You and me under the world tree

However, the slight difference is that in the popular and translated versions, Laurin is a dwarf king.

In contrast, the Tyrol Mountains are the boundaries of a huge dwarf kingdom.

But in the collection of poetry editions, Laurin appeared as an individual.

He is merely the owner of the garden.

Moreover, in these two versions, Laurin's fate after the conflict with the protagonist Dietrich is different.

The popular version mixes the legend of the Nibelungen next door, referring to the relationship between Siegfried and the Kingdom of Nibelungen, allowing the protagonist Dietrich to conquer the dwarven kingdom of Laurin.

The poetry version and the legend version mainly focus on the big garden, and describe a duel.

And the concept of 'time' itself comes from the poetic version, because only in this version, the Great Rose Garden is shrouded in a curse from Laurin.

"You don't want to say that the rose garden itself has disappeared and can only be seen at certain times."

Thinking of this, Hodder couldn't help laughing.

However, this seemingly casual discourse has been affirmed.

"Well, the original owner of that garden cursed it, making it impossible to appear in front of people during the day and night, and the only way to see and enter the garden is at the moment of dawn and dusk."

The moment when the sun and the moon alternate.

Boy, is this still a fight for time?

"But don't feel nervous, there is plenty of time, because when you see roses, it means you have entered the garden."

At this moment, Dietrich did not notice that the expression of the man behind her was a little subtle.

Even getting a little ugly.

"And what about the dwarf?"

"He, he's dead."

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Good morning everyone

Chapter 15: Listen quietly

The light and fluttering words echoed like this.

It seemed that to Dietrich, this matter was nothing.

However, Her Highness the Gothic princess did not realize that just as she said that, the complexion of the sage who followed her became even uglier.

"Are you dead?"

"Well, dead."

For Dietrich, this sort of thing was normal.

Just like eating and drinking.

And from her point of view, this is indeed not something worth noting.

Just kill.

In Midgard, where wars are frequent, killing is a normal thing.

And let alone her, everyone knew that the man following her was not a kind person with a fragile heart.

Everyone has blood on their hands.

However, after all, Dietrich is not the kind of person who will kill at will according to her inner desire.

The evil and desires deep in her heart are terrifying.

She knew she had to learn to suppress it.

For Her Royal Highness, it has become instinctive to find a suitable reason that can be accepted by everyone.

And from another perspective, she didn't want that man to have any weird views on her.

"Don't get me wrong."

That's it, she added.

"Ok?"

"Actually, there is a reason for this."

"Ah."

For this point, Howard is very clear.

Because he knew exactly what kind of person this girl was.

But he didn't stop her excuse, because he also wanted to know what happened.

"I remember you said that you found it by accident."

"Well, it's good luck, I just wanted to come and have a look."

Following Hodder's words directly, Dietrich couldn't help narrowing her eyes.

At this moment, her steps slowed down.

At the same time, her eyes turned to the landscape on the left and right.

"A long time ago, I didn't have this much pressure, so I just wanted to walk around."

"Is it the traveling period?"

"Ah."

"That's really a long time."

Today, Dietrich is a gothic princess in control of the real power.

Even years before, when Siegfried was a fledgling, she had already made a name for herself.

Fighting everywhere, even using the most violent posture to suppress the Hengding clan.

"At that time, you should be regarded as the peak."

"peak……"

For a moment, Dietrich's own thoughts were interrupted unavoidably.

For her, this vocabulary, which has always been associated with folk hero legends, means too much.

In Midgard, everyone has such a definition of the so-called 'hero'.

This definition has even been applied to the creation of hero legends.

The fledgling, the ups and downs of the first adventure and the rewards after the adventure are seen by them as 'rising'.

And the peak is also fixed at a young age by them.

It may be because most bards have no contact with the army and court, so in their view, the freedom when traveling is the most praiseworthy.

Even if everyone thinks that gaining status and wealth and controlling power is the pinnacle of a hero.

But in their eyes, the so-called peak is just that moment.

I don't know if it's because those poets have seen through the heavy responsibility behind power and status, or because they simply can't get in touch, or even feel jealous.

In short, in the heroic legends they narrate, too high a status is not a good thing.

In this human world, the legend of Siegmund ends with conquering the Quartet and restoring the glory of his fathers.

And the legend about Siegfried's child revised by the poets also ends with the restoration of the country.

Although Siegfried was still alive, and the kingdom under his leadership had won many battles, Burgundy was even directly destroyed.

But the main body of his own poetry has been fixed.

But of course, those bards also have their own reasons.

They don't like the kind of flat stories, because they are called "heroes", so they have nothing to do with the word "plain".

What they like and what they want to portray are legends with ups and downs.

A personal legend.

So when a hero has reached his peak and cannot go any further, poets turn their attention to others.

Midgard is deeply influenced by the beliefs of the gods, and fearlessness in battle has become a part of traditional education, so there is never a shortage of people who want to be heroes.

And it is such bards, their brain circuits and thoughts are completely different from the legendary 'protagonists', those who are superior.

If it weren't for the legend, they might not be able to play together at all.

However, it is only in this cognition that it resonates wonderfully.

Because Dietrich, the legendary prince of victory, and today's Dietrich also have such thoughts.

The only difference is that the poets care about the ups and downs of adventures that are circulated outside.

Battles, gains, companions, achievements.

And what she cares about is that mood.

Even now, she, who had been hit by the court of the coup, once again resumed the hot topic, and even accomplished what her father, King Dittmar, had never done before his death.

But at the bottom of her heart, her so-called peak seemed to stay a few years ago forever.

At that time, she was traveling as an adventurer.

Although she still has responsibilities on her shoulders, she has her father to shield her from the wind and rain.

At this point, she closed her eyes, recalling the previous scenes in her mind.

Those are precious memories that belong to her alone.

She is young.

She was in high spirits.

Even though she is disguised as a prince, she is still the child of her father.

Just because she knew that there was a father, she acted boldly.

"For me, the throne is still too heavy."

"Ok?"

"No, nothing."

Unknowingly, Dietrich realized that the man had come to her side.

So, she couldn't help shaking her head.

"What I want to say is that you are right."

she whispered.

"Thinking about it, it was the most pleasant time I had. After returning from Jotunheim, I even had the time to come here to find a big garden."

Then, Hodder didn't continue to make any more noise.

Although he was a little curious and wanted to know, he didn't urge him.

"To be honest, I didn't think at that time that I must find the legendary big garden. After all, it is a legend that has been passed down for hundreds of years, but there has been no substantial progress or discovery."

"Well, it's normal."

"Thinking back carefully now, I probably wasn't looking for any garden at that time."

Great rose garden in the Tyrolean mountains?

For a pragmatist like Dietrich, that kind of thing looks flashy no matter what.