His eyes remained vacant, his expression blank, as if he had not yet recovered from the divine magic.
Hilda, on the other hand, knelt on one knee before August:
"Your Majesty, please pull yourself together."
But at this moment, August could not hear anything, and his empty eyes were filled with only chaos.
"His Majesty!"
August still did not respond.
Hilda couldn't stand it any longer and reached out to slap August.
Snap!
A crisp sound rang out in the forest, and some animals that had been watching the commotion fled the area.
August was jolted back to his senses by the slap, only to hear Hilda's loud roar:
"August!"
August finally regained his sight, raised his head, saw Hilda, and then looked around at the dark and quiet forest.
Where...am I?
"This is the wilderness; we escaped."
Hilda looked at August, her eyes filled with a mixture of heartache and pain.
Why have you become like this?
"It makes me feel like a stranger."
The August of the past was never like this.
He was the most talented genius in the academy, and at a young age, he had already reached the level of a third-tier warrior.
Friendly and caring towards others.
At that time, in Hilda's eyes, August was like the most dazzling star in the sky.
During that time, their relationship was extraordinary.
Augustus was forced to ascend the throne prematurely because the previous king died early.
Overnight, it is unknown what the newly enthroned king endured that caused his temperament to change so drastically.
He was no longer the person Hilda had once known.
After he became king, August observed that the gazes around him grew increasingly somber, more and more like those of a dictator.
His thoughts became increasingly difficult to fathom.
Even now, he wants to kill everyone, just for his rule.
Hilda understood him; the king's untimely death had undoubtedly had a huge impact on him.
Furthermore, the previous king left nothing for Augustus.
With the change of power, the nobles who served the old king naturally would not be convinced by Augustus, who had no achievements.
As a result, even though he was in the position of king, he became increasingly less and less powerful.
August watched Hilda silently, and after experiencing defeat, he calmly laughed:
“I am King Hilda.”
"The Samuel royal family has been passed down for so many generations, and when it came to me, I took over in a hurry."
"I cannot allow the monarchy to decline in my hands."
He is still too young and cannot gain the trust of many people.
"Thank you, Hilda, thank you for taking me away."
August's gaze lost its former pride, and he looked at Hilda with gentle eyes.
In a daze, Hilda seemed to feel as if they had returned to the time when they were still at Star Academy.
August reached out and stroked Hilda's face, which was pale with grief:
"But at least, I still have you."
Hearing August say this, Hilda blushed.
His words struck Hilda's heart, awakening her longing and anticipation.
Suddenly, a rustling commotion arose in the forest.
Hilda reacted instantly, straightened up, drew the long blade from her waist, and quickly turned to look in the direction of the strange noise.
Before Hilda could catch her breath, a familiar figure appeared before her.
Hilda breathed a sigh of relief after seeing who it was.
That was her sister, Joanna.
"Joanna, what brings you here?"
Hilda was about to sheathe her sword when she sensed something was wrong.
"Didn't I tell you to stay there and not wander around?"
She was referring to Victor, of course.
The golden wheat field was filled with an incomparably powerful and sacred force.
Her sister is perfectly safe there.
But that was for Joanna and her.
But August was different; if Hilda didn't take him away, he would be devoured alive by that group of angry nobles.
Joanna looked at Hilda quietly, and suddenly, a strange, dark glint flashed in her cold eyes.
"I've come to take you and His Majesty August back with me."
Before Hilda could react, in the blink of an eye, Joanna's body suddenly turned into a blur.
Hilda felt a cold wind sweep past her, and she froze for a moment before gripping the hilt of her sword tightly.
But along with that cold wind, he felt an unknown power on the blade in his hand.
The gleaming blade shattered instantly, reflecting Hilda's wide eyes and Joanna's flickering figure.
When Hilda came to her senses, she was only holding an empty sword hilt.
Joanna had already teleported behind her, standing between her and August.
Holding the cold blade, she used the tip of the sword to lift August's chin.
Joanna remained expressionless under Hilda's shocked gaze.
A raven's phantom image appeared in their eyes, and a cold voice echoed in their ears:
"Don't resist."
"You are destined to be unable to escape God's control."
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