Monday, August 14.

Herwin was watering ash saplings not far from the gate.

Herwin looked up and looked out through the crack in the vine-covered wall, where a faint white figure wandered around, as if she was hesitant to knock on the door.

The witcher put down the kettle in his hand, walked to the gate and opened the iron grille door, and invited:

"Why don't you come in and sit down?"

Enid nodded.

Herwin walked back, and the white-haired knight followed him in silence.

Hara was sitting in a chair reading a novel about knights and princesses, and the moment she saw her, Enid seemed to smile a little, but quickly regained her composure, as if the smile just now was nothing more than an illusion.

Instead of asking Tanya to prepare the tea, Hervin motioned for Enid to wait here for a while, then walked into the basement alone and stood in front of his closet for a moment.

He pondered for a moment between the spirits and the mead, and finally took out the spirits and two glasses.

Without saying a word, Herwin walked back to the living room, placed the wine glass in front of the two of them, and filled them with Haler Gin.

After seeing Herwen's movements, Hara quietly slipped back into the room, and now only Herwin and Enid were left here.

Herwin raised his glass and looked at Enid.

The girl raised her glass a little awkwardly, clinked glasses with Herwin gently, and then poured wine into her mouth as Herwen did.

"Wow!" Enid shouted cheerfully.

She had never felt such a strong stimulus, and her eyes narrowed hazely.

"Gurgling, gurgling. Enid swallowed the whole glass of wine into her stomach and let out a sigh, "Whew!"

Herwin swallowed the glass as well, then picked up the bottle, first filling it for himself, then looking at Enid.

The girl gave a positive look.

Enid had another drink.

Herwin asked:

"What's wrong?"

The girl shook her head, smiled and said:

"Remember when we talked about it a while, when you told me it was part of me, so I accepted it, and it was my power from the beginning. ”

Enid's left eye radiated a strange brilliance:

"I've never felt so good. ”

Hervin shook his head with a smile:

"Of course, everyone likes the taste of giving up. ”

Enid frowned:

"What do you mean?"

Hervin says:

"It's easy and wonderful to wallow in strength, to succumb to fear, to give up on past efforts. ”

Enid said unhappily:

"I didn't give in to anything, I just held the power I had feared. ”

Herwin said that he tapped Enid's breastplate with his fingers, making a crisp sound:

"No, you didn't hold it, it held you, dependence is not control. ”

Enid looked disappointed and stood up to leave:

"I thought we were friends, I thought you could understand me. ”

Herwin filled Enid with liquor:

"Of course I understand you, if I don't understand you, why don't you dare to listen, why do you want to get up and run away. ”

Enid sat down again, looked into Hewen's eyes, and said word by word:

"I didn't run away, I wasn't afraid of anything. ”

Hervin chuckled:

"Even the bravest warrior I've ever met has something to fear, but he can overcome his fears, but it seems you can't. ”

Enid's voice froze:

"You shouldn't provoke the Dragon King. ”

The Fallen Wings continued to expand as Enid's words grew, starting at the shoulders and gradually covering Enid's original armor, making it extremely hideous.

Spiral-shaped, sharp steel spikes grow on the exterior of the armor, warning others not to approach it with a terrifying appearance.

The hedgehog's spiked armor was never used only to protect itself.

"Fallen Wings are a weapon to kill dragons, not petri dishes used to create dragons, which is a ridiculously stupid modification. ”

Enid only heard the words ridiculously stupid, so she reached out her right hand to Hevin's throat.

When Hevin's Adam's apple was only ten centimeters in his claws, he suddenly asked:

"Are we friends?"

Enid stopped, her mouth slightly open.

What the hell is she doing!

"Hervin, I, I don't know, run, take Hera, hurry. Enid's expression showed a brief moment of struggle and pain, "I don't know what I am, my blood is boiling, it's talking to me......"

Enid's expression gradually returned to flatness:

"All those who rebel against the Dragon King deserve to be punished, and I punish you with death. ”

Slowly but surely, the cloudy white substance covered Enid's entire right eye, and began to slowly penetrate his left eye.

Enid continued to hold out her claw-shaped metal gloves at Hervin.

There was endless sadness in the girl's clear left eye, and wet transparent droplets of water crossed her cheeks.

Her own consciousness had begun to blur, but it was unusually clear.

It's not that the King of the White Dragon has replaced her, it's that the King of the White Dragon is slowly merging with her.

Votigan was devouring and encroaching on her soul.

The memories that belonged to her had been squeezed into the most irrelevant place in her mind, and she couldn't even remember her parents, her own name.

But she can vaguely remember the person in front of her, who seems to be her friend?

Or is it her enemy?

But she probably knew that she would be extremely sad and guilty for this person's death, but she didn't ......

But......

But for the supreme White Dragon King, pinching a bug to death was just a trivial matter in her daily life.

She is evil itself, a nightmare entity, a fearful master, the king of many dragons.

The weak gods had to make a detour when they saw her, and the father of the red dragon had to bow his head before him, and half of the continent of Oberia had been ruled by her.

Her roar can silence everything, her flames can put volcanoes to shame, her breath can make winter come, and her eyes can kill mortals.

Enid looked at Herwin, who was nothing more than a rude bug who would tear it to shreds, swallow it in her mouth, and then snatch back her throne.

Herwin took a sip of his drink.

When he first saw the girl today, Hervin noticed something terrible.

Someone has modified the Fallen Wings in an attempt to use it to create a white dragon.

It's like carving the stars in the sky as ordinary rocks.

This was undoubtedly a failed transformation, and instead of creating a dragon, it called for a dragon.

A dragon that is the second most evil in the world.

White Dragon Vantigeng.

The power and part of the soul of the Evil King have become one with the Fallen Wings, and they are deeply rooted in Enid's body.

Even King Arthur himself could barely pull the Fallen Wings away from Enid's body, but the girl would be as weak as if she had been pulled out of her bones, and she would not have a few years left to live.

And now in Inlands, there is no one who can separate the Fallen Wings without killing Enid.

Except for its caster himself.