Chapter 1287 “Letter”

　　Lead-gray dark clouds obscuring daylight slowly rolled in from the north, gradually shrouding Asgard in a dim gloom, with vague thunder as if it were a low hiss of a giant beast, echoing vaguely.

　　On top of the empty street, two maids held flower baskets and looked up at the oppressive clouds in the sky with a somewhat gloomy expression.

　　”Thunder clouds are coming from the north …… It seems that Lord Saul is about to return.” One of the maids murmured.

　　”Lord Sol doesn’t seem to be in a very good mood, could it be that he didn’t manage to catch that assassin?”

　　”It seems so, after spending two days running back and forth, if he didn’t catch the assassin, Lord Saul’s mood must be terrible, this scene is not rare ……”

　　The other maid let out a long sigh.

　　”Let’s go back quickly, Lord Shive asked us to pick these flowers, it must be because she wants to give Lord Saul a surprise, if he comes back and sees Lord Shive standing in the midst of so many blooming scaly tortoise chrysanthemums to pick him up, he might be in a better mood.” A maid sniffed the rich fragrance of the flowers in her arms, and a look of longing appeared in her eyes, and

　　”The flower language of the scaly tortoise chrysanthemum seems to be eternal love, right? I don’t know if Lord Sol can appreciate Lord Sif’s good intentions.”

　　”Let’s not worry about the matters between the gods and goddesses, if we slow down any more, we really won’t be able to catch up!”

　　The two maids of honor walked swiftly forward along the dark cloudy streets.

　　Right at this moment, a golden rainbow light swept across the sky, seemingly discovering something, circling half a circle in the air, and surprisingly flying straight towards them.

　　Wearing an elegant dark gold gown, Braki stepped out from the light, his eyes gazing at the pale yellow flowers blooming in the hands of the two maids, a joyful color appearing on his face:

　　”Scaletto Chrysanthemum? This moral is good …… Sorry haha, I’ll borrow it first!”

　　Without saying a word, Bragi’s palm flipped, and the Scale Tortoise in the maid’s hand flew directly into his hand, and then his body transformed into a stream of light, and once again flew off into the distance,” he said.

　　”This flower counts as owed to you, come to the Eternal Garden in a while, and you can pick any flower in the garden!”

　　As Bracky’s voice gradually faded away, the two maids of honor held the empty flower basket and stood at the same place in a daze.

　　”Sister …… sister, our flowers were snatched away!” One maid finally came back to her senses, so anxious that she was about to cry out.

　　The other maid did not react, she stared stagnantly at the direction that Bracky left, like a stone statue standing in place.

　　”Is he …… not, impossible ah? Hasn’t that lord disappeared for a long time? And the Eternal Garden ……,” her brows tightly wrinkled, her face full of puzzled color.

　　”Sister, what are you talking about?”

　　”…… Quickly, go back! Go back to Lord Shive and Lord Sol!” That maid’s expression was so anxious that she directly lifted her skirt and quickly ran towards the end of the road, and

　　”Blarkey is back!!!”

　　[Dear Blarkey

　　[Do you remember the winding stone path at the entrance of the garden? The one we paved together with stones from the Holy River?

　　[The stones in the holy river are really the hardest and closest thing to eternity in the world, and it still hasn’t changed a bit in the hundred years you’ve been gone. Every time Violet Dante came to me to borrow a flower seed, she would try to step on it twice as hard, but she couldn’t make even a single crack no matter how hard she tried.]]

　　[Whenever I see her stubborn and distressed expression, I find it so cute ……]

　　[I believe that the love between us will be closer to eternity than that stone path, and even if death swings its sickle and dances on it, it will be impossible to separate us ……]

　　Beneath the dim thunderclouds.

　　Bragi looked at the familiar stone path in his memory and recalled the letter Eden had written to him not long ago.

　　The pale yellow scaly tortoise chrysanthemums swayed in the wind, and a few petals fluttered down, gently swirling on the gravel path before drifting toward the end of the path …… The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

　　He held the bouquet in his left hand and straightened his straight collar with his right hand, like a spirited young general who had just returned from the battlefield, smiling, ready to welcome the bride who had been waiting for him for a hundred years.

　　Bragi took a step, along the stone path, and slowly walked towards the depths.

　　[Asgard is ever so enchanting in the spring.]

　　[I sat on the swing at the entrance to the garden, surrounded by blooming goldbuds everywhere, and when the warm spring breeze blew, the scent of the flowers almost drowned me …… Do you remember, the sea of gold that we saw at the peak of the Giant’s Land? The way the petals of the Golden Pod flowers rolled all over the garden with the spring breeze was almost exactly the same as the waves of the Sea of Gold].

　　[Thanks to your reminder, I got Shiv’s help to solve the problem of the wild brocade fruit flooding, and now the garden has been cleaned up by me, and it’s just as beautiful as it was when we first got married.]

　　[If you come back, you’ll really enjoy it ……]

　　The wind that blew from nowhere along the dimly lit gravel path brought with it a hint of coolness.

　　Bragi in the flying roll of the sky between the dead leaves, pick up the stairs, bright dark gold dress as if it is the only color in this dead world, whimpering wind sound as if there are countless low wind instruments hidden in the forest, for his return to play a joyful music.

　　Bracky holding the scaly daisy, stepped on the last step, full of expectations, he saw the picture in front of him, suddenly froze in place.

　　The cold wind whipped through the gray-white garden, dry soil, only fragments of broken roots and stems left standing alone in the wind.

　　There was no warm wind, no fragrance of flowers, no golden wave that rolled up after the golden buds she had planted with her own hands bloomed ……

　　Beneath the thundering, rolling dome of the sky, all that remained was a dilapidated wooden hut perched far above the unattended remnants of the garden.

　　Bracky’s straight collar, blown by the wind hunting, he stood dumbly in front of this broken garden, like a dead statue, motionless.

　　His eyes, full of bewilderment and incomprehension …… Everything, with his imagination is not the same.

　　It shouldn t be like this ……

　　This place should not be like this!!!

　　Bracky’s pupils could not control the trembling, even if he constantly denied in his mind that this was his home with her, but the traces clearly engraved in his memory, but it was like someone holding a loudspeaker plugged in his ears, constantly roaring and roaring, shocking his brain blank.

　　”Impossible …… this is impossible.” Brakey’s pupils were lax, constantly shaking his head, and

　　”Eden! Eden! Where are you? I’m back …… I’m back! Eden!!!”

　　He pulled his stiff legs free and, as if mad, ran furiously forward along the path in the courtyard that was almost drowned in dust and soil.