Pure white with golden royal patterns, created by the 11th Cavalry's "mentor" Schmidt. The exclusive flying ship of the Night Palace - the "Light Shuttle" quietly stagnated in the ice field at the foot of the iceberg, and the ship's hull shimmered.
Light up the neighborhood.
Maybe this is a strange description, but the first night of the polar night is over.
Looking at the calm iceberg plain, it is hard to imagine that a few hours ago they were illuminated by that huge light from a distance, and the entire Arctic seawater seemed to be shaking at that moment, as if it was fragile and might collapse at any time.
The picture of magic weaving in front of us has long since darkened, which means that the battle far away at the North Pole has ended.
It is obviously very cold in the North Pole, but Klim stood on the ice field in front of the 'Light Shuttle' and looked at the darkness of the polar night but unexpectedly could not feel the cold.
There is only a deep sense of humiliation and helplessness that even hysterics don't want to do.
Why on earth did I come here...
The white breath he exhaled blurred his vision in front of the entranced eyes that were not even sad. He had been standing here for nearly twenty hours, watching from the moment he arrived to the end.
He saw the crazy black shadow that was like a monster, firmly suppressing the four white shadows that besieged him, and he also saw the glory that could knock such a powerful figure into the ice sea, which made people need to respect even their gaze.
;
He saw the big shots that the teacher had only mentioned unite together to suppress the black and white giant mechas, and he also saw the darkness once again sweeping back from the ice sea with a more powerful and stable terror;
Watching the white shadow falling in an instant, watching the darkness rising into the sky, watching all the others being excluded from the battlefield...
Watching the final torrent of light collide with the ice sea siege.
Following Le Guin from China to here, Krim has fully understood that this woman who is always calm, beautiful, gentle and polite is a true aristocrat in terms of character and temperament. She can solve any problem he has along the way with a wave of his hand.
The power of the problem made it difficult for Klim to forget it.
Even so, before setting foot on the light shuttle, the other party told him that she was the weakest person on this battlefield.
The weakest person...
Sometimes the most powerless thing is not the unknown, but understanding.
Because I understand how unreachable it is beyond the reach of real mortals, I feel even more helpless and hopeless that I cannot reach it.
Obviously he came to the North Pole because he wanted to know what that world was like, but after actually watching such a top-notch battle, giving Krim was not the satisfaction he wanted.
Why on earth did I come here...
With a long breath of white breath, Krim took one last look at the night sky in the direction of the North Pole, preparing to return to the inside of the light shuttle. Otherwise, even with the thawing device given by the teacher, his hands and feet would be frozen to death.
Then at the moment Krim turned around, he suddenly saw white ‘shooting stars’ falling from the sky, one after another falling on the ice sheet and sea.
fell near him.
The splashing ice dust dissipated, revealing the figure of an old and gentle old man wearing a complex golden patterned robe. Behind him were a holy and beautiful woman, a tall and majestic man, and a rickety figure wearing a cloak.
It’s not just their looks that are beyond ordinary people, there is a temperament in all of them that ordinary people don’t and will never have.
"How is he, Silvis?"
The last white 'shooting star' fell beside him. After watching the awe-inspiring and beautiful woman smiling at him and saying thank you for your hard work, Krim heard the old, kind but noble and sacred old man at the head saying
He asked gently.
There was no condescending tone at all, just equal inquiries. In Krim’s impression, all ‘that kind of people’ were like this.
Even when dealing with mortals, he will not be arrogant.
This is really sad.
"When he saw the last moment, he suddenly told me that he felt a little unwell, so I arranged for him to rest in a room in the light shuttle."
Looking at the old figure in front of him, Krim looked at his eyes that showed the wisdom of the vicissitudes of time and his own indifferent expression.
"Yes, thank you for your action."
Somewhat flattered, Krim accepted the old man's thanks. He watched a group of them walk onto the light shuttle. Le Guin came to his side and said softly:
"I'm sorry, I couldn't reach the agreement this time to let you witness the participants' battle with your own eyes."
Listening to her heartfelt apology, Krim shook his head gently, and a forced smile appeared on his pale face:
"No, that's not important anymore. Mr. Le Guin, you have shown me enough things..."
When he said this, he paused softly for some words and let out a breath.
"I have seen your world with my own eyes."
Then he dispelled all the ecstasy on his face, raised a friendly smile and asked:
"So, Lord Le Guin, are we going to return to Europe now?"
"Wait a minute, there's another person."
"besides...?"
Krim was stunned for a moment. He looked at the figures walking onto the light shuttle. This was obviously everyone in the picture. Why was there still one person?
Then, at the moment when Krim was puzzled, the steady and loud hum of the mecha quickly came from a distance.
In the dark sky of the polar night, a huge figure with a magnificent sense of technology slowly appeared in his field of vision.
The future weapon flowing with majestic energy spread out into an angel-like one-sided wing. The magnificent and elegant fuselage descended from a very high altitude and stopped at a height that left Krim blank.
The figure of a girl wearing only a pure white dress slowly fell from the mecha. On the way down, the black and white gothic skirt slowly appeared. Layers of gorgeous lace long sleeves and black stockings gradually covered her slender figure.
hands and feet,
The moment she stepped on the ice, her light blond shoulder-length hair was blowing in the wind, and what appeared on her feet was a pair of old-fashioned cowhide short boots.
"she...?"
For this girl who suddenly appeared, his words were stagnant and he didn't know what to say. Krim watched Le Guin hold his shoulders, watched the girl's back stepping on the light shuttle, and looked at him with deep blue eyes.
Smile and speak:
"Let's go back."
After saying that, her stern white figure also walked towards the light shuttle.
For a moment, only Krim's figure was left standing on the ice field, and then he was awakened from his trance by the icy cold wind of the Arctic.
What am I thinking? No matter what happens, I can't know.
The second before he stepped onto the light shuttle, he turned around and looked at the dark, mysterious, magnificent and dazzling "You Ye" mecha in mid-air. He was so distracted that he didn't know how to describe the 'beauty' of this ultimate power of a technologist.
The uncontrollable longing and longing in his eyes made the sadness in his heart grow uncontrollably.
But in the end, he forced himself to turn around and walk towards the light shuttle. The distance of less than a few hundred meters made it extremely difficult for him to walk.
He suddenly remembered what the dark figure said to him that night on the icebreaker.
-'As long as that's what you want...'-
-'No matter how far out of reach you are, your efforts are not meaningless.'-
Even if it is so out of reach, isn't it meaningless?
Holding back the inexplicable tears, Krim turned his head to look at Youye Mecha for the last time, gritted his teeth tightly and clenched his palms, and finally turned around with his eyes lowered, tripping over something without even looking at the road.
fall.
It was only when he struggled to get up that he saw clearly what had tripped him up...
It is a dark crystal that is half exposed when inserted into the ice layer.
