The moment she stepped out of the door, Charlotte suddenly felt a violent palpitation. It's like the weird intuition that someone important has passed away.

Charlotte couldn't help but clutch her chest and gasp loudly!

A picture flashed in front of his eyes, a mountain of corpses with a sea of blood, corpses all over the field, broken corpses piled up into a hill, and gurgling blood flowed down from the corpse mountain and merged into a stream.

Among the corpses were knights in bright armor, and they took the top of the corpse mountain as the center of the circle, and each side faced the circle, and they would rather die than retreat. Among the corpses were more barbarians and orcs in rudimentary leather armor, who fell to the ground as they stepped up the mountain of corpses, hideousness and fear converging on their cold, filthy faces.

At the top of the mountain of corpses, a female knight in silver armor half-knelt on it. She held the broken rose banner in her left hand, and supported her body with the shining golden sword in her right hand, and her blue eyes were full of anger and unwillingness.

An elegant silver dragon hovered at her side, her scales shattered, her horns broken, and she looked at the girl on the corpse mountain with endless sorrow and perseverance.

That's—

"Vivien Leigh!!" Charlotte exclaimed!

The image flickered and flickered, making the mage far away in the abyss of Belbo suspicious, and great sorrow welled up in her heart, Charlotte leaned against the wall, and had the worst guess in her heart.

"Your Majesty, why are you here?"

A gentle female voice came from ahead, and Charlotte looked back at the comer, only to see Nancy of the Phantom Forest looking at him with a smile.

"Catherine is really derelict in her duties, she has clearly told her to serve Your Majesty well, but she doesn't know where that girl is going crazy. That's right......" The smile faded, and Nancy stared at Charlotte with an inquiring gaze, "Your Majesty shouldn't breathe here, right?"

She deliberately accentuated the word 'breathable'.

Charlotte didn't feel sorry for her, he replied coldly, "No, it's just lost." He passed by the other party indifferently.

Nancy watched Charlotte leave thoughtfully, and she pushed open the abandoned door. The dust was evenly spread all over the floor, and there didn't seem anything out of the ordinary.

However, Nancy of the Phantom Forest was such a presence, and she didn't think anyone would get lost in such a vacant room that was empty.

"Charlotte Clayderman...... Nancy's eyes flashed, "I actually want to crack the spell in this way, should I really say that I really deserve to be the reincarnation of His Majesty 6 Sne?"

Thousands of miles away, the northern wastelands—

The military flag was broken, the breastplate was shattered, and Fei Wenli used the holy sword to support her body, and it was all because of her inner faith and perseverance that she had the heart to continue struggling.

The silver dragon Afra's scales shattered, its horns shattered, and its once-graceful dragon wings turned into tattered kites. Even though Vivien Leigh had ordered her to leave several times, she still lay prone on the side of the mountain of corpses, staring at the besiegers with resentful and unwilling dragon eyes.

Deep down, I know that they have failed, and they have no way to recover. No matter how much you resist and insist, it's just a matter of dragging a few more people to hell before you die.

But Fei Wenli looked at the knights who were still fighting to the death before they died, wanting to fight for a glimmer of life for themselves, but the unwillingness and anger in her heart couldn't be suppressed.

It's her fault!

As a leader, but let the subordinates who trusted her be wiped out, no matter how many objective factors, no matter how many excuses to shirk responsibility, this is her fault!

"Are you really not going to leave?" asked Vivien Leigh in a weak voice to her last comrade.

"Don't go!" Afra, the silver dragon, said in a resolute tone, "Even if I leave, there's no point, right? If Vivien Leigh dies, the contract will make me just like my father and just survive in weakness!"

"I'm sorry, my friend Afra. ”

Vivien Leigh smiled and closed her eyes, the summer breeze in the north was not hot, and the summer breeze blew the golden silk of the princess's sideburns. It was a familiar breath that reminded Vivien Leigh of countless days and nights of memories.

The deviant man instigated them to run through the fields of Erosa like commoners' children. They sneak into the orchards and eat the green fruits, they step barefoot in the clear streams and smile happily when the fish kiss their feet, they play with the rest of the noble children, and they play childish adventures and brave games.

When he is tired, he will lie on the green grass or sit on the shady stone with a smile on his face, and imagine the future with a sparkling sweat and a happy smile.

The eldest wants to be a good leader and lead people to a happy and peaceful life, the second wants to make a lot of money, play around every day, eat and wait for death, and flirt with the girl, and the younger sister wants to become the most powerful knight and become a great legend passed down by the bard.

They grew up quickly, each with their own different opportunities and experiences, and the dreams of the eldest and second eldest gradually changed as they grew up. They will never talk about the childish dreams of the past, and after a short reunion, they will go their separate ways because of their own ideals.

The only thing that doesn't seem to change is my sister.

But in fact, if you think about it seriously, it is the wonderful time to imagine the future that may be the dream life that my sister really wants.

When she closed her eyes, she felt as if she were in the orchard outside Fort Savoie, sitting on the cobblestones in the cold stream, her feet dangling in the clear and cool water...... The summer breeze is blowing, surrounded by a group of fish, the restless dick is playing bad ideas, the old-fashioned boss is diligently admonishing, and the younger sister, who rarely enjoys a quiet time, quickly opened her eyes and stood on the boss's side without hesitation......

That's really...... The most wonderful sight!

More than ten years later, my sister opened her eyes.

She became known as a knight, known as the knightly princess of San Lorenzo. But why, why is it so painful?

Hated people, mutilated corpses, broken banners, crushing clouds, excited crows, hateful eyes, desperate wails, scarlet wilderness, blood-dripping swords......

And that brutal legend!

I used to look forward to growing up quickly, but now I fantasize about going back to the past...... Human beings are always dissatisfied with their desires, chasing what they think is the right goal, and sweating what they think they should be...... In the end, what you really want in your heart is the opposite of what you really want!

Oh, yes!

At that time, the eldest who wanted to be a good leader did not realize that the dream was an expectation imposed on him by his parents; at that time, the second child who wanted to eat and wait for death and become a gentleman did not realize the arrogance and ambition in his heart; at that time, the younger sister who wanted to become a legendary knight did not realize that the so-called legend must be accompanied by blood!

This is not the world I want! But this is the real world I once chose and must now be guarded!

My sister's eyes widened angrily!

"Come on, that's all you've been looking forward to!" she raised her sword toward the sinister trap, the three remaining legends of the North, "Clayderman will not compromise—"

Three minutes later......

The holy sword in his right hand is dim, the military flag in his left hand is planted on the ground, and the silver dragon behind his back supports his body. The summer breeze is blowing, but it can't bring the slightest temperature of Fei Wenli and Afra.

Vivien Li's blue eyes were dull, and it was difficult to hide the expectant gaze before she completely lost her luster. She looked far away at the south, thinking of her motherland and the person in her heart......

Someone reached out to Vivien Leigh to remove the holy sword she was holding, but was stopped by a barbarian dressed as a warrior.

"Huh?" the orc legend looked dissatisfied.

"Give her some last bit of dignity. The barbarian shook his head, "She's not a legend, but she's better than a legend! she's the pride of Erosa, the most beautiful flower of war in the north." ”

"But she's withered!" another orc legend scoffed.

"She's not going to wither. The barbarian shook his head, "At least not until Erosa perishes, before I die......"

On this day, the summer wind is noisy, the crows are crying, and the flowers are withering...... ()

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