You and me under the world tree

"Daly, how are you, Daly?"

After supporting his child, Gevarus asked eagerly.

At this moment, Gevarus realized that he didn't seem to care about the direction of the war at all, and his heart seemed to be hung on his child.

Then, he heard the slightly heavy but real breathing sound.

It's fine...

After he breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help turning his gaze to the envoy who supervised the battle.

"Mr. Hermod, what should we do now?"

Until this moment, he has not forgotten the kind of dignity that should exist between gods and humans.

The old king was extra careful, and even consciously controlled his volume.

However, his call still failed to receive any response after all.

Because at this moment, Hermod was just staring at the walls of the Rose City.

Above that, the silver-white warrior stood tall, holding the divine sword in his hand like an unbreakable barrier.

"Wittig...Mimonger."

Slowly reading those two names, Hermod frowned.

He also didn't know what was going on, but he believed that his eyesight wouldn't deceive him.

But just now, he saw very clearly that Wittig simply swung the divine sword in his hand, and then broke through the storm.

There is no sign of any magic, it is simply cutting off the storm.

"Is this the power that Mimonger possesses..."

Thinking of this, this idea, which he thought was extremely absurd, suddenly appeared in Helmode's mind.

If this is the case, then the evaluation of Mimonger as a weapon must be raised a few more grades, at least it is no longer a pure magic sword.

At the same time, the longing in God's heart became stronger.

However, he did not lose his mind.

He just stared at the figure on the city wall, but he didn't fall down, his ferocious eyes were like a beast.

"Tsk, it's not easy..."

"Mr. Helmold."

In the end, while he was still thinking about this matter, the old king's call came from his ear.

"what happened?"

he asked impatiently.

"It's nothing, I just want to ask for your opinion, what should I do next?"

"Next..."

Hermod couldn't help looking at the unconscious prince.

Then, he raised his head and looked at Gevarus, with a smile on his face.

"Haven't you already made a decision?"

"..."

Gevarus was shocked, and he looked up at the Excalibur Warrior who was still standing in the distance.

Finally, he issued his own order.

"All troops retreat!"

Then, the retreat horn sounded, and Norway's first wave of offensive was thus disintegrated.

There were no real casualties of fighters on either side, nor was there any positive involvement.

However, Sead was really relieved.

"Wittig, thank you very much."

Watching his back, Seiyad whispered.

It was only ten minutes of confrontation, but his mood was like riding a roller coaster.

"We all owe you our lives, Wittig."

Said said.

But soon, he realized that something was wrong.

"Wittig?"

He shouted in disbelief.

"Don't scare me, Wittig!!!"

Chapter 76: Wake Up, Support

Wittig only felt that he had had an extremely long dream, and what was surging in his mind was his own life.

He was born and raised in Wolf Valley since he was a child, and what he was used to listening to was the tinkling sound made by his father when he hammered metal.

The family is extremely quiet and life is extremely peaceful.

He felt that he knew very well the family environment in which he had lived since he was a child, and he also knew his father very well.

But in the end, he found that there has always been an invisible and intangible barrier between himself and his father.

And this estrangement had nothing to do with his father, it was actually caused by him personally.

Probably because he was used to watching it, he felt that his father's hobby seemed a bit boring and boring since he was a child.

What's so good about blacksmithing?

Wittig didn't know this.

It was also because he himself had no feelings for this aspect. Although his father Wieland did intend for him to inherit this craft, he did not force him in the end.

Wittig thus became a warrior.

He longed for life outside, and wanted to roam the world and do justice like the heroes in the stories he grew up listening to.

But helplessly, in the end he was hit badly.

Because of his immaturity, because of his innocence and stupidity, the kingdom was divided and countless people were injured.

Some things are clearly avoidable, but in the end it came to that point.

Looking back and thinking about it carefully, what reassured him the most was actually the sound of tinkling iron lingering in his ears.

What he didn't care about was precisely what reassured him the most.

Because unconsciously, he has long been used to having his parents by his side.

Then, when he came home again, he was exposed to more things.

As he gradually matured, he discovered many problems that he had been ignoring before.

For example, the incompletely healed poisonous wound on his father, or the divine sword Mimonger that he has been holding in his hand.

In the end, he realized that the most stupid person was actually himself.

I thought I knew the world well, and I used my own set of criteria to measure it, and then I was hit hard.

He thought he knew his family well, but in the end he didn't discover his father's talent at all.

The creation that condensed the father's life-long painstaking efforts - the divine sword Mimeng.

How stupid do I have to be to regard it as a 'magic sword'?

Looking back carefully, the details that I once ignored have revealed many contradictions.

If it was a purely magical weapon, of course Wieland wanted to do as much as he wanted. Anyway, it was nothing more than engraving runes on the weapon to make it achieve its proper function.

And if it's just a purely enchanted rune sword, how can it be qualified to arouse the fear of the gods, and even give poison to abolish both hands?

The poison is not only harming the body, but also severely wounding the soul and life itself.

In other words, even if his father's soul escaped from the 'shackles' of the body and seized other people's bodies, his hands and legs were still disabled.

Excalibur Mimonger.

As the supreme masterpiece of his father, it condenses what his father has learned all his life, and even touched some kind of miracle as an ordinary elf blacksmith.

"It's sharp and can cut anything, as long as you can use its original power."

Sharp, cut off.

Two simple words contain extraordinary meaning.

"I'm such a fool..."

Finally, after feeling that he seemed to have regained some strength, Wittig just opened his eyes.

Then, what caught his eyes was the sky he was already familiar with.

But at this moment, the color of the sky is no longer blue, but dark black.

As for the light shining on the city, it is no longer the sunshine he saw before he fell into a coma—the sun goddess Sur seems to have completed her work, and now her brother, the moon god Mani, is taking over her inspection work.

"it's dark……"

Just staring at the sky like this, Wittig tensed his body suddenly.

How long have I been unconscious?

Forcing his still dull mind to function, Wittig subconsciously looked around.

Then, all he saw were the campfires that were going up, and there were the warriors of Gitland.

Looking from a distance, one after another bonfires seemed to lead directly to the only gate of Rose City like a line.

The soldiers did not return to their temporary residence in the city, they even just surrounded the big pot that seemed to be cooking food, chatting and laughing while eating.

The number of people does not seem to have decreased, and the position of the most important city gate has not been damaged in any way.

That is to say...

"Did we make it through the first day?"

After realizing this, Wittig couldn't help but took a deep breath.

Before he could have any more thoughts, someone else's voice came from beside his ears.

"Well, all of us survived, and it's thanks to you."

Subconsciously following the voice, Wittig saw his cousin.

"Sayad..."

"Ah."

Just smiling like that, Sead handed over a bowl of broth.

"After sleeping for so long, you should be hungry too, right?"

Without waiting for Wittig to give a verbal response, his body gave an extremely honest answer.

"Goo~"

The sound of hunger lingered like this, and it made Wittig uncomfortable.

"Uh……"

"Okay, don't say anything, take it and eat, I'll get you some bread."

Because the material reserve work has been done a long time ago, there will definitely be no shortage of this aspect.

Even now, they can afford meat.

But now Wittig doesn't have any other thoughts to think about the material and logistics. The hunger made him give up the spoon completely, just holding up the broth and sipping.

In any case, add some oil and water first.

And while he was tasting the broth, which was not really delicious, his cousin came back with bread.