She looked into the distance, with stars scented by lilies and the evening breeze in the countryside falling in her beautiful eyes.

"Tomorrow I will set off alone."

Rossetti suddenly spoke, looking at the traveler with gentle light golden eyes, and his tone softened in this atmosphere: "Take good care of yourself on the road."

"Well, I know."

Kitahara and Kaede coughed uncomfortably, and their ears turned red in the slightly cold evening breeze. They felt a little at a loss for this kind of caring tone from their elders, but they still slowed down their breathing and smiled at each other:

"You have to be careful on the road. I remember there are many monster legends in England."

Obviously most of his friends are more than half a generation older than him, but the traveler rarely feels this kind of care from "elderly", and is more tolerant of others.

"Also, remember the methods I taught you on the road to deal with these goblins. Many of the good and evil of goblins are determined by their birth, and some are born with malice toward humans. You will go to Africa in the future, where there are all kinds of

There are a lot of troubles, so you have to solve them yourself."

Rossetti exhaled, straightened the clothes of the young man in front of him, put his cold fingers on his forehead, and said with a helpless tone in his voice:

"And the knowledge of the wilderness... I may not have time to examine you, but don't forget it. Even the East African prairie wants to go alone, I don't know what you think."

"After all, I can't force anyone to take me to a place like that."

Beihara and Feng laughed awkwardly a few times, suddenly feeling guilty for making a mistake in front of their parents. Their orange-gold eyes looked away, and their voices sounded a little apologetic: "I'm sorry for making you worry."

In the hearts of travelers, Christina Rossetti is an excellent teacher:

She spared no effort during this journey to teach him how to protect himself when traveling, and taught him the knowledge about fairies and myths, just like a patient teacher and mother.

And this somewhat stubborn nun, no matter how melancholy and calm she usually behaves, always acts like there is nothing wrong with her before she worries, and will even take the initiative to come over to comfort her.

She would sing in the forest, write random poems, talk about her dream of building a monastery for orphans in the future, and talk about her future plans to plant roses and rosemary in the monastery yard.

Most of the time, when Rossetti mentioned these things, his voice was always light, with a kind of calm gentleness, gentle to the point of even being a little indifferent - but there was still a light that had not been extinguished in those eyes.

.

"Don't be sorry... I have to thank you for covering me with that woolen cloak every night. You are also willing to accompany me to listen to those obscure dreams, and you always like to worry about people."

Rossetti blinked and smiled, as gentle as a Virgin standing in the sun: "Although I don't think I have any big problem, but no one cares about me these years, I actually feel uncomfortable.

of."

She couldn't help but laugh when she thought of the travelers who were constrained by their gender and seemed a little cautious about comforting them.

As a result, the smile turned into a cough due to the cold wind, and Kitahara and Kaede reluctantly handed him a glass of hot water.

Then the two of them continued walking slowly towards the town. The moonlight and autumn frost fell on their shadows, shining and turning into snow-white silver.

"Eat well, wear more clothes in winter, stay away from those bastards in the clock tower attendants, and take good care of yourself..."

The Transcendent, who suddenly became verbose before leaving, recited in a low voice, getting a nod from the traveler every time he said it, until the very end.

"Also, you must firmly believe that you are worthy of being loved, Kitahara."

Rossetti turned his head and looked at the traveler beside him. His fingers that were so thin that they had clear joints pressed the other person's soft black hair. The pair of light golden eyes looked very serious, as serious as the melting moonlight.

Her voice was soft but firm: "You must remember."

Kitahara and Kaede, who were sitting on the edge, were stunned for a moment, and then replied with a half-joking smile: "Miss Christina, with your tone, I thought I had met my mother."

"I am a member of the Salesian Sisters. You should know the purpose of our order. To a certain extent, it is not impossible if you really call me 'Mom'. Anyway, you are still a child in my eyes."

——A real child.”

Rossetti wrapped herself in the thick woolen cloak and accepted the topic with a chuckle.

This nun is a little afraid of the cold due to her health, so she can feel a certain chill invading her bones in the weather in September. But she still likes the feeling of standing in the wind or stepping on the stream, as if

This is how she feels about the lives that flow and exist in this world.

"But I'm not young anymore. And I think I'm obviously more mentally mature than most people, right?"

Beihara and Feng coughed and expressed their opinions: "No matter what, I shouldn't be a child."

He lived two lifetimes! Even if he only lived four years in this life, it was still two whole lifetimes!

"The only ones who can play with cubs are cubs."

The nun replied confidently: "Your childish appearance is not much worse than a real child."

The traveler choked, but finally couldn't hold it back and protested loudly: "Wait, why must it be a cub, why can't it be a kindergarten teacher?"

"Ah...because you look like a child pulling on an adult's clothes to act coquettishly?"

Rossetti tilted her head with a smile, her eyes full of girlish cunning.

Although her whole body and mind have been converted to religion and she has experienced various complicated things, her true nature has not been eliminated - she even sometimes deliberately amplifies this mentality to prevent herself from really sinking into this lifeless state.

.

Even though she is now bound by strict rules and beliefs and has become a gentle nun, she still had a period of time that could be called a naughty girl.

Girlhood...

Rossetti looked at the traveler who had been silenced by his words, smiled, looked at the town, and suddenly thought of his past.

[Once upon a time there was a girl, she and her

The elder sister passed by the goblin market together. The cunning goblin piled fruits on the ground, which attracted the girl to poke her head around. However, her elder sister saw through the goblin's trick and returned home early.

The girl bought the fruit with her own hair. It was so sweet that she thought about it day and night, but she could no longer find the goblin market and could only waste away in pain. The sister had no choice but to sigh and go to find the goblin market.

The tribe and goblins tried to force-feed each other the fruit, but she was strong and never spoke, allowing herself to be tortured and covered in juice by them.

The sister returned home, and the girl tasted the fruit - but it was the sweet and bitter taste of the juice on her sister. Finally, she cried and fell asleep, while her sister gently waited for the girl to wake up.]

Then what?

Rossetti's steps paused slightly, but soon returned to normal.

Then she woke up and turned into the pure and bright self she had been before, hugging her sister tightly. She vowed not to be tempted by such tricks again and to protect the people she cared about.

Later...she helped more and more people, keeping them away from the abyss of desire.

She also rescued homeless children one after another on the battlefield. She watched the soldiers who had been cured by her rush to the next war. She watched the war burn away people's sanity: some people became numb,

Some people become fanatical.

She suddenly realized that sometimes, such bloody and cruel things could be made as beautiful as the sweet fruits of goblins.

In the end, the girl who was no longer a girl joined the seven betrayers and stopped the war with her friends. This is an ordinary story.

Rossetti lowered his eyes, thinking about his eldest sister and more relatives who were separated during the war, thinking about his companions who were separated after the war, and the people he rescued, and pursed his lips slightly.

"By the way, where are you going after we say goodbye?"

Kitahara and Kaede suddenly spoke, pulling the nun's thoughts out of memories and back to reality.

"I don't know, I'm probably just looking for news about my family. In fact, I don't expect to meet again. After all, the war has passed for so many years... I should have met sooner if I could."

Rossetti buried his fingers in his woolen cloak to keep them warm. The corners of his mouth curled up, and his tone still sounded relaxed:

"But you still need to miss me so much. We will definitely meet again in the future, Beiyuan."

"Are you coming to find me?"

The traveler was really surprised now, and turned to look at the other party - from the beginning of the trip, no one among his friends asked him to stay, and no one wanted to come to him after parting.

Everyone treated each other's encounter as a one-on-one meeting with the shooting star, and basically everyone behaved extremely free and easy.

"Well, because there's something I haven't said yet."

Rossetti tilted his head and smiled softly: "You must welcome me then, Mr. Traveler."

She could clearly hear the sound of "death" in her ears. This conceptualization of "death" was surrounding her, or the traveler, and they were whispering to each other like birds.

"Why are we hanging around this human being?"

a voice asked in a low voice.

"Because he was very close to death: so how did he escape from the fate of death?"

Another voice answered with some confusion, and it seemed that even he himself didn't know why.

"Will he die? But I think the scenery I can see around him is really beautiful..."

"I think so too, but he should have died a long time ago, so he shouldn't have any regrets, right?"

The nun's expression did not change in any way because of these conversations, she just bent her eyes and smiled.

——She is a nun, a Salesian nun.
Chapter completed!