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She could feel the strangeness - her position didn't change, everything just now seemed like a dream - whether it was the chaotic sensations that remained in her consciousness, or the images.

Fitnair didn't quite calm down, and in the process of breathing, she found herself in her mind replaying the sounds uncontrollably, trying to get herself back into the picture again, even getting closer and closer to the black mist.

Help me......

I don't want to stay there anymore......

Who's going to save me......

It's horrible......

Even if it is destroyed, there will be no peace......

……

It was all dangerous—it slowly enveloped Fitney's mind, and the reason in her mind was squeezed out little by little, and her face turned pale, and her hands clung tightly to the chair, even as her nails rolled and the flesh of her fingertips blurred—she had a strange premonition that if she was carried away by that emotion, she would disappear completely.

"Get out." At that moment, she heard a majestic voice ringing in her ears, and the sound made her eyes bloom, and a black shadow emerged from her body, and then the young man opposite clenched his fists at the black shadow.

Sand......

Fitnair watched as the dark shadow dissipated—it was what he had seen in the depths of Aesop's forest, and what had been in his "dream" just now.

"That's ...... What's ......" Fitney looked at the empty front in a daze, still a little incredulous.

"Those who know it call it the Black Mist Ghost, as you can see." Ed said.

"Is that a ghost?" Fitney asked.

"Not exactly—there's no such thing as a ghost in reality."

Black Mist—a word that Fitnair is familiar with, it has been mentioned many times, it is the closest thing to the essence, yet there is an aura close to evil buried in it, but it is not exactly like that.

"I saw something." Fitney said again.

"No one can give you any reference, because no one can be targeted by the Black Mist Ghost and survive by contact." Ed's words made Fitney's face even paler.

Instead of feeling lucky for herself, she felt that the situation was full of weirdness.

"Lornay, so you...... It's a monster, too. The corners of Ed's mouth curled, and Fitney felt that the smile was full of sarcasm.

Fitnair felt very tired, but she did not close her eyes, and kept them open, as if she was thinking, as if she was worried. Or maybe it's because of Ed's words.

The carriage kept moving forward, and Ed sat across from him, and he even closed his eyes—and Fitney glanced at him, and saw that his pale face, the peculiar ocean-like eyes that were closed no longer filled Fitney's vigilance, and a few strands of soft black hair fell on his cheeks, and he slept very quietly and softly.

But Fitnair only glanced at him, and leaned to the side, still keeping his eyes open.

"Don't be afraid, it won't be there anymore - the 'ruins' are far away, rest." As the minutes ticked by, Fitney suddenly heard Ed's voice in the quiet environment, his voice devoid of any emotion, just a very calm word.

Fitney was silent for a moment, tilted his head to the side, and changed his position.

"The appearance of the Black Mist Ghost requires a lair, the so-called 'ruins', it is not many, and it is now far away from those places." Ed said again.

Fitnair never believed in any comfort, what she needed was an explanation, and it was enough—she was willing to close her eyes after hearing the words, and as soon as she closed them, exhaustion quickly brought her to sleep.

Ed opened his eyes at this time, and he looked deeply at Fitney, dark and unfathomable.

When Fitney opened her eyes again, she didn't know how much time had passed, and Ed wasn't in the carriage - she moved her arms to feel better.

She opened the curtains and found that it had stopped, and there was a bonfire outside the carriage, and Ed was sitting by it.

"Are you hungry?" Ed saw Fitney open the curtains, didn't look up, just said.

Ed, who had gone from nowhere, had gotten two rabbits and set them up on a pile of wood with great skill - they could not have been forest branches in Rose May, only that he had brought them with him, and perhaps the rabbit meat as well.

"No, I'll bring my own food." Fitney said.

But Fitnair stepped out of the carriage anyway—perhaps feeling a little cold, and she sat down across from Eddard, the fire warming her a little.

Fitnair looked at the rabbit meat in Ed's hand—surprisingly skilled at it, the rabbit fat oozing out, roasted to a golden brown, and with an enticing aroma—Fitnair could smell many spices, and could tell that he was very professional in this regard.

"Didn't you think I'd do this?" Ed said.

Fitnair didn't speak, but she did have such doubts.

"The Grand Duke of Ansendir in the Duchy of Ansendir was very strict with his children - I was thrown into the Aesop Forest when I was ten years old, and I would only be given the surname Ansendier if I returned alive a year later." Ed said, "That's what I learned back then. ”

"He's just training some emotionless machine." Fitney said.

"Any harshness has its reasons - you don't deny it, do you? The so-called love is just a storybook and the naïve story of the inferior masses. ”

Eddard spoke without any emotion, calmly stating what had happened to him.

"Why stay here." Fitney said.

"Provide time for ladies to rest." Ed rightfully so.

"Is anyone going through here?" How could Fitney believe Ed-she looked at the unwavering face, and there was only one conjecture left.

Ed laughed without saying a word, and just then, an explosion sounded in the distant forest.

"The forest of Rose May is not dead and silent, there are still some creatures, some terrifying creatures polluted by the Black Mist Ghost." Ed whispered, "I think you probably know about this?" ”

Fitney didn't speak, but stood up and looked around, trying to find the source of the sound.

"Shouldn't it be the best thing you think to watch all this change calmly?" Ed didn't stop her, just said slowly.

"Looks like I'm still underestimating you." Fitnair said as he stared at him.

"It's too late to realize that."

Fitney stopped talking, she wasn't going to be angry with Ed—according to his words—apparently he had done these things, and why Fitney didn't know why, but it had nothing to do with her. She didn't have to help either side.

She wasn't stupid enough to help a stranger out of a bad feeling for a person.