Inside the pristine, tranquil European-style room, several bright silver lamps shone brilliantly, emitting a pure white glow.
A faint scent of lavender wafted through the room, and a soft, plush carpet covered the marble floor.
Gwen finished her training, quickly washed away the sweat, changed into a casual white robe, and put her long silver hair up in a high bun.
Her face was expressionless, her hands were clenched, and she held a clear, crystal-clear glass of water.
Kefla stood beside her, picked up her teacup, and filled it with tea into an empty cup on the table.
"Thanks."
A cold voice came from the other side of the coffee table.
Kevlar smiled, removed the teapot, and turned to leave.
But there was a hint of displeasure in that smile.
Viktor picked up the water glass, brought it to his lips, and took a sip.
A warm current slid down my throat and into my stomach, and I felt as if I was enveloped in warmth.
Only then did he slowly raise his head and look at Gwen, who was sitting expressionless to the side.
Kefla, who had put the teapot down, returned, leaned against the doorway, and looked at Victor with her arms crossed.
"Tell me about it, brother-in-law."
"What exactly happened?"
When I first met Viktor, I was suddenly told to have her relay a message.
Kevlar agreed.
But when Victor asked her to send Gwen an "I'm sorry," she froze.
Could it be that...Viktor did something to betray Gwen?
So much so that when Victor came in, she was still a little angry.
But when her gaze fell on Gwen, she sighed again.
Even now, after hearing those words conveyed earlier, Gwen remains expressionless.
In her somewhat empty eyes, there was still only Viktor.
A feeling of pity welled up in Kefla's heart.
Her sister seems rather pitiful.
At this moment, Victor put down his teacup, straightened his posture, and looked intently into Gwen's dazed gaze:
"First of all, Gwen, I want to apologize to you."
Kefla frowned and rolled her eyes.
Alright, alright, Viktor.
I know you've wronged Gwen, so hurry up and get to the point.
However, Victor suddenly stood up and looked at Kefla seriously.
Her obsidian-like deep eyes made her feel somewhat at a loss.
"And you, Miss Kefla."
I also want to say sorry to you.
Victor bowed to Kefla again.
Even the one-eyed black raven perched on his shoulder, like its master, placed its wings on its chest and bowed slightly.
It was as if they were expressing an apology.
Now, Kefla was even more at a loss.
She craned her neck slightly, opened her mouth, blinked, and stared blankly at Viktor.
Huh? Ah? No, that's not right...
Wait a minute?
What have you done to wrong me?!
Suddenly, she felt a chill rise up her spine, and a sense of danger, like being watched by a hunting beast, arose abruptly.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and glanced cautiously at Gwen.
Sure enough, a hint of coldness flashed across Gwen's empty eyes.
As if a freezing wind had swept across the land, Kefla felt a chilling sense of crisis.
She quickly began to explain:
“No, Gwen, listen to me, there’s absolutely nothing between Viktor and me…”
The next second, she suddenly saw a magical light in her eyes.
Kefla paused for a moment, then turned her gaze toward Victor.
With a wave of his hand, Viktor caused a bright blue light array to suddenly appear in the air.
With a loud thud, a set of silver-white armor crashed to the floor.
The immense impact caused the entire mansion to tremble slightly.
Kefla stood there, dumbfounded, staring at the silver armor.
Hmm, why does this thing look so familiar?
Gwen's gaze was fixed intently on the armor, her eyes unwavering, as if she were completely glued to it.
Finally, Kevlar's gaze grew serious:
"This...could it be..."
Viktor calmly sat down again and nodded firmly:
"That's right."
His voice was deep and solemn:
“This is Uncle Angus’s Snow Mastiff Armor.”
As soon as those words were spoken, the warm atmosphere of the entire mansion instantly dropped several degrees.
Both Kefla and Gwen fell silent.
Kefla slowly raised her head, staring unfocusedly at the bright silver lamps, her expression becoming increasingly difficult to control.
This snow mastiff armor belonged to her and Gwen's father, Angus Delin.
This armor accompanied my father through countless storms and snowstorms, and through hundreds and thousands of battles.
Its powerful chill can even activate a person's violent bloodline, granting them superhuman strength.
However, this armor can only unleash its full power in the dead of winter.
Angus is known as the "Snow Mastiff Knight" largely because of this armor.
This suit of armor was placed in Angus's tomb after his death.
Burying this beloved armor, which had accompanied Angus for half his life, with him is a way of showing him deep affection and respect.
Although his actions did not entirely conform to the chivalric code of justice.
After all, he had watched helplessly as many northern residents were put in danger.
But in any case, Angus was, after all, a great knight who protected the North.
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