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The standing bell in the villa ticks, and this is the only sound in the villa.

Count Ferrard silently looked at Charlotte who was kneeling on the ground, Vivien Leigh's face was gloomy, both happy for her friend and sad for herself, Madame Fellard seemed to be moved by Charlotte, and secretly pulled the earl's sleeve.

The minutes passed in the silence of these people, and I don't know how long it was, but the Count of Ferrard finally asked, "Are you sincere?"

Charlotte was categorical, "No second thoughts!"

"Do you really love her?" asked the Count of Ferrard coldly again.

This time, Charlotte hesitated. He asked himself if he really loved Cecilia, but then Sylvia's peerless face came to mind. Slowly, the face changed, Sylvia's playful blonde hair turned into a handsome red ponytail, and a tear mole floated on her face, and it turned into Cecilia's charming and heroic image.

Charlotte looked at her and smiled at herself, her smile full of unreserved trust and attachment. At this moment, another ray of sunlight shot into the dark heart, dispelling the dampness in the darkness. Although it was only a wisp, there was a trace of life in the dim and boundless world, which brought a little warmth to Charlotte's cold heart.

He smiled, knowing that sixteen years ago, a girl had already lived in his heart. It's just that as a person, the treasures that have been treasured are not enough to cherish, and only the moment of loss can they understand her preciousness.

Charlotte said solemnly to Count Ferrard, "Yes! I love her! I want to marry her!"

Count Ferrard's originally cold face finally softened, and if Charlotte answered without hesitation to say a word of love, he would definitely not agree to Charlotte's request. He will only think that he is a treacherous and slippery person, and wants to steal his family fortune from the Claydermans.

But now, he just sighed, "Okay! I agreed! I'll go with you to Icewind Castle and see Cecilia on her last journey." ”

Charlotte nodded, and at this moment, the Count of Ferrard patted Charlotte on the shoulder and lifted him from the ground. The moment she got up, Charlotte felt relaxed.

He knew that he was a waste, and he hated the temporal and spatial spells that brought all the calamities, and now he had no motivation to learn spells, just like a ghost, he just wanted to live this life in a mess. For the future, he felt that it was dark, and he could not see any light.

Charlotte felt that she would never be able to fight the root, just like Lu Sien, the more she struggled, the tighter the spider silk spit out from the root entwined him. Now that he is cocooned, if he continues to move forward, he does not know how much destruction and pain he will bring with his own hands in the future, so he feels that it is a very good choice to stand still.

But he also didn't want to give Rus-En soul fragments to Aven, because of the Battle of Sava Fort, he had a premonition that if Rus-en was brought back to life, the wrong world line would bring even more terrible destruction. So he went from being an out-and-out fighter to a slave of obedience, and decided to succumb to the fate of the roots, and let it be judged as it was, rather than involve a wider tragedy.

Only she is full of guilt for Vivien Leigh, so Charlotte has been drinking heavily every day these days, avoiding Vivien Leigh's care, and every moment of her time in Erosa feels like an ordeal. If it weren't for today, he would have fled back to Icewind Castle like a wild dog with a broken back.

But as he made that decision, he knew he would never be worthy of Sylvia. When the Count of Ferrard agreed to the marriage and helped him up, the whole person felt very relaxed.

What roots, what Lusen, what Eleni, what faceless, what roots, what gods...... Everything had nothing to do with him, and leaving behind all the glory and responsibility, he felt that he had pursued his childhood dream at this moment.

The ultimate freedom!

Because there is no responsibility, no glory, and it has become a puddle of mud that is nothing, so there is no need to think or bear, and the ultimate freedom comes quietly at this moment.

He smiled lightly, "Okay! Let's send Cecilia back to Icewind Castle!"

That afternoon, when he held Cecilia's coffin and waved goodbye to Rebecca and Vivien Leigh, looking at his relaxed smile and waving his back as he waved away, Vivien Leigh felt heartbroken.

At this point, she said to Rebecca, "Mom, I don't think Charlotte will ever come back." ”

"Nope. Rebecca shook her head, smiling bitterly, "He's back to his carefree childhood." ”

The royal burial ground of Icewind Castle is not in the middle of a mountain, but on a flat ground behind the Tower. The cemetery is lush like a garden, and it contains the remains of the previous kings of Icewind, which of course is deceptive, in fact, all the tombs are empty, and each Grand Duke is just a vest thrown away by Sylvia.

But today, the royal mausoleum welcomed its first occupants.

Charlotte knelt in front of the tomb, the Earl and Lady of Ferrard wept silently behind her, and Dema and Dinah led the mages of the inner ring of Icewind Castle to this simple funeral.

On this day, the sky was cloudless, and the wind of early spring carried coolness and the breath of life, blowing the grass and shoots in the cemetery with the wind. Vivien, Lolita, and Leonard stand behind Claire, who stands silently with sadness in her eyes.

Charlotte pulled out her dagger and carved a line of words on the tombstone with her own hands.

Sleeping here was Cecilia Clayderman, wife of Charlotte Clayderman, Earl of Wintercastle, a knight as beautiful, pure, noble, and noble as an angel.

The Earl and Lady of Ferrard could no longer hold back the sadness in their hearts and wept bitterly, and Charlotte pressed on the tombstone, as if she had gone back to time many years ago.

- "Charlotte, what are you doing again?!" After escaping from the butcher in the small town of Santos, Cecilia crosses her back unpleasantly when she sees herself covered in rags and stench. At that time, the sun shone behind her, making her figure on the pony hazy and unreal, and she was proud and lovely at that time.

- "Well, it's not bad. Finally, it has the appearance of a thousand-year-old nobleman. This is in the castle of Ferrard, Cecilia deliberately waited for Charlotte in the corridor after arranging for the maid to dress her in her master's robes, and she deliberately explained that she had just happened to meet Charlotte.

- "Summer, Lo, Ter, be careful that I complain to Lady Rebecca, I want you to get me out of here immediately, immediately, it's unseemly!" You ......" This is the cute and panicked look of Cecilia at Castle of Ferrard when she stops Charlotte from eavesdropping on Rebecca's conversation with Dema and Dinah.

- "Well, you too, take care of yourself. This is the pitiful expression of Cecilia in Savoie Castle fourteen years ago, with her head bowed and depressed when she was separated from herself.

Then time goes back to the furthest part of the past......

- "Here you go, you can't stand the nasty atmosphere of the banquet if you stay here alone!hehe, do you want to pick up fruit with me to eat?" ...... "It was the first time he and she met at Fellard Castle.

Time flies, and the days that once felt beautiful, irritable, and noisy are gone, and all that remains is a white tombstone and a plain sentence on it.

Does that sum up the life of this beautiful, kind, pure, and loyal woman?

"Cecilia, you know what? Time, it's a terrible thing......"

Charlotte stroked the tombstone and before she knew it, she burst into tears.

The power of death reset is not the self-righteous golden finger of childhood, it is a curse! It is the source of pain! It is a curse that he will become a lonely, sinking observer, entering the abyss and retreating into hell!

There was no way for him to escape!