dedicated to violets

Beside the withered world tree, everything is silent, only the spring water flows by, making a ding-dong sound.

Willie was lying on the grass, still unwilling to wake up from his dream.

The ground-sweeping cloak brushed against the tender grass buds, making a rustling sound.A thin figure waded across the spring and came to Willy's side.

He squatted down and propped his chin to look at Viri's face.Looking at it, his eyes moved to the violet area between Viri's neck, revealing a weird smile.

Seeing that it was almost the same, he finally stretched out his hand and gently pushed Veri's shoulder: "Veri, wake up."

Viri frowned, waved his hand away impatiently, turned over and continued to sleep, accompanied by the sound of regular breathing, obviously fell into a deep sleep.

"It seems that I am really tired." He said to himself.

So he simply sat down beside Viri and looked at the nearby scenery with great interest.

There are gurgling water and green grass, but unfortunately there are no birdsong or wind.The unusual silence casts a shadow over the vibrant scenery and fills it with an inexplicable sense of death.

He smacked his lips and looked at the treetops and the sky. Where his gaze stayed, there were birds passing by, and the flowing clouds were carried by the birds in all directions.

Viri suddenly heard the melodious birdsong.

He curled up uneasily, but felt a chill.

It was as if someone had poured water on his head.

Willie shrank his neck, turned over, and jumped up from the grass.He reached out to reach for his long sword, but found nothing.

"Are you finally awake?"

"You are..." The person beside him was silent, not even breathing.

After he spoke, Viri only belatedly discovered the existence of this person.As a soldier who has been immersed in the battlefield for nearly ten years, it is really not his style to be so negligent.

Willie's muscles were tense, and alarm bells were ringing in his head.

He knelt down on one knee, held the sword in both hands, and made a defensive posture. He looked coldly at the cloaked man who was hiding his true face, and was ready to fight back violently at any time.

The man waved his hand: "You don't have to be so vigilant."

He raised his hand and took off his cloak, revealing a familiar face.

"I'm not a bad guy," he said.

Viri was stunned, his face was blank, and he called out the name of the owner of this face in a daze: "Lan, Randall?" Maybe he was too shocked, even the hand holding the sword was shaking.

"Randall" propped his chin with one hand, made an expression of sudden realization, and then lazily said: "So his name is Randall."

The tone is not quite "Randall".

Viri became alert again, "Who the hell are you?" Many people's names flashed through his mind, and finally settled on the familiar and unfamiliar name.He looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, and couldn't believe his guess.

"It doesn't matter who I am," Randall stood up, casually patted the grass roots off the cloak, and said lightly, "Don't you want to find the tower of Asgard? Come with me."

Willie was about to refuse, but found that he couldn't help but say, "Okay."

Randall looked at him approvingly, as kindly as an old man.

"That's right, your child is very sensible." He praised with a smile, "Listen to the elders more, so you won't take detours."

Willie felt a little suffocated.

His mouth seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't open it no matter what, he could only listen to the rambling of the man in Randall's skin in front of him.

White mist rose from the forest and hung over the Fountain of Urd.

Willie listened to the sound of birds chirping in the fog, but there was no trace of nervousness in his heart.Once there is fog in the misty forest, it heralds the appearance of the undead.However, this piece of white mist does not have that dangerous atmosphere, it is very clear, like the water vapor after the rain, making people feel peaceful and clean.

The white mist gradually enveloped the withered World Tree and covered the sky. Viri was in the white space, and could not see anything clearly except for the green grass under his feet.

"How beautiful." "Randall" admired, ""

He looked around blankly, then turned his head to look at "Randall", not understanding what he wanted to do.

"What did you see?" "Randall" said.

"Fog." Viri opened his mouth and said without hesitation.

After he finished speaking, he paused and wondered, how could he talk again?It is estimated that it is the ghost of this person in front of him again.

Willi had given up trying to figure out why he could get people to speak the truth.

"Besides the fog? What else do you see?"

"Nothing at all."

"Randall" shook his head and laughed, "It seems that your magic talent is indeed not high." He stretched out his hand, pointed casually, and asked again with a smile: "Now, what do you see?"

Willie turned to look where his fingers were pointing.

The white mist parted like a tide, and a snow-white staircase appeared in front of their eyes, extending to the end of the sky, so long that it had no end.Willie looked at the stairs in surprise, "What is this?"

"Do you know what Asgard is?" "Randall" didn't answer, but changed the subject and asked him, "Say what's on your mind."

Viri said: "The country where the gods live, the lost city."

"The Lost City?" He chewed the phrase, repeated it over and over again, and then laughed heartily, "It's a good name, and it's a little closer to the truth."

Viri frowned: "The truth?" Is the statement about the City of Gods still false?

The doubts on his face were too obvious, "Randall" smiled and said, "Why don't you go up and see for yourself?" He looked at the long snow-white steps leading to the depths of the white mist and extending to the end of the sky .

Viri felt trembling from the bottom of his heart. Unknown things can always arouse people's curiosity.

He has trained himself to be a rock, to live every day in a normal way.After the war ended, he made up his mind to resign his military rank and become an ordinary swordsmanship teacher, and he would spend the rest of his life in the academy.

Only when he visits his fallen comrades in the cemetery outside the city does he think about the past.

His life is like a pool of calm stagnant water, which will never flow into it.

Maybe his stagnant water will gradually become cloudy and stinky, lose its original clarity, and become not like him.He lives in his own world forever, comfortable and safe, but also very boring, and can hardly find the meaning of living.

The belief that sustains him to live is to remember Ignas.

If even he is gone, then Ignas will truly disappear from the world.If he always remembered, at least Ignas was alive in his heart and dreams.

The appearance of the snowy owl brought the news of Ignace's life, and also made his stagnant water flow again.

In just a few months, he seemed to have regained what he had lost.

A hearty smile, a precious curiosity, and... Ignace.

Now, facing the many mysteries at the end of the stone steps, he wanted to find out after a long time.He quickly calmed down again. Undine didn't know where she was, and even Ignas, who was sleeping in the necklace, was silent.

He can't take risks.

"Randall" said, "What are you worrying about?

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