As if in a dream, the moment I woke up, I was separated from the battlefield on the Arctic ice field with a 'boom' in my mind.

In a stable in an unknown location, Fang Ran, who had woken up from a coma, opened his eyes wide, looking at the thin girl in front of him, who had not yet grown up, holding a pitchfork with a little clenched wrist, and looked nervously at him, a stranger who suddenly appeared.

Worn-out linen clothes, stained with dry horse grass,

The language I don't understand is probably a question like 'who are you?'

But just by her reappearing in front of her eyes, Fang Ran already felt that there was still heat in her eyes.

Whether it was that rare hair color or the pupils of the same color, even if the contours of the half-blood's face hadn't grown yet, it only made Fang Ran instinctively think of the opposite name for a moment,

Ling...

A sense of unreal absurdity washed over his mind, and his throat choked and his voice trembled and spoke to her:

"You..."

Seeing his movements, the girl took a step back vigilantly, the pitchfork was still aimed at Fang Ran, but after hearing Fang Ran's voice, she was suddenly stunned,

Then rummaged through her memory to find the kind of language she thought she would never use anymore, her expression was surprised but not relaxed, and she was slightly jerky and not very fluent:

"You... Is it a Far Easterner...? ”

Far East?

Still in the blank mind, it was the first time to hear such a title in jerky Chinese, seeing her vigilant and vigilant appearance, Fang Ran's outstretched hand stopped in place.

The moment his thoughts were slowly and clearly, he finally woke up from the haze of consciousness that he had been in a coma for an unknown amount of time, and began to sort out all kinds of dazed unknowns that came to him at this moment.

The moment the eyes saw the edge of the field of vision, the pupils suddenly shrank,

In an instant, everything seemed to have an answer,

It's just slightly incredible.

After staying as it was for a few seconds, Fang Ran finally accepted the fact that he was not on the ice field in the extreme north of the world.

Then he stood up and looked outside,

The day was dawning.

Seeing him stand up, the horses next to him also stood up, snorting close to him,

Only then did he notice his badly torn black coat, as well as the badge pinned to his collar that was inlaid with gems and shimmering gold.

This made the girl's already weak face even more pale, and the straw fork that she was pointing at became a grip in front of her, pursed her lips, and remained silent,

Touching the horse beside him, Fang Ran actually looked at the girl in a daze, and didn't know what to say for a while.

But after a long time, Fang Ran still took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled, calming down the tension brought to his body by the previous battle against Zero Cavalry and the battle, or the desperate frenzy after being hit by that light and shadow.

Or maybe it's... The guilt of being held by the figure in front of me but not being able to do anything is unwilling.

"Yes..."

Tentatively spoke, with caution and uneasiness that would scare her, Fang Ran looked at the girl in front of her who was holding a pitchfork with her hands wrapped around the cloth and spoke softly:

"Tell me where this is?"

She pursed her lips and looked at his face, as if digesting and understanding the meaning of his words, and after a while the girl was silent and replied:

"Ire."

Il...

Completely unknown to the name of the place, Fang Ran looked at the 'Ling' in front of him who was not known to him, and he didn't continue to point at himself with a pitchfork just now, but he was inexplicably more in awe and cautious.

Looking at the few lines of words at the edge of the field of vision that were completely devoid of any information, and recalling the girl's name for herself as a 'Far Easterner' who spoke Chinese, Fang Ran subconsciously asked:

"Britain?"

The pronunciation of only two words doesn't seem to be complicated, obviously she looks only twelve years old, but her demeanor is far more mature than her young appearance, and she has no extra expression, lowering her head and no longer looking directly at Fang Ran,

It seems that because I have used a language that I haven't used for a long time and is not particularly familiar, the pronunciation is slightly strange, and I pursed my lips and spoke:

"Italy."

was stunned suddenly, and suddenly remembered that Ling had indeed spoken Italian a few times,

Indeed, speaking of Ling's hometown, it should mean...

Wait a minute!

The girl in front of her who was obviously not the figure she knew, plus the sun outside that was not night, and Italy's unexpected but reasonable answer,

Fang Ran suddenly realized a key problem, he looked at the black and white gothic dress in front of him, wearing shabby and even ragged rough linen, and even the girls with strips of cloth that might have been picked up wrapped around their arms and legs, and asked a little sluggishly:

"What year is it?"

It seemed to be a difficult question, using a rope made of horse straw to tie his light blonde and dry hair, and after understanding the meaning of Fang Ran's words, he found the corresponding pronunciation of those numbers little by little, and replied slowly and with difficulty:

“1....9....1....6....”

Then after saying this, she saw the young man in front of her who was dressed decently and luxuriously, and she couldn't imagine it was stunned for a moment,

All that left was the incredulity on his face.

1916...

The moment he heard this answer, Fang Ran almost thought that he was hallucinating, and his whole body was there, falling into this sudden unbelievable beyond common sense.

1916...

That is now more than a hundred years ago!?

Wait, in 1916, it wasn't...

The three pairs of contradictions in Europe intensified, with the Sarajevo incident as the fuse

Fang Ran's eyes widened in shock, the historical knowledge of the period when he had excellent grades reminded him of the significance of this era,

World War I!?

I remember that Italy betrayed from the Allies and joined the Entente in declaring war on Austria-Hungary ...

...

The few remaining memories in her mind slowly emerged, looking at Fang Ran standing in place sluggishly, holding the pitchfork of the young version of 'Ling' and pursing her lips, and then raised her head and looked at Fang Ran with big light golden eyes, and little by little organized a sentence that was more complicated for her:

"I... Now available... Can I leave....? ”

The crisp young voice pulled Fang Ran back from shock in an instant, and he listened to the girl's words that contained the meaning of 'request', and opened his mouth a little stunned,

But looking at her shabby clothes, and at the badge on her collar, she seemed to understand something.

It was just a hot feeling in his eyes that suddenly hit him.

The Ling I know is a queen who wears a beautiful black and white gothic skirt and has a delicate almost unreal mixed-race face, always high up and dismisses everything, and will never say anything in this tone.

But what is in front of me is a person who may not even be able to survive, and when he sees his dress, he cautiously asks her if she can leave.

A little girl who hasn't grown up yet.

He didn't expect it to be like this, he didn't expect Ling to be like this before, and he didn't expect Ling to live like this before.

Speaking of which, I don't know anything about Ling.

Seeing that Fang Ran was stunned when she looked at herself again, the girl clenched the pitchfork in her hand slightly, and then wanted to turn around and leave here.

"Wait!"

Fang Ran's voice startled her, even though her little face was still calm but her shoulders trembled slightly, betraying her.

Subconsciously opened his mouth to stop the girl, and a strong feeling urged Fang Ran to make him feel that he should do something urgently, but he was also in a hurry,

Instinctively groped for himself, trying to take out something, but he even forgot that he threw the wallet that Yelena gave him into the black box,

Fang Ran only took out a packet of compressed biscuits.

"That's... This one is up to you! ”

I tore open the package in a hurry, as if I was afraid of scaring away the kitten by the wall, so I walked to her slowly, handed it to her and said cautiously:

"Can... Tell me anything else? ”

The moment he saw the biscuit in Fang Ran's hand, his big light golden eyes widened slightly, and he couldn't help but swallow hard in his throat, and glanced at him quickly,

Then stretched out the hand that could be retracted at any time with hesitation, and at the moment when she touched the compressed biscuit and got it in her hand, she took a big bite of it, as if this dry biscuit was some kind of delicacy, and she couldn't even feel the dryness, and she ate it almost quickly.

The unprecedented feeling of fullness even made her eyes light up slightly.

Fang Ran, who knew that the taste was definitely not delicious, kept looking at her like that, and waited until she finished eating and licking the crumbs of her fingers, and finally suppressed the sadness in her heart that came from nowhere.

He slowly knelt on one knee on the dry horse grass, and at this angle he could finally look at the light golden pupils.

"Can you tell me your name?"

At the beginning of the twentieth century, in this stable in Italy from nowhere,

The black-haired young man knelt on one knee and asked softly, spanning a hundred years,

It's like the lone knight in the story who finally finds his young queen in the vast world.

The girl, whose hands and feet were wrapped in strips of cloth, whose linen clothes were torn and old, with a light golden ponytail and biscuit crumbs remaining at the corners of her mouth, seemed to be very familiar with this sentence, as if someone had used this sentence to practice Chinese with her before, she pursed her lips and replied:

"Ling, my name is Ling."

Then she was still cautious, and when she saw this young man who didn't know where he came from, dressed like a nobleman but kindly gave him good food, when she heard herself say this, she didn't know why some corners of her eyes were red and slightly choked,

"Ling, what a good name,"

But he smiled happily at himself with a hard face:

"Hello, my name is Fang Ran."