Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 344 Is this your answer?

The sky is azure blue, like a large piece of clear gemstone, with one or two floating white clouds occasionally dotted; the sunlight in the sky ten thousand meters above is brighter and more transparent, and the white-gold light sprinkles on the flower fields and forests, making people feel warm and comfortable. Lying on the soft flower carpet, half-squinting and stretching out your hand, it seems that you can touch the plankton swimming on the seabed, which is hazy, tiny and incredibly far away.

Alice turned over and saw Metien sitting in front of a tree stump, using the smooth surface as a cushion and writing something in her notebook. The pen in her hand moved very quickly. Next to her was a pile of books, all of which were books on pharmacology and magical herbs that Ovella had copied for her.

The lamb wandered back and forth in the lush and colorful primrose field, sniffing the blooming seven-color primroses with its nose, picking and choosing, choosing the one it liked, gently biting it off, and then handing it to Shemy who was sitting on its back. The latter was busy weaving them into wreaths with grass roots and vines, and she had already placed two woven wreaths behind her.

A little further away, at the junction of the forest and the flower field, Olvera sat at the root of a majestic old tree, quietly reading a book. It was an ivy tree planted in an unknown era, and now it was as lush as a green kingdom. Countless ivy hung down from the trunk, like a deep green waterfall from the sky, drowning the traces of flying insects and ants. The leaves, half the size of a palm, were lushly crowded together, creating a cool shade under the tree.

But the princess obviously preferred the sunshine, so she deliberately chose a position near the periphery to ensure that she could be bathed in the warm white and golden light. The lantern that she always kept with her was hung on an ivy, swaying slightly with the wind, and the flame inside was flickering, flashing the eyes.

The wind came from the atmosphere in the sky, but also from the slowly swinging giant fins of the rock whale. Whenever the extremely heavy and magnificent wings made of earth, stone and mudstone swung upward and blew downward, they would roll up turbulent air currents visible to the naked eye, whistling along the wings and the edge of the outline of the island in the sky, forming an endless storm. The fierce momentum would make the bravest eagle in the sky retreat three feet, but it did not harm any creature on the island, so the peaceful and harmonious atmosphere was still maintained.

Far away from the hustle and bustle, and far away from disputes, the fierce battle three days ago, the once-in-a-century blizzard, the confrontation with the god Titan, and the imminent destruction and disaster in the Salia Plains...all seemed to have disappeared along with this leisurely and peaceful wind, and gradually become blurred and forgotten.

Riding on the sky island, flying freely in the boundless sky, and experiencing strange, exciting and incredible adventures with friends, this undoubtedly meets all of Alice's longings for fantasy stories. She lay on the soft carpet woven with seven-color primroses and uttered a lazy nasal sound: "It's great~"

It’s so good that I don’t want to go back to the ground.

When the earth is free, then you are free too.

Until one day someone told her, if you refuse to fly because you are afraid of bringing disaster, then why not let the ground beneath your feet take you up? The curse may limit your freedom, but it cannot restrict the freedom of the entire earth.

But I can't forget.

In the endless life, in the forgotten years, Ieta Raphael's world was always gray, until she came to this land and met those people, and then she had colors. Warmth, encouragement, tolerance, care, care... Her memories are made up of these colors, and everything else is meaningless. So when those people left her, she fell into deep self-blame and stubbornly locked herself in a winter where only snow fell, refusing other colors to enter her inner world.

Alice, who likes furry equipment, starts to have bad ideas again. This time, she wants to steal other people's mounts.

But there are still some changes. The most obvious one is that there are no more low and sad snowflakes falling in this room, as if the winter here is gradually leaving, and the spring with sprouting new leaves, the summer with lush vegetation and the autumn with joy of harvest are returning little by little in her eyes that are shining again.

No, we have to find a reason to blacken this whale.

The owner of the mount, Ieta, knew nothing about this. She was standing in front of the window of the white windmill, gazing at the clear sky outside through the iron bars wrapped with chains. Her hair was white, the six pairs of wings behind her waist were white, the walls, floor and ceiling of the room were white, and even the spiral stairs were monotonous white, which made people feel depressed at a glance.

It has been a long time.

She watched quietly for a while, the playful wind blowing through the window and the iron bars, blowing the girl's white hair gently, scratching her cheeks and neck, bringing an itchy feeling. She reached out to push the few white hairs that were messed up by the wind behind her ears, and adjusted the white feather hair accessories on her bangs to fix them. The traditional Avion costumes with a rural style set off her slender waist and quiet temperament, and also reminded her of the days when she was still walking on the ridges of the fields.

With this thing, who would want to take the train or steam locomotive? They are noisy, bumpy, pollute the environment, and are expensive!

Thus, for the first time in seven hundred years, cracks appeared in the raging snowstorm, and Ieta Raphael's life also ushered in a different choice.

But no matter what choice she needs to make, she always believes that——

"Can you hear me?"

She clasped her hands together and prayed silently: "Please bless me."...

Saint Charity sat on the steps of the windmill, quietly watching her companions' leisurely daily lives, while she seemed to be waiting for something. She saw a gust of wind coming towards her, blowing through the mountains and forests, and the primroses blooming all over the ground were bent by the wind, and the seven-colored petals fluttered, like a colorful flower rain, which was very beautiful and spectacular.

The old windmill above my head was turning, making a low, long-lasting sound. It had been seven centuries since it was sealed in the valley, and it had not been exposed to such a refreshing breeze. At this moment, I might feel nostalgic, thinking about the futile hard work I had put in during the long wait, which now seemed to have been rewarded.

But I don't know what her master thinks.

Behind her came the crisp sound of wooden saw teeth stepping on the long stone floor. Saint Xia Liya turned around and saw a pair of Avion-style open-toed sandals, and the white soles of the feet stepping on them, with a section of smooth calves exposed under the fabric skirt; looking up, she saw their owner, an angel with long white hair and holy white wings, leaning against the old wooden door, her head slightly tilted, and her azure eyes reflected another pair of bright golden eyes.

The angel still guarded the boundaries in his heart and did not easily cross the threshold and step into the outside world, even though the cold chain around his ankle still had a long way to go before it reached its limit.

"Yieta," Saint Xia Liya took the initiative and asked softly, "Have you thought about it?"

Three days ago, after the group defeated the Earth Mother Titan and saved the citizens of Avion, Saint Shallia told her the purpose of their journey and invited Ieta to join them. This was not only because the power of the seven girls' royal powers was needed to open the door of the Heavenly Temple, but also because Saint Shallia was worried about leaving Ieta here alone.

Although this was once her hometown, after seven hundred years, everything has changed. Moreover, Yieta's power will attract the attention of many people. With Professor David, a man with ulterior motives, in front and the Church Union, an official force that is cruel and brutal to aliens and magicians in the back, the girl's situation is not optimistic.

Many people witnessed the sight of the whale flying out from the bottom of the valley.

Besides, what's the point of staying here? This land did bring her many happy memories, but those were in the past, and they seemed sad because they were in the past. If you always immerse yourself in such sad memories, you will gradually fall into loneliness and find it difficult to break free.

Saint Charia will never forget how depressed and withdrawn Ieta was when she first met her. That was the perfect symptom of loneliness. After finally saving the city of Avion, the angel regained some of her cheerfulness. Was she going to abandon her and let the snowstorm of the past come back and drown her?
As an elder sister, even if she wasn't a very qualified one, Saint Shallia felt that this shouldn't be the case.

So, of course, she hoped that Yieta would leave with her and others.

But no matter what, it still depends on Yieta's own thoughts.

At that time she said she would think about it for a few days. Now three days have passed, and it is almost time to give an answer.

Saint Shallia looked at her, waiting for the girl's answer. Her slender white knuckles bent unconsciously, as if she wanted to grab something, but she grabbed nothing. Then she realized that the lamb was playing with Shemi in the flower field and was not following her. And... Lingge was not there either.

it's wired.

Why did I think of Lingge?

If the bending of fingers is to grab the lamb's rope and relieve tension, then what is the purpose of thinking about Lingge?

A question that was destined to have no answer popped up in Saint Shalia's mind.

At this moment, she heard Iyetta's voice, soft and weak, like the wind blowing the soft petals apart: "Well, I've made up my mind."

"I really want to stay here."

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)