You and me under the world tree

Before, he said so.

But at that time, the young girl didn't react at all for a while.

but now……

"You are attached to your throne, so you won't run away no matter what. As for your queen, you can't run away at all, can you?"

Under the whispering words of the gothic princess, Elf suddenly began to cough crazily.

He couldn't help but spit out a lot of blood.

No one knew whether he was aroused by what Dietrich said, or whether his life was really coming to an end.

"However, whether it's because I don't have the ability to send my queen away, or because I don't want the queen to leave because of my selfishness, I'm not interested in this point, but your child is obviously not the kind who can abandon his parents with all his heart people."

"Cough cough cough..."

In the end, Elf reached the end of his life in this breathless pain.

His body was nailed to his throne by Dietrich.

As for what took his life, it wasn't some magical weapon, it was just the long sword of a Danish warrior that Dietrich picked up casually.

"To die on your own throne, and to be a king until the end, is it in line with your wishes and ideas?"

she whispered.

Then, she smiled.

"Do you think it's over like this? It's not that simple."

Accompanied by extremely simple words, the weird runes began to radiate power.

directly related to the soul.

Use the body as a cage to trap the soul!

"You can't die now, after all, you haven't seen your hopes completely shattered, so how can you die?"

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Second afternoon _(:з」∠)_

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For mortals, death is the end of life.

Because it means parting forever.

The heroic warriors who died in battle will gain the attention of the Valkyrie and the gods, and may have the opportunity to enter the realm of the gods.

However, not most of the dead in this world will enter Asgard to share glory and eternal life with the gods.

Most of them will be led into the kingdom of the dead.

Helheim, the kingdom of the underworld, this is their final destination.

For humans, going to Helheim can even be said to be an instinct.

Most people living in Midgard could never tell where Helheim was before their lives, but they were able to track down that location without specific consciousness after death.

For mortals, the boundary between life and death is like a thick barrier.

It means eternal separation and pain,

It is also for this reason that there is a steady stream of hatred in this human world.

'die'.

This state, which may be reversible for other gods or giants, is like a mountain for mortal races, making them breathless.

However, on the world tree and among the nine worlds, there is such a kind of occupation that breaks the common sense.

wizard!

No matter what kind of race it is, as long as it is involved with this mysterious power and has a complete study of it, it can display mysterious power that ordinary people can't imagine.

As for rubbing fireballs with bare hands, this can only be called 'knowing runes'.

Not even the most basic learning.

For wizards who can really use magic, runes are just a process that they can cast at will.

Freehand drawing, leading to results!

The tenth rune, the No.11 rune!

Under the influence of these two runes that exude strange and strange powers, there is a cumbersome arrangement and combination of runes.

This combination constitutes a magical array that leads to the netherworld.

At this moment, the extremely thick wall of life and death in the eyes of mortals seemed to be completely broken, and a ray of light rushed out of the magic circle and penetrated into the body of the originally dead king.

"Gu..."

In an instant, the King of Denmark opened his eyes.

Completely different from the panic before, his eyes are full of lingering blankness at this moment.

Because he had no idea what was going on.

After being completely dead, his consciousness fell into chaos.

But at the moment of confusion, his thinking was restricted to a certain extent.

However, as a native of the Atrium, he certainly knows where he belongs.

If the gods look down on him and think that he is a mediocre person, then he must go to the kingdom of the nether world and belong to the rule of the goddess of death.

As for the legendary Nether Kingdom, what a mortal like him can have is only a sense of awe and fear.

For him, the best situation is to regain consciousness and realize that he has reached the end.

This is the best.

However, what he didn't expect was that when he opened his eyes again, what appeared before his eyes was still the last moment of his memory.

Familiar palaces, familiar fires, even familiar war horses and enemies!

"you……"

The moment he saw those shocking scarlet eyes, Elf subconsciously wanted to make some noise.

But at this moment, he found that he couldn't speak at all.

Obviously he had already uttered the first syllable, but he couldn't speak the words that followed anyway.

The voice seemed to be stuck in the throat.

He couldn't control his mouth, not even his tongue.

Also because of this reason, strong fear emerged in his heart.

However, his face could no longer express his emotions.

On the surface, although the dead king opened his eyes, his expression was cold and dull, like a sculpture.

It's not really a resurrection at all.

Because Dietrich wouldn't be so kind.

She had no intention of resurrecting this man from the very beginning.

But now, she just used the corpse as a medium to forcibly summon Elf's soul back, and then imprisoned him in her body.

As for the control of this body, it was in Dietrich's own hands.

"Humph."

Along with Dietrich's manipulation, Elf's body moved like this.

At this moment, because his soul forcibly re-established a part of the connection with his body, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.

However, he couldn't do anything, he could only watch his body gradually pull out the long sword that penetrated his body.

This movement is very slow.

But it is precisely because of the slowness that there is that kind of heart-piercing pain.

Then, after pulling out the blade, he heard a voice coming from his ear.

"Answer my question, Elf, King of Denmark, is your child and wife still in the palace?"

"Yes, they are still in the palace."

Elf heard the voice of 'himself'.

It seemed to be the body's answer based on memory.

And after realizing this, he began to fight desperately.

However, he is just a mortal after all.

This kind of resistance can't even try to shake the imprisonment of magic.

In Dietrich's eyes, although Elf's soul light fluctuated strongly due to anger.

But no more than that.

"Then do you know where they are?"

"do not know."

"..."

Enduring the pain of the penetrating wound, Elf just listened to his own voice.

And at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little bit lucky.

At least he was on guard against so-called magic.

Although he doesn't understand magic, he understands the magic of magic.

He was afraid that Dietrich would extract clues about his child's whereabouts directly from his corpse like those cruel wizards in the legend.

Therefore, he simply did not ask about his planned route.

"Let's go, then."

But just when he breathed a sigh of relief, what he saw was the woman's vicious face.

"As long as your child and wife are still in the palace, even if you dig three feet into the ground, you won't be able to hide it from my eyes."

This is impossible!

After hearing Dietrich's words, such thoughts flashed through his mind immediately.

Although magic seems to be endless, and its role is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

But, she can't do that!

Wizards can't interfere too much with worldly affairs!

A wizard must never do this!

He felt that Dietrich couldn't do it, that even if she could do it, she didn't have the courage.

Because it is tantamount to going against the rules set by the gods.

As the king of Denmark, he understands some of these rules behind the scenes.

But, in the end, reality shattered his fantasy.

Dietrich immediately turned over and got off the horse, and then directly grabbed his hair.

Dragging the king forward like trash.

Along the way, blood flowed all over the place, and the maids who saw this scene couldn't help trembling, hiding in the corner and dared not move at all.

What makes Elf gradually feel hopeless is that Dietrich's actions along the way did not stop at all.