"How could you ・・・・・・?" Constance Dante looked at the radio in front of him with an ugly face and muttered stiffly.

"Surprised?" Vincent chuckled inside, "Didn't I say that? I'll come to you. ”

Constance Dante looked at the walkie-talkie on the bed and did not speak, but eventually he picked it up in his hand and put it to his ear.

"What do you want to do?" Consitor Dante regained his composure, and although he was doing a very dangerous thing at the moment, because if he was discovered by the Poles or Rus', he would probably be executed as a spy, but he decided to find out why the Teutonic named Vincent had contacted him.

"I didn't expect you to actually defeat [Nightmare] and survive, but I find it even more strange that you have kept what I gave you. Sure enough, I made the right choice! You deserve to be my ally," Vincent said lightly. "You don't want to stay with the Poles, do you?"

Constance Dante's body stiffened slightly, indeed, the reason why he left this thing was complicated, but there was also a way back for himself. Consitor Dante did not trust these Poles, nor did he trust the so-called [North Wind Mercenary Regiment], let alone the man who was talking to him now.

All they value is Consité Dante's strength, but once Consitor loses his power, it means that he has no more value.

"Allies? Isn't it a chess piece? Constance Dante scoffed.

But the other party also sneered, Vincent said in a cold voice: "If it's just a chess piece, then you overestimate my patience, if you need a chess piece as cannon fodder, I don't have to do such a troublesome thing, do you?" ”

"Why did you choose me, I don't seem to have anything other than strength that deserves your condescension to invite me." Constance Dante asked, all this is incredible, at that time the man did not kill himself but let himself go, although he did not know what the other party wanted to do, but the reason for it was definitely not clear in a few words.

"No, no, I don't value your strength, Constève-kun. It's your heart! There's something hidden inside of you that's much more interesting and useful than your so-called powers! Vincent's cold voice was not emotional, but Constance Dante felt like the devil was laughing low.

"What's inside you is far more powerful than the so-called [Ancient Mecha]. The world shuddered when you thought about it one day, and that man told me that only you could be my ally in the destruction of the Teutonic Knights. ”！！！！

"Destroy ・・・・・・ Teutonic Knights?" Constance Dante couldn't believe his ears, and he couldn't help but wonder if something was wrong with his hearing. The man named Vincent actually told himself that he should help him destroy the Teutonic Knights!

"Yes, yes. Join me in destroying that abominable crusad, and you will be your only ally! And you do have this qualification, after all, seeing you control the ancient mecha with my own eyes, I believe how terrifying the power that exists in your heart is. Vincent replied calmly. He had already made Cons Dante his ally, and he had revealed his intentions and dispositions.

"What do you mean, my heart ・・・・・・" Constance Dante felt as if he were talking to a madman, he had no idea why Vincent would say this, but he could clearly appreciate the hidden madness. That's how Dante felt when he was communicating with Niderhogg, and it told Dante that there was something more terrifying than a demon hidden in his body. "Who told you that. Who is he? Constance Dante shouted!

"I didn't know him, I only had a brief meeting with that person two years ago, but it changed my life. Although his name is unknown, his golden hair and green eyes will never be forgotten. It's like a fairy in the night, and it was also Bai He who changed my life. ”

Blonde hair! Green eyes! Constance Dante's heart suddenly stopped beating, suffocated and depressed, as if he was afraid, Constance Dante could hardly breathe, and in the chaotic memory, a vague figure finally appeared in Constance Dante's mind, but it quickly dissolved into pieces.

"Is that you? Bashires! Constance Dante subconsciously spat out the man's name, but Constance Dante couldn't remember who he really was.

Constance Dante's voice was low, so Vincent did not hear the name from Constance Dante's mouth.

"Is it decided?" Vincent asked again.

"Why did I choose to be your ally against such a powerful Teutonic Knights, because we are simply using the mantis arm as a chariot." Constance Dante asked coldly. Indeed, almost twenty years after the establishment of the Teutonic Knights, and their expansion in the north had become so firmly established that even the Rus' kingdoms could not shake it, and it was now arguably the strongest era of the Teutonic Knights, and at this moment a man told Constance Dante that it was ridiculous to destroy it with him.

"Because you don't have a choice? Me too," Vincent's voice in the communicator was unmistakably cold.

"Soon the Teutonic Knights will attack, and that will be a terrible war, and the black armies with their crosses will pour out, and those who dare to resist them will be wiped out. And the sword in their hand is pointed at the city where you are - Novgorod! And do you think that with these Rus' you will be able to withstand the torrent of steel? ”

"Can we? And what does the survival of Novgorod have to do with me? Constance Dante asked, unconcerned about whether the Teutonic Knights would attack Constance Dante.

"Really? I thought there was always something that would burn your fighting spirit! Vincent said with a scoff. Just really nothing worth the effort you have to go for? In that case, why did you go to great lengths to kill Nightmare, tell me your reasons, boy! ”

Faced with Vincent's questioning, Constance Dante couldn't help but stop moving, yes, why, he had a chance to walk away in Landenburg at that time, why did he save those Poles.

Why?

"You're the kind of person who's destined to be lonely like me, but unlike me, you can't bear it. So much so that you always have to respond enthusiastically to anyone's call. Although you have been disguised with cold words and expressions, you can't leave behind that trace of warmth. Are you really going to leave the city and the familiar ones behind like that, Constès Dante? (To be continued.) )