In the dream.

The Royal Court of the Silver Elves still shimmered with a holy white light as it did in memory, with holy white spires, holy white arch walls, holy white corridors, and holy white railings.

How long ago was that dream...

"Sister."

"What's your name?" The voice in the dream turned sharp as always.

"I-I'm sorry."

In the dream...

Remember mom said, when you gently press your chest, the palm can feel the beat of what is called 'heart' and the residual warmth of life. Only by being close there can people feel at ease.

But exactly because of this, the scenery of childhood Charol Village gradually became clearer, really wish to return to that time...

"I'm sorry, elder sister."

"I'm sorry, father."

"It's all my fault..."

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Brand's words also made him aware of another thing. Rather than saying this little girl had too much blood, perhaps it was another possibility. That was the setting of the plot task, the strategy guide didn't mention the details of how to activate the altar. Although Brand believed he could find the correct method with his experience—

But now it seems, the method is already in front of him?

However, since it is a task, this little girl is expected to wake up soon, as the game wouldn't make the players wait too long. Brand looked up at the starry night sky, wondering if this world is the same.

The mercenaries were whispering, Antitina holding Roman's hand tightly as she nervously watched the underage Silver Elf girl on the ground. No one dared to get too close, after all, the Unicorn Spirit was still guarding her side, and its residual might was still present. Who knew if it would suddenly pounce and hurt someone.

But just as Brand expected, the little girl's eyelashes soon trembled slightly, and then she opened her eyes.

Those were somewhat bewildered eyes.

The rainbow ring was silver, appearing somewhat hollow.

But in the hollow gaze, it seemed as if an instant had injected many things, like memory, emotion, and some more complex factors. After a pause, the little girl moved her body, turned her head, and her vision reflected the faces of Brand and everyone else.

It seemed she remembered something, her brows furrowed revealing a painful expression, and then she curled up and started coughing violently. She released her hand, her palm full of silver blood.

She then shivered as she groped around the ground, gritting her teeth to grab the silver long spear that had fallen on the other side—

The mercenaries vigilantly drew their weapons, someone seemed about to step forward to stop her. But Antitina turned her head and shouted in a low voice, "Brand, she no longer has the ability to fight." The previous display by the Elf Girl seemed to have touched this noble daughter, she too had been downcast, and that feeling resonated with her, as if it had hit her most vulnerable spot.

She no longer has the ability to fight, indeed true.

Brand nodded, this ghost had entered the final stage of dissolution, at this moment even if he stood still for her to kill, she wouldn't have the strength to. Ghosts linger in this world because of their persistent wish, which is their power of soul. But after the power of soul dissipates, her last connection to this world will also dissolve.

From then on, the meaning that this little Elf girl represented will completely disappear from this world, without a trace.

Sure enough, after groping for a bit, the Elf Girl suddenly stopped. Because she saw in a daze that her hand pressed on the ground had become faint and was on the verge of disappearing at any moment.

Brand raised his hand, signaling the others to stop.

In fact, without his reminder, the mercenaries had also each halted further actions. If the earlier terrifying Ghost Knight's power was enough to incite fear, then this Elf Girl's ghost was just weak enough to invoke a desire to protect.

"Human... sir, am I... disappearing...?" The Elf Girl stared at her disappearing hand in a daze and suddenly asked. Her voice was incredibly beautiful, like a nightingale in a silent forest.

This voice even made the younger sister among the Wild Elves couldn't help but exclaim softly. Wild Elves are excellent musicians, but in front of the noble Silver Elves, they are still outclassed.

Since the Golden Bloodline was passed down among the elves of Vorn, the purest bloodline of the Silver Clan has in fact only two branches, one is the Silver Elves, the other is the Fog Elves. Since the Golden Clan had long disappeared, Silver Elves and Fog Elves became the natural royal family of the elves.

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