Hene could only curl up in the corner, silently enduring the intense pain brought on by the interplay of cold and heat, constantly extinguishing the burning fire in her heart.
He tried to soothe her wounds by warming his skin in this way.
In order to give up the person she loves, Henney has no choice but to do so.
She buried her head between her knees and wept bitterly.
The mansion was eerily quiet, save for the faint sound of sobbing that lingered in the empty floors.
...
Gwen quickened her pace, running swiftly across the grassland.
Gwen's emotions had never been so intense after hearing Henne's words.
I want to find Viktor immediately, I want to know immediately...
His feelings.
Finally, the sound of the wind gradually reached Gwen's ears, making her stand still.
She saw it—the enormous, dazzling, silvery-white tree, its silver branches shimmering with starlight.
The branches swayed gently in the breeze.
Gwen raised her head and looked ahead again.
The figure in the black trench coat was standing beneath the sacred tree.
He had his hands in his pockets, and the familiar crow perched on his shoulder.
The distance wasn't far, yet Gwen felt utterly disconnected.
She stretched out a hand, wanting to call out the other person's name.
"dimension……"
The sound was stuck in his throat, but he couldn't make a sound no matter what he did.
She spent a whole night traveling from the capital to Brighton.
Just to confirm whether Victor exists.
And now, she has actually seen Viktor.
Gwen can finally relax.
But why now?
I could feel my heart pounding.
Gwen had never been so nervous before.
Her childhood experiences destined her to have little emotional life, yet this mediocre feeling was rekindled by Viktor.
Because of this, the person she used to hate the most?
'like? '
After leaving Henney, Gwen was finally able to calm down and think about her current idea.
I want to get in touch with him.
I want to get closer to him.
I really, really want to see him every single day.
Is this a form of liking?
However, mixed with that joy was more confusion and helplessness.
It's like a child who has never learned to swim trying to cross a river by stepping on stones.
There was nothing but ignorance and confusion about what lay ahead.
Gwen's outstretched hand slowly fell down.
No……
She is a knight.
Just as she met with the emperor when she was confused.
Just as His Majesty had once told her.
"As a knight, never doubt yourself."
Like the sun breaking through the clouds, Gwen made up her mind.
No matter what lies ahead, she will eventually...
Try to get closer to the person in front of you.
She reached out her hand again and called out.
“Victor! I…”
Suddenly, she stopped speaking.
It felt as if something had forcibly cut it off.
Gwen could no longer utter a single word.
The pitch-black ink rose from within, surging straight into the brain along with consciousness.
She saw it clearly.
In that sea of consciousness within her mind, she saw it all clearly.
The golden scales that have always existed in my mind.
It was covered with a streak of jet-black grime.
It's like a stain has been placed on a piece of land.
Following the darkness, it seemed as if it had been affected by some kind of influence.
Gwen's vision went black, and she lost consciousness.
In her final moments as she collapsed to the ground, she seemed to see something.
A figure in a trench coat was looking at her with a calm yet gentle gaze.
Finally, she closed her eyes.
...
"really."
"This was inevitable."
"How could He so easily give up this perfect sacred vessel?"
——
"The plans have changed, Vega."
I plan to—
"Kill them all."
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