orc army bypassed the fog forest with the cooperation of the elves and broke into the depths of the Fair Kingdom. This was obviously just a pretentious attack, but it made our king, who was dedicated to rebuild the glory of the period of Leis III, worry about the safety of the royal city and took all the troops at the border between the Fair Kingdom and the cold wind hills. They all withdrew to defend the royal city.

Our king and cardinal gave up the border of the kingdom because of their cowardice... and also gave up us.

*

hong、hong......

The echo of the siege wood hitting the gate is as dull as the roar of death, and the attack and defense on the wall has reached the white-hot juncture. We stayed in this weak city for five days, and now it is the last day that we can't stay. More and more orcs are chasing from the cold windy hills, but we have lost all hope.

The atmosphere of despair infects everyone around him. Both the future and the dream have become a forgotten joke at this moment when the footsteps of death are slowly suppressed.

The comrades around him had already died one by one, and the birds passing by the sky seemed to shoot arrows at themselves with a ferocious smile. The tense nerves seemed to be still under a great load, waiting for a moment to suddenly break.

I'm waiting with a gun, waiting...

Boom.

This sound is particularly loud, which seems to indicate that those orcs can't wait to take our lives. The Fair soldier in front of me suddenly knelt to the ground, covered his face and cried bitterly, and the fear in his heart finally completely crushed him.

"Get up!" Lord Morris came to him and shouted angrily, "Even if you die, stand up like a man."

However, the guy's courage has disappeared from his hungry and cold body, and the only thing he has the strength to do is to cry in despair.

Is this my knight's dream? It was not until now that I knew that it was more illusory than the existence of magic.

The gate was finally knocked open, and the swarm of orcs came to us like a tide.

"Let's go." Lord Morris held a huge sword and took the lead in rushing. His already damaged armor still has a bright luster under the sunset, and his blade that began to curl is still cold with blood.

However, this time he couldn't even kill an orc.

An arrow shot at him quickly from the wall and penetrated his throat.

I subconsciously looked up and saw an elf holding a bow and arrow at the top of the city. I rushed over angrily, but I don't know how many orcs have surrounded us.

Pieces of blood splashed beside me, and endless roars and shouts resounded in my ears. I killed desperately, and there was only a blank left in my consciousness. Time is meaningless, thinking is meaningless, and everything becomes meaningless at this time.

I don't know what hit the back of my head heavily, and the red ** soaked my eyes along my forehead. I really hope I can faint like this, but the severe pain makes me more sober.

I sent a long gun into an enemy's body, but I couldn't pull it out. So I stumbled and crawled to Lord Morris's body, trying to hold his huge sword in my hand. However, my vision became blurred and my head began to feel dizzy.

In a daze, I felt that I was holding something tightly, so I stood up and killed it desperately. My blood began to boil, and a vision appeared in my mind. At this moment, I felt like an invincible hero leaving an immortal legend, and I felt like an invincible general breaking through an immortal reputation.

However, no matter how hard I tried, the figures of those orcs shook in front of me, but I couldn't cut them. Swing again and again, fall again and again, climb up again and again...

There were bursts of ridicule in my ears, like a group of excited audiences watching the monkey's performance in the circus. Someone pushed me down from behind, someone tripped me with their feet, and I had to continue to stand up and perform like a whipped monkey. I have forgotten who I am and where I am.

fell to the ground again, and one foot stepped on my chest. I tried to raise the sword in my hand to pierce the enemy's abdomen, but when I raised my hands, when my eyes gathered together again, I found that there was nothing in my hand.

It turns out that even the sword that protects yourself can be just an illusion.

The orc lowered his head and grinned at me. High, he raised the huge axe.

The sunset has passed, and the night has begun to cover the blood of the street. Everything will eventually be overwhelmed by history. When scholars open the books that record today a hundred years later, can they really feel the sadness at this time?

Is this war? It set off cruel storms again and again, and then it was forgotten again and again.

But I once put my dream in it.

The huge axe is about to fall on my neck, but I just want to laugh.

At this time, a blazing light suddenly lit up from my chest. Just when I suspected that it was just an illusion, the orc had opened his eyes wide and retreated at a loss.

I subconsciously touched my chest and then touched the silver pendant.

The silver fell in my hand as hot as life, and the soft light came out of my hand and slowly enveloped my whole body. The orcs around me were all looking at me in horror, and no one knew what had happened.

I felt as if there was a gentle voice calling me. My body seemed to be slowly pulling away, and the scene in front of me began to disappear until it became dark.

There is no fear, but enthusiasm, but I feel that something unknown is coming to me like a tide over and over again. Darkness is so funny that it makes people laugh crazily.

In a trance, someone was shouting: "Qias..."

This sound is so familiar, but I can't remember who it comes from.

I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in a cabin inexplicably. The fierce Orcs disappeared, the bloody streets disappeared, and the sudden change of the scene overwhelmed me.

The light emitted by the silver pendant on the chest is gradually dissipating, and the candlelight in the small wooden house flashes, with a mysterious halo.

A girl is standing in front of me, looking at me excitedly. She looked very haggard, and her trembling lips and joyful eyes seemed to tell the indelable thoughts. I tried to remember who she was, and I tried to remember who I was, but my chaotic head was like countless things crawling around in it, and I couldn't remember anything.

She suddenly jumped into my arms and hugged me tightly.

"Qiyas," her voice was so sour that it was heartbreaking, and her tears soaked through my clothes. "Great, you're really back. I've been worried about you. I've been afraid that I'll never see you again. These days I've been trying to bring you back to me with magic, just once, as long as I can succeed once..."

Qias? Is this my name?

My headache is about to crack, and my nerves seem to be broken inch by inch, making my body unable to react.

"Qias, what's wrong with you?" She looked up at me in panic, and the tears on her face set off the face that had been obviously insomnia for a long time, which was pitiful.

Looking at her quietly, I don't know how long it took, as if countless centuries flew away in an instant. Finally, I hugged her tightly with my trembling hand, and tears flowed out of my eyes. I pronounced a name that was branded in the depths of my soul with a hoarse voice:

"Lala..."

*

This war has lasted for many years, and the disaster it has caused is unimaginable, whether for the Fair Kingdom, orcs and elves. Countless people have been displaced, and countless corpses have been filled in all corners of the continent.

La and I hid in the mountains together and lived a simple life. I changed my name and started the carpenter skills left by my father. I dare not find out my original name. No one will believe that I can return safely because of Lala's magic. Once discovered by the military court, I will undoubtedly be sent to the gallows for desertion.

Although life began to calm down, I couldn't sleep for many nights. I kept having nightmares, especially when I often saw the orc child whose head was hung on the tip of the gun. He stood in the dark, without crying or scolding, but looking at me quietly.

La is still doing magic experiments again and again, and still fails again and again. However, she was very satisfied. Although it was only once, the only time did prove the existence of magic and brought me back to her.

We exchanged vows under the blessing of a village priest and had a child a year later. Although the spread of the war forced us to flee, we were no longer separated and felt happiness in our hearts.

If there is something that keeps me not understanding, it is the magic of Lala. During that time, suffering from worrying about my life and death, she read the summoning spell over and over again, and finally succeeded that evening. However, according to her magic book, although I wear a silver pendant, the summoning should only be effective for animals, but I am a person.

I think, perhaps because at that moment, the war had turned me into a beast.

(End)

Magic Sky (published in the modern fantasy version)

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