The New Roman Empire was so powerful that even the monarchs of the West had to crawl, and even the walls of Babylon had to be pierced by the heavy cavalry.

It was the three monarchs who made New Rome so splendid. the great Constantine the Great, who built the new Rome on the fertile soil of the East; Then the wise and martial Justinian the Great and his warlike general Belisarius led the empire to the peak of glory; And the third monarch who finally turned the tide and saved the stormy empire was Basil II, who made the world feared and discredited.

This emperor, who had long been wary of the West, had completely destroyed the Bulgarians who threatened the northern part of the empire, and thus earned him the title of the butcher of the Bulgarians, whom the world feared and condemned. Although he was extremely brutal, he did lead the empire to glory.

Hundreds of years later, the Herod found their situation similar to that of the Bulgarians, as they had to deal with an even more dangerous and terrifying butcher, the Herodian butcher.

"The people of the Pierce family are destined to be the mortal enemies of the empire!" Merrides' eyes were full of solemnity, for this young man, the veteran general who had been fighting for a long time was like a great enemy.

Esher inherited his father's unparalleled military talent, but at the same time he was more perverse and cruel. On the surface, he was just a frivolous aristocratic son, but the Herod knew that there was an evil dragon sleeping in his bones, and he would wake up at any time to slaughter the people.

・・・・・・ "What did you just say!?" Nikita blocked the boy's path, and although Merrides didn't pay attention, Nikita knew that it was for him. It seems that Cons, Dante and Sophia are fine, although it is speculation, but for some reason, Nikita believes it in her heart. "Thanks to you, they almost died in the abyss. Don't you feel a little disappointed? Bashils looked at Nikita playfully.

Nikita, however, was not annoyed by the other party's taunts, but was calm and abnormal.

Although he was the one who saved Constance, Dante and Sophia, but...

Suddenly, Nikita grabbed the blonde boy's ochre-red robe and pulled him up, and said calmly; "Did you already know that the Rastines had an ambush at sea?" The big man's forehead was bruised, as if he was about to break the young man's neck.

But Bashils didn't defend himself at all, just said indifferently: "So what, I don't have any obligation to take care of your affairs." ”

"Don't forget, you and I are just using each other!" A cold light flashed in the young man's eyes.

Suddenly, Bashiles' eyes narrowed, and he whispered to Nikita: "By the way, I seem to have said that this arm is only temporarily on your shoulder. With a smile, a cold killing intent rose up.

Dangerous! Nikita suddenly had such a thought in his subconscious.

The boy's legs slammed into Nikita's elbows, and his hands locked the big man's wrists.

A strange force snapped Nikita's arm, and in an instant, the heart-wrenching sensation swept through the nerves like a raging wave, and Nikita almost fainted to death. The big man with white lips bent over his broken arm in his grip, and the pain irritated his nerves so much that the man couldn't even stand still.

"Originally, I wanted to cut off this nosy hand directly, but if I really did that, he might blame me." The boy said to himself, bypassing Nikita and walking away, oblivious to everything.

But another hand grabbed the boy's ankle.

The boy had to stop, turning his head to look at his feet. "Even if you save that kid, I won't forgive you for sitting on the sidelines. Those are living lives! Nikita roared in heartbreak, clutching Bashiles' ankle.

"Tsk, are you—how you want to die!?" A sinister smile appeared on the young man's beautiful face.

"I've never cared if there is forgiveness and forgiveness for such worthless things."

The boy suddenly kicked Nikita in the jaw and kicked Nikita away. "Disappear from my sight while I'm still in good temper." It was the first time that the boy who had been smiling all the time showed such a substantial tyranny on his face. Obviously, Nikita exposed his killing intent, and Nikita could die at any moment at his hands.

"Stop, Death." A grim voice rang out in Bashiles' ears. A long pipe and a short gun were loaded behind the boy, and it was Berthes standing behind the boy. "Do you really think that the broken copper and iron in your hands can kill me?" The blonde boy didn't even bother to turn his head back, and sneered slightly. But Berthes didn't care, and still said coldly and calmly: "In my hands, even if you are the god of death, I will send you back to hell." Berthes looked at Nikita, who had fainted on the ground, and said expressionlessly, "The general asks you to come over." ”

Bashiles shrugged his shoulders and smiled helplessly.

"You've had good luck." The boy glanced at the ground and walked towards Berhis, "Well, since Merrides has invited you all, it seems that it is imperative!" Only in the face of this cold man will Bashiles, who has always been crazy and unruly, get serious. Because, in fact, they are the same kind of people in their bones, and only when they are equally crazy will they attract each other and become serious about each other.

The blonde boy walked slowly past Belhis, who shot at the boy with a falcon-like glare.

"Who the hell is that boy named Constance Dante?"

Bashiles' pace slowed slightly, but he didn't stop.

"Who knows?" Only the foolish chuckle of the teenager faded away in the hallway. Berchis didn't ask any more questions, but just looked at the departing figure of the young man, but the chill in his eyes became more and more chilling.

・・・・・・

In the dark dungeon, Sophia huddled quietly in Constance Dante's arms, while Constance Dante was anxious, and now the situation was at a critical level, and they were still lingering in the same place.

Damn it!

Constance Dante cursed in his heart, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"Brother Cons, Dante, are we going to die?" Sophia, who had been quietly in her arms, suddenly raised her head and asked, and for the first time there was a panicked look in the girl's eyes.

Constance Dante's heart trembled, and he took his sister's hand and said; "Don't worry, we're not going to die. I said that Sophia would live happily in the castle in the future..."

"Forever with my brother. The elder brother said that he would teach Sophia to dance, and his beautiful sister-in-law came to teach Sophia to play the piano. Sophia's little face showed a flush of happiness, like a moving angel.

However, Constance Dante suddenly noticed an anomaly, and Sophia's breathing was rapid and disordered, and her face looked like she was drunk.

"Sophia!" When I touched my forehead, I found that the temperature was abnormal, and the girl's face was pale.

Running around and being tired made Sophia finally overwhelmed and fell ill, and the consciousness of the girl with a high fever gradually dissipated. Constance Dante panicked, clutching his sister's dry palm tightly, not knowing what to do.

"Sophia, don't sleep. I'll get you a doctor. Constance Dante said with tears touching his sister's hot forehead. And Sophia didn't even have the strength to speak at this time, and only heard the girl's whisper clearly audible in the dark room:

"Brother Justine..."

"Sister Anna..."

Sophia, who was gradually unconscious, was still subconsciously calling out the names of those people engraved in her bones, but the girl's voice became smaller and smaller.

"Is there anyone! Someone here is sick. Save my sister! Cons-Dante slammed desperately against the iron door, roaring hoarsely. Even though there was no one around, Constance Dante slammed the door like crazy.

However, all seemed to be to no avail.

"Why is this happening?" Constance Dante's head slammed against the door, tears running down his cheeks and wetting the sandy floor. Why even Sophia suffers misfortune, she's just a child! Am I really not worthy of happiness that will end up exposing the people I hold dear most to undeserved consequences? Constance Dante's heart felt as if it had been torn apart, and the pain was unforgettable. In the face of fate, all people and things are like small straws, which can be destroyed by any force. From the moment Constance Dante made his choice, it was decided that he would eventually fall into the quagmire of fate and not be able to struggle to escape・・・・・・