Sivin is gone......

After a long time, the stagnant air rippled again, as if a stone was thrown into the calm lake, and a slender figure broke through the barrier of space and came to this land of right and wrong.

She looked at the messy land and shores, her waist-length silver hair fluttering freely in the sea breeze and the magical tides.

Didn't fly in the air like Mordret or Joan of Arc in Black, but it was amazing that the new women were able to walk on the surface of the water without a hint of magic fluctuations.

Fleur Delacul, her bright blue eyes seemed to become a little darker. She raised her right hand and waved it gently back and forth in the air, as if trying to hold something in the air.

Soon those present knew what her action was for, and Joan of Arc, Mordrete, and Serana, who was still silent, all fell to the ground and surrounded her.

In addition to them, even Joan of Arc, who was frozen by Serana, and Morgan Le Fay, who was peeping in the distance, appeared. It didn't even take a second movement, and the seemingly indestructible ice crystals that surrounded Joan of Arc scattered silently all over the ground.

Without the slightest ability to resist, and without even feeling the fluctuations of space, each of them has the ability to reach the ceiling of this world's ability, or at least be able to see the existence of the ceiling.

Raising his head, his blue eyes swept over Alduin in the air, and Fleur's lips opened slightly: "Leave this world." ”

As the demon god and highest combat power of the Tamrel continent, Alduin tensed his whole body and took a deep breath, but he didn't even have a chance to let him publish the villain's classic exit line.

It's not a spatial rule at all, the tens of thousands of meters of body that Oduin has just recovered, and the body of the demon god that covers the sky and the sun turned into clouds and smoke in an instant.

The howling wind blew away the torrent of magic in the air, and the tense battlefield revealed the clear sky in an instant, and the sun poured down again.

In a blink of an eye, everyone on the scene appeared in the classical restaurant. Layers of crystal lamps illuminated the room, and on the long table in the center of the room were plates and silver knives and forks that were polished to reflect everyone's face.

Sitting quietly in their seats, everyone was fixed to their seats after entering the room, on the one hand, from the pressure of the strange woman, on the other hand, each of them was inextricably linked to the missing Xiwen, and they needed some time to calm down.

"French vegetable soup~" Wearing homely soft-soled shoes, Fleur held the enamel container and gently placed it in front of the black and white Joan of Arc, who were sitting side by side.

"He was busy doing this before, and he wanted to apologize to you, and he said to me, since the girl has a grudge in her heart, let her vent for a while. "When I opened the lid gently, there was no golden glow, but there was a continuous aroma of vegetables and pork meat that had been carefully cooked for hours.

Joan of Arc seemed to remain silent, while Joan of Arc looked tremblingly at the French vegetable soup on the table, as Morgan Le Fay had done for her when she was a village girl, like the smell that a maiden who had entered the Europa Palace for the first time had enjoyed at the banquet of His Majesty the Emperor.

Classic French dishes, as well as rare ingredients from different planes, quickly fill the table.

As if remembering something, Fleur looked at Mordret and Morgan Le Fay sitting on the other side, and she clapped her hands gently, as the most profound of the divine arts, she would also use the "Thousand People and Thousand Faces".

This spell is that Xiwen can show different looks in front of different people, even in the same scene, for example, when the French saw him as the Emperor of Europa when he was in Nicoleme's house, and Fleur saw Xiwen.

The image of the silver-haired girl in front of her was blurred for a while and then suddenly changed completely, dressed in silver-white soft armor like home clothes, the long golden hair tied into a ponytail naturally hung down behind her head, and the only place where her emerald eyes swept was the majesty that made people surrender, and the only thing that didn't match was that a strand of hair swayed slightly on the top of her forehead.

"Father......" Mordret's thoughts returned to the woman in front of her from Xiwen, even if fifteen hundred years had passed, and even she dared to say that even if it had been ten thousand years, she would never forget the voice and smile of the person in front of her.

"You're doing a great job, Mo. Also, long time no see, Morgan. ”

Fleur glanced at the black and white Joan of Arc of the twins sitting there, it was really familiar, including the breath on Mordret's body, it turned out that Morgan Le Fay was referring to the soul from that King Arthur when she gave birth to them.

Hibiscus cut open the barbecue in front of her, carefully cooked, the sharp blade was as comfortable as a hot knife cutting butter, and the thin slices of roast meat that still seemed to emit the sizzling sound of cooking were placed on everyone's plate by Hibiscus.

The bright red sour jam removes the grease from the roast and adds a fresh fruity sweetness.

Well...... Except for Fleur, who was unable to eat because she had to entertain everyone present, only Mordret, who was sitting next to Morgan Le Fay, began to enjoy the feast.

"It's just you, not only did he not expect you to go, but even I did not expect it. There was no special meal for Serana, but Fleur still prepared some elaborate presentations for her.

Serana's body was like an old-fashioned TV with a bad signal, and suddenly there was some shaking, and there were even a few snowflakes-like noise. Even the color of the body and clothing has become a little lighter.

Scarlet eyes, bright as rubies, stared at Fleur.

"Deora Regina,

Artoria Pendragon,

Manhi,

Flemban Delacour. Familiar and unfamiliar names attracted the attention of everyone present, and they looked at Serana and Fleur, as if they felt a mysterious aura spreading between the two of them.

As a vampire, crying is a luxury, but two lines of scarlet blood tears flowed from the corners of Serana's eyes, and she gently rubbed the edge of the plate, looking down to try to see her reflection on the plate, an image that looked unreal and made her not have a trace of reality.

A broken smile appeared on the face of the vampire princess who had survived for two epochs in a row, but remained cold and indifferent most of the time.

"We're all just a wisp of your soul, aren't we, Sigumo. ”

There was no hatred, no resentment, and the tone was as bland as stating what we had for dinner.