Duke Brandt disappeared into the crowd with his daughter, but he was still negligent. In a casual corner of darkness, a man in an ochre-red robe witnessed everything just now. Looking at the duke's distant back, the pale face under the robe showed a hint of a smile, and the flow of people shuttled back and forth, and the next moment, the man also disappeared in the vast sea of people, leaving no trace.

・・・・・・

After the service, Constance Dante covered the sleeping Sophia and returned to his room.

On the table was the copy of "Encyclopedia of Machinery" that Sophia had brought back

Even though the Holy See later opened up some of its technology, the New Brad Kingdom was far inferior to the Western countries in terms of machinery, so Constance Dante's need for this book was very urgent.

I still have to pay it back, but it doesn't hurt to look at it now. Constance Dante still resisted the urge to flip through and turned the title page.

"You're still as obsessed with machines as ever." A familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and a long-lost sense of fear flooded Constance Dante's whole body like a tidal wave, a kind of oppression that could not breathe. Constance Dante once again remembered the red-shrouded night and the lingering despair and suffocation of ten years ago, once again dominated by that fear, entangled in the misery of fate, and swept away once more.

A blonde boy sat in the window with his knees crossed and greeted Constance Dante, only to say another name.

"Long time no see, Justinian!"

・・・・・・

"yes... Looking at the boy in front of him who was about the same age as himself, Constance Dante was trembling and spoke with difficulty. His heart fell into fear like never before, no, it was back ten years ago, it was the piercing shiver like a cold wave.

However, Constance Dante still stood up under the pressure of fear, "What are you going to do!?" ”

Obviously having gotten rid of the past, Constance Dante was ready to live a peaceful life as a mechanic and his sister like this, but this man reappeared in front of him after disappearing for ten years.

"How ruthless! Justin. Could it be that the friendship that fought together ten years ago was so worthless? Have you forgotten our promises? The blonde young man suddenly appeared in front of Constance Dante with a floating smile, like a ghost, and cold fingers touched Constance Dante's cheek.

"Don't touch me!"

"Oh," the boy pulled his hand back with a subtle smile on his face. "So you want to forget the past? I didn't expect your reaction to be so big. ”

"What the hell do you want to do?" The words popped out between Consdante's teeth, and he already had a faint sense of foreboding, and whenever he appeared, a catastrophe would follow.

"Fulfilling the contract between us, of course. I have never forgotten the unfinished business of 10 years ago. The young man spoke in a low voice, like a poet who travels poorly, meaning explicit but intoxicating generosity. There was a devilish temptation in his words, but in the ears of Constance Dante it was the whispers of hell that made him shudder.

Quietly staring at the silent Consitine, the young man suddenly reached out and grabbed Consitor Dante's wrist, and whispered: "If you are still willing to be Justine, then I will still be your Belisarius." Reclaim your true name, and I will once again give you the power to ascend to the throne that rightfully belongs to you. ”

[About this stalk, if you are interested, you can check it, the grievances between the famous Byzantine Justinian the Great and his general Belisarius are quite interesting. 】

With a "snap" of the palm, Cons Dante waved away the blonde boy's hand.

"Leave!" Constance Dante's blue eyes were full of hideousness, "My name is Constance Dante, and I will never let you ruin my life again." ”

The blonde boy withdrew his hand that had been fanned away by Constance Dante, and the back of his white hand was slightly red, but the boy didn't care.

"Actually, you think I ruined everything for you, but in the end it's just your own choice." The boy took out a white piece of iron from his bosom and placed it on the table.

"What will you do when fate will force you to make the same choice again?"

"I'm looking forward to that moment."

The demonic face was obscured by a wide cloak, and the blonde boy stepped out of the window like a phantom, leaving only a remnant that disappeared into the night sky, and the boy sang and groaned.

"I lamented the bad luck of time, but I did not know that even saints have unbearable pasts, and sinners have unpredictable futures, and who sits on the cold throne forever."

Watching the ghost go away, Cons Dante let out a long breath of turbid breath in his chest, and fell to the edge of the table gasping for breath, only then did he realize that his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Constance Dante's gaze fell on the wing-shaped piece of iron left by the blonde boy on the table, and his expression showed seven points of fear, three points of excitement, and a trace of nostalgia. But finally, Constance Dante grabbed the piece of iron and tried to throw it at the window.

However, Constance Dante hesitated, and his raised arms slowly drooped. Considine knew in his heart that this was a gift from the devil, but another voice told him that if he did not accept it, he would regret it.

Consid's pale face contorted for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh.

Constance Dante remembered Sophia, who was asleep. Opening a tattered box containing various metal parts, Constance Dante tossed the piece of iron into the box and closed it on the bookshelf. Constance Dante, who returned to the table, was no longer in the mood to read the book on the table, and the tiredness of the nervous tension ensued. Constance Dante closed the book, extinguished the lights, and finally fell asleep.

That night, Consité Dante slept deeply, and for a long time, he was not as tired or weak as he was today・・・・・・

At the same time, a massive storm was brewing in Constantinople.

[The exploits of the conqueror are destined to leave nothing but the hatred that has accumulated in Herod's heart. 】

Blood-red writing appeared in Constantine Square, and the flag of the double-headed eagle fluttered in the wind under the statue of Justinian the Great, who had been destroyed in battle ten years earlier.

The war between the conqueror and the vanquished is on the verge of breaking out.

The districts of Genoa, Pisa, and St. George's, on the periphery of Findel, have quietly begun to be under martial law, and in order to prevent panic, the build-up of troops has been carried out in secret.

The residence of the Andrews family, Andersburg.

Duke Brandt, who was also Lord of the Admiralty, remained as tall as he had been in his youth, standing tall in the long and empty hall, the blood-red carpet striking in the darkness. The Duke looked out of the glazed window at the Golden Horn in the dark, and the fire of the ship did not stop, and his heart was full of hidden worries.

His daughter had gone to that place, and Brandt couldn't help but be glad that he had found out in time that if Granny had secretly gone there tomorrow, he couldn't even think about what would happen.

"Tomorrow, it's all over!" In the night, the duke's eyes flickered like a wolf, revealing a cruel light.

While the rain is approaching and the winds are forcing ships to take refuge in the harbor, an even greater upheaval is slowly gathering strength・・・・・・