When Constance Dante awoke from his slumber again, it was Beress who had been watching him by the pillow.

Constance Dante opened his eyes, and the two looked at each other for a long time, and Constance Dante suddenly silently pulled up the quilt to cover his head and turned his body to the side. But the sharp eyes were staring at Constance, Dante was like a mang on his back, and there was even an inexplicable chill hanging over his back.

After a long time, Berchis sat motionless on the edge of the bed, looking at Constance Dante's back.

"How long do you want to stay here?" Constance Dante finally couldn't help it and lifted the quilt and asked. Under the effect of the drug, at this time, Constance Dante's body had been forcibly repaired to the same extent, but it was a little weak.

I really couldn't bear this man who was like an iceberg sitting by his side all the time, and Constance Dante would have been hiding far away if it weren't for the pain all over his body.

"Just wait until you're healed. And it's still some time before the mech is repaired, so I don't have anything to worry about. Suddenly Berthes pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, lit one and spit it out to himself. Unexpectedly, as the heir of the Outville family, he would rudely smoke low-quality tobacco like an army warrior.

"I'm a wounded, if you want to smoke, please go outside!" Constance Dante choked on the smell of smoke and immediately protested.

"Knight King, time is running out for you and me." Suddenly, Berhis's voice was heavy again. "The butcher of the Herod has come, and if there is anyone in your post-years who has the potential to become king, he is the only one. And your hesitation will kill many people, and you will not be able to protect anyone at that time. ”

"I'm ready to fight! And that's all I can do. ”

"No, it's not enough, if you still don't have the king's determination, then you can't protect anything." Belchis said coldly.

"I have long given up the delusion of becoming a king, why should I care about that determination. And it's not because I'm a king that I can protect my family. And Constance Dante's eyes suddenly sharpened, as if the moment of re-entry, the original cowardly boy in this body has been completely replaced, and now in this body is a new soul. Your way of retreat has long been cut off, and the way of every king will be filled with blood, and the steps to the throne will be opened with the sword, and if you will not set foot on it, you will become the stepping stone of another king. ”

"Don't bother." Constance Dante responded coldly, he had heard this kind of words many times, although the memory of ten years ago was chaotic but not forgotten, after experiencing the darkness and squalor of the palace intrigue, Cons Dante also understood the bloody theory of the monarch.

But since he had decided to abandon the crown, the power would not want to drag him back into that quagmire!

"Your Highness, it may be too late for you to understand, but that doesn't mean you should be completely destroyed. Are my brother and your former knights really willing to die like this? Belthes sighed softly and got up, looked back at the lonely boy, and said, "The plan to assassinate the Grand Duke Tudor, codenamed [Spear of Dawn], we are running out of time, Knight King. With that, the cold man left a cold figure and left the ward, leaving Constance Dante alone.

"Spear of Dawn?" Constance Dante whispered, "It's to break through the darkness..."

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"Please let me go to General Merrides." The request of the princess of Ann Roste was coldly rejected by the guards, and at this moment, the girl's heart was like ice, but she still did not want to give up. The thought of that creepy Grand Duke makes even this unworldly girl shudder. She knew better than anyone how terrible Ether was, because she was the only person in the world who had listened to the boy's heart.

"You must not go to war with Ether, you don't know how terrible he is!" Ann Lotte tried her best to stop this, and her voice was hoarse. But all was to no avail.

"Hmph-" The guard ignored him, but the cold snort was full of contempt and hatred.

Everything here is full of malice, Ann Lotte felt hopeless for the first time, in the royal capital, even if everyone is dissatisfied with her words, but they are all respected, how can the girl who grew up in the kingdom live in a sea of love, how can she understand the cold and pain of the lower classes?

(Could it be that everyone used to love me only because I was Her Highness the Princess, the Crown Prince of the Kingdom?) ）

The girl whose dreams were shattered actually cried bitterly.

"Hmph, hypocritical nobleman." The two guards at the door walked away impatiently, but with a weak girl, the iron fence was enough to imprison her. The two walked away unconcernedly.

"Why...・I wanted to stop this... But... Ann Roste sobbed in despair, she really wanted to end this war, it was her long-cherished wish when she was very young.

"Teacher, I'm sorry... I still haven't done it. I'm so useless. ”

"There are some things that can't be reversed by saying 'I'm sorry', Your Highness. Without the power to dominate oneself, one is destined to be pathetic and unsympathetic to others. If tears could solve everything, then there would be no dead monarch to be guillotined. Outside the iron prison, a young man in an ochre-red cloak looked at the girl with a smile.

"It's you!" Ann Lotte looked at the young man in front of her, but couldn't help but feel a chill, the princess's eyes were full of complicated looks, if it weren't for him, Noel was afraid that he would be completely out of control at that time, but when he saw the young man resisting the mecha knight with flesh and blood, it was like a mythical devil.

"Gui'an, Her Royal Highness." Bashiles saluted relentingly, but Ann Roste couldn't help but take two steps back. That kind of look is terrifying, like an abyss, if people keep looking at it, then it will be swallowed at any time.

"What the hell are you?" For the first time, a look of fear appeared on Ann Lost's little face, and although there was an iron fence between her and the boy, Ann Loste felt a kind of uneasiness, the uneasiness of the prey's prey's gaze. However, the pride of being the crown prince made her still try to restrain her fear.

"'Stuff,' that's a good description." Bashiles looked at the girl and said with interest, "But shouldn't your dear Highness be thankful for being here?" If it weren't for the Majesty, His Highness might now be able to enjoy a leisurely afternoon tea with the ladies of the nobility in the salon tea party, and be ignorant of everything that happened in Findel. The blonde boy turned his words and took out a gilded mask from his cloak and put it over his face.

"How could it be..." Seeing the clown's face on that masquerade, Ann Lost's eyes were full of shock and horror. There was a young man's laughter under the cold mask, but the warm voice made people feel a chill, a deep malice towards the world.

"It's me, Your Highness. The Clown, who knows everything about Findall's - that's me. The gilded mask framed the clown's rich smile, and his bright red lips were more brilliant than blood.

The princess trembled deeply, it was a fear from the depths of her soul, it turned out that all this was expected. Her sympathy and sorrow for the Herodians, the pain she witnessed and the darkness of the kingdom, had been laid out by this boy of his own age. I'm like an obedient puppet, at the mercy of others...