Ark of the Immortal

In front of the teacher, she could throw away her so-called elegance and grace and sit by the campfire to bake her palms that had just been wet with rain.

Or learn sword skills she never thought possible.

This precious memory is the mirage that supports her through time and the source of her return here from the torture of the Silent Age.

Yesterday reappeared, Melanza was finally able to do everything the teacher told her 100%.

Straight thrust, chop, lift, sideways step.

Every movement was as perfect as if the teacher was holding her hand and guiding her.

Tracy could barely hold on in such a stormy attack.

Finally, Melanza was struck hard by the undead man's step, and struck in the middle of the sword with one strike.

The scarred sword was broken into two sections. There was a broken sword in Tracys' hand, but he could only abandon the sword and retreat in embarrassment.

But just when he was about to step back, his back rested on a solid stone.

The back of Tracy's head hit the edge of the stone without warning.

His vision was blurry.

With the blazing blade reflecting in his peripheral vision, he vaguely recognized the figure in front of him as another person.

That was a blood relative whom he had personally driven into despair.

If he hadn't explored the deep secrets himself, he wouldn't have personally held up the thick depth of the abyss.

Maybe, everything will be different?

Uh-huh!

A cold light flashed across his neck.

The head with the characteristics of Sakaz could no longer disintegrate into black mist under the pressure of the approaching real first fire.

Thick black blood splattered on the gravel behind him.

The head that spun and flew out saw the girl's back and the headless body.

Finally, his eyes permanently rested on the stone behind the body.

Fine patterns and corners inlaid with gold.

That's half the backrest of a throne.

The head rolled on the ground and turned into charcoal in the burning fire.

This is his end.

Just as the prophecy said.

The false king died on a throne that did not belong to him.

Melanza's hand holding the straight knife stopped in mid-air.

She gasped for air.

But she has never been so relaxed.

His body was so weak that he couldn't even turn around.

Melanza leaned back and fell straight to the ground.

However, she landed on a pair of arms covered in vambraces.

teacher.

Melanza looked up at the helmet that covered her face.

The girl raised her lips.

Um.

The undead man held Melanza's hand.

I miss you so much.

This is the girl's longing for him through the long river of time alone.

I am really happy.

I'm really happy to see you again.

...

The undead didn't know how to respond.

He was contacted by Dr.

Ever since the black curtain rose in the sky, people have been reporting to the doctor on the situation of the war.

The doctor still couldn't let go of his worry about Melanza and told the undead about it.

He didn't know what the girl in front of him had gone through before she chose to return to the present to find the hope that might not even exist.

In fact, as a teacher, he owed a lot to the disciple in front of him from the beginning.

The fire girl stood on the stairs. She stared at the figure of the undead man holding Melanza in the distance and lowered her gaze slightly.

She would not break the silence.

Because there is not much time left for girls.

But I feel so bad.

Water vapor suddenly dispersed in his eyes.

Tears fell down the corners of his eyes as if they had burst, and the blood on his cheeks covered in dust lost all color.

I don't want to leave, teacher. I don't want to leave here, I don't want to go back.

Talking freely to the teacher about her willfulness was something Melantha had never done before.

The girl cried, panicked and stretched out her palms to hug the teacher's arms, trying to keep this warmth in her memory.

After returning, she had to face her own world, the ruined silence.

But there have never been two guardians recognized by First Fire at the same time in history.

Melanza is the person who traveled through the wheel of time, the tenacious will stored in this body. After completing her mission, she will eventually return to her world.

And now.

The badge lying silently in the girl's lapel gradually lost its luster.

In front of the only guardian, she, the stowaway, was being repelled by the flames.

The undead know that different worlds will come into contact and overlap, but after all, they cannot stay for long.

Melantha must go.

The undead man held Melanza's petite hand, and the wounds on her body gradually healed.

Silently, Melanza's crying gradually stopped.

During the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the arm holding the undead man tightly slid down slowly.

People who come from the future are on their way home.

The flame burns quietly.

The firewood crackled and sparks flew up.

as always.

And -501. Their story is not over yet*

Good morning, Great Knight Leader! Many of our old faces appeared in yesterday's Special Tournament primaries! Thanks to the endless infected knights, seven players from the Light Knight Association were eliminated! But there are two The seeded players also failed. I think you all have to lose money, because the Knights Association will definitely not be able to swallow this breath. There was another power outage in the 13th City District, the network was damaged, and...

The familiar voice of the host played on the radio.

In the dim light of the morning, the door of Martin's Bar has just closed for business.

Old Martin yawned, sent away the last two customers, and was about to turn over the business sign.

A step stopped next to the sign outside the door.

Old Martin looked at the visitor with some surprise.

He remembered that he had seen the middle-aged man in front of him a few years ago.

Excuse me, is this Martin's Bar?

The man glanced uncertainly at the sign on the door that had lost its lighting.

Of course you are?

Martin looked at him with some confusion.

The man held something wrapped in black cloth in his hand.

He breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what Martin said, and then smiled at Martin.

My name is Ender, we've met.

...

Time passes.

A year has passed since the decisive battle in Victoria.

The false king of Kazdare died on the throne, and no one knows what happened here.

Rhode Island disappeared after taking the lead in this decisive battle.

Like ghosts, they can be seen all over Terra.

After retaking their hometown, the Victorians also stepped up their efforts to rebuild the city of Londinium.

As for the royal family dispute in Victoria, no one cares about this issue now.

In that battle to protect the country, Aslan's party, the symbol of Victoria's posture - the steam armor defeated the dragon, has gained everyone's respect and attention.

Even there are still some nobles and parliamentarians who have to confront Aslan's royal party because of the issue of their past sides.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the young king who walked out of the lower city will take over the Victoria Palace after everything returns to normal.

Kazdaele lost his leader, and the already chaotic country ushered in a period of even greater chaos.

However, there are vaguely several forces gathering in Sarkaz, and among them there are also figures from the Integration Movement, which was once a riot organization for the infected.

But many civilians don't care.

In a life that can crush their spines, finding the only happiness they have is the most urgent thing to do.

This year, the most important thing is undoubtedly the triennial Casimir Major.

After three years, the people of Casimir finally ushered in their festival again.

Everyone is looking forward to this year's competition.

In the last special tournament, a dark horse emerged from nowhere, overwhelming all the competitive knights who came to participate, and won his title with an unrivaled performance.

Then he drifted away after a siege that is still strictly forbidden to discuss.

There is no one of him in the world, but his presence is everywhere.

The girl who received the award on behalf of the battle knight finally stood on the field as an independent knight this year.

Can she, like her teacher, get her own one-word title?

what? What?!

The girl with long hair as smooth as golden satin, still wearing pajamas, hurriedly opened the door of Martin Bar.

Teacher is here?! Where is it? Teacher, come out! Maria is here!

Old Martin glanced at the girl at the door and twitched the corner of his eye.

Even though he is an adult, he still looks energetic, cheerful and lively.

But this kid’s energy is what makes people like him.

Teacher! Teacher!