I appeared in the magnificent hall. Under the glare of the lights, I saw Lomanov gushing.

In the corner, Darsha pinched the hem of her skirt behind the curtain, and Yurrich, in a suit and leather shoes, comforted her.

Despite his young age, Daxia's dark red hair was draped over his shoulders. Her white floral dress was too short, the heel was too high for a seven or eight-year-old child to adapt to, and the style was too mature.

But Daxia only shook twice, and did not fall down, and his expression was a little uncomfortable.

"You should be able to adapt to it, right?" Yurrich couldn't help but reach out and hold Darsh. Darsha screamed and grumbled softly.

Although Darsha was a little uncomfortable, he didn't say it. Jurrich looked sorry but couldn't do anything, he looked at Darsha and smiled, "You're really beautiful today. ”

"Really...... Really...... "Darsha's look...... It looks nervous and nervous.

Yurrich looked nervous. He glanced in a certain direction, lowered his voice and said to me, "Mark is in the garden, you can catch up." ”

"What...... Catch up......" Daxia looked...... He looks shy.

"Remember what that auntie taught me in the morning."

"But that ...... It's embarrassing......"

Daxia turned around, bowed his head shyly, and grabbed the hem of his skirt with one hand, looking squirming and pinching.

I don't understand what the hell they're doing here, why Darsha only wears so little when it's cold. Following Yurrich's finger, I saw the shadow of the window flicker.

"You have to succeed!" Yurrich grabbed Darsh's shoulder, "You're the Red Princess!" I know you're not used to it, but it doesn't really matter! There are firsts, aren't they? ”

"Alright, well, I know," Darsha was a little impatient, "I know, he's Uncle Viladimore's adopted son...... But I don't understand, why am I spying on that Makyebka? ”

"You're not spying on him!" Yurrich said. Under the light, he looked a little uncomfortable.

"Forget it, I'll do my best." Darsha let out a light breath and left with small steps.

Yurrich listened to the sound of Dasha's footsteps, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

I suddenly understood...... When I first met Darsha, Lomanov had been planning for a long time......

Because I think about it, this should ...... It was the last banquet I had to escape......

This scene vanished, and before I knew it, another scene was reassembled.

Darsha was in the prime minister's office, and Yurrich stood next to Lomanov. Lomanov's expression was embarrassed, and Darsha seemed to be begging Lomanov.

"I'm sorry, Dad. Really—" Darsha kept crying, trying to comfort her, but couldn't interject, "Can you change your mind, Makjebka...... I don't feel it at all! ”

"Listen to me......" Lomanov tried to comfort her, "Makjebka is the only descendant of your Uncle Verradimo, if you can ......"

"Father, I don't do 'swallow'......"

The Prime Minister looked unmoved.

"You're not a swallow!" Lomanov frowned, "That word is terrible. ”

"That's what I'm doing," Darsha said, with tears on his face, "Makjebka is good, but he's too cold to me. ”

Lomanov looked at Yurrich and whispered, "Try to make him enthusiastic about you." ”

This time it was the scene where Daxia came to see me off before I left for the Storm Team. I don't want to watch it again because I can't forget the bits and pieces of that meeting......

The scene transitions to the evening. Wearing a nightgown with his arms crossed, Daxia stood at the door of the bedroom, in front of his former personal bodyguard, Major Kareva.

"I heard that if I don't open the door, you're going to kill yourself here, so that's why I'm going to get the door."

"I'm so sorry...... I didn't try to lie to you, and I don't know...... The prime minister will change his mind ......"

"Don't make excuses!" Darsha's voice was devoid of sympathy, "I've put up with that guy for years!" I couldn't believe it, I still wanted to talk to him. Daddy's plan is bigger than I am – and voila! You don't even deny it! ”

Poor Major Kaleva. She just opened her mouth, said nothing, and closed it again.

"I can't pretend anymore. It's his business what Dad wants to do, and I don't want to get involved. ”

"Daxia, I didn't mean to ......"

"- Lie to me? But you want me to get close to Makjebka, even if I don't like him? ”

Lieutenant Colonel Kareva was still desperately looking for an excuse, and Dasha looked at her contemptuously, then turned and went back.

"I see, Major Kareva...... At the time, you were actually ...... Atonement. ”

This time there was a picture of the hospital, and Dasha sat crampedly in front of Lomanov's bed.

"Makjebka is too stubborn! He was so arrogant, so cold as a soldier that he wouldn't even look me in the eye. I wonder if he's ......"

"Normal, my Dasha," Lomanov looked up from Pravda, "and it's no wonder. He is younger than you, and he has suffered major accidents. But he just saved you, so you better bear with it. By the way, what did Mark tell you? ”

"Didn't say anything. It sounded like he hadn't mentioned Uncle Villadimore, he had always been at peace and had never been in contact with the children of his uncles. Dasha changed angles and looked at Lomanov's face from the side.

"Oh?" Lomanov asked, "If he invites you in the future, will you help him?" ”

"Of course not," Darsha shook his head, firmly, "I won't fall in love with him." ”

I followed Dasha out of the Black Sea sanatorium. Yurrich then appeared, following behind Darsh, surrounded by more than a dozen agents......

The latter waved his hand, and the agent poured out.

I noticed that Darsha breathed a sigh of relief.

The sight outside the Black Sea sanatorium vanished. Now the clones of Yuri and Daxia, facing the morning light, stroll on the walls of Yuri's temple.

"By the way, do you know...... Why did I make you? Yuri asked me suddenly.

Apparently, the clone didn't understand.

"I don't know, Your Majesty. To me, he's nothing more than an indifferent ......."

It was just a façade, and it was as if there was a burning fire in his heart. As long as you help him as much as you can, his mental defenses will eventually soften. ”

"But......" the clone hesitated, "maternal memories show...... No progress......"

"It's not a question of the amount of progress left behind. I'm running out of time, and I hope he will come here on time to inspire his power. ”

"You seem to have high expectations for that coalition soldier. But he hates you to the core, and he has the strength to defeat an S-Class Mind Engineer! ”

"Mark is actually very troubled by this," Yuri said, "and he's actually lived with the pain of having this ability for years." ”

They returned to the dark temple. Yuri sat with his feet crossed, and the Dasha clone sat quietly, and Yuri spoke slowly.

"Mark doesn't need to know until the last minute, until the last time necessary. Otherwise, how would he have the courage to do what he had to do? ”

"So what is he...... What to do? What is my mission lurking around him? ”

Yuri took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"You don't have to give me his information. You don't need to tell me anything about Lomanov's actions, I know the fat man to anyone other than Jena. You just need to do the role that Darsha should be and become a true lover who really cares about him, is considerate of him, and is worthy of the name. You are the only one who can make Makyebka feel warm, you just need to disobey Lomanov's orders and really fall in love with him, it is enough. ”

I looked like I was in the middle of a long tunnel, looking at the two men on the other end. They were so far away from me, and the sound that echoed in my ears was so unfamiliar.

After a long silence, the clone of Daxia spoke, "I didn't expect it...... My mission would have been to seduce Markyebuka. ”

"It's not about seducing him, it's about touching him, so that he can feel warm around him even when he's tired," Yuri closed his eyes slightly, "My connection with him is growing like crazy. Sometimes I even think that Mark himself has doubted that he may have guessed the truth, and that he will come at all costs to verify it. ”

After saying that, Yuri suddenly opened his eyes.

The final picture is the Prime Minister's office. Lomanov faced the window behind him, and Darsha, a clone of Darshya, dressed in military uniform, pushed the door open and walked into the office.

"Father, I'm back," Darsha smiled excitedly, "is there something wrong with you?" ”

"Of course there is! My daughter, how could you want to join the army! Or join that ...... Damn Makjebka's troops......"

"Mark doesn't give a damn!" Daxia interrupted indignantly. Seriously, I would have been touched if I didn't know it was a clone.

"Well, that guy named Makjebka, don't think I don't know, you have feelings for him! Are you really in love with him? ”

"Questions?" Darsha asked contemptuously, "Don't forget, you were the one who brought me close to him in the first place. Is there a more effective way to get close to Marka now than to be his comrade-in-arms and accompany him day and night? ”

"I know, I know." Lomanov replied perfunctorily, as if a little dissatisfied,

"Listen, kid. You've changed a lot since you came back from London. You couldn't have fallen in love with Makyebka before, with your conditions, there are many options better than him, that Lin Shuzhi ......"

"Thank you, father. But I don't look down on any of those gentlemen. Darsha turned his back to the Prime Minister and said, "What use do they have to me?" Father, I am a human being, not a tool of yours. I was captured by Yuri's forces in London, and when I was dying, there was no one to save me except Mark Yebka. Whether it's you, or that Lin Shuzhi. Don't think I don't know, when we were four years old, you betrothed us to Uncle Villadimore, without any consideration for our feelings, didn't you? ”

Darsha walked out of the Prime Minister's office with neat steps, and I was awakened from Darsha's memory. After a few moments, he found himself still sitting on the couch in front of Yuri, as if Darsha had just left the room.