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

Serlovi smiled bitterly and replied:

"Who knows."

Then, her tone quickly dropped and her voice became much softer:

"Don't you think that your mother's 'symptoms' of madness seem a little strange?"

Fuwenna was stunned for a moment.

After a moment, she lowered her eyes and showed a bitter smile that was almost identical to Serlovi's:

"You have indeed discovered it a long time ago."

Serlovie said "hmm":

"After all, she is our mother."

Then she said:

"In chronological order, the earliest abnormality was probably that the mother was contaminated by something, and then the contaminated mother went 'crazy'."

"After this, the abnormalities in the city began to appear."

"The first anomaly was the deformed embryos that appeared in the breeding room."

"Regarding this anomaly, I have a guess—"

Fuwenna paused and continued:

"What is mother afraid of?"

"Maybe it was a natural disaster, maybe it was a war, maybe it was something that caused her to be contaminated - He was afraid that His children would be destroyed by such things, so He decided to transform His children."

"He wanted them to be stronger, so he made the embryos grow more hands and feet; He wanted them to be smarter, so some of the embryos had two heads; He even wanted them to be perfect creatures..."

"But He was already crazy after all, so all the embryos He transformed turned into deformed monsters."

"After this, there was the second anomaly, a thick fog that enveloped the entire Lentiheim."

Serlowei said, looking at Lacier:

"Now we all know the truth about that fog - the Twilight Witch called it the 'Dream of Existence', and I think the name she chose is very appropriate."

"Mother had a premonition of her own death."

"So, she was trying to model for us, the kids who hadn't grown up yet, the difficulties we might face in the future."

"Natural disasters, wars, plagues... He uses those dreams to tell us how to make decisions if we encounter similar difficulties in the future, and how to continue our civilization."

Hearing this, Fuwenna couldn't help but ask:

"Then what about the other anomaly? Why did Mother capture those siblings who disappeared in the fog? And why did She hide all those siblings in the breeding room in the end?"

Serlovie seemed to have anticipated that Fuvenna would ask this question.

So she lowered her right hand and gently placed it on her lower abdomen, then showed a complicated expression.

"It has been three thousand years," she said, "but our elves' newborns are all born from their mothers."

“So few female elves know that there is an organ in our bodies that is specifically used to nurture new life.”

"That organ is called the uterus."

She raised her head and gave Fuvenna a wonderful, gentle and loving smile.

"In the outside world, all newborns are born from their mother's womb. For children, that is probably the most comfortable and safest place."

“But in fact, this is also true for mothers.”

"Especially for a mother who has gone mad, if she wants to protect her child, then the womb may be the safest place she can think of."

"So do you understand why Mother hid the missing elves in the breeding room?"

An irrepressible emotion suddenly surged into Fuwenna's heart.

She was silent for a moment, and suddenly felt her eyes getting wet.

"Because..." she whispered, "to the mother, the breeding room is His womb."

"Yes."

Selowei raised her hand and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Then she continued in a vague voice:

"Even though my mother was crazy, He still loved us. Everything He did was for us."

"——but we disobeyed Him."

"You know, Fuwenna, even at the end, Mother was helping us. When we were challenging our mother who had almost completely gone crazy, it was She who brought us into Her dream."

"I think He is worried that we might be accidentally injured by the aftermath of the battle?"

"And when we wanted to kill Him, He grabbed my hand and helped me stab the knife into His heart."

"Mother actually knows everything. She knows we want to disobey Her, and She knows we want to kill Her."

"But for us children, He was willing to die."

Selowei looked at Fuwenna, her eyes full of sadness.

Fuvenna looked at Serlovie, and for some reason, she suddenly remembered the song called "Moon Boat" that the Witch of Twilight had hummed beside her.

She vaguely remembered the tune and the strangely pronounced lyrics that the Witch of Twilight had shared with her.

Then she raised her head and hummed in a hoarse voice:

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"I can catch the moon,

I will use countless dreams,

Holding up countless oars..."

Fuvenna's voice is far less pleasant than that of the Witch of Twilight, but the emotion that the Witch of Twilight puts into her song is far less than hers.

Perhaps at this moment, it is difficult to find any race in the entire Pangaea that can resonate with this song more than the elves who have just passed their coming-of-age ceremony?

She thought about it, but couldn't help sniffing and continued humming:

"...Goodbye, Mom.

I'm sailing away tonight.

Don't worry about me.

I have the oars of joy and wisdom,

When you wake up, don't tell anyone.

I am rowing my moon boat across the Milky Way..."

Fuwenna subconsciously raised her head and looked at the night sky above her.

The thick fog that shrouded Lentiheim had completely dissipated with the death of the mother, and the long-lost starry sky appeared before the elves again.

The stars are shining and the crescent moon is like a hook.

Fuwena hummed a vague tune, and before she knew it, she was in tears.

Serova listened attentively until Fuwena finished singing, then she whispered to her:

"Wipe your tears quickly. Today is the first day a newborn baby is born in the history of Lentiheim. As the consul, you must act happy and not look sad."

Fuwenna wiped her eyes and forced a smile at Serlovie:

"Um……"

"Anyway, it's all over, isn't it?"

The crazy mother was killed, the thick fog dissipated, and all the abnormalities in the city of Lentiheim disappeared. From today on, Lentiheim will usher in a new life.

After three thousand years of staying in the mother's cradle, the civilization finally left the cradle on its own and began to take its first steps.

It is foreseeable that even with the rich legacy left to them by their mother and the dream of existence that records all of their mother's life experiences, this civilization that has just stepped out of the cradle is destined to have a bumpy journey.

Because this is a voyage that belongs to them alone after they bid farewell to their mother.

As Fuwenna was thinking this, she suddenly heard a noisy discussion.

She subconsciously raised her head and found that she and Selowei had unknowingly arrived near the home of the elf couple.

The place was packed with elves, who gathered together to welcome the birth of the first newborn in the history of Lentiheim.

Fuwenna suddenly heard a cheer from the crowd.

What followed was a strange sound that she had never heard in Lentiheim, an exceptionally high-pitched and pleasant one.

She knew what it was—

That was probably the first cry of a newborn elf into this world.

[Volume 2: End]

Lacey's injuries were not serious.

But Charles' injuries were serious.

Maybe it was because at the last moment, Charles protected her with his body.

After they shattered the core of the Matron, all the filthy flesh and blood attached to the wreckage of the starship exploded like a punctured balloon, and then turned into smelly filthy mud.

It was falling heavily, like a heavy rain.

Incredibly, all the silt that fell to the ground quickly turned into fertile soil.

Even though the elves are unlikely to cultivate this land - after the death of the mistress, this void lost all light sources.

In this case, even the most fertile soil would be of no use.

In an environment of near-absolute darkness, what plants can thrive? Even if there are plants that can survive, they will probably wilt, just like the brave man now.

Every time she saw Charles wrapped tightly in bandages, looking as listless as a dumpling, Lacie couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This brave man is so lame!

Although Charles became like this because of her, she had no conscience to begin with, so not only did she not feel the pangs of conscience, she also wanted to gloat over his misfortune and add insult to injury.

But she also had something to say -

She laughed at Charles, but Charles himself had no objection, so no one else was allowed to have any!

Although she was seriously injured.

After all, Ciel is a hero with incredibly good physical fitness, but she is just a witch. Putting aside magic, her physical fitness is not much better than that of ordinary humans.

Even though Charles tried his best to protect her, the enormous pressure brought by the disintegration of the mistress almost broke her thin arms and legs.

But what is even worse is the "contamination" that caused the mistress to go mad.

Lacee couldn't be sure of the identity of that thing. Although she had been knowledgeable since she followed Old Deng to build the White Tower, she had never heard of a mysterious side creation that could drive a ship-borne host crazy.

You know, in a sense, the mistress of the elves can almost be called a god.

So, what on earth could make the mistress who possesses both the scientific and mysterious sides - or, to use the professional terms proposed by the academic community today, the so-called "laws" and "reason" - turn into that distorted appearance?

Rachel didn't know.

She suddenly realized that her understanding of Pangaea was not as thorough as she thought.

But it was normal. She had been in this world for less than a hundred years at most. Besides, she was lazy, and most of these hundred years were wasted by her in the Sea of ​​Forest.

In addition, the development of the countries in the Pangaea in recent years can be said to be changing with each passing day. Unknowingly, the human empire adjacent to the Sea of ​​Forests... I think it's called Victoria? It has even developed a steam engine, a modified version, and has created a prototype of steam armor.

Of course, after becoming an immortal, Lacier's perception of time is no longer as sharp as before, and she is not very well-informed, so it is possible that the steam armor of the Victoria Empire has already been upgraded to the level where it can be mass-produced and equipped to the troops on a small scale.

Although Laciel still didn't think those bulky tin cans could pose any threat to a magician like her.

Even a novice wizard could easily roast the driver inside the tin with pyromancy.