Allen's heart seemed to skip a beat.
His long-buried, rotten secret was suddenly exposed, and a strong sense of shame and immorality overwhelmed him.
He stared at Vivian in horror, his hands and feet ice-cold, and in the end, he couldn't utter a single word.
Seeing his expression, Vivian understood everything. "I'm sorry, Allen, actually... I sensed it a long time ago. But I still want to say that Allen asking him out might not be worth it for you to do this."
Allen exclaimed in surprise, "Huh?" He didn't open his lips; the sound came entirely from his throat.
He was already in a state of confusion, but what the girl said was even more unexpected.
Vivian looked sadly at the scorched earth around her. In the distance, the soldiers of both sides were still fighting fiercely. Their dying battle cries echoed across the battlefield, tolling a death knell for the bleak world.
She once thought that Alan's willingness to silently love her brother was a beautiful and pure emotion.
But looking back now, it only feels heavy and sad.
“Alayo, I suspect, inherited the traits of the Assassins from his mother: emotional detachment and cruelty.” At this moment, her heart was breaking, but she could not stop speaking. “So, no matter how much you do for him, you will not get any response.”
Allen remained silent for a moment, then finally asked in a hoarse voice, "Your Highness, why do you say that?"
He wondered what the other person's stance was in saying such things to him.
Vivian suddenly laughed, and if it weren't for the tears that suddenly slid down her cheeks, her smile would have been as sweet as ever.
“Because in my heart, you are my brother, just like my brother.” She said softly, “I hope you can be happy, although I probably won’t live to see that day. No one can stop my brother, but I don’t want you to make the same mistake again and again with him.”
"Alan, if you can..." the blonde girl finally pleaded, "Please don't like Alejan anymore!"
This was actually her last wish.
The Branch of Time within her was becoming increasingly difficult to suppress; even if she did nothing, the water elements in the void were still rushing towards her with a roar.
Perhaps on the next morning, or the morning after that, she too will suddenly turn into bubbles, just like her father.
In her final moments, her father was carefree, while her heart was filled with bitterness.
Allen stared intently at Vivian, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "How can a human being suppress such feelings? It's like my faith in God—I pray to Dilis all the time, but I never expect a response."
Human emotions stem from instinct, just as moths fly to lights at night, and kingfishers fly to thorns in the wind.
Stubborn to the end, they made one mistake after another.
“However, Your Highness, rest assured,” he forced a smile, “I am increasingly aware that there is no possibility between me and Prince Alejo.”
He lost all hope after that night.
They had already secretly decided that they would never tell the other party the truth.
Whenever he thought of this, Allen would feel a self-deceptive sense of relief at Alejandra's obliviousness; as long as he didn't say it aloud, things between them...
wrong!
On the stage amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, in the reflection of hell on earth, the devout hermit finally saw the truth he had deliberately ignored:
It turns out they could never go back to the way things were.
What he missed most was the time the three of them relied on each other in the capital, which was precisely the humiliating experience the other party most wanted to wash away and forget.
Even his own existence might be a silent reminder to his monarch—
How pitiful and pathetic must a nobleman of a great kingdom be to accept the loyalty of a little beggar who is hiding in hiding?
Allen broke out in a cold sweat. He turned around hastily and abruptly changed the subject, "Your Highness, it's getting late. Let's go back to your brother's side first."
Vivian gazed sadly at the thin back of the person in front of her and sighed silently.
She was most afraid of Alan smiling at her.
Although the other person was smiling, their eyes were filled with such despair that she dared not say anything out of line again.
She had seen that same look in the eyes of another monk from the East.
...
The Moonflower City Wall is on the verge of collapse.
The valiant cavalry, fully equipped and ready to go.
Aléjo sat astride his tall black horse, coldly surveying the distant tree buds that emitted a faint glow.
As long as Vivian can continue to live, what does it matter if she kneels before the Lord of the Abyss and destroys the mere Tower of Ten Thousand Laws?
He could no longer bear the pain of losing his loved ones.
Vivian was his only connection to this world, and the only reason he never destroyed it.
If the girl were to turn into bubbles one morning, then without a doubt, he would cast the entire continent of Zhuyuan as a coffin for her burial.
In the distance, the two figures that moved slowly through the pile of bones finally came to him before his patience ran out.
Alejo remained silent as usual, simply gazing into the distance.
He thought that, apart from his sister, the little beggar named Allen might also be an exception.
Whenever the other person speaks to him cautiously, his mood inexplicably improves, as if he has been briefly relieved from purgatory.
But this strange and unfamiliar perception only made him more angry and irritable.
Especially when the other person spoke of other people with a face full of reverence, the resentment and murderous intent that welled up in his heart were almost uncontrollable.
What is the goddess Kirhorna anyway?
But he couldn't understand why the little beggar could so easily move his heart, since he had no blood relation with him and was by no means a grateful person.
This realization kept him tossing and turning at night, and he did consider the possibility of killing the other person.
But he didn't want to upset Vivian.
So he made up a pretext and banished the other person to a faraway monastery.
The strange, subtle peace disappeared as he had hoped, but unexpectedly, his uncontrollable temper not only was not curbed, but increased day by day with time.
Also increasing was the frequency with which he would unconsciously look up at the high cliff while sitting in the cold palace.
He told the other person to leave, and the other person actually left.
That little beggar named Allen was indeed guilty.
The capricious and tyrannical Crown Prince believed this without a doubt.
"Your Highness, I have brought the princess back." The little beggar took off his monk's hat and stood respectfully on the ground.
His black curly hair and dark brown skin were unique in the West, suggesting he must have some kind of lowly lineage.
The other person had their head bowed, and although their expression was docile, it only made Alejo more and more irritated.
He couldn't help but sneer, "Have you forgotten that our plan is to destroy the Tower of All Laws and destroy Moonflower City?"
Allen remained silent.
He silently gazed at the magnificent saddle; in the presence of the other man, he could never help but feel a surge of fear.
“My brother, please don’t blame Allen. I asked him to bring me back.” Vivian stepped forward to help, looking up at her brother. “Stop it now. I’ll go back with you and never run away again.”
"And then, will you also turn into bubbles and leave me sometime in the morning?" Alejo looked expressionlessly at the distant city, then suddenly raised his riding whip. "Nafuli, notify the mage corps to prepare forbidden spells to shatter the protective shield in one fell swoop."
Looking at her brother, who sat upright on horseback and seemed completely unfamiliar to her, Vivian's face turned deathly pale.
This is her older brother.
Just how insane must the other side have become to think of unleashing a forbidden spell on the most densely populated city in the Zhuyuan Continent?
She rushed to the front of the horses, spreading her arms to block their path. "Alejo, I'm begging you, stop. Let's go back to Hexor, and everything will be like before, okay?"
Alejo frowned as he looked at his sister, who was swaying precariously in front of him.
He lowered his head and looked at his most trusted subordinate. "You, take her away and keep her under control. Before I completely destroy the Tower of All Laws, Allen, this is your only task."
But the expected promise did not come.
The frail cardinal remained standing there, seemingly oblivious.
“Your Highness Alejandro, perhaps you could consider Princess Vivian’s suggestion,” the other party cautiously suggested.
The other party, who had always been obedient, dared to defy his orders for the first time ever, right in front of his invincible army.
It should be noted that the Iron Cavalry of the Kingdom of Blackrock are renowned for their piety.
The original "Black Army" were the Knights of Light who broke away from the Papacy under the orders of the Cardinal.
The Pope has long since disappeared, but the gentle and wise cardinal holds a place in their hearts no less important than the monarch they have sworn allegiance to.
Although no one was whispering at that moment, an uneasy anxiety rolled in from behind like a tangible tide.
Everything is slipping out of control.
Alejo could no longer contain his rage.
He raised his whip and lashed it down hard.
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