Blood, all the blood that catches your eyes is blood.

Mansha trembled as her father fought with a group of unknown people, and in her arms was her already cold mother.

Blood flowed down her smooth forehead and dripped on the new clothes she bought for herself just yesterday, leaving traces of tears.

"Go back with us." With a commanding tone, there was no room for maneuver, and the leader among the enemy was so humble.

"No! Even if I die, I will never go back to that place." My father flatly refused.

As if he sensed something, he suddenly turned around, and a sword that was swinging at me urgently appeared in his sad eyes.

Before I could shout my name, my father jumped and took me into his arms, trying to resist the murderous sword with flesh and blood.

Suddenly, a breeze flashed in my ears, carrying a faint fragrance.

As charming as a flower, and as a hugely poisonous snake.

Mansha raised her head from her father's arms.

The first thing that caught my eye was a fully-open snow-colored rose blooming on the pitch-black ground-facing robe.

Then, there was the blonde hair like fragments of the too-eyed eyes, which made afterimages with flowing light in the air as the owner moved.

"It's you!"

The cold tone was a little surprised.

"Long time no see..."

The father smiled bitterly, desolate and sad, slowly closed his mother's eyes that had been wide open but not closed with his trembling hands.

"The courage of the Church of Light is getting bigger and bigger. He dares to run to my territory to cause trouble." The blond and pointed-eared elf did not need any body language. Just the blue ice pupils swept over, which scared the previously domineering pursuers to automatically retreat.

He didn't go to chase the fleeing humans, he turned around, and his frontal appearance made Mansha, who was used to seeing the elves, shocked the gods.

"I'll take you to see Moya."

She didn't know when she was young, but just this sentence meant that she would stay in a cage that was even more gorgeous than the imperial capital from now on.

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊

"What, I figured it out?"

Standing among a group of night elves women who were serving her clothes with respectful expressions, the two black women with ordinary facial features had unignorable confidence, and their rebellious and ostentatious temperament made the elves women around her unable to cover up the gorgeous brilliance.

"Merry is dead, I don't want to...even this child is lost." The father seemed to have grown a lot aged. He hugged the dead mother tightly and said nothing.

"If you were willing to listen to my advice, you would not have the pain today." A low sigh, the woman called Moya came forward and asked gently; "I wish I could live in my place. Although it is a gorgeous cage, at least no one dared to touch you."

"Look at me, what else can I discuss..." My father closed his eyes and was so tired that he fell asleep.

Seeing this, the black woman turned her eyes to me, and her eyes as night as light flashed like a knife.

"I am Moya Fassi Truk, the protector of the night elves. Welcome to the Glory City, the daughter of Ain."

＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊

When I saw her again, it was three years later.

When I lost my childhood and officially entered the age of a girl, I witnessed a scene that I would never forget in my life.

Cross Street is full of silver-leaf trees that are always blooming all year round, extending from the four city gates to the imperial court high in the center of Meili.

People coming from all over the world to watch the ceremony were like a tide, huddling the wide streets.

The ancient and erratic music of the night elves is melodious and long, but I can't listen carefully. I only saw the long-lost figure in my eyes.

Unlike the past few goodbye, today he is actually wearing a set of exquisite but majestic full-body armor.

The golden armor and scarlet cloak and the impeccable and ageless face are beyond comparison to other night elves.

"Why have you prepared for so long?"

The whispers that can only be heard from the front are gentleness that has never been shown in front of ordinary people.

"Oh... I can't find the robe I wear when I go out." The two black woman stepped out of the newly built hall for her in disappointment. She was not the luxurious clothes of the night elves in the past, but just a normal black robe. The apprentice's emblem on her chest was obviously inconsistent with her identity.

"You are already the most noble woman in this continent, why bother with a shabby robe?"

"Why do you dress yourself up as if you were the first meeting, Sistale."

They looked at each other and laughed, dazzlingly gorgeous.

I held my hands tightly and let my nails penetrate deep into my palms.

It was not until my father exclaimed that he realized that his hands had already been bleeding.

"Mansha...you..." All my father's questions turned into sighs in my silence.

"Give up, you will never have a chance, and there will never be your place among those two souls."

"Father, I never thought of having a place. Did you not even give me the opportunity to watch silently?"

"You will regret it. If you miss it every day, it will eventually break the dam."
Chapter completed!