The sun's eyes were blurry for a moment, but it was enough for Agnes to see the black spot on a white background that fluttered down—it was Scott's white leopard. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

For a moment she instinctively wanted to run away, but in the end she just clung to the wall, and even though her body stiffened, she still straightened her back proudly.

She didn't come here to escape.

Scott then jumped off. His gaze faintly passed over her, and then fell on the copper basin that was still burning with flames.

But Copas wasn't there anymore - he was running away much faster than she was.

Scott stared thoughtfully at the brazier. Agnes didn't know if he had seen the man who had escaped, and he wasn't sure how much he knew about the priest's little secrets, as a "saint."

Who is he here for...... And why?

The white leopard jumped about in the small chamber as if no one was around, and the dance was so cheerful that it dazzled and annoyed Agnes.

"If you're here for the ubiquitous Earl...... she finally couldn't help but break the suffocating silence, still uncontrollably sarcastic, "Unfortunately, he's not here." ”

Scott glanced at her. He was calm, yet his transparent light blue eyes were lifeless like Agnes had never seen before, like inanimate gems, solid but cold.

"I know. He said, "He's dead." ”

“...... How is that possible?!" Agnes blurted out.

She was a little incredulous - she hated Mansini, but the man ...... It feels like I'm going to be able to live forever even if the whole world perishes.

"Doesn't he deserve to die?" Scott asked calmly.

Agnes glared at him for a moment, the strange feeling even stronger. She didn't know Scott, the Paladin who had once been a meaningless symbol to her, and now the Sage was chasing the sword of vengeance behind her...... But she had to admit that the complex emotions of yearning and fear that Moira was trying to hide were easy to understand—the man was like a scorching flame that filled people with fear and couldn't help but want to get closer.

At least it used to be.

She had always felt that he was not difficult to deal with, and even though he was unimaginably powerful, his emotions were too easy to grasp. His love and hate, his uncontrollable anger, were so intense and direct. It's hard to manipulate, but it's something you can use.

However, at this moment, his joys, sorrows, and sorrows seemed to have turned into a burning ash, and she couldn't guess what he would do in the next moment...... It was as if she was no longer human, without desires, without emotions, but not with the puppet that Lydia had created as an undead.

He still has a clear and strong will...... But it made her even more creepy.

"You killed him. She murmured, a little unimaginable, yet incredibly sure.

Scott looked at her in silence and did not deny it.

"Are you here to kill me?" she asked, giving up the struggle the moment she spoke.

The gem was still clutched in the palm of her hand, but she didn't have a chance...... She couldn't have a chance.

"Nope. Scott replied, his tone too flat that every word he uttered didn't sound like it was true: "Moira asked me to come to you." ”

- So you're here?

Agnes stared blankly at him, a little skeptical that she had misheard.

So Moira didn't tell him anything? So he didn't really know anything?...... The faint hope is fleeting, and the confused and shaken soul can no longer make any judgment.

Her lips opened and closed, but she didn't make a sound.

Scott stared straight at her, but there was no shadow of her in his eyes: "...... But you can't live anymore. ”

Agnes' heart fell straight down at that moment...... But it finally fell to the bottom.

It's finally over—she thought.

Darkness descended quietly and gently. Agnes sighed unconsciously, feeling an unexpected relief.

There's no fear in this way, and there's nothing wrong with that.

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Moira took Gard away and stopped talking, but in the end she didn't ask anything.

If Scott told her, "She's gone," ...... Then she's just gone.

She should have been filled with grief and anger, but she only felt the exhaustion weighing on her shoulders, making her barely able to walk.

However, there was a hint of relief in her heart that she didn't want to admit. She finally no longer has to struggle between family affection and hatred, and she doesn't know how to face her sister. She can blame everything on Scott, and it's up to her to judge him whether he's right or wrong.

How easy it is...... Despicable again.

She wept bitterly in front of her father, for her boneless sister, for the coldness, selfishness, and weakness that she could not speak. The old duke was silent for a long time, without accusation or comfort.

Awakened, Guardian fell into deep self-reproach. The only one who was able to show his anger was Frederick.

The little king did not have much affection for his aunt, who had caused all kinds of trouble to the royal family and the Carlos family, and his anger was mostly just pride.

"Your best friend killed my aunt. ”

He told Fili with malice, "Even her carcass was fed to his leopards." ”

Despite the vague and fragmented information he received, he was willing to supplement Scott's cruelty and viciousness with his imagination.

The knight, who would not submit to him in any case, looked at him in silence, and in the flickering candlelight, his face that had not been in the shadows and his dull eyes had lost their light, suddenly made Frederick's heart cold, as if something cold and sharp had pierced straight into it.

He regretted it a little...... But when he watched Fili turn around and leave with a chill, there was a strange excitement in his heart in addition to fear and uneasiness.

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"I lost. Lydia said, flicking her shoulder, and a small black bird dispersed like smoke.

"You know what? He didn't even spare Agnes. She sighed, her voice filled with genuine regret, "Mancini is okay...... I kind of like that duplicitous lady. ”

The elf just gave her a faint look.

She smiled and took a few steps back, leaving him plenty of space.

It's empty enough. The green plains rose and fell slowly, submerging into the distant forest, and the summer flowers had come to an end, and the petals fell silently at the corners of her skirt.

This ancient battlefield has long been forgotten, just like the great city that once stood here. Even if countless dragons have fallen here, even if it still proudly exists in the legends of the elves, Alamit, the city that once bathed in the glory of the gods, has not left a single ruin for people to hang on.

It had been forgotten so thoroughly that Lydia couldn't help but be a little curious. But she knew that she would have a hard time getting any answers from Ankran's mouth...... And the history of the past will always show traces in the possibility of the future.

So she just smiled and watched Ankland mark ancient runes across the late summer wilderness, her mind flying farther away uncontrollably.

The Scott Christos she knew...... Is it finally gone?