Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

"We have all...have become old things that will be eliminated by the times."

"But to my mother, we still seem to be children who need care. She still dotes on us and still stubbornly wants to keep us in Lentiheim. I don't know why my mother went crazy, but I can feel that she still loves us as deeply as before."

When the old man said this, his expression suddenly became calm.

She looked at the lantern she was holding up and murmured:

"But mothers forget one thing - children always grow up."

"Although the process may be painful and sad, with separation, tears and even blood and fire, one day, the children will leave their mother's arms and welcome their coming-of-age ceremony."

Then, Selowei's eyes left the lantern.

She looked back at the witch and the hero.

"This may be the first and last time that a selfish and willful child rebels against his mother..."

"Mother may not forgive us, and we are not qualified to ask for her forgiveness, but no matter what, we will set out on this journey with her blessing or curse."

The old woman's expression finally became firm again. With unspeakable sadness and determination, she finally made a request to the witch and the hero:

"Please help us and kill our mother!"

[To be continued]

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22. Moon Ship

It was a strange experience to be asked by Fuvenna and Selowei to kill their mother one after another.

Obviously, Lacie didn't have a gloomy face. She was holding a water gun in her hand, as if she was ready to grab the mother of a passerby at any time.

So this is really a bit too weird.

What's more, the commission that Fuvenna and Serlowei gave to her and Charles was so heavy that it almost crushed them to death.

Even when she was forming a band with someone, the powerful gravity of asking "Will you be in a band with me for life?" was not even one tenth, no, one percent, of the pressure the elves brought her.

After all, that is the weight of a city-state, a country, and a civilization.

Lacie immersed her body in the hot water, looked up at the ceiling blankly, and let out a long sigh.

She couldn't count how many times she regretted coming out with Charles to collect materials.

But what’s the use of regret?

Now that things have come to this, let’s think about how to help the elves kill the mistress.

Lacey got angry when she thought about this.

It's the Shire again! It's always the Shire!

When Fuvenna proposed the commission before, he agreed without blinking, and when Selowei proposed the commission just now, he agreed without thinking again.

The elves' mistress might be a living god. How could they capture the elves' mother? Maybe they would have to kill the god this time!

The more Lacie thought about it, the more annoyed she became. She stood up by the edge of the bathtub, raised her hand to summon her magic wand, and cast a cleansing spell on herself.

Magic is convenience.

In just a moment, all the water droplets on her body disappeared, and her originally wet hair became soft and dry again.

After that, Lacie put on a nightgown that the elf had prepared for her in advance.

But she didn't plan to go to bed right away.

Witches are such magical creatures. Sometimes they can sleep for decades without stopping, and sometimes they can stay awake for ten days or half a month.

Unable to sleep, Lacie decided to drink some wine.

But she didn't plan to drink in the room.

She took the lantern that Fuwenna gave her, which once belonged to Mula, and quietly climbed onto the roof of the cabin.

The second time they were arranged to live, Fuvenna finally didn't make any more mistakes, so Rachel and Charles each got a small wooden house.

The two cabins were next to each other, but Lacele had no intention of asking Charles to come up and drink with her.

She could still vividly remember the last time Charles got drunk and held her in his arms, sniffing her hair like a cat. This time, no matter what, she would never drink with Charles again.

Although drinking alone is somewhat lonely, it doesn’t matter.

Lacier took out a bottle of elven wine and a cup from the storage spell space, poured half a cup of wine into the cup, then put away the bottle, picked up the glass, and took a sip.

For some reason, she felt that the wine tasted bland.

Maybe it's because she's the only one there?

Lacey was somewhat losing interest.

She thought to herself that she might as well just give up and go back to her room to sleep - but just as she had this thought, she heard a clear climbing sound behind her.

somebody is coming.

Could it be Charles?

Lacey muttered softly, "Some people really are haunting," then turned around and looked in the direction where the climbing sounds came from.

However, the person who appeared in her sight was not Charles, but the governor of Lentiheim.

She climbed onto the roof carrying another lantern and noticed that Lacie was looking at her, so she gave Lacie a friendly look.

It was difficult for Rachel to be friendly to her.

"This is really haunting."

Rachel thought.

However, Fuwenna had no sense of being unwelcome by Laciel. She slowly came to Laciel's side and asked softly:

"Can I sit next to you?"

Although she felt a little unhappy, Lacier still nodded:

"Please feel free to do so."

Fuvenna sat down next to Rachel.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, but Lacie had no intention of breaking it.

But Fuwenna does.

She glanced at the wine glass in Lacier's hand and asked in surprise:

"Mr. Charles didn't drink with you?"

Rachel froze while shaking her wine glass, but soon regained her composure and even answered as if nothing had happened:

"He should be asleep."

Fuwenna noticed the difference in Rachel's tone, but she obviously misunderstood the situation, so she asked with a little surprise:

"Are you two...having a conflict?"

Rachel finally realized that Fuvenna probably misunderstood the relationship between her and Charles, so she sighed and explained:

"Have you forgotten? Charles's lover died not long ago. How could he have the heart to drink with me at this time?"

But she didn't expect that Fuwenna nodded to her with sympathy when she heard it.

"I understand."

"?"

Lacey couldn't help but type a question mark.

She thought to herself, what do you understand?

But before she could ask, Fuwenna said:

"I can't help it. A man as outstanding and loyal as Mr. Charles is indeed very attractive. It is reasonable for you to like him."

"???"

The question marks that Laciel typed multiplied.

She didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

It turns out that Fuvenna thought she had a crush on Charles, and Charles' heart was all on his dead lover... What the hell is going on!

So she immediately clarified:

"Don't get me wrong, I don't like Ciel at all."

Fuwenna, however, put on a subtle expression that said "I understand, I understand" and even sighed, saying:

"I see."

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In fact, she probably knows nothing.

Lacie didn't know what to say to her, so she chose to remain silent.

After a brief silence, Fuwenna suddenly spoke:

"Ms. Witch, Serlovi should have looked for you already, right?"

Lacele raised her eyebrows when she heard that - sure enough, the Governor's daughter came to see her so late at night, not just to play a joke on her.

But there didn't seem to be anything worth hiding.

Then Lacie nodded:

"Yes, she was here."

Upon hearing this, Fuwenna turned her head towards Laciel. She stared at Laciel with her emerald green eyes and asked in a low voice:

"What did she tell you?"

To be honest, Laciel had forgotten the specific content of what Serlovi said to them, so she could only give the most concise answer:

"She wants us to help her kill your mistress."

"..."

Fuwena turned her head back again.

She seemed to have expected this, but felt inexplicably sad because of it, so her body slowly leaned backwards and finally lay powerlessly on the roof of the wooden house.

But even so, she could not see the giant treetops, stars, and bright moonlight that would appear above her head in the past.

"it is as expected."

The Archon lady murmured in a low voice.

Lacier also put away the wine glass in her hand, and lay down like Fuvenna, and then asked:

"You expected this?"

"Ah."

"So, whether it's you or Ms. Seloway, your commissions both represent the will of the entire race?"

"...That's right."

After answering this question, the Archon smiled bitterly.

“We’ve tried everything,” she said. “We’ve tried everything.”

"Whether it was communicating with the mother, or trying to get close to the mother and awaken his dormant personality...but in the end, these attempts all failed."

"In the end, we didn't understand why our mother went crazy, or even what kind of person she was."

"A god? Some kind of magic? Or a legacy left by a powerful civilization?"

"In the past three thousand years, Mother seemed to be everywhere in Lentiheim, but when something went wrong with Her and we wanted to save Her, we despairingly discovered that we couldn't find Her at all."

When Fuwenna said this, her tone quickly dropped: