The Demon King denied it flatly, but the white-haired girl's expression didn't change at all.
As if to her, it didn't matter whether he admitted it or not; she only needed him to recall this matter.
"Whether you admit it or not has nothing to do with me. My mission is merely to make you recall this matter and ensure that someone in this world still remembers it... nothing more."
Saying this, the white-haired girl pulled back her outer robe. The inside of her knight's tunic was covered in pockets of all sizes, filled with various novelties.
Crystal shards, withered flowers, rotten branches, fallen leaves, scales that had lost their color, a common pebble... Seeing this, Jona Velli and the other dragons were stunned.
Is this... a scavenger?
But even a scavenger shouldn't be picking up things that aren't even worth calling trash.
More importantly, how could such small pockets hold so many things?
Friel looked at the girl—no, more accurately, at the pockets.
She could sense strong spatial fluctuations within them.
Pale gold eyes looked at the inside of the robe. For a brief moment, a different emotion appeared in those pupils that were usually as calm as autumn ripples.
Her gaze was soft, as gentle as water, yet carried a hint of reminiscence.
Fair fingers reached deep into a pocket. With a movement as gentle as if she were handling a supreme treasure, she lightly pinched a shard of glass.
"This is a piece of glass from the room where you negotiated back then. After two thousand years of vicissitudes, this shard is all that remains perfectly preserved.
It is a witness, a physical object that observed you signing the covenant."
"Are you a lunatic? Or mentally ill?"
The First Generation Demon King froze for a moment, then sneered with disdain.
"Hehehe, picking up a random piece of trash and then starting to talk nonsense.
Then if I say I f*cked your mother and that I'm your daddy, would you believe that? Hehehe..."
The First Generation Demon King, Elven, was already full of resentment, and he happened to use his sharp tongue to vent it.
The white-haired girl across from him didn't care, as if a gust of wind had blown past her ears, or like the chirping of cicadas in summer.
Unconcerned, indifferent.
Seeing her like this, Elven became even more furious.
"Hey! You bastard, have you chickened out? Hehehe, how weak. Someone like you..."
Before he could finish, an indifferent voice spoke.
"If that's what you think of me, then think so. I don't care. It's not my concern. Other people's opinions are meaningless to me."
As she spoke, the girl looked up at the sky. Only then did Jona Velli notice that there were no highlights in those beautiful pale gold eyes; they felt hollow.
"My task and mission are simply to bring memories that are about to be forgotten back to the world, so that they may be passed on.
Because... it's a promise. A promise between her and me."
"Hmph! Always saying such nonsensical things. Is your performance over? Then... die."
With that, the First Generation Demon King Elven raised his right hand. Violent Dark Element laws surged in his palm, and he was about to crush down.
The white-haired girl said nothing, only gently stroking the glass shard in her hand.
In the next second, a strange scene occurred.
The glass shard emitted a faint white glow.
"Playing tricks."
Elven looked disdainful and clenched his right fist.
A giant hand of darkness appeared beside the girl and crushed down hard.
Just when everyone thought she would be crushed into mincemeat by this blow, to their surprise, the clenched giant hand could not advance even a fraction of an inch once it was twenty centimeters away from her.
The First Generation Demon King looked astonished.
"How is this possible?"
The others were the same.
The white-haired girl slowly raised her left hand and tapped lightly on the attack.
Pop—
With a soft pop, this attack, which contained the power of laws, vanished without a trace like a bubble.
On the glass shard in her hand, white particles of light quickly formed some text.
It was the continental common tongue.
—Today, I, First Generation Demon King Elven, officially sign a True Blood Covenant with the Vampire Clan True Progenitor, Empress Viris... The particles of light formed the continental common tongue one by one. A magical power allowed all the monsters present, no matter where they were, to understand the content.
Seeing this scene, a memory suddenly resurfaced in Elven's mind—a memory fragment that he had forgotten.
"This... this is..."
He had slept for too long and had already forgotten many things; many memories were only vague outlines.
But now, seeing this scene, the things he had long forgotten were completely recalled, as if he had just experienced them.
"You... what exactly is your goal?"
The white-haired girl withdrew her hand and said calmly.
"Stories that are told will eventually rot into twisted curses; memories that no one carries will only cause the world to slowly fade.
I have only one goal: to make those memories that are about to disappear reappear, so that the world will not be so monotonous.
This is my promise... a promise for which even the memories of my own life have long since blurred."
As she spoke, a look of loneliness appeared in her eyes. She turned around of her own accord and walked slowly into the white mist.
"I am not here to punish you for breaking the covenant, but only to fulfill a promise.
That is all."
Her back became increasingly hazy in the mist. Jona Velli frowned as she watched the blurred figure.
She had an intuition—an inexplicable intuition.
Her nature as a dragon prevented her from holding back. Before her brain could even react, she had already opened her dragon mouth.
"Hey, tell me your name."
Jona Velli's action had no preamble; she simply did what she thought.
Hearing Jona Velli's voice, the figure in the mist paused.
Vaguely, she seemed to turn her head.
The moment she saw the extraordinary dragon that was Jona Velli, her pale gold eyes, which were usually devoid of ripples, trembled slightly.
"That tail, those horns... you are..."
The nonsensical words made Jona Velli feel baffled, but then, she seemed to sense a feeling of dejection.
"Memory Weaver, Eleanor Truehart.
One who walks between the cliffs of 'Corruption' and 'Fading'.
My left hand catches the falling starlight, preventing it from falling into the mire and becoming a curse;
My right hand holds up the extinguished embers, so the colors of the world do not dim even a bit because of them.
And the square inch of ground upon which I stand is my own slowly dissipating reflection.
In nearly a thousand years, I haven't spoken this many words in a long time."
After speaking, Eleanor slowly disappeared, and the white haze quickly receded.
Jona Velli frowned. She always felt that this Memory Weaver calling herself Eleanor had some faint connection with her, but she didn't know exactly what it was.
And... Jona Velli looked up at the place where she had disappeared and couldn't help but speak.
"How can this person act so cool? Even more so than me."
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