Merriel struggled hard to fight the leather rope that was tied firmly to her hands, but it could not change her current situation except for leaving a scratch on her white white wrist.

She looked up at the place, and the gray woodland was covered with elves-style ruins - this place was originally a village, but since the mortality began to spread, there were not too many such abandoned settlements in the forest.

The land on which they live has lost its vitality, and people have to leave their hometowns and go to Sanshak, Silver Port or even further away to struggle to survive. She has seen with her own eyes that people who have lost hope in life, either lost their property or land in disaster, or health and relatives, or everything. The withered forest borders have spread to the periphery of Silver Port, and people have set up barriers to barely block the spread of the ubiquitous epidemic.

Later, Ninimel rose to the ground, and the situation around Linnorir and Sanshak further deteriorated, disasters spread, and criticisms broke out. People could not see hope in despair. She had to pray to the goddess day after day - praying that the disaster would subside and that everything would return to the past.

But the quiet woodland of the Holy White did not respond - outside Silver Wind Harbor and outside the sky barrier, a grey world seemed to be the footnote to the doomsday of this giant tree.

But she is different.

The elf girl is slender and weak, with long silver-gray hair, braided into several thin braids behind her ears, and is said to be a mixed race of the Misterville Moon Elf; her eyes are also unique, a pair of beautiful, light purple eyes, and the eyes are like a deep pool, always so calm, and full of confidence in the world.

"Don't be discouraged, I heard that the Council has plans for this."

"Have you heard that a few more gray areas were recovered outside the city today."

"It is said that another dragon knight has arrived in Sanshak, and they have planned to launch a counterattack against Ninimer."

"Everything is developing in a positive direction. The goddess will protect us. The holy tree is far from irreversible. As long as we make a little more effort."

"Although our strength is insignificant, we can also fulfill our responsibilities. As long as everyone fulfills their obligations, those who are truly capable can devote themselves to the counterattack against Ninemeer without distraction."

She was always so patient, as if she was never defeated by the despair in life:

"Merille, don't care so much about criticism."

"Rumor is only temporary, it cannot become a fact. Don't worry, time will always prove everything."

"Have you ever seen the Holy Maiden? I have seen her once, and I believe that such a gentle person will definitely not be a bad person."

"Think about it, even His Highness the Princess is on our side. Didn't we join the Saints' Association because we responded to her call?"

"When one day in the future, the disaster will pass, and we will one day become important figures like the Bishop. By then, we can repair people's views on the Holy White Woodlands in our own way."

"Because the Holy Woods are not really arrogant and indifferent, Ms. Aimeya has never abandoned any of her people. You and I know that Merell, the Temple has just been away from the world for too long and too far away."

Merriel looked down at the wrinkled letter laid flat on his knees, with only one sentence in crooked words:

“…Merille, don’t…believe them…”

Her handwriting has always been very beautiful, but she has experienced so much torture in this short sentence. How weak she has to write this way, and she can only vaguely recognize her notes.

Merriel's tears burst out from her eyes and fell on the letter paper. She cried weakly for a while, as if she had become the same person as before, until someone came back from the ruins.

It was the man named "Nether". She only heard the nickname once and then wrote it down.

At other times, others called the other party the "captain", and he was the leader of this group.

The man walked up to her, his face not very good: "Miss Merell, you have been thinking enough, and you should be able to recognize that this letter was handed to you by Miss Linseya Starlight-she is still alive."

"Now you only need to help us take down the Holy White Tree Heart, and she can survive and even come back to you. As long as you nod, we will send you back to Silver Wind Harbor immediately."

Merell wiped away the tears with the back of his hand, but he didn't say a word. There was a faint sense between the unicorn girl, and when she came to this place, she already understood everything in her heart.

She asked softly: "You have brought her here before, have you?"

"Yes, I might as well tell you that this is just a temporary place to settle down," Youming nodded and replied coldly, "You don't have to count on those people outside. They have been under our surveillance since the moment they left Silver Wind Harbor. They can't save you, and they can't even protect themselves."

But Merell never cared about his safety.

Just a heart-wrenching sting came from her heart.

She seemed to have an illusion in front of her, as if she had seen the scene of the past with her own eyes—

The strange man walked towards Linseya and stabbed a bunch of crystal-like gray branches into her forehead. The bright red blood gushed out and turned into silent tears.

The severe pain seemed to split the girl's soul. The hatred was planted in silence, taking root and sprouting, growing gray branches all over the sky, condensed into a network, entangling everyone.

When Nether saw the elf girl's changing expression, he suddenly realized something, "Damn, the unicorn girl's sensing ability is really annoying, so you noticed it?"

Merriel looked up at him, "Why? Why do you guys do this..."

The girl's voice was a little hoarse, "Aren't you one of us too, what benefits can this disaster bring to you?"

You, why...

Want to kill her?

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Merell had tears in his eyes. They had clearly agreed to save the port together, enter the upper floors of the temple together, survive the disaster together, and change people's views on the Holy Woodlands together.

Although that power is insignificant, I believe that with a little effort, one day we will reach that height, just like the saint's crown. One day, they will also have the ability to change the land under the shade of the holy tree-

But everything became the past.

The girl disappeared, leaving only one mystery.

After the disaster of the Gray Branch at the Harbor, people from the investigative department came to tell him that the missing Saint White Tree had been found. It came from the Temple in Silverwyn. Her suspicion was lifted.

But her heart was sinking, and she knew the temple.

When selecting the Unicorn Girl, there is a gray-haired elf girl in the same dormitory as her.

She comes from Ravenell, a mixed-race of the moon elves. She is smart, calm, but still has no lack of enthusiasm and is always full of optimism about the world.

Later, he became an intern unicorn girl in the Temple of Weston District and the guardian of Saint Whitewood.

And the elf girl became the tree guardian of the Temple in Silverwyn.

That's the beginning of all the stories.

But Merell didn't expect it to have an end like this, and she thought the story in the tragic would not come to the ordinary herself.

Until she received the letter.

"This letter was handed over to you by Miss Linseya, and you should recognize her handwriting," said Youming in a arrogant tone when he handed the letter to her:

"I heard that there are some special sensations between the unicorn girls. You should detect the breath of your companion from the letter."

"Of course, she doesn't want you to go with us. If we hadn't allowed her to write these words, she wouldn't have written this letter to you."

"But if you want to see her again, Miss Merrell, this is your only choice."

"You have to think about it. You only have one chance to refuse. Once you turn around and leave, you will never see us again, nor will you see her."

Merriel stammered, "Who are you...?"

"us?"

Youming smiled, "We are just a group of employed and insignificant pawns. You can't learn any useful information from us. Have you considered it?"

Merriel held the letter silently.

As the man said, there is a special sense between unicorn girls, especially those who are close to them, and she can feel the faint breath in the letter.

But the message from the letter was far more than he had imagined. A mystery lingered in the girl's heart. She gradually made up her mind and wanted to figure out what happened when the investigation team disappeared.

The Council knew that the stolen Saint White Tree Heart came from the Temple in Silverwyn, and that temple had long lost its owner, but they still did not stop the spread of rumors.

They knew that all this had nothing to do with the Saints Association and Linseya, but they still had to pour sewage on them regardless of everything and let a missing person bear all this.

Merriel no longer believes that the Port Council would care about the life and death of a mere unicorn girl, maybe all this is exactly what those people want to see.

She was extremely disappointed in her heart, afraid that everything about her would be covered up—

Fear... I will lose that truth forever.

She hesitated for a while, but gritted her teeth and still didn't want to give up this only opportunity-

"I, go with you..."

The man looked at her and nodded.

...

The voice of Netherworld is gradually pulling her back to reality:

"Associated with disasters? No, on the contrary, we are not those cultists with empty heads and easily bewitched--"

He shook his head:

"It's better to say that we are the ones who are resisting this disaster. We are just not as black or white as you think, little girl."

But Merell turned a deaf ear to those words because she already knew the answer in her heart, but that answer was far from what she wanted.

Silent sadness flowed into a long black river in the girl's heart.

The river water swallowed everything, leaving only a seed of hatred, which was taking root and sprouting, and pulling out branches.

A wisp of silver dust fell silently into the ground, but the man seemed to be unaware of all this.

Merell finally asked the last question in a somewhat tired voice: "...she, what did she do wrong?"

Youming sighed.

"Because the Holy White Forest holds the most power, but the saint's crown prince cannot bear the corresponding responsibility. This is nothing in daily life, but it is original sin in disasters. This is not a self-rescue, but a pile of weights on the balance. The big men have to consider more naturally, do you understand-"

"It's nothing to do with right or wrong. What would people think when they see the remnants of the stubborn old era of the Holy Woodlands that have become the only obstacle to resisting this disaster?"

"If you don't disappear, how can you replace those who are more capable?"

"And if the person who is on the stage is left alone, the disaster will never end. The Saint will not have done anything wrong. You just chose the wrong side, just blocked the pace of history."
To be continued...