Before Wendy became the God of Wind, the world had not yet chanted the poem of freedom. As a wind elf, he was just collecting feathers, hoping to fulfill the boy's wish. On this road, I met Sethia by chance. At that time, the girl was standing on the cliff with the cold wind, telling something to the wind. He heard the girl's prayers and the howling of the cold wind. He heard the girl's words being covered up by the cold wind and no one could hear them.
But who is He? He is just a wisp in a thousand winds.
So He heard the girl's wish and her prayer.
Later, he met the girl. Just like the story that the boy often told him, he had an intersection with the girl Cecilia and became famous.
"Wendy, do elves have followers like gods?"
The girl next to her closed her eyes and raised her head to enjoy the rare sunny day. The warm sunshine covered her face, causing her to raise the corners of her lips.
'? '
Wendy tilted her head.
"Then if there are many believers, will you become a gentle god?"
Sethia opened her eyes and looked sideways at Wendy, her blue eyes shining.
'Huh? Probably so? '
The wind elves who have not yet become the god of wind do not know whether he will become a gentle god.
"Shall I be your disciple? If she could become a god, would Wendy become a wind god who could bring warm and gentle wind?"
The girl said and couldn't help laughing.
The smile of the girl in front of her was captured by the sylph, and her eyes, which were as blue as the sky, allowed the sylph to see into the girl's thoughts.
It was no different than before. The biting wind unintentionally blew up the girl's hair, and two or three strands fell on the wind elf's head. The wind elf was stunned.
Purpose: Sing for freedom