Illimitable Until Death

“Friend... friend...? ”

The word, how shocked Amelia's heart, can be understood by anyone who understands Amelia.

Looking at Sylvia's happy smile, Amelia was a little panicked.

“But... am I a half elf? And silver hair...”

Just now, Sylvia interrupted directly.

“It's okay. ”

Sylvia broke all of Amelia's concerns in a simple word.

'Cause I love Leah. ”

Thousands of words are not worth the weight of this sentence.

“This…”

Everyone was sometimes right about this sudden scene.

“Really...”

There was also a dark sigh of sighing, and I couldn't find a faint smile on my face.

Amelia, on the other hand, could only stay and watch Sylvia.

Finally, under Sylviana's incredible smile of intimacy, a blushing whisper.

“If… if I may…”

After all, being able to make friends is Amelia's biggest expectation.

“Hmm.” Sylvia nodded and said, “Can't you add Miss Leah again? Just call me Sylvie. ”

“Got it... got it, Sylvie. ”

“Good boy.”

Sylvia touched Amelia's head and embarrassed her.

That's not so much a friend as a sister.

Even though they have different hair colours, different races and different worlds, these two beautiful young girls, like goddesses, became friends at this moment.

One is Goki, who can conquer the world by appearance.

One is the most beautiful half elf in the world.

It's like a dream scene.

And at this moment, Amelia doesn't even know that Rem is looking at her with envy.

(Admitted by Lord Fangli's lover, Lord Amelia...)

This is undoubtedly a great advance.

Perhaps Amelia herself has no such consciousness.

But for Sylvia, Amelia's kindness and innocence are enough to impress her.

After all, Sylvia is the least of these kids.

Unfortunately, someone prefers to interrupt such a warm scene.

“Now that you've decided to take part in the trial, go to the cemetery. ”

Garfield leaned against the door and said something like that impatiently.

“The night has come, knowing that there are people here who might take part in the trials, but the guys out there are so stupid. ”

After that, Garfield left without waiting for a response.

“Well, Lord Amelia.” Rosewal also stood up and said to Amelia in an exaggerated tone: "Please follow Garfield to the cemetery. ”

“Rosvall?” Amelia was surprised when she said, “Aren't you coming? ”

“Even if I did, it wouldn't do much good.” Rosvall seemed helpless to stall the stall, laughing so: “So I better go find out if there's anything I can do? ”

If we stay like this, Rosvall also leaves without waiting for a response.

I glanced at the scene, even if I didn't pay much attention.

Instead, Ram was with Amelia as if she were going to do her job on Rosewal's behalf.

“Lord Amelia, let's go. ”

Smell it, Amelia nodded her head, tightening her face.

Sylvia comes to the side of the square as people walk out the door one after the other.

“Is that okay? ”

What Sylvia meant by nature was whether that trial would do Amelia any harm.

“Let's just watch it change. ”

Sylvia's hand was held in the square, and she went outside, and she answered.

“After all, there are some mysteries about Amelia that haven't been solved, and if she doesn't do something about it, it's hard to make progress. ”

Parker's silence, for example, remains unresolved.

Since it has not been resolved, change will not come if nothing is done.

If there is to be a change, something must be done.

Perhaps this trial will be an opportunity.

“Anyway, that cemetery is where Parker's Creator lies. ”

Speaking of which, he followed Sylvia behind the crowd and left.

……

The "sanctuary" of the night, like the day, has a sense of desolation.

The difference is just the atmosphere.

Unlike during the day, the village will have minimal lights at night.

Due to the limitations of the conditions, there is naturally no way to light households, basically, if you walk outside, you can only recognize the darkness by starlight.

But this evening is special.

As Garfield said, because they heard that people were about to take part in the trial, the residents here were all stupidly moving, not only setting off a huge bonfire in the center of the village after nightfall, illuminating the road to the cemetery, but also gathering on the road, watching as if watching a festival.

“Is that the rumored Lord Amelia? ”

“It's really a half elf with silver hair...”

“Is she the one who's going to the trials? ”

“I don't know if I can make it...”

All the inhabitants gathered together to send out this dialogue.

And as the focus of everyone, Amelia's eyes also seemed a little uneasy, but she didn't get scared and kept walking.

The words in the square are perceptible.

The surrounding residents didn't always look at Amelia in a friendly way.

Someone who feels comfortable with Amelia's position and feels sympathy for her descent, which makes her more vulnerable than herself to the exclusion of the world, thus giving understanding.

There are people who, even knowing that they and Amelia belong to the same mixed race, still have a bias against half elves and show disgust.

There is hope that Amelia will be able to liberate the "sanctuary" and restore her freedom to those who look forward and hope.

Some stare at Amelia with hateful eyes, as if to see her life turned into an enemy to destroy.

“Doesn't everyone want to leave...? ”

The square is not incomprehensible.

Wherever it is, there are those who settle for the status quo.

Residents who fear the exclusion and victimization of the world outside must also exist in the Holy Land.

For these people, the junction is a real shield, a condition that Amelia would not naturally like to see lifted.

Thinking about it, the square looks at Garfield, who leads the way.

“Guess that's why the guy's been hanging around us, huh? ”

That is not only to monitor the movement of outsiders, but also to protect the practices of important persons who are able to restore freedom to others such as themselves.

Otherwise, it may not be long before Amelia is attacked by villagers who do not want to go out.

In this situation, people came to the cemetery again.

And here, there's already someone waiting.

“Finally? I've been waiting a long time for you! ”

Such a voice draws people's gaze to the past.