dedicated to violets

"What do you do when the college is on vacation?"

"Just in the library, read some books."

"Aren't you boring?"

After a long silence, he honestly replied: "It's boring."

"In this case, why don't you spare some time this weekend and go camping outside the capital with me?"

……

Ignace finally came to the royal capital of Greenland.

The royal capital is adjacent to the water, and there are hundreds of piers on the river bank.Ignas stood by the river and looked along the water, and he could see that this wide river led to the endless sea.

The sails were full of wind, and the waves kept washing against the hull.

Workers carrying goods came and went, and the wind blowing from the river seemed to carry the unique salty smell of sea water.

There is no city wall in the capital city, and it spreads out in all directions around the city hall, royal palace, and Tulip Academy. There is a lively market beside the pier.Ignace followed suit and used spells to hide himself, pretending to be a wounded traveler, and chatting with people.

Along the way, he was exposed to wind and rain, saw blooming flowers, and enjoyed the coolness under the shade of trees.He has walked through and seen all the towns that the railway tracks pass.

He stood in the bustling crowd, his consciousness was still in a trance, but he also vaguely understood that the land under his feet was the country that Viri loved.

He was born as a cold scepter, bathed in the divine power of the bishop, and fortunately possessed his own consciousness.

He has never been able to empathize with people.

When he was still ignorant, before he possessed his own body, the bishop passed away forever.For a hundred years thereafter, according to the bishop's entrustment, the Elf King placed him in the Fountain of Urd, lying in the middle of the root of the World Tree.

The abundant vitality in the fountain of Urd can help him have his own body.

And the emotions and memories stored in the World Tree will constantly wash away his spirit.The bishop hopes that these emotions and memories can stimulate his consciousness, and make him understand the most precious thing of all races in this world—feelings.

Only by understanding feelings can he have a real soul.

Even though it might take hundreds or thousands of years, with no end in sight.

Ignas gradually understood the painstaking efforts of the bishop.

The pansy in her arms is as delicate as a butterfly, dancing in the wind.In an instant, he suddenly understood what sadness was.

Given his name, appearance, and even life, the bishop like his father died long ago.

His dear Viri, after losing him, walked hundreds of kilometers and survived a decade of war alone.

Ignas was left with only a skeleton, unable to shed tears and without a heart.

But he felt heart-piercing pain.

The weather in Wangdu is very good, the sky is blue, cotton-like white clouds are floating in the air, and the sound of waves and waves is echoing in my ears.

Civilians, magicians, mercenaries... no matter what their status is, they all gather in the royal capital and live their own lives.

His Viri also lives in this city.

"Mr. Willy, do you really need to buy so much food?" Two people, one tall and one short, walked past him. The short boy was holding a paper bag of bread, and asked the tall man beside him puzzled.

Ignas was stiff all over, not daring to move at all.

He was taller than Willy, taller even with bare bones.As long as you look up, you can see Viri's face.

Willie has grown up.

He grew into a handsome young man with a gentle temperament, black hair tied back, and blue eyes with a smile.

Willie said to the boy next to him: "You are still growing, and this may not be enough for you to eat for one night. Let's go buy some barbecue."

"I'm sorry," the boy said guiltily, lowering his head, "I cost the teacher a lot of money."

Ignas stood there blankly, watching Viri pass him by.

He could smell the food in Viri's arms.

The freshly baked bread is fluffy and soft, mixed with the tempting aroma of bacon, just smelling it will whet your appetite.

There was also the faint scent of flowers on Willie's body, a scent he had gotten used to a long time ago.

Obviously Viri was right in front of his eyes, but he didn't dare to get close, fearing that his terrifying appearance would frighten him.When he came to the capital, he just wanted to see Viri, but he didn't know what to do next.After waking up from the tomb, he stumbled to the capital with that memory.

However, the little boy with black hair and blue eyes in the memory has been tempered by time into a gentle and polite youth.

Ignas felt a little strange and timid.

Before he could figure out what to do next, his body had already taken uncontrollable steps, quietly following behind Viri, following him immediately to the capital, and to the outskirts.

On a midsummer night, fireflies were flying in the woods, and the light was shining. Weili sat outside the tent, looking up at the stars exposed among the leaves.

Ignace hid in a tree and stared at him quietly.

He wasn't breathing or had a heartbeat, so he wouldn't be noticed.Viri talked a lot with the boy, from the confusion in his studies to his plans for the future.

It turned out that the boy was a student of Vili, and his name was Neil.

Ignas thought silently, Viri was still so gentle, and he hadn't changed in so many years of his absence.

"After I graduated, I wanted to travel around," Neil said, "I used to stay in..." His voice faltered, as if biting his tongue, he continued in embarrassment, "At home, I haven't seen it anywhere. "

Willie said, "Really? Good idea."

"Teacher, what about you?" Neil asked suddenly.

Viri said: "I don't intend to leave the capital." Maybe he will be like this all his life, dying alone in the capital.

His voice was very soft, ethereal, and soon drifted into the wind.

Xia Ye's insects chirped one after another, covering up his sighs.

There is nothing worth worrying about in this world, even his life was saved by Ignas.For the life saved by Ignas, he endured loneliness and lived forever.Even though he was seriously injured on the battlefield, he did not fall down.

Ignace, only he remembered Ignace.

Viri raised his head, and the galaxy was reflected in his eyes. Those bright stars were no different from those he saw on the battlefield or even when he was a child.

Ignas felt his eye sockets wet.It's not his body that weeps, it's his soul that weeps.

Hidden in the bones, the seeds planted by the bishop, after a hundred years of cultivation, finally found an opportunity and bloomed.

"Veri." Ignas clutched his chest, there was nothing there, but gradually, the sound of his heart beating.

It's light, but there it is.

He finally has a heart again.

Viri under the tree suddenly felt strange. He straightened his back and looked around, but he didn't notice any aura of the lurker.

Neil asked worriedly, "What's the matter? Teacher Willie?"

"I think someone is nearby," Willie frowned, scanning the surroundings vigilantly, "but there is nothing unusual."

Neil laughed, "Probably some small animal."

Ignas, who was hiding in the tree, sighed silently. Now he is incomplete, both in body and memory.With him like this, there was no way for him to be by Willy's side.Only when he returns to Ymir and recuperates in the Fountain of Urd will he fully recover.

At that time, it will be the moment when he and Willy meet again.

……

When Willie awoke, tears were streaming down the pillow.

He opened his eyes, staring blankly at the gorgeous murals on the dome, without saying a word.

He remembered.

Everything, I remembered.

The violet brand on his chest was burning hot, and Viri tremblingly covered his heart with his palm.Through the imprint, he seemed to be able to feel the heartbeat of Ignas that was lost and regained that midsummer night.

It turned out that he had been so close to Ignas in the past few decades.

One of them is under the tree, the other is on the tree, a few meters away, but they are in two worlds.

The sunset outside the window was as bright red as blood, dyeing the stained glass a shocking red.

As if he couldn't stand the bright red light, Viri raised his arms to cover his wet eyes.

Even he himself didn't know whether he was afraid of the blood-like setting sun, or he was afraid that his out-of-control emotions would be seen by others.

He went back to the narrow bed in the library.

Abel was sitting by the bookshelf not far away, with his back to Willy, staring at the book on his lap in a daze, his eyes were dim and filled with complicated emotions.

Within a few minutes, Viri's suppressed weeping came suddenly.

Even though he deliberately lowered his crying, it was still harsh in the huge library.

Abel stared at the opened page of the book for a long time without making any further moves.

The crying lasted very briefly, only about ten seconds before disappearing.

He heard Willie say, "Abel, I know you're behind the bookshelf."

Abel took a deep breath, put the book aside, and stood up with difficulty.He sat cross-legged for too long, his legs were stiff and numb, and he couldn't stop the pain when he moved a little.

"You're Neil's friend," Willie whispered. "You already know that Neal is dead."

Abel was suffocated, and the unspeakable pain suddenly rushed up, which made him unbearable. He could only hold the bookshelf with his hand to barely stand still.

He said, "I know." He slowly let go of his hand, still standing behind the bookshelf, without moving.

"Thank you," Willie said again.

Abel turned his head, and the neat spines on the bookshelf came into view: "There is nothing to thank, I am just helping Neil."

"If it wasn't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to break free from the shackles of memory magic in such a short period of time." Viri didn't take his indifference to heart, and continued, "Thank you."

A tear rolled down Abel's cheek, and he wiped away the tears indiscriminately, saying, "Since Neil trusts you so much, of course I can only choose to trust his choice."

Willie didn't know what to say.

The empty library fell into silence again, and the setting sun streamed slowly on the floor, over the pages of the books, and the two people beside the narrow bed and behind the bookshelves.

"This library used to be the bedroom of Cardinal Ignas. He likes to stay here the most. After he falls asleep, he can sleep for a long time." Abel said, "So this is the most beautiful place in the entire Holy City. A safe place, and the pope has no way of knowing what happened here."

Willie listened quietly and did not interrupt him.

"Many years ago, when we were only about ten years old, Neil...no, his name is Randall," Abel smiled, his voice full of bitterness, "Randall has always been very smart, I'm also very serious, I never liked to read books since I was a child, and I don't like the rules of the Holy See. When I met him, he told me that he didn't have a younger brother, and that younger brother was fake."

"John is a pawn specially sent by the Holy See to stare at him."

"Why?" Willie asked.

Abel said, "You should know better than I do. Randall is the Valentine's child."

Viri suddenly realized that yes, Randall is the child of the Valentines.The Valentines are both extremely talented magicians, and they were top-notch existences hundreds of years ago.As their child, Randall certainly had great possibilities, as well as an astonishing gift for magic.

"The Holy See wants to make Randall an obedient weapon. Of course, it must always pay attention to every move of the weapon." Abel said, "They found a child to watch him, that is John."

John is actually not what he looks like now. His appearance has been deliberately changed by the Holy See since he was a child, just to make the lie about the twins seamless.

"John's parents are fanatics. They are willing to go through fire and water for the Holy See, even if they die without a burial place."

"They died in the Violet War," Viry said.

"Yeah." Abel nodded slightly.

Then he realized that Willie couldn't see his movements.

He lost his mind for a moment, then continued: "After the Violet War ended, the Vatican was seriously injured, so it decided to wake up Randall from the ice, replace his memory, and make him the sharpest blade of the Vatican."

"John is the candidate selected by the Holy See. Randall, who awakened from the ice, is about ten years old. The 'twin brother' chosen for him should also be ten years old. They are similar in stature and have been influenced by their parents since childhood. He is also a rare fanatic who is willing to dedicate everything to the Holy See—whether it is body, life, or even soul."

Willie said, "So Randall got his memory wiped too?"

"Yes," Abel said, "his memory before the age of ten was altered, artificially forged false memories were put in, and then he was put in the monastery, where he became a preparatory priest with John. I was also there and met him. "

"The Holy See is very confident in their arrangements and believes that there is absolutely no possibility of mistakes, but memories cannot be changed."

Willie remembered the notebook: "Randall woke up from the false memory soon?"

"The opportunity is the fallen Bishop Ignas." Abel turned out from behind the bookshelf, "The Valentines and Bishop Ignas are friends. Hundreds of years ago, when Randall was still with his parents, I'm afraid Just meet Ignace."

The divine power of Bishop Ignas is impressive. As long as you are a magician, after meeting him, you will never forget his vigorous, gentle and powerful power.

Viri thinks that his magical talent is average, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as mediocre, but he still clearly remembers the feeling of meeting the bishop face to face in Asgard.

Randall has an amazing talent, and his perception of divine power will be more sensitive.

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