When the black-haired wizard walked out of the council hall, he found that it was already evening.

The nobles and councillors who walked out of the hall one after another, there was no lack of surprise, or surprise to look at the wizarding advisor of His Highness Brandon, and the unbelievable color was painted on almost every face.

And the eyes of the Charn family and the people of the Holy Cross Church are also full of indignation, and the anger in their pupils seems to be able to pierce the back of this black-haired wizard, and it is difficult to calm the anger in their hearts even if they pierce him through the heart.

Admiring, resentful, surprised, disdainful...... The endless stream of people, accompanied by the same pair of eyes with different looks, but Loren, who had an indifferent expression, couldn't see any reaction on his face, and didn't care.

Crystal droplets of water fell from the dome red by the setting sun, causing the black-haired wizard to instinctively raise his head.

It's raining......

In less than half an hour, the rain had already fallen from the sky and fell above the towering and isolated Heavenly Dome Palace.

In the dripping rain, the black-haired wizard raised the corners of his mouth and walked tiredly, whether in awe or resentment, the crowd around him subconsciously made way for him.

The thin figure, between the rain and the empty palace, is extremely lonely.

Step by step, the expressionless Loren walked straight under his feet.

Crowds, palaces, promenades, rain ...... At the end of the road, the figure that was also standing in the rain appeared at the end of his line of sight.

The smile on the black-haired wizard's lips began to become playful.

A long starched white dress that looks gorgeous but has long been washed, a thin and small body, messy red hair, and a pair of heavy and old black-framed glasses...... Loren couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Why?" Although he already knew the answer, the black-haired wizard couldn't help but ask.

"Not everything has a reason, Lord Loren. After the rain-soaked frames, Lena de Salion's eyes were calm and calm: "I just fulfilled the agreement between us, is it worth such a surprise?"

"Of course it's worth it. ”

The two figures standing in the rain, surrounded by only the empty palace and the rain falling from the sky, their red and dark pupils, looked at each other meaningfully.

"From the moment I met Isaac Grantham, it was a trap you set... The purpose is to make me trust you with all my heart - casinos, big gambles, assassinations, taverns, debts... Nothing less. ”

The black-haired wizard sighed lightly, "Before I got the news of Lussac's death, I didn't suspect you for a moment... Miss Lena, your plan has been a great success. ”

"But... Still failed. The girl said lightly: "Can you tell me, how did you find out?"

"A friend's words woke me up - if you want to be trusted by others, you must first trust others wholeheartedly... On the other hand, if you want to betray someone, you must first trust each other. Loren looked at her meaningfully:

"So, really... It's fake. ”

After a moment, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the girl's face.

"Miss Lena de Salion, you are a side branch of the royal family, in other words, you must know more than we outsiders... For you, the so-called debts, titles, fiefdoms, and other things that will bother ordinary people will never be trouble. ”

"There's no why, just because your last name is de Salion... The dragon's roar is still hovering over the Empire for a day, and you'll never have to worry about it. ”

"What is it that really appeals to you that you are willing to take risks to do this kind of thing?"

"If you think about it, it's actually very simple... Freely. Speaking of this, even Loren himself chuckled:

"For the freedom not to be forced to marry;"

"For the freedom to choose your own life;"

"In order to be able to pursue the truth of the world, as every wizard does, without fearing the freedom of being accused by the Church;"

"In order to be a real de Salion, rather than to be free to be manipulated at will by a group of nobles and wealthy merchants;"

"For these... You're willing to take a big gamble. The black-haired wizard looked at her indifferently and stepped forward step by step:

"To become the crown prince of the Empire, a pawn in the hands of Conrad de Salion... I'm sorry to say it so bluntly, because I really can't imagine a second person other than him, who can balance so many forces at the same time. ”

The black-rimmed glasses with a gloomy look did not speak, still just curled the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly:

"What is there to be sorry for?"

"Huh?" Loren paused.

"You guessed it right... Before you arrived in the Imperial Capital, Conod approached me and promised me enough freedom and permission from the Church to study the occult and alchemy without constraint. ”

The girl raised the corners of her mouth desolately: "It's realistic, right... Always pretending to be amazing, in fact, it's no different from those muddy guys, and it's just a snobbish ordinary person. ”

"No, I think you're smart. ”

"Huh?"

"But anyone in their right mind should understand that Brandon has no chance of winning against Conod at all...... Joining the crown prince was a very sensible and sober choice, and I am afraid that I would make the same choice if I were to put myself in your shoes. ”

Loren smiled slightly: "Just betraying a few unlucky people who are so strange that they are not even friends, what kind of guilt can there be?"

"Is that a mockery?" Lena raised an eyebrow.

"Barely count, after all, you chose to be on our side in the end. The black-haired wizard shrugged, "Can you tell me why?"

"You really want to know that?"

"Otherwise... If you're going to go around in circles, I don't have much to say. Pretending to sigh helplessly, seeing Loren laughing with black-haired glasses and flattened his mouth as Brandon looked: "Only this thing, I still can't figure it out." ”

"Can't it be that my conscience has found it, and I'm ready to fulfill the agreement between us?"

"To someone else, perhaps. Loren chuckled and quipped, "But to Lena de Salion... No way. ”

"What a cold and direct guy. ”

The girl complained and muttered, but finally laughed directly, the poignant rain made the thin figure more beautiful, and the long red hair was like a fairy dancing in the rain.

"I'll help you... It's because of this!"

After a moment's hesitation, Black-rimmed Glasses threw the wand in his arms to the black-haired wizard, who looked incredulous at Black-rimmed Glasses trotting to him with his hands behind his back and tiptoeing in disbelief.

"Isaac?!"

"What's the matter, can't you?" the girl cocked her chin with a look of course.

"Are you kidding?!"

"Who is kidding you fool with a thief's heart and no guts, my Lord Viscount Loren Turin!" The smile in the black-rimmed glasses became more triumphant, and he smiled even more happily:

"Isaac told me... You are the only best friend he has in this life, and if I betray you, it will be tantamount to betraying him, and it will make him very, very entangled. ”

"Uh......" Loren's expression was even more inexplicable, and a fake smile froze on his face: "Tangled?"

"That's right, because he likes me...... I remember saying, 'Although he is a gifted genius, and a genius who transcends ordinary people's ethics and morals, he is also unable to get rid of the limitations of being a human being, and will develop a liking for the opposite sex at a certain time in his life cycle'. ”

"......" Loren Turin.

For him, the only person of the opposite sex who can make his body react and arouse his curiosity during this time period is Lena de Salion. The black-rimmed glasses raised an eyebrow:

"Well, are you satisfied with this answer?"

"This... Even if it's a love letter, do you think it's convincing?" the corners of Loren's mouth twitched.

"Of course, this is what I've heard... The most romantic declaration of love. The girl closed her eyes and curled the corners of her mouth: "Isn't it enough that it is not interests, not status, not wealth and freedom, and even all rights and meanings, but purely from the respect, recognition and favor of one individual to another?"

“............ Shouldn't I thank you?"

"No, the person you should be thankful for is Isaac Grantham. The girl's red lips trembled slightly, and she spoke softly:

"Of course, you should thank me even more... But don't tell him, or Isaac will be jealous. ”