"Looking up at the heavens and looking down at the earth, there is no difficulty, darkness and deep pain. The exiled will be cast into the darkness of the abyss. —Isaiah 7:22.

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"Why is this happening? I just want to live this life in an ordinary way, why am I willing to pay such a price. The dark-eyed boy knelt on the ground at this time. Constance Dante's fingers were bloody, and the sandy floor was covered with deep scratches and dried blood.

The world turned out to be so indifferent, so cruel that people were caught off guard. For the first time, Constance Dante felt how narrow the world was, so that the humble had no place to stand, only despair and a tidal remnant of life.

"It's disgusting."

At this time, the closed iron door suddenly opened, and a strange girl appeared in front of Constance Dante's eyes, like the Valkyrie in the temple of Norse mythology, exuding a divine momentum in her heroic posture.

It's her!

Constance Dante suddenly remembered that it was the girl named Vivien. At that time, he was wearing a mecha knight driving suit, but at this time, he was wearing a gorgeous evening dress.

Unlike her flamboyant attire, Vivien's face was filled with disgust and contempt. It seemed to her that Constance Dante was like a filthy maggot, and this disgust was revealed with bitter indifference and deep disdain.

"Save my sister!" But even so, Constance Dante was willing to accept it, and the moment he saw the girl, his originally desperate and gloomy eyes suddenly glowed with hope. Vivien ignored Constance Dante, originally she didn't want to come, and seeing the cowardly boy in front of her made her sick even more, but when she saw Sophia, who was sick, the girl's natural compassion made Vivien's gaze soften slightly, but her voice was still cold.

"That kid is sick, you go to the military doctor. Also, ask someone to clean up the place. ”

"Yes, Miss!" A group of red-clothed guards outside the door answered.

"Thank you..." Looking at my sister who was seriously ill, although I was not completely relieved, I was finally relieved.

Vivien didn't look at Constance Dante, but said coldly, "Come with me, someone wants to see you." ”

Constance Dante was glad that Sophia was finally safe, but Vivien's words startled him.

Without waiting for Cons-Dante to reply, several strong red-clad guards stepped forward. Obviously, if Constance Dante did not cooperate, they would be ruthless.

"Why did you take me away, I'm just an ordinary civilian." Constance Dante was suddenly a little nervous, because there seemed to be some familiar aura between the girl's eyebrows, which made Constance Dante almost admit his mistake.

Is it !!

"Your sister will naturally be taken care of," the woman's cold voice said, "even if you are away from here, what role can a person like you play?" ”

"I'm afraid that even if your sister dies, you can only feel sorry for yourself and tell jokes about fate and life." Vivien's understated words sounded like thunder in Consitan's ears, and the boy's heart seemed to stir up.

"I don't think it's necessary."

Constance Dante smirked, but there was substantial hostility in his eyes. He could sense what the other seemed to know, and even if it was still unclear whether the other party was hostile or not, to those who were dwelling on the past, Cons Dante was viscerally hostile, or more precisely, an escape and fear. "Think clearly, your decision doesn't matter your life alone. Otherwise, I won't waste any more words. Vivien walked slowly to Sophia, who was lying on the bed in the cell, touched the girl's hot forehead, and finally set her eyes on Constance Dante. But his eyes still showed a chill that was rejecting people.

Vivien had a direct showdown with Consition Dante, as simple as a clever assassin slashing his throat. Sophia is a weakness that Considine and Dante cannot hide.

Although Constance Dante had already guessed what was going to happen, though he knew that he would once again have to embark on that long bloody road of no return, although he knew that if he agreed to the woman he would be stuck in the quagmire from which he had struggled to break free ten years ago, he could not refuse.

Really, as Bashiles said, what happens when fate makes him make the same choice again? Constance Dante simply had the urge to smile wryly.

Maybe he never escaped, but only self-deception. The thread of fate has been destined from the moment it was first spun, manipulating the unpredictable life, whether it is a man or a god, anyone who tries to usurp the scissors belonging to the goddess will be punished.

When he was a child, Constance Dante had heard the myth of the three goddesses of fate, Croto spun by hand, Laxis measured the length, and Atropos cut it with scissors, and a person's life was like a long thread of weaving that could not be easily manipulated and could not be changed.

Constantine once laughed at and once despised it, he thought that his fate was always in his own hands, but it was not until he hit his head in front of fate that he understood how humble and ignorant man is in the whirlpool of fate.

"I'll go with you." Constance Dante nodded with difficulty, but still looked at Sophia worriedly. Looking at Vivien earnestly, Constance Dante stopped talking.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything here." Vivien said lightly, and with a wave of her hand, the red-clothed guard led Constance-Dante out of the dark dungeon.

Suddenly, Vivien's gaze shot at Constance Dante, as if it could penetrate everything, and the fierce gaze made Conskaya Dante's heart suddenly chill.

"Can 10 years change people so much? His Royal Highness Justine. ”

The faint woman's sigh came, but it exploded in Consit's ears like a scorched thunder!

Vivian, when... Like a cold tide, the memories of the past are painful and confusing, but the woman's appearance seems to gradually overlap with the shy little girl image in the past.

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The red-clothed guards led Cons-Dante out of the cramped prison and into another small, dark room, where there were no kerosene lamps but flickering candles.

And the man had been waiting for a long time.

"Your Highness Justine, we meet again." The grim voice sounded again, and the intimidating man turned around with an icy smile.

"Ten years later, no one would have thought that His Highness was in such an embarrassing situation now, it was really a trick." There was a hint of amusement and mockery on Berhis's face.

"Although His Majesty was only in Asia Minor at the beginning, the reputation of the Knight King is also thunderous. Should I call you Your Highness or a sinner of the Empire? ”

Constance Dante's body shuddered suddenly. Sure enough, there is still no escaping it. A wry smile appeared on Constance Dante's face. "The king who falls from the throne is no longer a king, does it matter who I am now?" For the first time, Constance Dante's eyes calmed down, but instead revealed a sense of kingly loneliness.

"Even a dead king is still a king, and from the time he chooses to wear the crown of a king, he is destined to bear the weight of a king." There was not a hint of loosening on Berhis's grim face.

In fact, he wondered why the once-famous king of knights had done such a harrowing act ten years earlier, so that the rise and fall of the empire had been rewritten.

"Let's make a deal!" Berthes spoke, "Regardless of your past, I need your strength at this time. ”

"I don't think I can help you with anything, I just want to be a mechanic." Constance Dante shook his head and flatly refused. He would never be willing to touch the creatures of hell, and Consitine knew that those curses would eventually consume the greedy human race.

"Mechanic? Are you kidding me. Berhiss laughed angrily, "As a knight, the best mechanics in the world will be around you, and they will make the Steel-Armored Knight shine only in our hands. And you just want to be a mechanic?! "For the first time, Berchis thought there would be such a comical thing in the world. But these words were the words of the leader of all the knights of the year, the king of knights.

But Constance Dante didn't laugh, but replied indifferently: "It's just the life I want to choose." ”

Berchis looked at Constance Dante in disbelief, "What makes a lion turn into a sheep in ten years, I never believed that a king who fell off the throne would not want to climb back, but you really opened my eyes." ”

"It doesn't matter, since you have no intention of becoming a king, I won't force it, maybe the Knight King really fell completely ten years ago." was as cold as him, and he couldn't help but sigh lonely.

"But you still have to choose, or everyone will die." Berchis glared at Constance Dante and gritted his teeth. "And I can promise you that when it's done, I can get you and the kid out of here safely."

"Do you have room to refuse?" Speaking of this, Berchis looked at Constance Dante and said lightly. This is not a mockery, but a fact.

It's really like you say, Bashiles. Constance Dante had a bitter face, silently clenched his fists, and finally raised his head to look at the cold man and said:

"Okay, I promise you."

The former king of knights, but his voice was so desolate and bitter at this time, and he was no longer impassioned as he was in the past. Maybe this is the creation of people.