Huh? Are they all real?.

Before she hugged her, Moen really didn't know how to treat her.

However, after that, when their hearts were so close for the first time...

Tears streamed down Moen's face.

There was definitely more to the relationship between him and this girl than just those pitiful memories.

There must be many more memories that I have forgotten, but which are deeply etched in my soul.

However, in return, he finally raised his hand without hesitation.

And gently placed it in Rose Lorian's hand.

It speaks no words, yet it surpasses all language.

After making this move, Shadow, realizing that Moen wanted to turn around, naturally let go and stepped back slightly.

She wanted to make sure her entire being was seen by her king.

But she also wanted to let someone better see if her king had changed a lot.

So she stepped back, but not very far.

This isn't hesitation or indecision; it's simply a girl's love.

Therefore, when Moen turned around, he no longer saw a noble goddess, nor the King's Right Hand that he was familiar with.

Instead, she was a cute girl who seemed a little awkward.

Moen clearly remembered her name—Ross Lorrian Shadow.

This was the name I gave her. When she first received this name, she was happy for a whole day.

I heard from the people around me that on that day, the girl's singing voice resounded throughout the entire palace.

Because I gave her a name. For no other reason than that.

Looking at the girl, Moen couldn't help but reach out to touch her, wanting to see if she had truly come to his side from his memories.

Looking at Moen's hand, she placed it on her cheek and leaned in close.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

The girl's eyes never left him as she spoke:

"Time may not wait for you, but I think I can!"

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"So, let's go home!"

The goddess reached out her hand to the king before her.

The king before her had been away from his homeland for far too long.

Looking at the goddess's outstretched hand, Moen glanced back at the girls behind him before shaking it and said:

"Anxia, ​​and all of you, look who this is!"

As they spoke, Moen grasped the goddess's outstretched hand and quietly moved aside to clear his view.

It was no longer placed in her palm, but truly clasped together, their fingers intertwined.

Hearing Moen's words, the girls cautiously looked up at the goddess in front of them.

This was their first meeting.

But when the girls truly saw each other clearly...

Many of them looked surprised.

Especially Anxia, ​​who was at the very front of the girls.

After carefully gazing at the goddess for a long time, she said in disbelief:

"You, are you her?!"

This was on behalf of the girls, and it was directed at Anxia.

The merciful goddess also approached her, holding the hand of her king.

As he crouched down slightly, he didn't let go of Moen's hand.

She couldn't bear to part with this warmth, or rather, she cherished it.

Even just a little bit.

The goddess squatted down in front of Anxia and stretched out her other hand.

After brushing aside her carefully styled hair on this side, the goddess gently placed her palm on her ear, which had been cut off:

"Long time no see, Anxia."

When the goddess chuckled and withdrew her hand, her ears returned to normal.

The burning sensation on her ears didn't evoke much emotion in Anxia.

She simply looked at the goddess with immense surprise and said:

"Is it really you?!"

That girl, the girl who had the same experience as them, the girl who told them to come to Meereen.

The goddess right in front of me!

They were abandoned by their parents, denied by humans, and ignored by the gods.

However, the elves did not ignore them.

Deep beneath Meereen, the merciful sacred tree provided them with a small home, their only paradise.

In the distant future, a benevolent goddess guided them, her only beacon of light.

Looking at Anxia, ​​who was overjoyed, and the girls behind her.

For the first time, the merciful goddess released the king's hand.

She embraced the girl before her, and embraced her people who had finally returned home.

"And please allow me to say one more thing to you: Welcome home!"

After saying this, the goddess released Anxia, ​​who was already too excited to speak, and stood up, bowing slightly to them:

"And let me express my gratitude to you!"

Amid the girls' bewilderment, the goddess gazed tenderly at her king.

"Because you were the first to find and entertain the king's people."

And

With boundless tenderness, the goddess gently took Moen's hand.

Then, for the first time, a hint of gloom appeared amidst that boundless tenderness.

The blood of the sacred tree has tainted its king.

But this slight gloom dissipated quickly.

The goddess immediately covered it up and asked Moen:

"How are your preparations for your next promotion going? Is there anything I can do for you?"

Everyone else was there, so why was she the first to arrive?!

And why is it still her?!

Moen seemed to sense something, and he carefully organized his words:

"I do need your help a lot, such as for the most important ceremony."

The ritual for Morne Sequence Eight is actually quite simple, or rather, it's tied to potions.

That is to find an elf and obtain their blood.

simple.

Upon hearing this, the goddess slightly raised the corners of her mouth:

"Please explain in more detail. Although there's no rush, please allow me to prepare as soon as possible."

“The materials are all very common, at least I don’t think they would be a problem for you. The only thing missing is the ritual.”

The long ears, which best reflect the emotions of elves, also apply to goddesses.

Moen could clearly see the goddess's ears twitching slightly.

"That's your voice, Rose Lorian."

The ritual for Sequence Seven of Morne requires drinking a potion while listening to the songs of elves.

It's not difficult, but it's not easy either.

The difficulty lies in the fact that elves rarely appear in the human world, while the simplicity lies in the fact that if you want to challenge the easiest difficulty, you can even use a phonograph instead.

As one of the most famous artistic races, elves have left behind many things that bear the marks of their songs.

Among them are even some exceptionally famous elves.

For example, the most widely circulated version is the "Song of the Hero" that the Great Elf Triluth Windseeker dedicated to the celebration after helping the legendary warrior Aldi Gwengru slay the dragon.

Moen was not that warrior, and Aldebaran and Moen had no relation whatsoever. But the great elf, Celeste Moen, knew this.

She is the great-granddaughter of one of the Twelve Golden Flowers lords.

She is also the elf with the highest status and strength among those who have married into the dwarves.

I heard that the warrior Arudi was heartbroken for the rest of his life because of this incident.

To be honest, Moen understood him quite well. They were partners who had gone on adventures together, and the other party had even written a song for him at the end of the battle.

But why did the most beautiful elf in the group fall for the dwarf brother who was full of dirty jokes?

This must be a devastating blow to a man, especially a very outstanding one.

Moen didn't know the specifics, but he heard from the bards in the tavern that it was because Aldi was too chivalrous, so in front of the elves who were much older than him, he didn't act like a gentleman pursuing him, but rather like a cute little guy pretending to be a little adult.

Therefore, Aldi was always treated as a younger brother by the great elf.

But according to the King of Turin, that fool was as dumb as a pig.

Fortunately, Moen's mouth wasn't as stupid as a pig's.

For example, right now we clearly need the song of the elves, but Moen says instead—"Your song!"

A simple sentence transformation is enough for some idiots to study for a lifetime.

The results were also significant.

The goddess's ears had stopped twitching; they were now incredibly red.

The goddess herself also shifted her gaze somewhat awkwardly.

"Is that so? I, I'm honored, but, just let me prepare, I, I, this is a bit too intense for me."

"It's been too many years since I've sung. Please allow me to go back and think things through. And please give me more time."

Looking at this goddess, Moen chuckled, reached out and brushed aside her hair, placing it on her noticeably flushed cheek, and said:

Just as you said.

"Time may not wait for you, but I think I can!"

These words made the goddess's eyes shine with boundless light.

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After bringing Moen and the girls back to the flagship above, the usually composed shadowy figure said to Moen with a slightly flustered expression:

"I'll go check on the fleet and also arrange accommodations for these children."

After leaving those words, she fled with the girls, who were filled with amazement.

On the flagship's deck, all the elves stared intently at the king who had finally returned.