The unlucky brave will not dream of black belly elves

Today's sunshine is exceptionally bright, and the sun is generous in spreading its light on the earth.People on the road chat happily.

The voice of the missionary of the church blended into their laughter without being obtrusive, as if this pious voice had always existed in this town.

All this seemed so happy and harmonious, and everyone was happy.But where there is light, there must be shadows.

No. 13 patrolled the city instead of No. 12, with a look of frustration on his face, as if the laughter and laughter around him had nothing to do with him.

"Mom, why are you covering your face?" An innocent voice sounded.

A woman walks down the street with her child.

"It's because of the church." The woman replied softly, and she bought candy from a vendor nearby and handed it to the child.His face was full of love for her.

"Why?" The childish voice sounded, and the child's curiosity was always strong.

"You will know when you grow up." The woman stroked the child's head, she didn't want her dear child to ask this question again, especially in this kind of place.

It's ridiculous, that's what the 13th thought when he heard such words.He is different from those brainwashed church guards, he can discern the undisguised filth inside the church.

Why cover your face?It's not due to the bishop, there is even a special group of people in the church looking for attractive beauties.Because he was too arrogant, he was warned by the Pope a few years ago, so he was able to restrain himself a little.

Thinking of this, No. 13 felt sore again.

Now the pope has abandoned this place, the bishop can leave, but we can only stay here as sacrificial objects.

Number 13 looked at his hands, and the scene of killing his compatriots with his own hands came to mind.If it was placed in the past, he could accept it calmly, but now the 13th, whose emotions have largely recovered, only feels disgusted with himself.

Those bloody hands, even through thick leather gloves, seemed to be able to feel the sticky touch and the warm temperature.

The eyes of those who are called heretics seem to be fixed on themselves, some are despair, some are anger, and more are hatred.

No. 13 walked dejectedly into the alley, where an old man was pushing a cart full of apples, walking towards the crowded square.

"I want to buy some apples."

Even the 13th himself couldn't figure out why he stopped to buy apples.The church usually paid them salaries, but most of them used the money to buy equipment and potions.

"Oh well"

The old man wiped his sweat and looked up at the source of the sound.

"So the guards of the church also eat fruit?" The old man was a little surprised, but he soon realized his faux pas.So he picked some of the biggest apples and handed them to No. 13.

"Give it to you for free, just as a thank you for resisting monsters for us."

Before the reaction on the 13th, the old man pushed the cart and left in a hurry. It was too late today, and the old man was worried whether they could sell them all.

Number 13 evoked a mocking smile.

Protect the people?

He looked at the apple in his hand, and suddenly the familiar pain came again, and a memory appeared in his mind.

Standing on his shoulders is a woman who looks exactly like number 12, trying to reach for an apple hanging from a tree.And he supported the woman's ankle.Her ankles are so thin that they can be held with one hand.

"It's still close..." the girl said, "Go ahead, it's going to be faster!"

He was clearly ordered by the girl, but he didn't feel disgusted at all, instead he felt extremely happy.He moved cautiously, as if the girl on his shoulder was his whole world.

"I got it!" the girl said happily, even though she was very excited, her voice was still so gentle, as sweet as honey, flowing directly into No. 13's heart.

Suddenly, I don't know if the girl was so happy that she forgot that she was still on other people's shoulders, lost her balance and fell down.

And the self in the memory hugged the girl at a speed that was impossible in normal times, and used himself as a cushion to protect the beloved girl from the pain of flesh and blood.

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay, how is the apple?" The self in the memory asked, seeing that the girl was not injured, his hanging heart finally fell.

The girl didn't realize that she was sitting on someone else, and stuck the apple next to the face of No. 13. Her face at this time was exactly the same as the red apple.

"I got it. Here, enjoy it, my love!" Her voice became weaker and weaker because of shyness, but every word of number 13 could be heard clearly.

The memories faded, and for some reason, No. 13's eyes were a little moist.He didn't want to escape anymore, number 12 must be that girl.

Even though she has no memory, No. 13 wants to stay with her in the few remaining days.

Show her my face tomorrow, if she can remember herself...

Thinking about it, No. 13 seemed to gradually understand why the guards had to wear masks.

Not only to cover the scales around the eyes caused by absorbing the holy blood, but also to prevent the sealed memory from being awakened again?

Can we go back to the past?

On the 13th, he looked up at the sky, and the sunny day that was cloudless before was now covered with dark clouds.

"It's going to rain."

Church dormitory

At this time, the door opening sound that should not have appeared, woke up No. 12.She turned her head to look towards the door, and someone who should not be there was walking towards her bed.

The pope's envoy looked down on the woman, and the silver mask with the number 12 engraved on it was placed on the bedside cabinet.

"Forgive me for not being polite enough." Number 12 weakly picked up the mask and put it on his face, got off the bed, and knelt on one knee facing the expressionless messenger.The powerful coercion made her a little breathless.

"You haven't reported the abnormality on the 13th to me, have you? I remember that one of your jobs is to get rid of people with abnormal emotions?"

No. 12 pursed her lips tightly, and now her frosty face finally showed fluctuations.She didn't intend to justify anything, she just lowered her head, waiting for the punishment from the messenger.

She didn't know why she had to soften her heart. Whenever she heard No. 13 speak, she would feel a little lucky for no reason.Because of this, she tried to avoid communicating with him.

Because of kneeling for a long time, No. 12's head was covered with sweat due to weakness.The messenger still didn't say a word, she didn't dare to look at the messenger's face.If you look up, you will find that apart from indifference, there is also a sense of playfulness in the messenger's eyes.

The Messenger lifted Number Twelve's chin, forcing her eyes to stare at him.Through the mask, she saw the vertical pupils of the envoy Kohaku.

No. 12 felt like being thrown into a cold pool of drowning.Just a few seconds seemed like a long time to her.

"It's really interesting." The emissary who roughly browsed the blocked memory on the 12th let her go and said to himself.

"It's really a pair of fateful mandarin ducks." The envoy thought, he was originally curious about the abnormality of numbers 12 and 13, to see what it would be like to be able to escape the mind control of dragon blood.Unexpectedly, it was much weaker than he expected.

"It's not as good as a quarter of Itu."

No. 12 fell to the floor in embarrassment because of lack of strength.

"Since you want to protect him, don't hide from him anymore."

The messenger left these words and left.

After performing the patrol mission, he was going to come back to visit No. 12 during the break. As soon as No. 13 entered the door, he saw the lover in his memory fell to the ground.

No. 13 hurriedly helped her to the bed. To his surprise, No. 12 woke up when he touched her.She was even weaker, and looked as if she would sleep forever the next moment.

"I brought you back an apple." No. 13 took out the apple and awkwardly peeled it for the woman.

A tear flowed from No. 12's eye socket, but before No. 13 saw it, No. 12 quietly wiped the tear away.

A voice deep inside her said: Don't cry, especially in front of him.

...but who is he?