During the first conversation with the hero.

Xu Xi once asked this question.

"Severia, have you ever thought about the future?"

The hero was very silent at that time, but finally gave a firm answer.

She wants to stay.

Even if her parents were gone, even if Crawfield became history, she would protect the people of the territory until the last moment of her life.

The reason is simple, because everyone needs brave men.

Even a brave man cannot ignore such people.

Every word of thanks, every communication, can push the false hero to move forward and reduce the guilt of ending his parents.

And now.

The brave is no longer a brave.

Not even a fake hero.

Because no one needs her anymore.

Fear, cry, shrink, run away.

Villages throughout Kraufield's territory fled to more distant lands, seeking the protection of larger towns, convinced that Kraufield was no longer safe.

The hero has lost the object of his protection and is no longer needed.

She was reduced to a hollow shell.

Under Xu Xi's gaze, the girl stood quietly, facing the empty village, for a very long time.

Dispirited and motionless.

Like a pure dead thing.

It was as if something invisible had been pulled away from the skeletal body, leaving only pale bones.

"Master Wizard..."

finally.

The dead thing that had lost everything began to speak.

She forced a smile, not wanting to worry Xu Xi: "Everyone, everyone left safely..."

"It's great that no one was hurt."

Sylvia wanted to smile, to express her inner joy, but she just couldn't. Her emerald green eyes were dimmer than ever.

The world reflected by eyes like that is grey.

"Severia."

Xu Xi asked, "Are you happy?"

"...Yeah, I'm happy."

"Everyone is safe and sound and has left Crawfield safely."

"I am truly happy, Master Wizard."

Looking at the dull emerald, Xu Xi stretched out his hand and repaired the girl's undead body.

The procedure was initiated to fill the penetrating wound in the chest cavity.

"Severia."

His voice was gentle, not revealing the fragile lie: "You did a great job."

…

[A thousand years is enough to erase everything]

[Erasing the history of the Cloverfield family, erasing everything on this land, the only thing that supports Sylvia to survive is the oath she once made to protect the people and the expectations of her parents.]

[The girl who killed her parents herself is atoning for her sins in this way]

【She is afraid of loneliness】

She is afraid of loneliness

She was afraid of not being needed

[Fear of being forgotten, fear of not doing enough, fear of Crawfield's glory ending here]

[You ask Sylvia again what you plan to do in the future]

[This time, the girl can no longer give you a firm answer, because the people who need the fake hero's help have already left this land]

[The Dark Tide of the Undead has ended, and peace has returned to Krawfield’s territory]

[Severia climbed up the hill alone and squatted at her parents' tombstones, leaning against the stone tombstones for a long time, lonely.]

[Servia is confused]

【Unclear about the meaning of one’s own existence】

People have two opposite sides.

Strong and fragile.

Sylvia has always been strong, surviving alone in the world a thousand years later, silently shouldering the responsibility of Krawfield and protecting the subjects with whom she no longer has any relationship.

But at the same time, she is also extremely vulnerable.

Longing to communicate with people, longing to be recognized, afraid of darkness and thunder.

Sylvia lied to Xu Xi.

[Honesty] is contrary to the virtue of chivalry.

She was not happy at all.

Very sad, very confused, very sad.

"Father, Mother, what should I do in the future..." The undead girl squatted on the top of the mountain, hugged her knees in silence. Only the tombstones on both sides of her shoulders could give her a little sense of security.

The Crawfield family emerald is pure and simple.

But that doesn't mean stupid.

A long time ago, Sylvia realized that she could not continue her happy life as before.

Father and mother are gone and will never come back.

Crawfield's Medal of Honor also disappeared forever in the history.

even.

Even the people in the territory no longer remember the name Krawfield.

The so-called protection and persistence are the sole wishes of the "brave man" from the beginning to the end.

“I can’t do that…”

“I can’t do this…”

The hollow sound echoed repeatedly within the armor.

The brave Sylvia is still immersed in the past. Even though the world has changed, her spirit still remains in the distant past, refusing to admit everything.

She believed.

Just sit by your parents' grave.

I can feel the presence of my family just like before.

She believed.

Just protect the people in the territory.

We can restore the glory of the Crawfield family as it once was.

However, looking at the empty territory, the so-called persistence was instantly shattered.

The brave man lost his courage.

Confused and shrinking, I dare not face the terrible reality. I can only lean against the tombstone of my parents, humbly and pitifully seeking a little sense of security.

"...Thank you, Master Wizard."

Xu Xi often came to visit Sevilla.

The world is dark.

The wind howls.

He did not say some empty words of comfort to Sylvia, but just accompanied her gently and taught the girl some ways to become stronger.

Sylvia was very polite.

I would thank Xu Xi every time.

But those emerald green eyes still looked dim and dark.

Crawfield, which was ravaged by the undead, seemed silent and peaceful, especially after the villagers moved away, leaving only Xu Xi and Sylvia.

I don't know how many days have passed.

Sylvia's mental state remains low.

Leaning against the tombstone, he looked empty and lifeless.

Xu Xi made a new move. He stood up and looked at the dark sun: "Servia, I'm ready to go."

He lowered his eyes to the bewildered undead girl and held out his hand: "Would you like to leave with me?"

The invitation was clear.

The undead girl who had remained silent all this time, showed some human emotions on her lifeless face for the first time in a long time: "But... I..."

The brave warrior named Sylvia was not prepared for this.

She feared the future.

Want to stay in the familiar past.

With your back to your parents' tombstones, walk the land of Crawfield and touch the door of the old house.

Sylvia was reluctant and didn't dare to leave Crawfield.

She lowered her head timidly, not daring to meet Xu Xi's gaze, further closing herself off from him.

But.

The man in the wizard robes squatted down and aligned his eyes with the fake hero: "Servia, do you know?"

"It's easy to walk into the darkness, but it's hard to face the light again."

"The changes in light and dark will irritate people's eyes."

"It takes more courage to regain the light than to endure the darkness."

"I think Sylvia has this kind of courage because she is a true hero."