August has disappeared!?
Upon hearing this, the nobles all looked around the wheat field.
But even August's shadow could not be caught in the golden wheat fields.
That's when I realized it.
August had already taken advantage of the chaos to escape.
Everyone was extremely annoyed at the sight.
What happened?
How could August have gotten away?
Although the nobles present were already quite clear about it.
This entire incident was orchestrated by Earl Laureen alone.
However, August's crimes could not be redeemed.
He deliberately instigated the demi-humans to destroy the royal city, using them to kill tens of thousands of innocent people and turning their corpses into blood slaves.
They even turned the nobles who were killed by blood slaves into vampires.
Therefore, the nobles present hated August more than the Earl.
If it weren't for August's utterly insane actions, they would never have faced this life-or-death ordeal today.
Now, the Earl is dead.
The bodies of the vampires also turned into ashes and dissipated into the air.
The blood and energy within their bodies returned to the earth, and the souls of the fallen soldiers and innocent civilians rose into the sky, finding redemption.
But August's fate is still unknown, and no one knows where he has gone.
Whether he is alive or dead, people will inevitably have to see him.
I want to see him alive or dead.
Even if all he sees is a corpse, August must be punished for what happened today!
Amidst the crowd's anger, Victor's calm voice rang in their ears.
"He can't run very far."
Upon hearing this, many nobles calmed down.
After Victor killed Count Laurean, everything was settled.
Everyone present felt nothing but respect for him.
At this moment, Victor walked step by step to Priscilla.
He lowered his head and looked at the other person.
The girl was lying quietly in the wheat field, tears streaming down her face.
Although her skin was as white as porcelain in the sunlight, she looked extremely haggard.
Sensing someone approaching, Priscilla looked up.
Her blood-red eyes were filled with tears, and her face was streaked with tears as she saw Viktor.
A weak yet doubtful voice revealed the deepest pain:
"Why?"
"I should be the one who sacrificed. I should be the one who made the mistake. So why?"
Priscilla was destined for tragedy.
Her mother risked everything for her, and her father sacrificed himself for her.
As she herself believed, she was born a mistake.
Why continue to perpetuate her mistake?
She couldn't understand it; she couldn't understand it at all.
Priscilla looked at Victor and opened her mouth.
Tears welled up in her eyes again, streaming down her pale face.
"Why, Master? Shouldn't you be saving my mother?"
The words, choked with emotion, were forced out of his throat.
She could only slump helplessly in the wheat field, letting the breeze stir her black dress.
Viktor remained expressionless, his tone indifferent:
"The person your parents have always wanted to save is you."
"Don't let them down."
Above, the faint sun remained crimson.
Sunlight spilled across the wheat field, and the golden waves continued to sway.
But the rustling sound was drowned out by the whispering wind, and tens of thousands of maple leaves were swept into the sky, turning everything crimson.
...
Hilda supported August, who was as frail as a ghost in the wind.
I ran with difficulty towards the outside of Shulburn through the endless golden wheat fields.
The surroundings were extremely quiet, with only the crisp sound of messy footsteps breaking ears of wheat.
The two stumbled and staggered, like headless flies, wandering aimlessly through the golden wheat field.
But no one knows just how terrifying the area covered by that magic truly is.
When Hilda looked up, all she could see was an endless expanse of golden wheat fields.
"What... is it still a wheat field?"
Hilda cursed under her breath, her gaze fixed straight ahead as if searching for an exit.
Led by Hilda, August's steps were as heavy as a machine's.
His eyes were empty, staring intently at the layers of wheat fields.
The palace of pride in his heart had now completely collapsed.
Golden fragments were scattered across the rugged land, and he was buried in those ruins.
August could not accept it.
Where exactly did he go wrong?
It would be better to just die there and end it all.
In his hazy thoughts, he let Hilda pull him along as they continued running forward.
Along the way, Hilda traversed waist-high wheat fields, wielding her sword to carve a path forward.
He would occasionally turn around to check if any pursuers were catching up.
The sun quietly sank below the horizon, and as the light dimmed, the golden hue of the wheat fields gradually deepened.
The two fled for an unknown amount of time, and finally, they crossed the wheat field and rushed into a forest.
In this utterly silent world, only their breathing and the clanging of their armor could be heard.
The forest animals even scattered in panic at their arrival.
Feeling that this place might be safer, Hilda placed August next to the tree roots.
August leaned weakly against the tree trunk.
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