Late at night, somewhere in the castle of the Grand Duke of Aster.

In the moonlight, the whole castle was brightly colored, and the banquet was long over, and even the servants who were responsible for cleaning up the mess had already rested.

Except for a few rooms with lights on, the castle was silent.

In a room where the lights had long since been extinguished, a man was leaning against the window, looking at the loneliness outside, his wine glass long gone.

"Victory......"

The hair on his forehead swayed slightly with the night breeze, and the man turned his head to look at the lovely child who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

That's Princess Rivendell.

Her Royal Highness the Princess's cheeks were red, and she spread her hands a little irregularly, and the long skirt on her body had long since faded, leaving only the light gauze underneath.

And the man, Greyius shook his head and sighed softly.

"I'm still too young. ”

He didn't spend a good night with Princess Rivendell as most people guessed, in fact, after three rounds of drinking, the **** little princess was already drunk, so Greyius took her back to the room very gentlemanly.

As expected, Princess Rivendell almost fell asleep on the bed, leaving Greyius to shake his head helplessly, drinking and reading alone.

Greyius reminisced about the battles of the past, and a feeling of loneliness rose in his heart.

Except for his fellow saints, the rest of his comrades have died in battle after battle, and he is the only one who walks alone.

Looking at this little princess from the elven court, Greyius thought to himself, how long can she accompany him?

At this time, an extremely subtle ripple rippled in the space, causing Greyios to frown slightly.

"How does that feel?"

This familiar power fluctuation was fleeting, but it did not escape Greyios's perception, but he thought for a moment, and finally did not investigate it carefully.

"It's time to rest. ”

Greyius said to himself, moving his body, lifting the quilt for Princess Rivendell, and then walked to the sofa chair beside him.

......

Lawson's room.

Tia yawned, she was full of wine and food, and she looked quite lazy in her nightgown.

She has just taken a hot bath, her hair is still a little **, and a few strands of long black hair stick to her face, which makes her a little charming that does not match her age.

"So, what's the matter?"

She said, holding a cup of hot chocolate, the mellow fragrance that permeated the room, intoxicating.

Tia looked at Lawson, who was sitting in a chair next to her.

It was late at night, and Tia, after finishing the banquet, snuck into the nobles' bar, and continued to eat and drink while inquiring for information, and did not return to her room until a short time ago, when she heard Rosen's knock on the door.

"I found some clues. ”

Rosen said, still wearing the same clothes as he had worn for the banquet, and after returning Ain to his room, he wandered around the castle again, getting a rough idea of the structure of the place, and searching for traces of the monster by the way.

Rightfully of course, without the slightest progress, the monster seemed to be frightened by Lawson, hid in a corner, and never appeared again.

But Rosen still needs to exchange information with Tia.

"First of all, I was attacked by monsters at night. ”

"Oh yo. ”

Tia immediately came to her senses and leaned over.

Rosen told Tia about all the monsters he had encountered, and all the traces he had found, and of course, some passages about Al in had been redacted.

"There's nothing particularly noteworthy on my side, oh yes, I've had a little chat with Cecilia, and I'm sure we'll get a satisfactory answer tomorrow if we go to their help. ”

After listening to Rosen's words, Tia also said.

"Also, about the silver traces you said......

Tia naturally noticed the special feature in Rosen's words, although she didn't think of anything at first, but soon, she also had a few guesses.

"I feel like it might be ......"

It's late at night, but the lights are still not out.

......

Al Yin lay on the bed, tossing and turning.

What happened today was something she had never experienced in her previous ten years of life.

Whether it was the stunned and sour feeling, or the ignorant throbbing of the fawn, even if he encountered the monster that seemed very dangerous, it did not prevent Ain's girl's heart from gradually fermenting.

Thinking about it, she blushed unconsciously, buried her head in the light quilt, and kept rolling.

"Is this the ...... ...... at first sight"

Before the last word could be spoken, Ain's voice was too small to be heard.

"No, no, no, no. ”

She shook her head vigorously, banishing the thoughts from her mind.

Aine knew that before he was a girl, he was a knight and a warrior who took the lead.

Since the beginning of the war, Ain has been on the battlefield several times, facing the Chaos army, and his hands have long been stained with the blood of countless Chaos monsters.

She knew quite well what the so-called war was all about.

People die meaninglessly, even if they are unparalleled in combat skills, they may also die under the baptism of artillery fire, on the battlefield, the word "tomorrow" has a heavier meaning, everyone you meet today may die tomorrow, and even yourself, may not be able to see the sun the next day.

Therefore, people in this era are also more open and enthusiastic, and men and women are boldly pursuing their own hearts, hoping to be able to experience more in their short lives.

Ain knew that maybe tomorrow, the people attending today's dinner would need to go to the front line, and for them, maybe this would be the last feast.

And what about herself?

Aine didn't know when she would die on the battlefield, so she had never thought about anything like that, for Ain in the past, the teacher Greyius was everything, and she could give everything to the teacher.

But now it's different.

For the first time, Ain regretted that he was not born into a noble family, that he could not enjoy a safe and comfortable life, and that he could not pursue what he wanted like the aristocratic daughters he used to scoff.

"Alas......"

Al Yin sighed.

The communication between people will reduce the intensity of human beings.

This was told to her by a certain swordsman in the past, who was alone, walked with a sword, and only lost only one battle when he met Graysius.

"What the hell should I do? ”

Al Yin looked out the window, at the starry night sky, and asked her heart.

The encounter with Rosen seems to mean more than that.

Thinking about something he hadn't thought about in the past ten years, Ain Gransnow undoubtedly lost sleep.