Chapter 268

Even if they couldn't see the dreamlike scene, they couldn't turn a blind eye to those monsters, nor could they turn a blind eye to the village that might be infested by monsters.

However, people who are familiar with Simmel, such as Aize, Ash, and Haita, can all see that Simmel is still obsessed with the scene described by the villagers of Gris.

"Even if you get rid of all the nearby monsters, you won't be able to see that scene, Simmel."

Although it was something that the villagers had said once, Ai Ze still wanted to repeat it to Simmel, "The crystal flowers are not bad. As long as all the monsters can be eliminated, it only takes ten years at most to let the crystal flowers bloom and form a sea of ​​flowers again." A few years, but it will take nearly a hundred years for the exhausted magic power to form a tide again."

"It will take a hundred years. By then, you and Haita will probably be gone, and I will probably be old enough to travel again by then."

Aize didn't mean to throw cold water on Simmel. He just wanted Simmel not to have unrealistic illusions.

"I'm fine, Aize."

Xinmel listened to Aize's words quietly, with a slight smile always on his face.

"I'm really sorry that I can't enjoy the scenery that so many people are praising...but there's nothing I can do about it. It's inevitable to feel regret while traveling, so...I I plan to give this wish to Ash and Fulian in the future.”

"If it were them, they would definitely be able to make up for my regret."

Those blue eyes seemed to be able to see far into the future, reflecting the starlight like a mirror lake.

"And... we are not without gains."

"The efforts we have made these days will give people a hundred years from now the opportunity to see that beautiful scene. If we can defeat the devil and usher in true peace, then... everyone can see that beautiful scene. The time will come.”

"When they are moved by that dreamlike scene, they will definitely thank us for our efforts... although they may not know who to thank at the time."

Even if they do defeat the Demon King, they will be forgotten sooner or later.

His experiences will generate various legends or stories, and people's word-of-mouth will give birth to various heroes based on them.

However, Simmel felt that it didn't matter even so.

"I want to become a hero, not to defeat the devil, but to make the flowers bloom because of me, and the stars shine because of me, and bring blessings to the people who are still working hard in the distant future."

"This is the most gratifying reward I can receive."

466

Chapter 466 Fictional legends and real history.

30 years after the death of the brave Simmel.

After leaving the underground space, Ai and others spent several days walking through the forest and arrived at Gris Village.

"Let's rest here before reaching the next town."

Fulian made such a decision.

After passing through the gate and walking into the village, walking on the rough path, Frilian's eyes scanned the surrounding buildings.

"What's wrong? Florian."

Ash walked beside Fulian, always with a smile as gentle as the warm spring sun on his face, "Is there anything here that interests you?"

"That's not true, it's just...it feels really rare."

There was no ups and downs in Fulilian's tone, "This place doesn't seem to be much different from the last time I came here. When I went to find Simmel and in Morufo, the city has changed a lot. They're all lost...and the hot spring town disappeared in just eighty years."

Eighty years is already a lifetime for many ordinary people, but in Fulian's words, it was described as "merely".

Even though she had been changed a lot by Simmel, some inadvertent small details still exposed Fulian's uniqueness as an immortal species.

Ai blinked his light blue lake-like eyes, and said warmly: "The place where Simmel lives is the royal capital of the Central Powers. Eighty years is enough for him to be reborn. Morufu is because he has a great lord. ”

"As for the hot spring town, it's easier to understand. It was a town that developed based on nearby hot springs. However, the hot springs there dried up decades ago, so naturally the hot spring town would have difficulty surviving."

"I know...of course I know what you said."

Fulilian lowered her eyes and her voice gradually became quieter, "I just... don't like this. It's just an inattentive thing... and I can never get it back."

Looking at Fulilian like this, there seemed to be something more in Ash's smile, and tenderness like autumn water rippled slightly in his eyes.

He raised his hand and gently stroked Fulilian's head, but was slapped away by Fulilian.

"Don't touch my head all the time, I'm not a child."

"Treat them differently. Even at Simmel's funeral, even when Haita touched your head, you didn't slap it away so hard."

"...I forgot at that time."

Fulian, who seemed not to care about anything and didn't pay attention to anything, as if her own time and emotions were frozen, cried at Simmel's funeral.

It was as if it was not until that day that Fulilian truly understood the meaning of death, and understood that "from this day on, the person in the coffin will never be able to open his eyes again, and will never appear in front of me again. The fact that I can only see him again in my memories.”

Ash's thoughts began to wander.

That was the night when everyone returned to the capital after the Demon King was successfully defeated.

It was also the night that the Brave Team was disbanded.

After that night, Haita will return to the church, Simmel plans to find a job, Aize says he wants to go back, and Frillian will embark on a journey again in search of magic.

That night, Ai had a conversation with Simmel.

First, Ai congratulated Simmel for successfully defeating the Demon King, and Simmel responded with a smile from time to time.

"As expected, you're here too, Ai."

"What? Aren't you welcome?"

Ai smiled and joked: "Although I didn't go to Demon King's Castle with you, at least we traveled together for a while, right? Has our relationship faded so quickly?"

"But, you have been following us all the time, right? You have been helping us when we entered the Demon King's City."

"...Has it really been seen?"

Ai smiled bitterly and said, "I think I should have hidden it well enough. Even Fulian would find it difficult to find it. Why was it exposed?"

"It's the intuition of a brave man."

"...It's really unreasonable."

Simmel was lying on the railing, and the stars in the sky fell into his blue eyes, shining with little starlight.

Haita was drunk because he drank too much at the celebration. Aize was responsible for carrying the drunken monk back, while Fulilian went back to sleep early.

So, now only Ae stays by Simmel's side, looking at the stars in the night sky with him.

However, although their eyes reflect the starry sky, their hearts are probably reflecting every bit of their past.

Silence is like fine wine, with some complex emotions becoming more mellow and intoxicating as time goes by.

"It's really sad to be separated."

"Have you never thought about trying to save him?"

Ai was still looking up at the starry sky, letting her cloak flutter in the evening breeze, "You know what I mean."

"...Oh, has it been discovered?"

"Except for Fulian herself, there shouldn't be anyone who hasn't noticed it, right? After all, you don't seem to have any intention of covering it up."

"Hmm... I'm a little shy."

"It's okay to blush. Since it's so dark around here, no one will see you even if you blush."

There was another moment of silence, and the starlight above and the lights under the railings reflected each other, creating a feeling of peace and tranquility.

"It really doesn't look like them... They are obviously elves."

Simmel's words contained very strong emotions, as if they had been suppressed for ten years. "If Fulilian is as smart as you, then I will have to hide it, and it will definitely be many times harder."

"Why hide it?"

Ai felt sincerely puzzled, "Wouldn't it be better to just say it directly?"

"If I were really discovered, I would probably make a completely different choice, but...since I haven't been discovered, it's better to just let nature take its course as it is now."

Gentleness almost overflowed from that smile.

It's hard to imagine how to have such gentle expressions and eyes.

"Compared with the elf's lifespan, we are just a bunch of fireworks in her long years."

There was another unspeakable silence.

Then……

"Of course, I must be the most beautiful one."

Simmel flipped his hair narcissistically.

"..."

Qie was speechless for a moment.

That was a conversation that only the two parties, Ai and Simmel, knew about.

However, now that Simmel has passed away, it seems that only Ai is left who still remembers that conversation.

Suddenly, Ai came out of her memories just because someone called her name.

"Could it be... Lord Ashes and Lord Fulilian?"

When they heard the sound, both Ash and Fulian were surprised, and subconsciously stopped and turned around.

Although the two of them are quite well-known as members of the Brave Simmel Team, if the Heroic Spirit Seat existed in this world, their popularity and great achievements would be enough for them to become Heroic Spirits.

However, after all, eighty years have passed since that time, and it is still rare to be able to recognize the two of them at a glance. Most people, even those who admire Simmel and like the Brave Team, only know that there is a Bai in the team. There was a fair-haired elf magician and a blond elf magician, but they would not recognize the identities of Ash and Fulian.

Usually, when someone is called by name directly, it means that the person they met has met Qi and others.

"Hoho! It turns out to be Master Ash and Master Fulian. I thought it was another hallucination caused by old age."

The person who said this was a stooped old man, with a head full of white hair that told of the vicissitudes of time.

However, the excitement in the old man's tone was quite obvious the moment he recognized Ash and Fulilian.

"Who are you……?"

Fulian tilted her head, not recognizing the identity of the person in front of her.

"Gee, am I too old to be recognized? It's so sad."

The old man propped himself up with his cane and stood up from the chair. He looked a little less tired than before.

After looking the old man up and down, Jian touched his chin with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"You... are you the kid who pestered me to tell you the story about Xin Meier?"

"Yes, that's me. Master Jian, do you remember what happened at that time?"

"Because you are the person who impressed me the most in Gris."

With Jian's reminder, the long-forgotten memories in Fulilian's mind were gradually awakened.

"So it's you..."

That was when she was traveling with Xin Meier.

Perhaps he was attracted by Xin Meier's figure defeating monsters, or perhaps he had heard the story of the brave Xin Meier a long time ago, so a little boy admired Xin Meier.

The little boy said that he also wanted to be a great man like Xin Meier.

Jian and the little boy got along well, and at that time he would always tell the little boy the adventure stories she had recorded.

"So you're still alive?"

"Fulilian, do you understand how rude what you just said was?"

Zhan also knew that Fulilian had no ill intentions and was simply expressing her surprise... But who would say "So you're still alive" to an old man just after meeting him? It's as if you wished the old man to die.

The old man just smiled and didn't get angry.

"When I was young, I admired Lord Xinmei very much. I exercised every day and was in good health. Thanks to Lord Xinmei, I feel that I can live for a long time."

"But in fact, people who exercise regularly may not live longer than others."

As if he suddenly remembered something, Jian said with a strange expression: "Haita lived more than 20 years longer than Xinmei. Maybe Haita's mentality is better."

"Lord Haita? Indeed, it seems that he is smiling every time I see him."

The old man recalled: "I probably can't be as optimistic as Lord Haita. After all, it's too embarrassing."

Seeing many people who used to be familiar with pass away quietly, it will make people feel relieved to see the familiar people who are still alive.