Turning on the title page, the subtitle appears: Makela Leki, the female swordsman buried by history.

With a reverence, Wu Chen began to read.

"After Flander wrote the Book of the Rings, the mystery of the Holy Sea gradually became known to the singers, but there were still only a few people in history who could summon the magic sword from their own consciousness, and only two of them clearly pointed out their names, one was Flander's son: Deward. The other was the owner of this diary: Mekayla Regi, a female swordsman who had been almost unknown before.

This diary faithfully restores the thought records of the Memory Stone of Memory. The diary was recorded around 1E 973. Seven years after the diary was formed, Orsinium fell under the coalition forces of Daggerfall, the kingdom of Sentinel and the Order of Diagna. All of this article are in the first person, because Mequela is not familiar with the rules and forms of the records.

However, her heroic deeds will always remain in the hearts of all readers.

"Uh...hum...I want to know if this thing works?"

"The Mage Union asked me for 25,000 gold coins, how could something go wrong? Will this stone record my thoughts? What did they say? Take it out of this silver belt, and as long as it touches my skin, it will start recording. It should be like this."

"Ah... it hurts so much. I have to isolate the pain (meaning not to enter the memory stone), otherwise when others get this stone, they will never want to feel my pain alone. Thanks to Abernum and the training I received in the Hall of Virtues of War, I can resist the pain, oh... Okay, I did it."

"I can still feel the pain, like a hungry wolf lurking beside me, ready to devour me at any time. These damn wounds make my death inevitable. There is no potion, no healing crystal, and the healing ring is used up, and my current magic can't even light up the candle. But the God of War still gives me other gifts and talents, my sword song skills, my excitement for fighting, Flanda Henting's "Book of the Rings", my kendo. Oh, I almost forgot to record my story, I'm a little distracted."

"I am Mekayla Reiki, a samurai, a sword singer, a second-level Ansey, and when I was a baby, I was able to form the Holy Sea-Sword of Soul, a mysterious sword, my sword, in the shape of a pure light snake, hovering over the rose vine."

"Ah, but what I want to tell you is my story, a heroic battle, my love, my war, betrayal and the last glorious victory. How did my five companions come to this far path, fight these despicable people and monsters, and stop them from attacking our people at night... Sorry, I'm distracted again."

"I am a simple warrior. I was chosen as the saint of the Sword of the Soul since I could remember. I have always hoped to be a singer, longing for a sword in my hand, feeling like it is life, and using it to kill my enemies. The adults told me that my people were craftsmen and poets before leaving their hometown, and now they are taking hammers. Many of them have rejoined their old careers (a metaphor for putting down the sword in their hands and living a stable life). But for me, there is only one way, that is kendo."

"Ah... what should I say next? I was born in a noble family. Although I had three brothers and two sisters, I was the only one who felt the summoning of the sword. My father understood my feelings because he also felt the summoning of the sword. He had long become a master, even a sword saint, but later he started a family and married and had children. At the age of 11, I entered the Hall of War Virtues and became the Sword Saint of the Soul. There are 5 other people who became the Saint with me.

People, little cute Julia, strong Patia, big guy Katie, lady Segilla, Sydouzel and me - now everyone else has passed away, except me, soon, I will join them - join the God of War Hall Hall. We drink together, we make a big fuss, we cry, we follow our respective kendos. We listen to the lectures with other sword-practicing brothers. We learn from each other, sit at the feet of the teacher in the training hall, learn the path of the Holy Sea - turn the sword of soul into a real weapon, just like Flander once did. Only a very few have pure souls and virtues

Only those who can finally understand Ansai's secret technique and become the Saint of the Sword. Somehow, among all the brothers and saints, I am the only one who is qualified to summon the Holy Sea with weak magic power. But I have tried it many times, but I have not made it a substantial weapon. But to become a first-level Ansai, you only need to be able to summon it, and I can. So I became the only one of us who has become Ansai since two generations of apprentices. Oh, I want to say too much, there are too many memories. So many precious memories to share with you, my unknown partner, how should I start?"

"Well... the pain is still there, slowly swallowing me. I think I'd better talk about the last battle, which brought me to such a situation. After that (after the last battle), if I still have the energy, I will tell you the rest (memory) of my life, my lover Ralif. Oh, how cute he is. How wonderful our time together is... Abernum (God of War)... Forgive me, I've changed again. Let's talk about the last battle."

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To be continued...