Drowning in the Gentle Country [Western Fantasy]

"I..." Leo was at a loss.

This question is too big, no matter which devout believer is asked, it takes three days to think before answering.

As recorded in the two-inch-thick "Apocalypse of the Ancient Gods", the number of gods in the past was not small, and their duties were repeated.For example, at Sidigo’s divine conferring ceremony before, government officials planned to invite priests who believed in the Goddess of the Earth, the God of Agriculture and Forestry, and the God of Harvest to listen; and the priests also had a large number of belief factions, the most being the Goddess of Life and the God of Light , but there are also a large number of priests who believe in other gods.

With such a non-single choice, the reasons for belief are quite open to discussion.

Leo said casually, but unexpectedly stopped himself from asking.He hesitated for a moment, and wanted to make a fool of himself—it was just an exaggeration used by a courageous but eloquent boy when he saw a girl he liked—but when he saw that Iviedo was serious, serious, While waiting for his confession with incomparable concentration, I felt that we must not end the topic like this.

"It's... because..." Leo took a deep breath, calmed down his nervous mood, and slowly entered the memory.

"My mother was seriously ill shortly after I was born, and she had to stay in bed for a long time. When I was young, I often played by her side. She leaned weakly by the bed and looked at me with a gentle smile. I am the happiest every day My favorite thing is to go to her with a book of fairy tales before going to bed, and she told me many interesting stories.” Leo choked up, recalling his mother who had passed away for a long time, which always made him miss him very much, “…until Today I still remember that picture, her light golden hair wrapped around my fingers, her pale face due to illness is still beautiful, her eyes are full of love for me... She told me stories in a soft and slow voice, more than It is a fairy tale, and there are distant, touching, and wonderful stories..."

The surroundings became quiet, Helen held her breath and didn't even blink her eyelashes; Wilt had known Leo's mother before, and felt sorry for her passing away; Iviedo didn't say a word, waiting patiently for his next words.

"She was well-educated, she has seen the world outside, and she can also control a small amount of magic elements. So when telling stories, she often uses magic to draw gorgeous pictures for me in the void... I see The dream of the starry sky at night in the Sanftano desert—that was drawn by her when she was telling adventure stories, and she also saw the ancient tree of life that lived as long as the sky and the earth in the kingdom of the forest elves, and there were groups of people in the sea of ​​love. The merfolk of the team—though I've never been to those places."

"She also told fairy tales from the ancient times... including the God of Harvest, but what she told the most was the story about a god envoy." Leo paused, closed his eyes gently, and let himself enjoy into memories.

Young Leo held his face, cuddled close to his mother, and urged her to tell a bedtime story.The seriously ill and frail young woman smiled softly, raised her hand slightly, and painted a barren scene in the void, and then told this endless story for an unknown number of times:

Many years ago, when different races did not know each other and human beings were still ignorant, a severe famine swept the entire continent.Food shortages, hunger and cold, diseases and epidemics spread all over the world, and the whole world has fallen into desolation.But even though the ancient gods have entered the upper plane and are no longer present, they are still watching and protecting the world.

Seeing this desolate scene, the envoy of the God of Harvest voluntarily descended to bring vitality and prosperity to the world with divine power.He taught the ignorant people a better farming plan, worked and cultivated with them; the unicorn he brought awakened the sleeping elves and eliminated all serious diseases; he introduced the stories of the gods on the upper plane, To impart knowledge of faith and learning, the first statues of gods were built according to his description.

The woman waved her fingertips slowly, and the pictures changed one by one, and finally stopped on a golden wheat field. The farmers were laughing heartily. The long golden hair blends in with this endless lush field.

The young Leo was dumbfounded, and couldn't help stretching out his hand, stretching out his hand——

"Later I learned to read, but it was strange that many of the stories my mother told were not recorded. This made me suspect that it was her own creation... Haha. Then my mother passed away, and I also inherited a little bit of her talent. I have some experience in magic control, and my father has always supported me, so I will try to apply for the priesthood." Leo finished speaking in one breath, with tears in his eyes, and hurried on, trying to recall the time when he was a priest. "Until I was qualified to read the ancient records of the temple...Among the sea of ​​scrolls, I finally found the story about this Harvest Angel! It was the same as my mother told! Only at that time It’s too far away, words have not yet been created, what he did can only be passed down by word of mouth, and gradually forgotten by the world.”

"But I firmly believe in it! Because that is the fairy tale my mother told me every day when I was a child."

After dinner, Leo wanted to go back to the Tatari Temple to continue his post. Helen hesitated at the door, then stomped her feet and gritted her teeth, and chased after him to see him off.

After bidding farewell to the Peggy family, Wilt and Iviedo walked slowly side by side on the street.

Tatari Town, which is about to enter the coldest season, has a unique calm temperament.Not long after the sun set, there were almost no people on the streets. Unlike the big towns with mercenary bars that were lively all night, people would just close the leaky windows and fall asleep early by the fireplace.

They walked silently in such an environment, but it seemed that any sound could break the silent balance between them.

"Bang-"

Here comes the sound.

Wilt squinted his eyes and used his excellent eyesight in the dark to look into the distance. In front of most of the street, four or five people worked together to move baskets of sidi fruit to the carriage.

"I didn't expect Sidi to be so popular." Wilt said, they stopped and watched the workers' movements in the distance.

It is noisy in the distance but quiet here, and the distant and trivial sounds in the silence are like pleasant sleeping music, stimulating the mind a little bit, making people enjoy this wonderful feeling.

Iviedo, who has wandered out of the sky since Leo finished explaining the reason for his belief in the God of Harvest, seemed to finally have thought and perception, and brought his consciousness back to the here and now. He raised his head and found Wilt beside him I don't know when to stand in front of him.

Wilt was half a head taller than him, which was revealed when they first met.Wilt's short black hair still looked prickly, but his violet eyes didn't have the vertical pupils he was nervous about, they just looked at him deeply.

"Ivedo, I have been paying attention to you, and sometimes you may not even notice..." Wilt said softly, "So I can clearly feel what you are paying attention to. It used to be Sidi, and later It was me—you cared about the dragon, and then Leo—but it wasn't Leo, you cared about the Harvest God."

His last sentence made Iviedo's eyelashes tremble, as if he wanted to say something, but his mouth moved, and finally he just said: "It's snowing..."

Wilt reacted and looked up at the sky. There were a few dark clouds in the bright starry sky, and crystal snowflakes fell one after another. He saw a piece of snow falling from above, falling on the tip of Iviedo's nose, and melting away quickly.

There was just such a drop of snow on his exquisite and impeccable face. Wilt couldn't control his hand and gently scratched the tip of his nose.

But then, the falling snowflakes slipped from the corner of his eyes, adding a thin water mark innocently.

"Wilter," Iviedo said with a sigh of relief, he seemed to have finally recovered from the endless daze, "what do you like about me?"

Wilt fell into confusion like never before.

What is Iviedo asking him?Do you like his reason?Like need a reason?Why are you asking this all of a sudden?But wasn't he still questioning Ivedo before—although he never expected him to take the initiative to show his cards, but now he has given a response!However, the questions raised made him at a loss.

Iviedo has already answered for him: "Is it love at first sight? Is it appearance? But you also know that the devil's body doesn't look like this."

No, that's how you are!Wilt retorted subconsciously in his mind, but his knowledge of demons made him unable to speak out. What's more, what Ivydo said was good, he fell in love at first sight.He recalled countless times the Iviedo who broke into his heart after the painful battle, and the glance that wiped away all the pain always kept him deeply in love—even after he learned that Iviedo was a demon.

"If I still have a secret to cover up, how can you be sure that you still like me after knowing it?"

The snow fell more and more heavily, causing a layer of snowflakes to accumulate on the heads of the two people who were standing still.Wilt couldn't answer, he felt his breath was stagnant, as if his throat and nose were blocked by the snow, and he clearly wanted to speak loudly, appealing to the violent feelings in his chest - I'm sure!You can clearly see it! —but couldn't say a word.

Iviedo stood on tiptoe and patted the frost and snow off his short hair.

Then he smiled and said, "But I know why I like you."

Wilt's eyes widened, and he felt panic for the first time. The blood instantly concentrated in his brain, crashing into the scene in front of him. The beating heart was dug out, so that he could hear what Iviedo was saying!

"I saw your past in the dream of Garen—the previous succubi. You wrestled with Barton, gave Fanny shells and wind chimes, helped Tucky catch thieves, and gave precious gems to Danny. Liza of the broken emerald... and the lonely but gentle Wilt that many Tatari townspeople recall."

"I have read every piece of news about you that Lisa has sorted out - some of the newspapers are written in elf language and orc language, which she can't understand, but I can understand all of them, following the reports in the text I got to know the brave and invincible Wilt indirectly."

"And all of this reminds me of the Wilt who rescued me from Fiore's lair, and then flattered, showed love, and proposed marriage, and has always liked and pursued me."

Deep night, starry sky, wind and snow, moonlight.

Iviedo who formed the smiling memory together.

Under the light of the moonlight and fine snow, he revealed his dreamy bright eyes, and looked at Wilt quietly, "If you are willing to continue to like me, I will... tell all my secrets, in order to pray forever..."

Sidi fruit in the distance has been loaded, and the carriage rattled away in the wind and snow, but no one noticed them. In this noisy and quiet world, Wilt held his hands.

Tightly, as if holding the love of my life.

He didn't reply right away, but asked gently and solemnly like a gentleman: "May I kiss you?"

Iviedo, who always said to announce the kiss beforehand, smiled shyly and nodded.

Deep night, starry sky, wind and snow, moonlight.

Together they form almost overlapping silhouettes.

At the moment when the moon was moving visible to the naked eye, they finally separated. Snowflakes piled up on their shoulders and back, turning into snow water could not quench the fiery beating heart.

"Forgive you first, let's talk when we go back..." Wilt said with a smile. Like every dragon that has successfully courted a mate, he just wanted to give his mate endless love. he goes back.

But the mutation happened at this moment.

"...What's wrong? Ivydo!!!"

Wilt's voice changed its tone. Iviedo clutched his chest tightly, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes stared helplessly at the void in front of him, and he tried his best to resist the pain and fainting that came.

—as in his simultaneous swoon when Mrs. Jones fainted.

A purple light flashed directly in Wilt's hand, and he used the life contract. He said calmly, "This is close to Susan's house. I'll take you to find her."

"No need." Ivydo squeezed out a sentence with difficulty, his slack eyes could hardly concentrate, "Go to the temple! Quick! Something must have happened to Leo!"

The author has something to say:

boss: making trouble

In fact, I haven’t reached the confession in the outline yet, but as I wrote it, they started to do it by themselves (…)