"But I don't have a choice. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Greid looked at Fitney, his tone slow but firm, "Lornay, after leaving Starlight, do you have a place where you can go?"

"Nope. Fitney paused, "But I can't seem to get out of here." ”

"There is no time left - it's a shame. Greider was calm, even if he thought his words should have a tone of regret - Fitney noticed that Grede's eyes had been looking at the river, and his golden eyes were stained with a sapphire sheen, "The depths of the starry sky, if only you could reach the depths of the starry sky." ”

Fitnair didn't understand what Grede was talking about, she frowned, and walked over to Greid—Grede's appearance made her feel a little worried—she always felt that Grede's performance at this point overlapped with something.

With his back to the direction of the light, Greid was shrouded in the shadow brought by Fitney, and his eyes were no longer covered by the blue of the river, but by the haze: "Mr. Greid, what's wrong with you?"

"When Lonai left the family, he didn't have time to touch the world of true nobility...... Have you ever wondered what kind of world it is? Instead of answering her questions, Greid asked her some questions.

You know, almost everyone thinks Greid is a maverick.

Greid voluntarily went to the most chaotic realm to govern, did something beyond the authority of the nobility, and inexplicably "died", where it was very likely to perish.

During his time with Greid, Fitney thought that Grede was very much in line with his former vision, a weak idealist - all who walked in the face of pressure were weak, that was relative, and he should have had a tremendous energy that almost no one could match.

But those energies were gone, and Fitney saw only a gentle one here.

That impression had taken shape in his mind, but Greid was trying to break it—so suddenly that Fitney couldn't understand what he was trying to do.

"People are always full of strife, and the strifes of the nobility are the most dangerous and the most desirable to stay away from. "I don't know why you want to say this to me at this time, I just think that what you have done is very admirable—the governance of the Shavrin realm should be something that everyone will praise." ”

"No...... I don't want to ask about that. I don't regret what I've done, Lornais. What I want to ask is......" Greider shook his head, denying Fitney's assumptions, "have you ever thought about it...... Back to that world. ”

Back in a world that Fitney had clearly thought was full of strife? Fitney thought the idea was odd, and it shouldn't have been suggested by someone like Greid.

What the hell happened to him?

"I don't know, sir—your questions are beyond my control, and if I get out of there, I'm doomed to be ostracized there. Fitney frowned.

"Lornay...... I really don't want to be a girl, you remind me of my sisters...... I rarely see them because I was already in Shevrin when they were born. The first letter they wrote to me was to get a doll from a special Schaeflin – so they wrote me in an unfamiliar tone, and that was the first time I 'knew' them. They are very similar to many aristocratic girls, they will try their best to fight for what they want, rather than thinking about other factors. ”

"Your Highness. "They are princesses—they deserve the glory of equal status." ”

Greid shook his head: "The power of the Wyzdem family is no less than that of the royal family, but you have not received the glory you deserve at this time. ”

Fitney had nothing to say.

"So, what about those conditions aside? Ronnay, going back to that world would be the best decision. Greid smiled wryly, "I'm going too far, saying that." ”

Fitney still didn't speak, her eyes a little dazed.

Why did Greid say these things to her? That was her first thought, and then she thought, why did she go back? Why...... Can she really go back? But what can she do when she goes back?

"I want to ...... I can go and think about it. Fitney sighed.

"I told you, Lornais, there's no time left. ”

Greid's words brought Fitney's attention back to Greid—Greid's face didn't have too much of a frost to identify age, but when he looked deeply, he found a crack.

Fitney felt that she could not understand all this.

"What are you talking about......" Fitney subconsciously said.

"The Word of God is a good book. Greid's words are still confusing.

Before Fitney could continue to ask, Grede had slowly stretched out his hand, which was surprisingly powerful.

"Whether you go back to that world or not, never be influenced by emotions and don't change yourself because of it...... Especially...... Wrath. Greid's voice was steady, and Fitney only saw him farther and farther away.

She was pushed into the river!

The river was shallow, but Fitney felt the coldness envelop her, and she couldn't utter a syllable, only to watch herself sink deeper and deeper.

"Come out. Greid watched as Fitney disappeared from sight, still in his wheelchair, and spoke slowly.

If Fitney was still here, she would have been surprised by the sudden appearance of this person.

Her name is Christie, and she was the one who once "caused" quite a riot when Fitney was enrolled.

"You deceived her, if she had known about it...... Although this world is based on the alchemy items made by Liteta, the person who can provide the magic of this world is actually you, and maybe she won't trust you so much. Christie looked at him, "You even knew she was from House Wizdem and didn't debunk her - sometimes I don't understand you." ”

"You're the granddaughter of old Henryd, aren't you? Grede turned his head and glanced at her.

"It's so grateful, you remember my grandfather. ”

"He is an enemy to be looked out for, but not an enemy to be admired. Greid continued, "Is he okay?"

"He's been dead for a long time. Christie walked up to him, "Mr. Greid, you shouldn't have been an enemy of the Duchy of Ansendil, you know, you shouldn't have had that position. ”

"It's not you who can kill me, Christie. Greider said.