When he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by the cold ceiling and his face covered with an equally cold mask.

I'm really not as good as I used to be! I lost consciousness again. Constance Dante laughed inwardly.

As soon as he woke up, Constance Dante felt a pain to the bone, and his nerves were as if they were burned by flames.

"What a mess! Justin. Just as Constance Dante was distracted, an abrupt sigh sounded in his ears, and it was so familiar. Suddenly, Cons Dante felt the restraints that had bound his limbs suddenly loosen at the same time. I saw that a brilliant golden color swept in front of Constance Dante's eyes, and that flawless face appeared in front of Constance Dante again.

Looking at each other, Bashils stood beside Constance Dante's head and smiled.

"Bashils ・・・・・・" Constance Dante made a hoarse voice, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, and there was a sour feeling in his mouth, but there was not much emotional fluctuation in his tone, as if he had expected the appearance of the young man in front of him, and he was not the slightest surprised.

"You're not surprised, Justin!" Bashiles pursed his lips and smiled, this was a very girlish action, but there was no sense of disobedience in this blonde boy, maybe he had a feminine beauty on his body.

Bashiles reached out and removed the mask from Constance Dante's face.

And Constance Dante sat up from the mechanical table, raised his ordinary face and said calmly: "From the day I saw you again after ten years, I knew that I was back to square one. ”

"Maybe you never left." Bashiles said with a mocking sneer.

"Do you know the eye of the storm? You have been living in the eye of the storm for the past ten years, but the storm cannot stay in one place forever, and when it starts working again, the false peace you forged will be torn apart. The boy smiled gradually, and his voice grew higher, and his beautiful little face became hideous, and it was perhaps hard to imagine that the girlish face had the majesty of a king.

Bashiles turned his gaze to the mecha behind him, and said indifferently: "You are just doing a useless struggle, and you can't escape the master of fate after all, just like the moment Gungunnir threw them, you were already completely nailed to that bone of sorrow when you touched them." ”

"Perhaps!" Constance Dante replied. "But that doesn't mean I'll accept it, even if I can't change it, it doesn't mean I'll accept it."

The two looked at each other and were silent for a long time.

・・・・・・

"I thought 10 years was long enough!" Bashils let out a deep sigh suddenly, and with the cold iron wall as the background, the young man's smile was chilling even if it was bewitching.

Looking into the void, Bashils continued with a cold smile, "But you have disappointed me greatly, Justinian. For ten years, you're still as cowardly and stupid as a child, thinking you can change without knowing how standing behind the wheel of fate and watching it crush your enemies. You shouldn't think of me as your enemy, because I'm the only one in the world who can fight with you—that's all I have. ”

"Help me? Help me bring down the empire, help me send my friends to the grave? Constance Dante said coldly.

"But do you really see the empire as your country, and those people as your friends?" Only Bashiles' mocking questioning was answered.

Looking at the silent Constance Dante, Bashiles continued his mockery, "Everything you do is only for yourself, and protecting Sophia is only to make up for the lack of your heart." And in this world, I am the only one who helps you unconditionally, you want to be free, so I help you destroy the empire. And you are blaming me, what a grievance I am! I've always treated you like a brother, or I'm willing to be your shadow! You who are not loved by anyone, is there really anyone else who can give you warmth except me? Is it the child who has long since gone insane, or the so-called old friends of Herod! You know better than anyone that those people just want to take advantage of you, and only I really 'love' you! ”

"Everybody just wants to take advantage of me, so what about your intentions? What do you want me to do? Constance Dante stared at the young man in front of him, from ten years ago to now, he has been showing such an image, Cons Dante does not hate others to use him, but for him who cannot see through, Cons Dante has a deep fear.

"You'll understand, Justin, what I did then, and why I did that, as you sink deeper into the depths of this crumbling world, and still want to carry out your ideals—"

The boy suddenly walked back, tilted his head sideways, and smiled.

"You will understand that a lot of things in this world are false and fake, whether it is your hope, or the people who protect you, and the people you guard. When the time comes, you might go crazy! ”

With these words, Bashiles walked towards the door.

"Wait-" Constance Dante subconsciously tried to catch up, but in the next moment, an inexplicable dizziness made his calves go limp, and he half-knelt on the ground, and when he came back to his senses, he raised his head. It was discovered that Bashils had long since disappeared.

For some reason, from that day on, Constance Dante had already discovered that ten years ago, those broken and lost memories began to be restored and connected, and the fragments and images that were originally fragmented and mutilated were gradually connected.

He and he had promised to make the country better and change the rotten monarchy, but everything was completely in vain.

It was the man whom he trusted him and his companions into the abyss, and the country to ruin, and it was indeed Consitine who destroyed the country, because he had trusted that man immensely, and he was responsible for the rebellion of the slave legions and the collapse of the walls of Theodosius.

The pain suddenly came to his mind, and Constance Dante couldn't help but cover his head as if it had been short-circuited, and he wanted to continue searching for the memory but fell into confusion again. The true red of blood and flame raged in the dark night, and the faint cry was endless.