"Acknowledged, Lord Tyrell." Galadia said, gently pressing Griffith's wrist.

Her tone was very calm, but her reply could not satisfy this powerful elf. The extraordinary elf's eyes were as sharp as ice, and the magic ball around him spun, making a buzzing sound that rent the air.

"I'm not here to send orders, miss," he waved his robe and came forward, "please don't cause any trouble to me."

Griffith immediately took a step forward and stopped in front of Galadia. Hanguang slowly slid out of the scabbard, less than seven steps away from the elf...

Tyrell glanced at him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "The strange aura is you.

"It's interesting.

"I have been looking forward to competing with you to see who is the guardian of the glorious elves."

His words created a terrifying coercion and momentum. The rotating ball of magic and the gathered spiritual energy made hissing and exploding sounds in the air, and the violent storm almost overturned the roof. It seemed that with just one thought, the front was blown.

The extraordinary elves who come here can crush the entire territory.

Suddenly, Tyrell's hand froze and he stared at the cracked eggshell on the table.

The momentum disappeared in an instant. The smile on the corner of the proud elf's mouth turned into a twitch. He said nothing, turned around and outlined a magic circle, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye with his companions.

…

If it weren't for the remnants of psychic energy still lingering in the air, it would be hard to believe that the extraordinary beings from Canaan once visited this place and almost took action.

The inexplicable guests returned to their seats. Russell muttered loudly:

"If you ask me, these pointy ears are all weirdos,

"I'm not targeting you!"

Galadia stood up suddenly, said good night to everyone, and disappeared like a gust of wind from the door without looking back, leaving behind a background that made Russell very embarrassed.

"I don't think she is targeting you, please feel free to do so." Griffith quickly stood up, said goodbye to the guests, and chased him out.

Griffith ran behind, but the elf's graceful figure was so light and fast. He couldn't catch up for a while, and actually lost it.

He searched for a while in the night but was still nowhere to be found. Unknowingly, a tinkling sound like running water floated in the night wind.

The sweet melody flowing from the strings makes people forget all the troubles around them, drifting to the distant dark land, looking at the strange moonlight in the sky, far away from the nearby rivers and hills.

Who is plucking the strings?

The ethereal and distant sound of the piano touches the soul, as if the morning light is faint and the wind sings away the dust under the evening stars. It reminds people of the mountains at dawn, the songs wandering in the dark forests and cold mountains, and the stars shining in the dark sky.

Is it Galadia?

Griffith followed the tune of "ding ding dong dong" and came to the woods, where Galadia was sitting on the treetop.

"The sound of the piano is so beautiful!" Griffith admired sincerely.

The autumn forest-like fragrance contained an intoxicating fragrance of grapes. Galadia sat quietly on the top of a tall tree, without any musical instrument such as a harp in her hands.

"Where is Jean?" the knight asked.

"What piano?" Galadia asked softly, then realized something and gently pressed her forehead, "Griffith, don't come over."

Griffith was already climbing up the treetop on his hands and knees. He hesitated when he heard the girl's words.

It is said that when a girl is in a bad mood, telling you not to come over is not actually what it means literally... He thought about it and felt that he couldn't just let it go, so he climbed up more actively and sat next to the girl.

"Then what I heard?"

"It's been two years, why are you still so disobedient?" Galadia looked at the night sky in the distance, her cheeks covered by her hanging black hair, not looking at him, "Go away quickly."

"Hmm~ It's been two years," Griffith nodded repeatedly. "When I came back from the front, I only had 35 silver coins in my pocket. As the second son of a Border Knight family without inheritance rights, if I can't stay in Bayerland,

, Well, I can go home. My family also said there is no need to feel pressure."

"I think they just want to say, want to say...well, they want you not to be stressed..." Galadia responded casually. Her voice seemed to be choked with sobs.

Well, don't be stressed... Griffith was in a very happy mood. The ethereal sound of the piano seemed to make the night in the forest as quiet as black and white ink. The sleeveless dress revealed ivory-like pink-carved arms.

Make him feel good about blooming.

There is no one else here. Galadia's hands are so beautiful... Griffith gently touched Ruyu's arm and held her hand tightly: "You have always been with me, even when I was ordinary and innocent.

Inconspicuous. We know what might happen next, vaguely... Galadia, how can I help you?"

"You're already helping me,

"Griffith, do you believe in fate?"

Galadia sat sideways without turning around to look at him. Her waterfall-like long straight black hair and fair skin at her neckline were even more attractive than the night. However, her hands were very cold, making Griffith feel like he was holding them.

A piece of ice.

However, he was confident in his own heat and tightened his grip: "I guess it depends on how we look at fate."

Galadia is worried and has many things on her mind. It seems that the battle of the Hand of God and the situation in Canaan have put a lot of pressure on her... Griffith's eyes drifted to the ends of his hair and slender waist. The two sat side by side,

The perfect angle made his heart beat fast.

"When I think of fate, I don't think of an inescapable destiny, but of a certain responsibility, a goal that you must act towards, the meaning of your existence."

"It seems that's what happened." Griffith nodded repeatedly and took the slim body into his arms unceremoniously.

"What if something happened that you never understood that might change all goals?"

"what are you saying?"

Why did the atmosphere become a little serious? Before Griffith could understand, Galadia suddenly broke away from his hand and rubbed her long hair: "Suddenly, you can complete your mission in an instant!

However, the price is..."

"What is it?"

Galadia suddenly became very anxious. She pulled her hair and pulled off a strand of her priceless long black straight hair: "This doesn't make sense! Things shouldn't be like this!

"I have always felt that Galadia Villanoy was born with the blessing of Canaan, and it is natural for her to do her best for the prosperity of Canaan and the happiness of her compatriots.

"I know more and more clearly that my feelings are not wrong. But..."

Griffith became even more worried. He gently pressed the girl's shoulders and tried to turn her around.

At this moment, he suddenly froze. An inexplicable and extremely strong thought flashed through his mind:

"Can not look!"

"Can't look! Can't look!"

"run!"

This sudden spiritual touch made Griffith's whole body go cold, and his hair stood up as if exploding. A drop of cold sweat ran down the back of his neck and slowly slid down his back.

He was almost petrified. The extremely familiar pretty face was only a few centimeters away from his lips, covered by smooth black hair. However, this moving long hair was like a terrifying barrier, as if there was some kind of deadly natural enemy behind it.

.

No, it's not just natural enemies. It's something more desperate and indescribable...

What cannot be looked directly at...

"What you just heard was not the sound of the piano.

"Griffith, there is no music here."

Galadia's voice was filled with tears:

"Human beings have limits. The closer they get to the mystery, the more unbearable the mind and body are. Even the blessings of gods...

"The instinctive resistance and cover-up when one is shocked by mystery and has broken sanity will distort reality, allowing us to hear and see..."

A branch suddenly fell on Griffith's shoulder, startling him. The lush green branches and leaves turned out to be like black ink in Griffith's eyes. When he stared at the branches and leaves, the thickly colored branches and leaves suddenly

It became pale, and the soft branches grew wildly, looking as creepy as a skeleton.

What's going on? Griffith dropped the branch in shock.

"Garadia, let's get out of here!"

Griffith's heartbeat quickened. Before he could pull the girl to her feet, there was a sudden rustle above his head, and more branches and leaves fell from his head. A caterpillar "popped" and landed on the back of his hand.

The curly, dark green bug squirmed, and under Griffith's direct gaze, it opened its mouth and tore it to an unimaginable arc, revealing a maniacally laughing face.

Strange laughter echoed in the air, and Griffith's brain felt like it was being hammered.

Galadia trembled and sobbed: "Griffith, I am affecting the creatures around me.
Chapter completed!