Baron Beerbohm had two sons.
The eldest son, Alan Birbom, who would inherit his title in the future, loved to read. He had a calm and gentle personality and had shown extraordinary intelligence since he was a child. Even the people of the baron's territory thought that he would become a wise lord.
Dusk passed quietly, and the afterglow of the setting sun disappeared on the other side of the horizon. As always, the night shrouded Baron Birbom's mansion.
Alan Birbom, who was engrossed in a biography of a great sage, lit the oil lamp on the table with a match as usual.
However, the light brought by the fire only lasted for less than five minutes before the whole room fell into darkness again.
The lamp oil was gone.
Not only the oil lamp, but even the bottle containing the lamp oil was empty.
Although it wasn't a problem to call the servants to get lamp oil from other places, most of the servants in the mansion had already gone to bed. With Alan's innate kindness, he didn't want to disturb them for such a small matter.
Therefore, he simply went to the nearby storeroom in the dark to find the spare lamp oil.
As a result, after rummaging for a long time in the dusty pile that might have been left behind by his ancestors who had made great contributions to the kingdom, he did not find the lamp oil. However, he found something that looked like a candle.
If it was just reading, it would be fine even if it was a candle.
With this thought in mind, Alan returned to his room with the candle and skillfully lit it with a match.
After that, he saw the full appearance of the strange candle. The shape of the candle was like an orange-red bird that folded its wings. After the candle was lit, the flame was as gorgeous as the feathers on the bird's head.
As the candle flame flickered on the eyes of the candle bird, the reflected light made it seem as if it had come alive. It was full of vivid feelings.
After looking at the candle for a moment, Alan began to read the book that he had not finished yet.
"That book, is it interesting?"
After an unknown period of time, an ethereal and ethereal voice sounded.
"Not bad. Sage Roy recorded a lot of interesting things when he traveled the continent, such as the apple forest on top of Mount Amos … "At this point, the young man suddenly felt that something was wrong. He looked up and saw a girl floating in the air above the room.
The girl had a rare head of long black hair. At this moment, it was as if the hair was alive as it floated around her body.
The girl was wearing a strange orange-red dress embroidered with feathers and cloud patterns with golden silk thread. Alan swore that he had never seen such a long and wide sleeve. Recently, the noble ladies at the noble ball had become shorter and shorter, and more and more parts of their arms were exposed. They were more willing to use cloth on the hemline of their skirts, even if it would make the skirts so heavy that they even had to use skirts and pulleys to move freely.
However, although the clothes were strange, even with Allen's aesthetics, there was still a strange kind of beauty that could make people accidentally indulge in it.
This might be related to the fact that the girl herself was a beauty with a peerless temperament …
"What … What are you?!" Allen felt that his mouth was a little dry, but it was not because of a physiological impulse. It was simply the fear of seeing a phenomenon that he could not understand.
Although he had seen records of 'magic' and 'alchemy' in some alchemist's notes, he had verified that those were either tricks or the result of fabrications.
Therefore, it was normal for his worldview to be impacted when he saw such a supernatural scene with his own eyes.
The girl did not answer. Instead, she pointed downwards.
Alan looked in the direction she pointed and found that the girl's lower body was becoming more and more transparent. He could not even see anything below her knees. Only the flickering candlelight was still blooming.
Then, Alan noticed something strange.
He felt that a considerable amount of time had passed since he lit the candle. Even the most durable of candles should have burned down by now. However, the candle that was made into a bird was still exactly the same as before. There was no change at all.
"Are you the smoke from the candle?"
The young man's strong desire for knowledge overcame his psychological fear, and he could not help but ask the girl curiously.
"To be exact, I am the abstraction state of the information in the candle through the flame." The girl softly said something that the young man in the medieval era of Europe would never understand. "If you must understand, the candle is my true form."
"Then can I call you a candle?" Alan asked excitedly for some reason.
"Please call me Zou Juan." The girl who was born from the candle flame did not hesitate to reject this pet name.
"Who made you? An alchemist? Or a legendary great sage? "
"I am the creation of the goddess. My mission is to return to the goddess' side … But unfortunately, as you can see, I do not have the ability to move." The girl continued to speak with the same ethereal voice as before. "If you are willing to help me return to the goddess, I can fulfill one of your wishes."
"Goddess? How can I help? "
Alan blinked and asked.
He felt that the amount of information he knew today was, in a sense, more than half of his life in the first half of his life …
"Just kill 'me'," Zou Juan said with a calm voice.
"… Huh?"
"The candle's state was originally formed because of the distortion when passing through the Wall of Law. 'My' existence is also a part of this distortion. As long as the distortion is corrected, the 'Goddess' device — Zou Juan 'will naturally be able to return to the goddess' side." As if she didn't notice the astonishment on the young man's face, the girl continued, "As for the specific method, you can throw the candle into a furnace above 1,200 degrees Celsius, use a heavy object of more than 500 tons to smash the candle from a height of 1,000 meters, or use an explosion equivalent to about 10 million tons of TNT to do it."
"Although I don't know what you are talking about, I feel that it is very powerful …"
The ancient man in the medieval era was dumbfounded.
"Of course, if these can't be done, there is a simpler method." The girl continued with a blank expression. "Blow out the candle and then hide it in a place where no one can find it."
"That's it?"
The young man was a little surprised.
"When everyone forgets about the existence of the candle, it's as good as being 'destroyed'. Compared to the physical destruction mentioned above, this method of directly denying its meaning is closer to destroying its essence," Zou Juan said slowly as she stared at the young man.
"Wait a minute, but I still remember? This way, there is no way to satisfy the condition of 'everyone forgetting', right? "
Alan discovered the beauty of the girl's theory.
"It's fine. Before that, I will teach you to use some herbs to concoct a potion. After drinking it, you will not remember anything."
"…"
So Alan decided to keep the candle and observe the situation.
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