Chapter 229

Yes, she is Atalanta, the huntress from ancient Greece.

The woman who left the most footprints on the journey of promise.

The first hero in the Promise Human Painting Volume.

Nuoyan actually never thought that this scene would leave such a deep impression on him.

But Nuoyan knew in his heart that one of the reasons why he chose this scene was probably more because of Melyuzina.

Because of the previous rescue, even though the moon god Artemis didn't care much about it, Atalanta's belief in the moon god even collapsed for a while.

But that redemption still made Atalanta give everything she had to her without any reservation or regret.

Just like in the memory of her promise, Melyuzina gave her all to the fairy Aurora.

So, in this painting, in the moonlight.

When Nuo Yan opened his eyes and stopped painting in his hands.

Nuoyan saw that the strongest and most beautiful fairy knight had been born.

Under the bright moonlight, she walked out of the turbid black mud and came to sit next to Nuoyan.

Those dazzling golden eyes looked at the picture drawn by Nuoyan, the scene that had been engraved in the eyes of the world and thousands of creatures.

At the same time, he looked at him who slowly smiled and looked at him.

"Let's get to know each other."

Promise reached out to her.

"My name is Promise."

The beautiful elf knight looked at the hand, hesitated for a moment, and then extended his hand as well.

"And your... name is Melyuzina."

The promise gave her the name that originally belonged to her at this moment.

At this moment, on the throne two thousand years later, Morgan looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly thought of a question.

That is Meliuzina at this moment. In her eyes... is there still the figure of Aurora?

Chapter 192 The Straight Ball Goddess of Destiny Clotho (4k)

In this way, the fate of the Rain Clan in Fairy Country was rewritten.

The moment he was born, the elf knight Lancelot was already the strongest. In order to repay the intellectual kindness he promised, he protected this race that was destined to perish and saved Vivian.

But when Vivian was happily preparing to return to Nuoyan, she found that he had disappeared. Even Meliuzina, who subconsciously wanted to follow in his footsteps, also found that he could no longer be found.

Because the promise at this time has already come to Morgan.

Outside the Rain Clan Kingdom,

The dim light of the morning tore apart the darkness of the night, and the light of dawn shone on the newly reborn Rain Clan.

Nuo Yan came to the suburbs alone,

He sat on a smooth stone facing the morning light and waited quietly for her arrival.

Soon, the Lostbelt Queen Morgan, who had been looking two thousand years in the future, came to Nuoyan.

She wore the veil as always. Under the veil was a beautiful face like a goddess, with long flowing silver hair reflected by the bright sunshine. Her emotionless blue eyes stared at the young man who was smiling at her.

"Are you waiting for me?"

Morgan asked coolly.

"Well, because I know you will definitely come to me."

Nuoyan replied: "I made such a mess in your past, so you can't remain indifferent... Now the fate of the Rain Clan has been changed, and I have repaid Vivian's kindness for saving me, so in fact There is no reason to stay here.”

Hearing Nuo Yan say this, although Morgan didn't say anything on the surface, he was actually relieved in his heart.

The existence of the promise was too unstable. In order to avoid too many changes in the future, Morgan naturally could not tolerate him continuing to stay here.

In fact, the simplest and most effective way in this matter is to kill Nuoyan, and he looks so fragile, as if he can end everything with just one finger.

But regardless of whether Nuoyan has become Vivian's friend... At this point, Nuoyan can even be regarded as Morgan's only friend at the moment.

Or maybe it was the matter of saving the Yu clan.

All of them made some changes in Morgan's frozen heart.

So the silent Morgan used the mirror magic again, taking the promise away from this era and heading to the future more than two thousand years later.

But, what Morgan didn't expect was.

When the spell disappeared, Promise had indeed left that era, but when Morgan opened his eyes on the throne, Promise was no longer in his eyes.

Just as suddenly as he appeared in Morgan's memory, the promise at this moment disappeared in front of her.

When I realized that the promise was missing, I didn't know whether it was because I was worried about the impact he might have, or because unnecessary memories emerged in my mind at that moment.

At this moment, the Queen of the Lostbelt felt panic for the first time!

After waking up from the teleportation of the mirror magic, he opened his eyes in confusion, and sat up from the ground, looking up at the familiar temple ceiling in the sky, and gradually understood where he had arrived.

He himself was actually equally sluggish.

In the ancient temple, the threads representing the fate of everyone in the world were intertwined in the sky as always.

At the same time, Nuo Yan felt his cheek being pinched gently.

That's a very familiar force.

When Nuo Yan tilted his head in disbelief and looked at the person kneeling next to him.

I saw that the other party was wearing a white robe used in ancient Greek rituals, with some white hair flowing out of the hood, and his eyes were white.

Because she cannot see the present, she can only look into the future.

She was quietly facing the promise in front of her at this moment.

He gently pinched Nuoyan's face with his little hands.

I wanted to punish him as promised, but I was too distressed to do anything.

She wanted to tell Nuoyan with a straight face that she was unhappy at the moment, even angry.

But the displeased look that she tried so hard to maintain was filled with uncontrollable happiness and resentment because of his arrival.

Nuoyan blinked his holy blue eyes, and his eyes widened little by little, filled with her shadow.

He really couldn't believe it at this moment, she actually appeared like this, without any warning, so unexpectedly.

"...Klotto, is that you?"

Nuoyan's voice trembled slightly.

And what responded to the promise was the little hand that became stronger and stronger.

"Obviously, I have been calling you."

Then, Clotho spoke, his voice as childish as ever, carrying the majesty of a goddess that he tried hard to maintain.

At the same time, there was an unprecedented trace of unknown grievance.

“You even asked Hera, the queen of heaven, to pass a message to you... The sky is your canvas, and Pegasus, the horse of heaven, carries your belongings.

Among them, including the doll you gave me. "

...Eh?

At this moment, I finally realized the promise of something, and I couldn't help but blink lightly at the delicate and lovely goddess in front of me.

"But you have been ignoring all this."

At this point, Clotto, who knelt down in front of Nuoyan and expressed that he couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his other hand, pinched Nuoyan's face with both hands, and stretched it gently.

To show the anger in my heart at this moment.

In this regard, Nuoyan, who had been silent for a long moment, suddenly reached out and held Clotto in his arms, and when her body stiffened and her face showed obvious panic.

"Sorry." Nuoyan said softly.

And just this sentence,

Just these two simple words, for Clotho who knew everything about the promise from the beginning, knew that the promise was about to leave, and had tried to follow the promise to no avail because the time was too long, and then kept waiting for him.

In ancient Greek mythology, the goddess Clotho is in charge of the thread of future destiny.

That's enough.

"...Although I've always known it, I didn't expect that you would turn out to be such an idiot after taking off all pretense."

Clotto, who was held in Nuoyan's arms, stretched out his hand very hard and rubbed Nuoyan's head, and he couldn't help but reveal a slight smile on his doll-like face.

"In my heart, I worry about such a small thing as not being recognized... Promise, what I love is not the great hero who has repeatedly created miracles."

"And, it's just you."

Clotho, the goddess of fate, is undoubtedly the most qualified to say this.

Because unlike others, she was the one who knew the truth from the beginning and held the crystal ball of destiny in her hand until she finally broke it.

Therefore, in her eyes, Nuoyan was indeed not the great hero of ancient Greece, but always himself.

Therefore, what she cares about is never the identity of the great hero Nuo Yan, who has shown her the ability to have a bright future time and time again.

Clotto, from the beginning to the end, all she cared about was her promise.

The slightly childish and soft voice, with a hint of tenderness that had never been seen before, whispered softly in Nuoyan's ears.

This made Silent Promise subconsciously hug Clotto tighter.

Then......

"These words were taught to you by my second sister Lachesis, right?"

As soon as I finished speaking,

"Ahhh, you're such a piece of wood!"

Angry in his heart, the second sister Lachesis, who had been peeping secretly, suddenly appeared in a flash when Atropos, the goddess of fate and the eldest sister, was unable to stop her and was too lazy to stop her, and hit Nuoyan with a blaster on the head.

Seeing this, even Clotto fell silent.

The gentleness that was too lazy to see on the face slowly disappeared, returning to the delicate face as before, like a doll without any change in expression.

He reached out and gently pushed away the promise in his arms.

Tilting his head means that he doesn't want to talk to him anymore in a short time.

Nuoyan scratched his head in embarrassment and smiled at his second sister Laxis, who was glaring at him angrily and gasping for breath due to her illness.

"Long time no see, second sister."

"No, not good at all!"

Lachesis glared at Nuoyan fiercely and said angrily: "Do you know, I don't even remember how long it has been since I last saw my sister. Since you left, my sister has fallen into a deep sleep and left all the work to me. And the eldest sister..."

At this moment, the second sister had not finished speaking.

"Correction."

The eldest sister responded calmly: "Most of it was left to me... Lachesis, you talk too much. In fact, I always thought that you could just sleep with your sister."

"No, sister, why do you say that? I obviously stay with you patiently to prevent you from being lonely..."

"No, I won't be lonely. On the contrary, I find you annoying."

The emotionless eldest sister, the Goddess of Destiny, did not hesitate to interrupt Lachesis' next words, and even gave her a sidelong glance and said, "And the essential reason why you don't fall asleep is simply because you find sleeping boring."

In ancient Greek mythology, the three goddesses of fate were actually quite active.

They often came to the human world to tell heroes all kinds of fate.

The second sister Lachesis was so angry that she didn't want to talk anymore, so she set her sights on Nuoyan again and glared at him fiercely.

Nuoyan shrank his head and subconsciously hid behind Clotho.

Although Clotho wanted to hit Nuoyan on the head, he still stood in front of Nuoyan silently to protect him when he saw his sister's unfriendly look.