"Why! Why!

Every time he used a spell or a finger to pull out a stone, Victor asked. He didn't know who he was asking, he was torturing himself, asking Aven who could give up everything for Vivien Leigh, asking Charlotte, who fantasized that all fairy tales could be perfect, or asking the idiot lying in the ruins!

Five minutes ago, the castle annex also began to collapse due to that terrible shockwave, and Victor, who had destroyed Aven's Death Mark, was in a state of astral collapse. In order to resist the secret door left by Ai Wen in his body, he not only consumed a large amount of magic energy, but also caused great damage to his body due to the secret door that erupted.

Victor's body is a starlight body composed of magical energy and dream factors, and his actions are consuming his life every moment before trying to find a way to obtain his physical body. With Cecilia's support, he made his way to the secret door, and on the last stretch of the road, the castle annex finally failed to survive the tremendous energy of the shockwave, and it began to collapse.

Victor had to drag his deteriorating body and spend his magic energy against the crumbling castle stones, which he knew was costing his life, but could only pray that the magic energy that constructed his would allow him to escape from the castle and find a suitable body to take away.

But he was too weak, and although the back door left by Evan was broken by him, it still caused him great damage. Constantly casting spells to open the way, the injuries that he had suppressed suddenly exploded, and the magic energy he was building suddenly stopped, and Victor coughed violently, coughing up not blood, but starlight-like dust particles.

At that moment, he was worried that Cecilia, who was supporting him, noticed something unusual. If he had a heart, it must have contracted suddenly, for he felt Cecilia's fingers holding him loosen suddenly, and then a thrust came from his shoulder.

- She's found out! I'm going to be abandoned!

The moment he was pushed away, Victor thought calmly, and following his instinct to survive, he planned to fight back by constructing a model of an arcane missile despite his injuries. However, in what seemed to stand still, all he saw was Cecilia's frightened expression and complicated eyes.

For the first time, he knew that human eyes could express such a wealth of emotions, just a momentary intersection, but it seemed to exchange countless thoughts and emotions. Victor saw doubt, admiration, relief, and sacrifice in Cecilia's reddish pupils...... I saw many, many things, but I didn't regret it.

Then, the crumbling dome and the floor, the collapsed walls and columns, separated the two men, interrupting the fleeting eye contact. The falling rockflow brutally pushed Victor away, burying the red hair in the ground, and Victor watched the collapsed dust and rockflow for a moment, and the string called sanity also broke with it.

His mind vanished, and he felt like he had entered the ruins of an island of lightning and thunder, wind and rain, until the red lightning exploded thirty meters away from him, dragging him from the world of loneliness and regret into reality.

Then great remorse, self-blame, pain, jealousy, and self-loathing came over him! He went mad and lifted the stones, recklessly, regardless of the loss of his demonic powers, he wanted to save her, and this was the only thought left in his heart.

Victor wants to say sorry to her, tell her that he deceived him, that he is not Charlotte, but just an apparition created by Charlotte, a snake that wants to swallow an elephant, a shadow that wants to get rid of the subject, an undead who longs for freedom!

Da La!

A stone was torn open, revealing a hand that was a mixture of blood and dust within, and he saw the hand move slightly. She's still alive, it must not be a delusion!

"Cecilia!" Victor cried out in surprise, "I'm here!

He first used a spell to move the stones on top of it, taking care to avoid secondary damage caused by the small stones falling down. This is much more delicate and time-consuming than the previous work. Under the half-cut slab, in the crumbling tunnel, Victor carefully pulled out the stones like a pilgrim holding the sand of the Ganges.

Halfway through the cleanup, he didn't dare to move. He held the unmoved stone in his hand like a sculpture, leaned half-leaned, and used Cecilia under his upper body to cover the drizzle falling from the collapsed floor. The stone in his hand was wet and cold, and with the white light of the sigil coming from the hole above his head, he saw the blood snake snake in the crevices of the stone that buried Cecilia's lower body.

The stone in the hand is the mechanism that unravels the shell of the dream, and when removed, the cold, vicious, terrible, and unforgiving nightmare reveals its ugly nature and rushes over the face.

Cecilia's abdomen had been punctured, and the bones of her spine could even be seen in the blur of flesh, and no one would survive such a wound. Even the Church's resurrection spell requires the corpse to remain intact. The only thing that can save her now is time.

"Charlotte......" Cecilia's pale lips quirmed.

The faint voice overpowered the loud noise of the outside world, and the awakened sculpture lowered the stone, and with a wave of his hand, he used up his depleted magical energy to build a physical barrier, just to prevent the dust from falling on the angel's body.

Victor felt that if there were angels in the world, Cecilia would be the purest one.

As soon as he grasped Cecilia's cold fingers, he wanted to tell her the truth, but he noticed that Cecilia's originally panicked expression became calm the moment he held his palm, and the words that were about to blurt out became a sentence that made him angina, "I'm here!"

Cecilia's pale face was as quiet as a child, and she raised her hand slightly, and Victor, or Charlotte, felt the feeling of communion again. He took Cecilia's hand close to her cheek and noticed tears oozing from the corners of Cecilia's eyes, he wiped them gently, and began to hate himself for not being able to shed tears.

Cecilia's smile was pale and transparent, but she was laughing, and as he wiped the tears from her cheeks, she whispered softly, like a dream, "...... Orchard ......"

It didn't seem to be said to him, he didn't know. He struggled to figure out what the orchard was, and he didn't have the ontology's full-fledged and quick-read subbrain, so he had to rack his brain to recall the past, and even wondered if Charlotte hadn't transferred the memories into his body at one point.

But when he saw Cecilia's smile as if she was wandering in a wonderful dream, finally, he remembered.

It was that afternoon eighteen years ago, and he remembered climbing on the treetops, throwing a green fruit in his hand at the aristocratic girl who was lonely swinging in the garden, and calling out to her.

"Here you go, you can't stand the nasty atmosphere of the banquet if you stay here alone! Hey, do you want to pick up fruit with me to eat?"

- But I'm not Charlotte!

For the first time, he hated himself so much! He deceived this girl and killed her! He was a liar, a bastard, a villain! But at the same time, he was angry with himself!

- Open your dog's eyes and see! There's a girl here who loves you so much!!

“…… The green fruits there will ripen in a short time......"

Cecilia's smile, immersed in dreamlike bliss, became more and more transparent, and her voice became weaker and weaker like a dream.

Victor, no! Anyway, only now you have to call him Charlotte.

He made up his mind, no longer remorse, pain, self-blame, and pity, but whispered to her with deep love.

"Cecilia, I'll accompany you to pick green fruits!" he clenched Cecilia's cold, pale hand like an ice cube, and said affectionately, "I love you! Charlotte loves Cecilia! I want you to be my wife!"

Whew-

The cold wind gusted in the orchard, the lush green fruit trees withered and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Cecilia's gentle and quiet smile gradually turned bitter and pale.

But soon, she felt a burst of warmth from behind, and someone held her from behind, placed a delicate locking treasure box in front of her eyes, and gently opened it.

Inside were five bright green fruits.

"Ahh

"Winter came, but in May I picked five of the best green fruits from this tree. ”

The young man with short silver hair and crimson eyes smiled and said to her, compared to what he remembered, he did not change much, but it seemed to have changed, and there seemed to be something more and something less in his crimson eyes. But it's crystal clear and reassuring.

"It's probably the cheapest gift in the world. Charlotte laughed as he got down on one knee, "but let me repeat it again!"

He held the treasure box in one hand, stretched forward with the other, looked up and said with a smile, "I'm probably really a scumbag, but I'm sure I love you very much, so please marry me!"

Whew-

The wind blew through the green orchard again.

This time, Cecilia felt that it was no longer cold to the bone, but that there was a lot of life in the cold wind.

She smiled and took the green fruit box and accepted Charlotte's love.

She suddenly had the realization that the fruits in this garden would wither, but in the following May, they would bloom. The green orchard will change due to time, but the things hidden in it will not change even if it is a vicissitude.