Stray

    Medith stretched out the skeleton, as if to touch Oliver. But as soon as he reached out a little bit, he retracted it as if being scorched by fire. He stood silently on the spot, not saying a word to the crackling sound caused by the rapid expansion of the pain lock.

    "Mr. Meders," Oliver called softly, with a hint of reassurance.

    "Of course I can tell you." Medes finally spoke again, at a very low volume. "You have a right to know this."

    Although the necromancer has no physical body, Medes feels a lot older in an instant: "...But since you will ask this, that is to say, Flint... he doesn't want to tell you? "

    Bone gripped the hem of the robe tightly, and the Necromancer's voice was a little more hopeless when he anticipated the answer: "Flint, is he okay?"

    "My father passed away not long ago." Oliver lowered his head, "In order to protect our town, he forcibly transferred the demon summoning ceremony."

    "...He was killed by a demon?" Medes ripped the edge of his robe with a bone finger engraved with black spells, as if trying to tear his soul apart.

    "No. After the transfer ceremony, he asked me to kill him, thus sending the demon straight back to the abyss... So I killed my father, Mr. Medes."

    Meds stopped tearing the robes, he stretched out his bones and patted Oliver's head cautiously - the movement was terribly light, as if Oliver was a fragile item that would fall apart at the touch of a button. Their similar heights made this behavior seem a little weird, but Oliver didn't dodge, he looked straight at the empty sockets that were glowing red.

      "God, he's not yet fifty years old, how can he be like this..."

    Meds shook his head, he would withdraw, take two steps back, sit on the edge of the stone bed, and bury the fleshless skull in his palm.

    "It's all my fault, it's all my fault - if it weren't for me, he wouldn't be able to deal with just summoning a demon."

    He was shaking violently, and a low whine came out of his throat. It was more like a wounded beast whimpering than a human being.

    "So, Oliver...you have an Alban accent. If I'm not mistaken, did you go down the Black Badge by killing your father and running away? Impossible for Flint Raise a deviant child."

    No, Oliver thought, glancing at Nemo a few steps away. He may already be the most deviant human being in the world.

    "Half the reason is this." Oliver answered sincerely, "As for the other half, my lover is a superior demon, and I don't want to be separated from him."

    Medith's bone face had no expression at all, he didn't move, he sighed for a while, and looked at An: "That's right."

    The female warrior rolled her eyes in disgrace, patted Nemo on the shoulder, and pushed him forward: "...I've had enough. That kid likes this ,it is this!"

    The Necromancer let out a few hoarse chuckles.

    "You do look like Flint when it comes to choosing lovers," he said, glancing lightly at Nemo.

    "I'm not going to judge this time, boy. If it's your choice, if you believe it's your happiness. Come on, since you want to know about the past, and Trent wither I can provide you with information about the disease at one time."

    Medith made a gesture, and the illuminated skeletons wandering above the room flipped at the same time, and the mercury-like contents finally poured out-they fell to the ground and turned into fine silver smoke, instantly filled with the whole room.

    It was Medeth's memory, full of happiness, pain, and guilt. He copied and extracted them as the only light source at the bottom of the tomb.

    It is different from the confinement room of Clementine College, everyone does not need to touch anyone, and is directly wrapped in memories. And the figure of Medes did not disappear, he stood beside them, pointing to the phantoms twisting around.

    "This is the first time I've heard of your mother." Meders' bones formed a complex pattern in the air, and the surrounding images began to become clear—

    "I'm in love, friends!" The young man opened his arms and made a V to the sky. Health and joy made his smile sparkle. He had just rushed into the tavern from outside, and there were a lot of fine grass blades stuck to his armor.

    The Sword of Residual Fire is hanging securely on his belt, and the flames are scattered everywhere.

    Oliver swallowed hard, and he recognized it as his young father. Immediately aware of Oliver's abnormality, Nemo stretched out one and grabbed his lover's.

    Nimo's mood suddenly became heavy - Abbas Alastair, the deputy commander of the Tin Soldiers Mercenary Regiment.

    An who stood not far from them said nothing.

    "The one hundred and forty-ninth time. Come on, Commander, if you try harder to lose your love, you will soon usher in the one hundred and fifty spring." Ze Medes was putting a book over his face, "Who is this time? The little daughter of the tavern owner? The incense maker in the shop? Or the peasant girl who sells potatoes? Abbas, you have to talk about him. - This person has no idea what true love is. Someone has to tell him that unilateral praise behind someone's back just doesn't work."

    "Flint is just enlivening the atmosphere, don't take it seriously." Alban's second prince looked rather calm.

    "How do you talk, my deputy head?" Flint shouted dissatisfied, "Well, I just praised their beauty in this way before, after all, lovely girls It's the most precious treasure in the world, you have to admit it."

    "Yes." Abbas responded with a good temper, adding some milk to the hot tea. "Want some tea?"

    "I'm in love this time," Flint announced solemnly.

    "You said that last time, last time, last time, last time. If your 'love' is to send flowers, dance, and say goodbye happily. ' Meders coughed hard twice.

    "This time is different." Flint grimaced and pointed at Medes. "My angel is a wandering dancer. God, she's so cute, she even gave me a kiss! Abbas, I have a hunch that I'll marry her for sure."

    "Oh." Abbas was calm.

    "Oh." Medes snorted.

    Oliver stared at this unfamiliar father. Although the father in his memory was equally hearty, there was always something missing compared to the "Flint Lopez" that Meders remembered.

    "The Captain is not a frivolous man, Oliver, he respects every woman he encounters. The Tin Soldier has always been on the front lines of all kinds of danger, and now it seems that he is indeed Liven up the atmosphere by complimenting cute girls. Abbas sees this better than I do."

    Meders, who has become a dead bone, said, looking sadly at the past that has long since passed.

    "...We didn't take it seriously at the time, but he was serious. We didn't see that Sonia Ramon at that time, but after that, the head of the regiment kept communicating with her in letters , or use communication crystals from time to time."

    "To be honest, we still don't think the two of them can make it. Flint is a famous hero in the world, and Miss Ramon is just an ordinary wandering dancer, I personally even suspected her Impure."

    The Necromancer lowered his head, sighed, and stroked the mist with his fingers.

    The scene changes to a room at night.

    "Balthazar, I will not take you on the expedition. The list has been submitted, and your name is not on it." Flint's face did not smile, he read it very seriously With the name of Medes, word by word.

    "Captain!"

    "I know you are unwilling, but the bottom of the abyss is really dangerous. Your physical condition does not allow it, this is an order."

    The young Medes slammed the table, and the crutches leaning against the table fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, neither light nor heavy.

    Flint looked at his comrades quietly, showing a little sad expression: "And I have a bad feeling, Balthazar. In case we don't come back..."

    "Shut up." Recalling Medes's voice was a little more annoyed, "Don't say such things!"

    "I know, just in case." Flint smiled reluctantly. "Don't get excited, don't get excited, get angry and hurt yourself."

    "Even if Ulysses killed four generations of expeditionary troops, but we have the best elven bow, the most powerful dragon warrior... We have you. Captain, if the tin soldiers are killed Without it, I can't imagine anyone else who can beat it." Medes muttered. "Such a shrewd and cautious majesty is willing to let Abbas act with you, and everyone will be fine."

    "But I occasionally think about some strange questions." Flint lifted Medes' crutches and put them back gently. "Balthazar, you know a lot of weird stuff, don't you. Do you think our expedition...is considered aggression?"

    “…what nonsense are you talking about?”

    "In order to prepare for the expedition, I collected a lot of information." Flint sighed fiercely. "The scope of the abyss has never expanded, and the Demon King has never come to the surface, but the expedition on the surface has continued for thousands of years. There is no sign that the demons are destroying the surface under its instructions."

    "The damage caused by the lower demons and super demons is no different from that of the beasts on the surface. Most of them have no brains, and they rarely act together. Except for the difference in the power system, they are no different from ordinary animals. Needless to say, higher-level demons must find partners on the surface, and their actions seem to be very self-directed. Rather than jointly destroying human beings, they are more like exploring and enjoying themselves in their own way. It is human beings who build the church of the abyss and maintain Instead, the guardians of the balance of power are the superior demons 'Olores'... All in all, their behavior does not seem to be influenced by the so-called 'Demon Lord'."

    "But for a period of time after the Demon King is defeated, the abyss will be closed, and the actions of all the demons on the surface will be slow for a period of time. This, this is to protect human beings." stand up.

    "It's only a few short years, it's good to fool ordinary people. In fact, people have long been accustomed to dealing with lower-level demons and high-level demons. On the other hand, the closure of the abyss may The weakening of the superior demons is almost negligible compared to the power gap between humans and humans."

    "What are you trying to say, Captain?"

    "I have searched all the history and found only one move - get the bone jade. Kill the devil and get the precious resources at the bottom of the abyss."

    Flint Lopez started pacing the room: "I'll make an analogy, Balthazar. Like because a few stray garans killed in Albans Man, Alban declared war directly on Garland. We stormed Garland with our troops, executed their royal family, brought back the wealth the Garland royal family had accumulated over the years - and declared it 'justice'."

    "But we have to go, Captain. Alban needs bone jade more than ever, and Willard's research on weapons is far ahead of us. If we can't get enough bone jade Shock them, and Alban will lose the war. This is not the time to care about the devil's mood, after all, the devil is just a monster..."

    "I understand." Flint smiled and shook his head, "I'll go. But... Balthazar, just because the opponent is stronger than us, justified attacking the opponent. I don't really like the idea."

    "You are human." Medes looked at his head seriously, "Whether justice or not, you have your position, head. At least now, you are burdened with the country's destiny."

    “…I know.”

    "Well, what were you going to ask me for?"

    "If I don't come back, can you transfer my share of the property to Sonia?"

    "Head..."

    "I proposed to her yesterday and she said yes."

    "This time?!"

    "We are aware of each other and don't want to leave regrets."

    "...OK, I see."

    Nimo's palms were cold and sweaty. Oliver held his lover's back and tried to use his warm palm to help the other party recover a little temperature.

      At that time, I was almost disgusted with Sonia Ramon, and I admitted that it was my prejudice. Because her identity is really... sorry, and she stayed away from the head of the regiment. I thought her goal was the property of the head of the regiment. ."

    "Anyone with a bit of common sense knows that as long as the captain can survive, he will definitely marry a daughter of a noble...even a woman of the level of a princess. When have you heard of the brave man marrying a refugee ?"

    "And he survived," Oliver whispered.

    "Yes." Medes nodded.

    Smoke surged, and the figure of young Medes appeared again. This time his complexion looked much better, and his crutches were replaced with crutches.

    But his eyes were swollen to death, his face was full of beards, and it seemed that he had not taken care of himself for many days. Meders clung to the communication crystal engraved with the emblem of the Tin Soldier, staring blankly at the blue sky outside the window. Completely disregarding the cluttered room around him.

    The crystal began to flicker, and he grunted in his throat, eagerly opening the communication.

    "Balthazar."

    "Head..." Medes responded with desperate desire.

    "Balthazar, help me." Flint didn't bring the good news he wanted, like telling him that the destruction of the tin soldiers was a nightmare, like telling him that everyone just gave The likable Balthazar Medes pulls a bad prank.

    Flint sounds helpless and hopeless.

    Their leader is always full of courage and can face any difficulties with a smile. But the sound coming from the crystal is almost as fragile as the crystal itself.

    "Tuan... Flint, you said." Medes forced himself to calm down, and he bit his lower lip directly out of blood.

    "Sonia's situation is very bad." Flint's voice trembled a little. "It's Trent blight, Balthazar. It's Trent blight... I'm going to lose her, don't I?"

    "I'll be right there, there will always be a way."

    Meds repeated numbly, sweeping eagerly at the mess of books on the table, then scratching his messy hair.

    “…there will always be a way, trust me.”