According to legend, bards have the power to rejuvenate the earth, enough to reverse the withering of vegetation and the fall of rain.
"Are you talking about me? It's a pity that this is not my ambition."
After taking action to drive away the surrounding werewolves, Sfatei blinked his eyes lightly and stared innocently at the stalking wandering knights around him.
Together they passed through towns and mountains, leaving behind countless legendary stories. Only the bagpipes circled repeatedly in the fields and grasslands, singing together the proud poems of the bards.
Until one day, the poet who accidentally broke into the dragon's lair felt fear for the first time in the dragon's pupils. He tilted his head and looked into Dilefuxi's eyes, only to find that the silver armor shattered with a sound, the knight's wings brushed against the golden jewels, and the shoulder blades spread out their huge and beautiful wing feathers.
"Who are you anyway?"
The pure white feathers stir up a whirlwind, illuminating everything brightly and magnanimously. The young knight curled up his golden smiling eyes frivolously, leaned over and ruffled the bard's fluffy hair, making a silencing gesture to him.
"Shhh - it's an angel^^"
A wandering knight with a sinister loyal dog attacks a bard who is hot on the outside and cold on the inside. It is a warm and daily oriented, fairy tale style short story.
Concept: You can have both love and beauty.
