Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 228 Make a Wish
"Sister, are we really not allowed to leave the village starting tomorrow?"

Clarisse sat on the narrow terrace at the edge of the attic, supporting her chin with the handrail of the fence, her thin calves passing through the gaps in the pillars, swaying leisurely in the night.

"Of course," Cruela wiped the water stains on her fingers with her apron, bent down and sat down next to her sister, and said, "Since the village chief said so, he must have a reason. The situation outside we I don’t know, but judging from the worried look on his face, it’s probably very dangerous, right?”

Having said this, she couldn't help but touch Kuralisi's hair with fear, and blamed herself: "I shouldn't have let you go out alone today. It's all my sister's fault."

"What are you talking about?" Kuralis was like a kitten that had its head touched. She rubbed it against her sister's hand and said with a small mouth, "Obviously she is only one and a half years older than me, but she always wants to You have to shoulder everything on your own, just like before when your parents were still there, and see if they don’t take care of you!”

Kurala's palms froze slightly, but she didn't say anything. She just silently hugged her sister into her arms and sighed silently.

The two sisters just stared quietly at the leaden night. After a while, Kurala, who was nestled in her sister's arms, suddenly moved, looked at the side of Kurala's face, and said: "Sister, please think about it. How will you celebrate your coming-of-age ceremony when you turn 14?"

"Huh?" Kurala was stunned for a moment, and then she said strangely, "Why do you suddenly think of asking this? It's been so long. What's there to think about?"

"Just tell me!"

"Let me think about it. According to the custom of our clan, the boys will receive armor and scimitars from their elders on that day. The most brave among them will also be given a knight's mask, and the girls will hold a bonfire in the central square. Soirees, putting on the most beautiful dresses and picking out the girl of your dreams – but I’m not interested in that at all.”

Kurala narrowed her eyes and smiled, and said: "If I say what my sister wants to do most, it is probably to cook a big table of delicious food and eat and play with Kurala until dawn, right? Who would let me Am I such a useless sister?"

As she said this, she took the opportunity to scratch Kuralis' soft underbelly, causing the latter to laugh and fight back. After a while of playfulness, it seemed that the chill of the night was no longer strong, and the depths of the sky covered by the light of the golden tree were also dimly visible. A few shadows of stars appeared.

"What about Clarisse? How do you want to spend your 14th coming-of-age ceremony?"

"Well," the little girl touched her chin, suddenly pointed her hand at the sky, and said, "I want to go see the stars with my sister."

Looking in the direction of her finger, the farthest sky of the Arctic Icefield showed a mysterious and romantic dark purple, but below it was covered with large lead-gray clouds, covering the full moon and black moon while pouring into the southern sky. The golden light that came blended together and turned into a steel-like depression and coldness, just like the distance between dreams and reality.

"I remember the village chief said that a long time ago, the sky in Korros was not like this. There should be a gentle full moon in the east, and a mysterious black moon in the west. The entire sky from south to north was dotted with stars. With colorful stars and a gust of wind blowing, you can see a gorgeous meteor shower."

"Sister, do you believe that scene?" Claris hugged her sister's arm and whispered softly.

"I don't know either," Kurala replied after being silent for a long time, "but I hope there really is such a scene in the world, at least I hope it has ever existed."

Her blue eyes reflected the dead sky, and she recalled: "According to the adults, since the Golden Tree unified the border area, the golden light has covered most of the starlight and moonlight, but in the West and the Far East, the people there The starry sky is still largely intact.”

"But the far north ice sheet was not only the birthplace of ancient stargazers, but also the former homeland of the Fire Giant, the most feared by the golden people. That's why the golden light here is so rich - they want to cover up the stargazers who once belonged to it. Our endless starry sky will cover up the remaining firelight and embers of the flame cauldron."

"So, the vast Arctic Icefield can only be seen in its entirety among the majestic mountains in the deepest part of the snowfield, at the resting place of the Ice Dragon God Boleleus, and by the frozen lake that never melts. Starry sky." "I've heard of this," Clarisse shook her little head. "It is said that Lord Boleleus has been missing his hometown for thousands of years, so he used his great divine power to protect the starry sky above the frozen lake. , let it remain like the Sky City Fam Azra."

"So - my wish is to wait until I am 14 years old to go to the lakeside with my sister to watch the stars!" The little girl looked at her sister expectantly, the brilliance in her eyes seemed to be more dazzling than the stars.

Kurala looked into her sister's eyes, and after a moment, she gently took her hand and said, "Then we have decided that when Kurala is 14 years old, if the war is over, we will go through it together. Icefield, go watch the stars by the frozen lake!”

"Hehe. That's great!" Clarisse used her little finger and thumb to carefully pull the hook and seal it, and added a series of oaths and guarantees to strengthen the effect. Finally, she threw herself into her sister's arms with a smile and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Okay, okay, it's getting late, it's time to go back." Curala said softly as she helped her sister comb the messy hair on her temples.

"Just stay a little longer, it's not cold anyway!"

"No, we are not the knights who condensed the ice storm. If the wind blows for a while, we will catch a cold. Be obedient."

As her sister stood up without any refusal, Clarisse had no choice but to hold her sister's hand and stand up, preparing to go back to the house.

Just as the two sisters turned around and entered the house, there was a sudden sound of scattered hooves at the entrance of the village. A war horse broke into the village with chaotic steps. With a scream, its hooves gave way and fell to the ground, knocking the knight on the horse. Pressed down.

And the knight seemed to have been severely injured. He didn't move even after being crushed. Apart from a low groan of pain, he fainted without even a wailing cry.

"Sister, that person -" Kuralis pointed in the direction of the village entrance and stayed there at a loss.

After all, Kurala was older, and her experience and temperament were better than her sister's. After a brief moment of sluggishness, she quickly came to her senses and said decisively: "Let's go rescue people first!"

The two sisters grabbed a lantern and quickly rushed out of the house and headed straight for the village entrance. When they arrived, they found that the war horse had completely died, and at least a dozen gleaming arrows were driven deeply into the chest and side of the war horse. The blood that overflowed from its abdomen froze into large dark red lumps of ice, almost covering its entire body, which was shocking.

The knight looked to be about twenty years old. His burly body was covered with a pair of scarred snow wolf skin armor. There were several arrow wounds on his chest and back. The arrow shaft seemed to have been forced by his own force. Broken, while the arrow cluster remains lodged in the muscle.

Different from that unfortunate war horse, every wound on his body shimmered with wisps of faint firelight. The flames not only suppressed excessive blood loss by scorching the wounds, but also slowly and weakly repaired the flesh and blood around the edges.

"It's a flame martial monk!" Kuralisi exclaimed.

"If we continue like this, he will freeze to death," Curala frowned slightly, "Take him back first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

(End of this chapter)