“...... In fact, I have not been able to 'protect' you. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Agnes sneered and leaned back tiredly, "I'm not strong enough to ignore Lockburg's magic bans. If you really want to thank someone...... Thank you Mansini, he really didn't want your life. ”

"So, what exactly is he trying to do?" Moira asked softly, "I think you know. ”

Agnes stared at her sister, who was becoming stranger and stranger—she was no longer the innocent and harmless little woman she remembered, even though her blue eyes still looked pure.

How much does she know? How long has she been spying on her?...... Agnes didn't really think that her concealment and disguise were seamless, after all, so many people already knew her secrets. In fact, she had probably been waiting for this day to come to her, for them, her family, to come and question her, to accuse her, Agnes Carlos, what kind of monster are you...... and murderers.

Or, she could run away before then.

Anger burns violently in fear and guilt...... That was her only defense.

"What do I know?"

She straightened up and asked coldly, "I know I could have gained as much power as he did—I didn't have to sit here to bear your suspicions and accusations, I could have been as free as I had hoped...... There is no longer a need to be attached to any one surname, nor does it need to be tied to any one identity...... I gave up on that, like a fool, and pulled you out of danger again and again that you didn't even perceive...... What the hell am I trying to do?!"

Her voice was unusually high-pitched, and the comb in her hand grazed Moira's shoulder and slammed against the door. The muffled sound made Moira's knights nervously push open the door at once, their unsheathed weapons glowing with cold light.

Moira waved her hand without looking back. The knights retreated silently and respectfully, and Agnes sneered at the wooden door that was closed again—it was evident that the guards no longer regarded her as the troublesome sister of Her Majesty the Queen Mother, and that the trouble was harmless...... They saw her as an enemy to watch out for.

"You're going to give up those because you're my sister. Moira walked up to her and sighed in a low voice, "You're going to give up those because your last name is Carlos...... Bloodline and the times we spent together...... Those fondest memories bind us together and make us inseparable forever. So you're going to do that for us, just as I'm willing to do for you. I'm the older one, Aggie, and I'm supposed to protect you...... Maybe I was too useless, maybe I'm just as untrustworthy now, but at least let me know what I can do for you. You don't need to carry anything alone - I implore you not to do it alone. We have already lost Ogden because of this...... Don't let us lose you again. ”

Ogden—For the second time in the day, Agnes had heard the name of her eldest brother...... But what did she compare to Ogden? Ogden's death was to avoid disgrace to the family, and she ...... It's a shame for the Carlos family that she's alive.

“...... You won't wonder what the hell I've done. She covered her face, her weak anger had long since been extinguished, and only endless panic remained: "You will never forgive me." ”

"I might hate you...... But I'll always forgive you. ”

Moira's cool fingers brushed her hairline, "I will also join you in praying for forgiveness and making up for everything we can do...... Agnes, I don't have any sharp instincts and I know that the storm is coming, and I need you by my side. If you can't face it together...... Maybe we'll all be torn to shreds. ”

"You don't understand...... You don't understand. Agnes murmured, "I'll be a burden you can't bear...... Let me go, Moira, as if I never existed...... That may be the best for you. ”

“...... Maybe add a little more weight so I don't get blown away by a hurricane easily. Moira gently tugged at a strand of her hair, "No, Aggie, I'm not going to let you go." ”

It was a terrible clumsy joke...... Agnes didn't know how she was still in the mood to joke, just as she didn't know why Moira still showed the childish stubbornness of her childhood.

"You'll regret it. She said. His vision was blurry, but he couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Oh. Moira replied, "...... That's up to me. ”

Ed didn't expect Isis to be waiting for him.

The humanoid ice dragon standing outside the castle gate had clearly lost patience - the innocent guards stared at by his golden eyes were as stiff as two statues, and in the silence their teeth could almost be heard clattering.

Ed quickened his pace, stifled a laugh and dragged Iss away from the door.

"You haven't caused yourself any more trouble, have you?" asked Is.

“......”

“...... I knew it. ”

"Not really...... "that's our trouble—and I lied to them." ”

He touched his chest, his conscience a little uneasy. Moira was so kind to him, but he couldn't tell her that the reason they couldn't destroy the labyrinth was because they had to use it.

“...... So, what else did you lie to me?" asked Is, abruptly.

Ed shuddered involuntarily and blurted out, "No!"

"Really?" Iss squinted at him, "Who's that guy who knocked out Ante in the labyrinth?"

Ed blinked desperately. He was convinced that Jay Oylan was capable enough to keep himself under his guard...... But he may have underestimated Is's acumen.

“...... He's a mage. ”

He lowered his head and replied honestly, "A necromancer." ”

He didn't get a response for a while, and finally couldn't help but sneak a quick glance at Is.

There was no expression on Is's face that he feared he would see—no anger, no disdain, just a little helplessness.

"Is that old man we met in the hallway?" he asked.

“...... How do you know?"

Ed was very worried. They "escorted" Gard to meet Moira when they met Oylan in the hallway...... The "high-minded old scholar" was neither humble nor arrogant, and even greeted them a little coldly. In Ed's opinion, the old man's disguise was so perfect that he couldn't figure out where he was exposed...... Or is he the only one who is the most easily deceived?

"There was a strange smell on him. Iss frowned, "You humans probably can't smell it. ”

Ed rubbed his nose. He's fairly sensitive to smells...... But he really didn't smell anything wrong.

"How the hell did you get into trouble with that kind of guy who is so hard to look at?" Ise grumbled, "Isn't having Lydia enough?"

Ed was tempted to say that Lydia wasn't "provoked" by him...... But maybe it's not a good idea.

"It's a long story. He sighed, "...... Do you remember Hoane Shaw?"

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