A gigantic eye floated in the chaotic sky, with drops of pitch-black mist seeping from its edges.
Angus felt a chill on the back of his neck and suddenly looked to both sides.
Unbeknownst to us, the earth was now covered with strange, indescribable creatures.
They resemble people, yet they are not people.
The limbs seemed displaced and constantly twisted, and each person's facial features mechanically performed a bizarre ritual under the giant eye.
Angus stood up and looked behind him.
Those dark believers, stretching for thousands of miles, all exuded terror and dread.
Soon, those non-human creatures managed to stand upright, struggling to move their limp bodies, and began to dance in opposite directions, as if welcoming the gods observing the world from the sky.
A giant crow flew in the air, its beak slowly opening, its several swirling tongues waving in the air, catching the black smoke seeping down from the sky.
A variety of chaotic scenes flashed through one eye in an instant.
Angus's head was pressed down by an invisible giant hand, which forcefully turned it back, and his eyeballs stared blankly at the crow as if they were being pinched.
The moment Angus saw the image in the crow's eyes, his sanity began to crumble.
Everything before them seemed to become even more volatile, and the obscure cries uttered by the believers gradually became clearer.
His eyes seemed to be clouded by smoke, and he slowly muttered:
"god."
......
The monotonous blackness of ancient trees covered the entire room, with only a few pieces of wild animal fur adding a touch of color.
Kefla sat in a chair, leaning back, holding a teacup, facing a thin man.
The man in front of her was her younger brother.
Jasius Delin.
The man was rather handsome, with regular and well-defined features, and always wore a kind smile.
His body lacked robust muscles; for a knightly family, he seemed excessively thin.
Kevlar seemed a little agitated, repeatedly putting her teacup down on the table and picking it up again.
The meeting room had been quiet for so long that she had no idea what her father and Viktor had talked about.
"Sister, calm down."
As if noticing Kefla's unease, Jassiu smiled and comforted her.
Kefla looked at Jashy, composed herself slightly, shrugged, and said to her brother:
"It seems you'd like to talk to me about something?"
"Speak, what exactly do you and your father want to do?"
We need to call Gwen back to discuss the engagement, and even bring Victor along.
All Kevlar could think of was changing the marriage contract.
But her father excluded her, which made Kevlar even more confused.
What exactly do they want to do?
Jashu took the cup with the remaining tea from Kevlar, replaced it with another, refilled it with hot tea, and smiled.
In this frigid place, nothing beats a warm cup of tea.
He pushed the hot tea toward Kevlar, mentioning it as if it were a casual remark.
"Sister, what are your standards for judging justice?"
Kefla frowned, somewhat puzzled.
Why ask this?
“You are older than me, so you should know better than I do what kind of personality my father had back then.”
Upon hearing Jashu's words, Kefla lowered her head, as if lost in a long memory.
When she was very young, the Delin family was not yet in the northern border of the empire, so she had a very deep impression of her childhood.
At that time, Saul VIII had just ascended the throne and was in a period when he needed to win people's hearts and consolidate his position.
At that time, Angus was also one of Emperor Aubrey's most capable lieutenants.
But his sense of justice is even more obsessive than Gwen's is now.
That even reached a pathological level.
He has no tolerance for evil.
Anything that does not conform to his standards of justice will be completely eliminated by him.
As a politician, Keffa naturally knew about the ins and outs of the nobility.
There were benevolent nobles who did charity work and helped the poor, but there were also many nobles who exploited farmers and workers and committed all sorts of evil deeds.
If Kevlar were to provide a standard for judging kindness...
Judge by actions, not intentions.
But Angus was different back then.
Even those nobles who did charity work, once Angus found out that their motives were impure, would be dealt with severely.
Then this powerful knight will make them taste the sharpness of the blade.
Therefore, this kind of fanaticism can no longer be called justice.
However, young Kefla didn't understand any of this. She was just an ordinary daughter who admired her great father.
Until Emperor Aubrey believed that Angus's fanatical sense of justice was out of control.
So the Delin family was moved to the northern frontier, and they were sent to guard this cold land.
Although guarding the northern frontier was still a very important position, for Angus at that time, it was tantamount to the emperor's distrust of him.
Angus felt that his faith had suffered a heavy blow.
He consistently believed that everything he did was correct.
But even the monarch who followed him thought he was terribly wrong, so what was the point of him maintaining this sense of justice?
Angus, who moved north, settled down and began to take on many apprentices, promoting his own school of knighthood and diligently guarding the northern frontier.
His sense of justice was no longer so obsessive; he even seemed to have forgotten the justice he once held in his heart.
As Kefla grew older, her younger brother Jashy also gradually revealed his talent and brilliance.
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