because i am stel

sword.

She wasn't used to holding an unfamiliar sword for more than five seconds.

Bows, guns, or mallets didn't matter, but as long as it was a bladed weapon, she always felt that she shouldn't hold it in her hand for a long time.

——My sword belongs only to me.

——I only belong to my sword.

She thought so.So she continued to walk forward.From morning to night, from day to night.

And on the morning of the fourth day, when the sun rose, she finally came to the main gate of the city.

--middle Ages.

When she saw that city, she had an evaluation in her heart.Because although there are many towers in front of you, the building materials are basically wood or stone.

There is a lot of traffic and people's voices.

Vendors shouted and shouted in the market, and soldiers patrolled lazily outside the street.

The wheels rolled by, and the robes of the nobles dragged across the ground.The bell rang, and the beggar and the flower girl gave way to both sides of the road.

When she walked into the city, she saw a huge statue of a patron saint with a height of [-] meters in the central square of the city.The idol looked familiar, but somehow disgusted her.

— Kind of like me.

The girl thought to herself, and subconsciously lowered the cloak a little.Because she saw the idol with sharp horns, long red hair, and crimson eyes—but the hands were empty.

—but that's not me.

— because it has no sword.

She thought, and tried not to hear the voices of those believers praying.Because she heard that many people in this city were praying to a god named 'Surtr'.It is believed that this god can bless them and keep them safe.

--ridiculous.

——What is there to worship the gods? Isn’t it a good thing for you humans that they are all dead?

The girl's heart became more and more irritable.She tried not to pay attention to those prayers, but concentrated on finding her sword.

sword.

where is the sword

The girl searched earnestly, from the slums to the city lord's palace, she covered her traces, and she did not let go of every smallest possibility.

But she couldn't find it.

She was sure that the sword was here.But she couldn't find it.

So she kept looking.

And when she was looking for it.Gradually, there are fewer and fewer people in the city.

Not because of her, but because of something else.She saw more and more people praying at the feet of the idol.But there are fewer and fewer people who are well-dressed or fully armed.

Natural disasters are coming.A messenger delivered the sad news.

The dignitaries got the evidence, so they escaped the natural disaster and left with soldiers and rich people.But the poor and the sick in the city are left behind—no camels, no protection, and instead of going out into the wilderness to escape natural and man-made disasters, it's better to stay in the city, and maybe they can be caught by the walls and cellars. a way out.

"Save us from the Scourge, Surtr, and give us food"

"Please protect us from suffering, Surtr, please give us authority"

She saw those people kowtow to the god statue, not eating or drinking, and their foreheads were bleeding.

She felt that the sword was still inside the city, but she couldn't find where it was.

She is irritable.She was so restless that she didn't sleep.

And those boring prayers made her even more irritable.She even wanted to smash the statue directly so that these guys could be quieter.

Finally one day.

"You should not worship gods, you should rely on yourself." She took off the cloak covering her face, and with her true face, stood in front of this group of people who only knew how to pray to stones. "Come with me, and I will take you out of here. I know where there is water in the wilderness, and I know where you can rebuild everything."

She said.

She thought that she could at least persuade some people, so that the other part could also slowly figure it out.

however.

The people who worshiped the statue didn't even look at her, but worshiped the pile of stones even more fanatically and devoutly.

"Save us from the Scourge, Surtr, and give us food"

"Please protect us from suffering, Surtr, please give us authority"

They were even more enthusiastic, and some even smashed their heads, suffered intracranial hemorrhage, and died.He was still prostrating before he died.

——It’s all rubbish.

The girl thought that she didn't know why she was angry.

But since others disdain her, she won't be affectionate—she only did one thing in the end.

She dug a cellar behind the city, with bare hands, deep enough, strong enough, and wide enough.It is enough to hold all the people who have not left in the whole city three times and there is room.Then she told every living person in the city who was able to move the way to the cellar.

But no one appreciates her.Because people just worship their gods more devoutly, worship the clay sculpture, worship the useless and incompetent Surtr.

— there is no cure.

Her anger turned to disappointment, but she still didn't know why she was disappointed.

So, she waited until the day when the natural disaster came.

She thought there would be at least a little consolation prize, for example, someone would leave some food for herself, the little flower seller might give herself a small flower, or even a word of thanks, a courtesy... She thought there would be at least such a little return.

but.

Nothing at all.

The storm of natural disasters came as promised, blowing the earth, leveling the majestic buildings, tearing and obliterating the tall god statues.And she got nothing.

No one died, and no one thanked her.

In the storm of the Scourge, she sat down beside the idol.

She blocked the wind mixed with origin stone dust, so a huddled figure with the appearance of a girl appeared on the wall beside her.

Nothing at all.

The sword is still in the city.But she has nothing.

No, to be precise, it wasn't nothing—she got an answer, a response.A... ending that disappointed her.

"Levantine," she said softly.The chaotic memories in my mind converged into a clear picture.

"I am back."

Then the sword appeared beside her.

"Welcome back, Shirtle." The sword leaned against her side, its blade wrapped in the familiar flames.

The sword has always been by her side, the sword has been waiting for her to remember her name.

"I seem to have done it for nothing." The girl held her sword and said softly: "Before I died, after I died, and during the period when I came back to life. Nothing seems to have changed, there is not much difference."

"Do you regret it?" Jian asked.

"Why should I regret it?" The girl shook her head. "I just have extra expectations for extra people, and beyond these expectations, all the goals I want to do are fulfilled."

She stretched out her hand, and a jasmine flower that was crushed under the stone came to her side through the storm of the origin stone, floating.The flowers have withered a little, but they still give off a delicate fragrance.There were thirteen white petals in total, and under her will, none of them were torn out of the joint surface of the calyx in the storm.

"I'm fighting for myself, I'm fighting for my ideas, my morals, my ideas. I live for it, I die for it. And beyond that, can other people fight for me? Grow through my actions, whether civilization can be liberated by my death. It has nothing to do with me."

"You don't need them," said the sword. "You can finally think about things from the standpoint of God."

"Well, I don't need them," replied the girl. "They grow, it's their harvest. They get stuck, it's their choice. They fall, it's their fate—their success or failure has nothing to do with me. I just have to do what I want to do."

"So, what are you going to do?" Jian asked.

"To complete the commission and provide help." The girl replied, got up, and walked through the storm with her sword.

"Mortals are just props for issuing entrustments, and their words and behaviors have no meaning to me. I should not be happy because of them, nor should I be sad because of them-in other words, there are only two elements in entrustment, one is content, one is It's the reward. And beyond those two, everything is superfluous."

"It's superfluous, so there's no need to be sentimental."

The jasmine flower fell from in front of her, was blown apart by the origin stone wind and dust, fell to her feet, and was crushed into mud powder by her.

After all, she didn't catch the little flower - because she had no reason to catch it.

"I won't regret it." She walked through the storm and left the city—it was worthless to her.

..............................

"I shouldn't regret it." Sier Teer sat on the edge of the city wall, overlooking the wasteland on the left and the steel forest on the right.She saw the city slowly advancing in the wasteland, and saw the streets made of steel flourish and bustle.

She wandered around the city for hours.

I wandered for several hours following the crawling city on the wasteland beside the city.

She thought of the little flower, the jasmine that appeared in the hallucination.

She didn't know why she thought about it, but she didn't feel the need to limit her thoughts.

There are many plausible scenarios emerging in my mind, and many colorful thoughts are circulating in my mind.

There should be no regrets.

There is no need to regret.

What kind of person you are is only related to yourself.Even if he is really a pervert, really keen on pain and blood.Is it impossible to achieve your own goals?

"I have some special hobbies, so what? Can I not protect them because of this? Can't I take care of them? Can't I keep them from being hurt?"

"Ridiculous." She said softly, facing herself and her sword. "I can control myself. Since I can control, then everything is not a problem."

There is no need to change what has already been decided.

Once you have made up your mind, there is no need to retreat.

She pressed her heart, feeling the restless heart gradually calm down.

She has already made a decision, and there is no need for her to come and explain it.

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Another day when the recommendation was banned, painful_(:з」∠)_

Memento Dragon (Copyright) Family II

Japan.

Tokyo.

The headquarters building of a multinational heavy industry.

Many great figures who can only hear legends from the streets and alleys gathered together.Some are young, some are old.Some angry, some unwilling.Some are in suits and leather shoes, and some follow the Japanese tradition. The higher the status, the more retro the clothes—they were summoned and gathered here, and their small actions are enough to destabilize the island country.

They all knelt on the ground.

"Strictly speaking, I'm actually not very interested in the small calculations of your Japanese branch. It doesn't matter what white dragons, black dragons, messy dragons... Anyway, everything in the Nordic god system has been killed by me from top to bottom. No matter how interesting these weird things you make are, they are still ants to me."

The red-haired woman stood in the center of the meeting room, and she could see all the fearful, unwilling, or angry eyes - she stood, and the others had to kneel.Being able to kneel is actually a manifestation of talent. In fact, except for a small number of young or middle-aged people with extraordinary temperament, most of them can only lie on their stomachs.

Of course, lying down is better than lying down.

Because outside the conference hall, those half-human, half-dragon, half-human, half-dragon things were already lying on the ground completely or scattered in a pool.

At her feet, an old man in a classic windbreaker with the family name 'Ju' on his back was still trying to struggle.

So she exerted a little force on her toes.

"But, I can't tolerate such things as betrayal, especially when outsiders intervene. Do you think so, Dr. Herzog?"

The old man at her feet vomited blood from Da Tan, because of this step, the old man's spine was broken.

However, what surprised the old man more than the pain was what she said.

"You... how do you know!"

"I want to know, so I know." The red-haired woman bent down slightly, stretched out her hand, and pierced the old man's chest.

And when she withdrew her hand, a clapper connected with flesh and blood had already landed on her hand.