"Your Royal Highness, although we have cooperated many times, we finally officially met today." The boy wore a strange mask and bowed, not funny, but made Ann Lotte feel an oppressive cold. The original funny clown's masked smile was full of sarcasm on his face.

(How is it possible...)

It turned out that in the past three years, everything that happened in Findel and even the secrets of the military were revealed to Ann Roast by the handiwork of the young man in front of him.

It was he who revealed the news of the crackdown on Findel to himself, the man who always wore the mask of the Golden Clown.

[Joker], the most mysterious person or force in Constantinople, because he is always the only one who appears on the underground black market, but no one knows his details. All those who try are destroyed. Therefore, the disgraceful businessman regarded this lonely shadow as a terrible force.

In the darkness, the Clown is both a person and an invisible force, it is like a fog, unpredictable.

(I see, everything has already been foreshadowed.) ）

The girl's thin and delicate body trembled slightly, as if she was afraid and angry, like a leaf in a storm.

"Are they all lying to me?" Ann Lost's voice was hoarse and high-pitched, and tears welled up, leaving tear stains on the ground.

"No, just to present the cruelty of this world in front of you." The clown shook his head with a "smile" and sighed softly. "But people who have slept too long in whitewashed dreams often go crazy because they see the truth."

"And we're seeing real madmen."

Looking at the princess who trembled slightly, Bashires's face under the mask was full of angelic compassion, while the shadow of the devil dragged out from behind him.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Ann Lotte clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, and at this moment her gentle eyes seemed to be broken.

"Disappointment or anger, Your Highness?" Bashiles keenly captures the subtle changes in the princess.

"Answer my question." Ann Lost's face was stained with tears, but the fragile girl's eyes were now full of tyranny like a king.

(Yes, exactly.) ）

The corners of his mouth under the mask curled coldly, and Bashiles bowed and said: "Nature is a sacrifice before the arrival of God, the more beautiful the lamb, the more it will become the most solemn sacrifice on the altar." The more beautiful something is, the more valuable it is for her to be destroyed. ”

If the prince of the kingdom were destroyed in the land of the Herodites, how long would the kingdom fall apart? And the worries of His Highness's father will not be with Herod, but with the court. Instead of that, have you decided to choose the path of no return? ”

Waiting to see the girl's darkening expression, Bashils under the mask sneered slightly.

(Desperate?) Angry? Water that dark flower with the chaos in your heart to welcome the return of the King! ）

But everything was beyond his expectations, and the girl's eyes were as hard as steel, and the dimness of that moment of shaking was instantly lit up by the sunlight in those eyes, and the dark shadow was dispelled. Ann Lotte had changed back to the determined girl she had been, her pupils still clear. She didn't hesitate or waver, but she had her reasons.

"I am not trying to stop this catastrophe for my own glory, nor am I volunteering to fight alone to become a great queen." As she said, the moment Ann Lotte was shaken, but she remembered the wish that the man had put on her shoulder, and that was also the promise she had made.

(Teacher... No matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will continue to walk until the end of this sad fate that hangs over the Rastin and Herod.) ）

Ann Lotter's hand rested lightly on her chest, and she found that the courage in her heart brought her infinite strength for the first time, and even in the face of this death, she no longer hesitated, and dared to look directly into those deep eyes.

[Joker] couldn't help but be stunned, he fooled the world for the first time today, under that false mask, Ann Lotte didn't know what was hidden under the devil's annoyance and anger or some other ulterior face, but at this time the princess was fearless, just like the teacher in the past.

"Interesting." Beneath the metal mask, a faint whisper sounded.

Under the mask, no one knew what was going on in the heart of this young man who was like a demon god, and the ochre-red cloak gently caressed, making a whirring sound, echoing in the deep corridors for a long time.

"I hope you can always do this." Bashiles suddenly took off his mask, and the smile on his face was still as bright as the blonde hair.

"This is the path I have chosen. Don't bother. "Her Royal Highness is like a honeysuckle flower on a high ridge at this moment, and she still has the temperament of being as lonely and independent as a king.

However, the blond boy suddenly grinned, looked at the girl in front of him, his eyes were full of sadness, looked at the mask in his hand and said, "Do you know why I wear such a mask?" Because in the clown's world, he will always live for those boring spectators, although without them, the clown loses its meaning, although they will make fun of the clown from time to time, make jokes about the clown, touch his round red nose, the clown smirks innocently, and make a very happy expression. But no one understands the loneliness in the Joker's heart, and when he tries to make others happy, he is the loneliest, because the person he wants to see who is worthy of his pleasure is not present, and he does not look at the Joker's intentions. It was who I used to be, and I made my past into a mask to remind me of my future. And what is the difference between what you are doing and being a clown at this moment? You are nothing but pleasing those who are irrelevant, and there is no one who can accompany you to taste your loneliness. ”

"Even if you are extremely sad, you have to paint a smile of joy on your face with a lot of color. The clown is really pathetic, obviously the most invisible, sad and sad, but he still has to try to pretend to be funny. The boy's voice echoed softly in Ann Lost's ears, like a god sighing.

Although there was an iron fence between the two of them, Ann Lotte felt that at that moment, the young man seemed to whisper against her forehead.

When she looked up again, there was no one in front of Ann Lother, and the young man who was like a god of death was also unpredictable. And Ann Lost, still thinking about what Bashiles had just said, the funny clown was not laughing at Ann Lost, but mourning the fate that was as heavy as the clown!

But why did he do it?

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