You and me under the world tree

But now, seeing Hela's somewhat lost look is actually quite strange.

Because she somehow felt so unbearable.

In this strange mood, she chose a more eclectic statement.

"Okay, it's nothing important."

Doesn't saying this mean not saying it?

Hela just blinked her eyes like that, looking a little unbelievable.

but……

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot."

Having said that, she turned her eyes to the man again.

The half-elf warrior who had shown great martial arts before was still gazing here.

Then, she couldn't help but have a question.

"Did he really find you? I think he looks in a daze."

"What you said..."

Originally, Dietrich didn't really want to talk about this kind of thing, but under Hela's straightforward question, she couldn't avoid it.

But just when she was about to say something, the soldier finally looked away.

At this moment, he just cast his eyes on the high window.

There, the cold moonlight just shone like that.

Facing the moonlight, he suddenly spoke.

"The day of the coronation, I went."

Although the tone was obviously saying something to someone, but he still just looked at the full moon outside the window.

"It's a very grand ceremony. I originally prepared a gift, but..."

His voice was so small.

Laughter followed.

"Humph……"

The voice seemed self-deprecating.

"I'm a coward. I know there is hatred, so I dare not appear in front of you no matter what."

Of course he was a coward.

Although he had been staring at a dark corner before, when he really wanted to speak, his eyes still turned away unconsciously.

Because in the end, he still couldn't face Her Royal Highness, the princess who has now been crowned king.

"Maybe, I'm afraid of death, or maybe it's some other reason. I don't know what to do to repay my sins, so the only things I can do are these."

What he did was simple, wandering the land as a ranger and an adventurer.

Then, it maintained the stability of the Gothic Kingdom in its own way.

"However, I think with your ability, this land will not need me soon."

That's all he said.

Those who speak intermittently do not actually have a clear theme.

But he really just wanted to express what he did.

As for the purpose, it is naturally to seek the most basic recognition.

But for the current him, the current Excalibur Warrior Wittig, he doesn't even have such courage.

"I'm not qualified for that."

He just said so in a low voice.

Then, he took out a bottle of red potion from his bag.

But because of consumption, it only has the last half bottle left.

In this way, it was full of scarlet under the moonlight.

And that thing is...

"Slightly interesting, that's 'life'."

Staring at the swaying liquid, Hela whispered.

"If he drank it, at least he wouldn't be as weak as he is now."

However, the man did not drink it, but placed it on an undamaged chair nearby.

"This is the potion of life. It was given to me by others. I used part of it for my father and part of it for myself. The rest is here."

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Ultimately, Wittig just walked away.

When he left the meeting room, his footsteps were a little flimsy, and this was absolutely impossible before.

But anyway, he looked much better than he had seen him in the small town of Wasgenstein.

After all, at that time, he didn't seem to have the strength to hold a sword.

Even the legendary Mimonger Excalibur, he just held it in his arms.

At least I can walk with a sword now.

At the same time, just as he was leaving the room, two figures stepped out of the dark shadows in the corner of the meeting room.

As for whether Wittig himself discovered this, no one knows.

However, with his half-elf's perception, no matter how dull he is, he should be aware of the dissipated breath of the magic traces covering his figure.

Not to mention, after the traces of magic completely dissipated, the presence of the white-haired triumphant king became particularly strong.

It's like being out of tune with everything around you.

But no matter what, Wittig didn't look back.

For a moment, the half-elf warrior's footsteps slowed down.

Even stand still.

But he finally took his own steps.

Without looking back, he just left.

"Looks really pathetic."

Hella said.

She was peeking through the door.

Seeing the soldier's back disappear into the dark corner, she couldn't help turning her head and looking at Dietrich.

"Seeing him like this, what do you think?"

At this time, Dietrich just walked slowly to the edge of the chair and picked up the bottle of red medicine.

"Life potion..."

Staring at the potion that glowed with a strange aura under the moonlight, she whispered.

"This kind of thing should be quite precious in Midgard."

Hela's voice came.

But Dietrich shook her head.

Her expression appeared subtle and complicated.

"However, this kind of thing is poisonous. After all, the source of life itself is a kind of poison."

Dietrich said in a low voice.

"Also, it's a pity that only giants, or people with giant bloodlines like Wittig, can drink slowly."

Just sighing, she turned her gaze to Hela.

"Do you know what that means?"

Then, Hela fell silent.

Of course she understood what that meant.

That means the stuff itself has strict drinking restrictions.

This is one of them.

The second is that this kind of thing does not sound particularly precious.

Based on Dietrich's tone and application, Hella judged so.

For this reason, she suddenly felt a little ironic.

So there was nothing to say for a while.

At this moment, Hela could only listen to Dietrich's 'comments' over there.

"However, I didn't seem to notice it before. This thing seems to have been processed twice."

"Secondary processing?"

"No, to be precise, it should be diluted. Because other things are added, it loses its original effect."

"So what are you talking about?"

"To put it bluntly, the original effect of this kind of thing should be to enhance the 'life force' of the giants themselves, stimulate the soul and body by the way, and awaken their own abilities."

"My own ability..."

Having said that, Hela felt as if she had thought of something.

"You don't mean to say..."

"Well, it's those things, that is, divine power in a broad sense."

Facing Hela's eyes, Dietrich said.

"However, this kind of thing is poisonous after all, so even those giants don't dare to drink too much. At most, there is only one bottle. If there is more, I am afraid that I will be poisoned."

Having said that, she looked at the bottle of potion again.

"But of course, I'm not talking about this. Due to secondary processing and dilution, this thing has long lost its original 'stimulating' effect, but even so, it is not something that weak races like humans can bear."

What are humans after all?

Humans are the lowest species in the Nine Realms.

Sometimes accidentally touching the blood of some giants may cause poisoning.

It's that fragile.

"So, this thing comes from a cold river."

"Don't you know?"

Hearing Hela's suddenly enlightened words, Dietrich felt strange instead.

"That place should be where you rule and Niflheim?"

"No, I just didn't see the processed product, because at the time, I was desperate and drank the water there."