The King of Elden does not die alone!

"Your smooth head really reminds me of a reflective slug."

Melina said something very offensive with a blank expression.

"If it's a slug, it can't be... that hard..."

Mia's words were unclear in her daze: "No matter how you look at it, it's just a snail..."

"...Mr. Patch, I allow you to not have the courage to fight, but I will not allow you to laugh at those who have the courage to fight."

Melina looked at Patch and said very seriously.

"Ah..." He seemed to feel that his previous remarks were slightly inappropriate.

Patch looked away and touched his head.

The memory of Melina suddenly appearing behind him more than a month ago, and putting him in a desperate situation, was still vivid in his mind.

"Meimei, you're the best, hug me!"

Mia, who was already drunk, suddenly hugged Melina's shoulders.

"!"

Like a cat with its fur standing on end, Melina's whole body tensed up.

"M...Mia..."

Mia's warm breath, carrying the aroma of fruit wine, gently brushed Melina's shoulders.

A tingling sensation like an electric shock spread throughout Melina's body.

"Meimei~"

The young-looking girl was already drunk and unconscious, and started to act coquettishly in Melina's arms.

"Miya... please respect yourself..."

Melina's voice became light and trembling.

At a time like this...what should I do?

Melina had never even hugged anyone, let alone been hugged.

Melina pursed her lips and took a deep, hissing breath.

Her hands trembled slightly as she tried clumsily to find her position.

"Oh, my bad..." Kale scratched his head in distress: "Is there nothing I can do but let her rest?"

"Ah."

Melina had no idea what to do except to do what Kale said.

There is no choice.

Melina lifted the girl in her arms.

The weak and boneless body did not show any resistance.

"Melina...little wood..."

Mia murmured, wrapping her arms around Melina's neck.

Melina's eyes involuntarily turned to the girl who might be her sister.

Mia's fair and childish cheeks were flushed from being drunk.

The long golden hair was not very neat to begin with, and at this moment, the roots were wet with tiny beads of sweat, and the ends of the hair were already falling apart.

Only the dark cloth strips that covered her eyes were still so inhumane, tied tightly around her eyes.

Covering those eyes that would have been blurred if they were flawless.

But it was just this piece of blindfold that blocked the vague gaze and covered the girl's delicate face.

It brings a half-hidden temptation that makes people unable to stop.

Ahhh, what on earth is going on...

Is that a feeling?

The girl who was born as a spark of fire is extremely independent in her attitude towards others and herself.

After all, she had hardly ever interacted with others before she knew her mission.

Even if he knew his mission, it was just to search for the destined person with Torret.

The only feeling between us.

There is only a thin bond between him and his indifferent mother.

And now.

The drunkenness of the girl in his arms seemed to be transmitted to Melina's mind through empathy.

The cold body manifested by the soul is also warmed by the warmth in the embrace.

There are also thoughts that are tangled like spider silk.

Confused, ignorant, bewildered...

Melina walked down the stairs and laid Mia down on the bed in the basement.

The girl seemed to have fallen into a coma.

Melina was about to stand up when she was suddenly pulled back into the barren arms.

"Don't go..." Mia murmured.

She saw Melina in front of her, and in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, she also saw the flames.

Melina.

Born to be a fire, a person who walks with fire.

"Stay with me, Melina."

She said, "I will save you."

Melina gently released the pair of arms, which had already become too drunk to have any strength, from her body.

She always remembered, even without Mia's reminder, she would remember her mission.

Those who walk with fire will one day meet their destined death.

So, I just want you to become the King of Elden.

So, that's enough.

"call."

The Fire Girl sighed and stood up.

Another voice came from behind.

"Are you the one who clings to Mia and accompanies her all the time?"

Melina turned around and bowed to Seren.

"I'm sorry this is the first time we've met in such a long time. I'm Melina, and I'm just a nobody who wants to help Lady Mia become the King of Elden."

Se Lian folded his arms and leaned against the door of the study.

She looked at Mia, who was sleeping like a baby on the mattress.

But he asked Melina: "You are familiar with this child, right?"

"Yes."

"Can you tell me more about her?" Selian raised his head and looked at Melina: "Of course, without involving secrets... I just want to know what she does outside of my classes. Can you please tell me?"

Melina nodded and said, "I sincerely thank you for your hard work for Lady Mia. So, I will tell you everything I know."

Of course, that secret is not involved.

'Mia, is my sister.'

-

Wilden put down the knife that served as a cutlery.

"Your seasoning is delicious, Curry."

The soldier stood up.

"are you full?"

"Ah."

Wilden nodded.

Kale shrugged.

Watching Wilden walk out of the camp, now, only he and Patch were left here.

"Why do I always have to stay with you..." the businessman complained, and then tore off the left hind shank of the roasted lamb with force.

The soldiers who left the camp came to the highest point of the remains of Post Street.

A huge piece of debris fell from the sky to the ground.

He was at the top of the wreckage, sitting down on the edge.

Staring absentmindedly at the golden tree that seemed out of reach.

"A king should make his people happy and smile!"

The drunken words of that innocent girl are still echoing in my ears.

Wilden didn't know how much of that was true and how much was false.

But he knew.

In that faraway place, at the foot of the golden tree.

On the highest tower of the palace.

There was once a young man with golden hair that shone like the sun, looking down at the royal city where the streets were paved with flower petals and the tiles were plated with gold.

He said.

"I want this prosperous era to last forever. I want my people to laugh and rejoice to their heart's content under the golden tree."

The voice of youth, the appearance of youth, the wishes of youth.

Never forgotten by the knight who stood behind him at that time.

Testimonials

I’ll put my true feelings aside for a moment and give you a spoiler first.

Since this book is about infinite flow, let me first talk about the world we are going to visit later.

The ones that have been confirmed are (in no particular order):

Warhammer,

The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings,

Type Moon World,

God of War Nordic Chapter.

Those pending are:

Blessings for a beautiful world,

overlord king of the undead

The list is yet to be supplemented.

Book friends group: 295011957.

This is a book club where another author who also wrote the Elden Ring comes together to keep each other warm, so there are many people and it is very lively. Everyone is welcome to discuss the plot and exchange opinions.