Vol 2 Chapter 4 (1/2)
Between Past and Future
And three hundred years later, he finally received the letter, written inside was the answer he was waiting for.
–But is this really all that he had hoped for?
The elf thought back to the historical texts he had researched, records about Yang Wolfin.
The longest running, and widely acclaimed as the best Grand Mage.
Author of uncountable number of books, spent her life inventing and improving over fifty types of healing spells and potions, surpa.s.sing the contribution of any mages in history.
On the front of measuring magical power and resistance, she left an extremely accurate proposal.
Why she would be so focused and motivated on researching something so boring, and without much use, is something that everyone had thought of as a mystery.
She lived for two hundred and seventy two years, far surpa.s.sing the limit of any normal human’s lifespan, people said that it was a reward from the heavens to her for saving so many lives.
Someone so great, the last words before her pa.s.sing were: “Actually, I’m starting to forget their faces.”
–No one knows who ‘they’ were.
She said ‘don’t feel sorry for me’.
But, Anna, are you satisfied with this ending?
I stubbornly rewrote yours, and ‘their’ life trajectory, what I wanted might not be just ‘for everyone to survive’.
I want to know, if you had lived lives that you could claim as happy.
The elf lifted the parchment, looking at the small star mark.
–This star, will it give me the answers I want?
“Do you want to go?”
The elf’s thoughts returned to the present, the knight was looking at him with burning eyes.
“Do you want to go to that place?” the knight asked again.
“I don’t know,” the elf shook his head, “I’m a little…scared.”
The knight didn’t ask what he was scared of, just locked their fingers together, gripping the elf’s hands tightly.
“It’s still not over, Ellen,” he said, “Your story is still not over.”
“—No matter what the future brings, I will witness it till the end.”
He finished speaking, and turned around, striding back in the direction they came from.
Mrs.Cavendish finished watering the last plant, she lifted her head and saw the following scene.
In the setting sun, two young man linking hands, walking side by side on the small garden path.
“Oh,” the old lady said to herself a little surprised, “I should ask the old man… if the room arrangements, should be adjusted?”(1)
Dinner was still held in the Grand Mage’s home.
The dwarf finally gathered his courage, and blurted out to the Grand Mage the questions that he had thrown at the siren before, thus, this heated debate lasted until dessert time. But a lot of the times, the one answering was not the Grand Mage himself, but Mrs.Cavendish. – Clearly, in areas other than healing magic, she is the true expert.
This would greatly explain why the gentle Mr.Cavendish could handle any situation — If there was something more terrifying in the world than a Grand Mage, it would be a Grand Mage pair.
After dinner, the Grand Mage was ordered by his wife to wash the dishes, and the lady took on the role of guide, leading them to the central tower. From the outside, there were only a few lit rooms in the tower. When they entered, it was more s.p.a.cious than they had thought, they could immediately hear the echoing of their footsteps.
“It’s too big, without magic, cleaning would be a very difficult thing.” Mrs.Cavendish said smiling.
The she walked forward, the two ‘wall lamps’ on the side lite up silently, bright light immediately scattered across this ancient building giving off a lonely feeling.