Even in her best flower-like years, Chloe was only a very inconspicuous flower.

Among the aristocratic ladies who are good friends with each other, there are many excellent women who are as bright as roses.

In contrast, the reticent and taciturn Chloe is like a quiet decorative painting – always overlooked.

But she was always lucky.

As the earl's daughter, Sainz is forced by her authoritarian father to marry a stranger - at a wedding that sells his daughter for a high enough price.

As a royal princess, Rose is just a canary trapped in a cage, and people choose to stay away from her tyrannical sister out of fear of her tyrannical sister.

Growing up in the somewhat mundane Cloiy in a state where no one was paying attention, like many women of her generation, she fell in love with the young knight Loranson shortly after she became an adult.

There is no shortage of her in the family, and the indulgent parents have always ignored this daughter who has no sense of existence.

So Chloe didn't encounter too many obstacles and got married.

It looks like we're all happy together.

Until the war spread to Iberia.

Loranson had to go to battle, and Chloei cried as she saw him off.

A few days later she found out she was pregnant and gave birth to the baby on a snowy winter's day.

He was named after "Winter".

"Are you afraid that I'll be like my father?" Hevier gently hugged his sobbing mother and soothed, "Don't worry, absolutely not." ”

He would never die so easily like that man.

The scales of winter, between life and death, will only tilt for the weight of one world.

"No, we're not running away this time. Chloei wiped away her tears, turned around and began to put the wrapped items back in place.

It's not that she doesn't want to escape, but she already knows - where can she escape now that this continent has been burned by the flames of revolution?

Even the remote villages that he has carefully selected now are inevitably exposed to the army, and other places are even more unbearable.

Heavier watched her movements in silence and stepped forward to help clean up.

"It's okay, you go your own way. Even though her eyes were still red, Chloei said.

Mothers who are able to raise their sons on their own are far less fragile than they seem.

Heavier observed her demeanor and made sure her emotions had calmed down, "That's—Mom, I'll be back before dinner." ”

Chloei watched the young man walk out of the room, and in a trance she seemed to see sixteen years ago—she watched Lolanson leave to join the army and never return.

She quickly shook her head.

How could it be? Hevier had always been obedient and would not have anything to do with the army.

"Founder, what are you here for?" Hyvier asked as he walked to a place where no one could easily see him.

Xing Li's figure appeared abruptly like that, and he stretched out his hand, "Follow me to another world." ”

"No, I can't. ”

"Why?"

"I was born for this world, and I must end this turbulent time. Even in the face of a Founder who is higher than God, his attitude has not changed in the slightest.

In other words, you have to open this copy?

Xing Li felt that it was better to play by the rules of the game, and the duty of the Winter Imperial Prince was to "correct the world".

Hevel, who had abandoned this criterion, would have no effect on him.

Although it is possible to allow the number four to modify the server data directly...... Eh, this idea is good!

Xing Li's train of thought involuntarily tilted, and his eyes saw that Heville was a little hairy.

In the end, he gave up on the idea that seemed to be a great deal of relief.

After all, it is to observe the operation of the world to find your own subconscious information, and it is not good to jump the plot. And the reason for the disappearance of those souls...... It also made him very concerned.

- It's definitely not because of the plot outside the game setting that interests him!

Xing Li looked directly at the Imperial Prince of Winter, "What are you going to do?"

"First of all, overthrow the queen who represents tyranny. Havel had apparently thought about the question, more than once, "I need to join the army as someone who can command them enough." ”

Xing Li naturally understood what that identity was - the son of the late General Loranson.

The army, which had made a bend to a remote village, had come in search of Koloai.

Loranson didn't know his wife was pregnant before he left, so they didn't know about Heville's existence for the time being.

The distance from war that Chloei had hoped for would probably never come true.

"It seems that I don't need to interfere?" Xing Li asked knowingly.

Heavier: "You can leave first, and I'll let you know in due course." ”

"Okay, I hope you unify the continent as soon as possible. Xing Li is half regretful that he can't participate in the plot, and half happy that he has enough time to explore the whole continent - to understand the stories and poems that are sung on the land.

Said without any malice - he was looking forward to it.

Hevier watched as the youth melted back into the air and walked to the entrance of the village.

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves mixed with the clash of metal could be heard in the wind.

Even though the world abandoned by the gods has gone to another line, and even the magic of poetry has lost its name, poetry is still passed on throughout the world.

After all - here is also part of the "Barade".

Even the queen, who was famous on the mainland, became a symbol of "tyranny" in the poet's rumors.

When the queen is still strong and beautiful, under your absolute power, everyone bows down to you.

On the occasion of his upcoming birthday, a poem in praise of his beauty was offered—a poet received such an order.

In the presence of the great queen, the poet did not want to let it, "The withered flower is the most beautiful, because it is called the phantom of remembrance—the garden that never decays, blooms forever." ”

"Even a noble and beautiful rose, when she is still a flower, will never reach a withered flower. ”

This made the queen furious, "You fellow, curse me withered, don't you?"

So, the poet, who is known as a genius, is imprisoned in a corner of the cold dungeon and composes his final poems.

The time of execution was near, and the medal of the rose was presented on his chest.

The soldiers in the prison heard his last poem.

The last bell stopped, and the verdict was carried out without mercy.

In the last moment, what emerged from the depths of the poet's memory was the sky of his hometown, the breath of the wind, and the time spent with her who had been separated.

The soldiers told their lovers poems in the streets and alleys, and this nameless poem spread on the mainland.

Xing Li: "So what's the use of telling me this story?"

Number Four pulled through his database, "Because judging from the information that has been obtained, this poet's sister has a big background. ”

"Who?"

"Luna the Hymn - Havestasia's alternate space-time isotope. ”

"She's really persistent enough in love...... Let's get straight up, what did this Luna do?"

Other people's isotopes in different time and space and Xing Li's isotopes are not the same concept at all.

Luna, at the end of the day, is the Haavistaxia of this world line—and it's different after all.