Dusk dust.

A desolate, high, rocky mountain that stands on the ground.

They are like towering mushrooms that grow upwards from the ground, with the iron-red color characteristic of the Western Wilderness.

Dry bones piled up all around, lifeless.

A group of armored warriors lay in the dirt, scarred and dying.

Even more desperate was the sound of flapping wings in the sky.

Poof.

Poof.

The awe-inspiring group of winged wind-winged men hovered overhead like goshawks.

At any moment, they could fall from the sky and take their lives with the fork in their hands.

"General." A soldier spoke faintly, his pupils gradually dilated.

"Don't give up, at least, we still have hope."

The armoured general held the flagpole with both hands and encouraged himself to support himself from the ground.

However, he was exhausted and fell down again.

Her hands clenched the large flag that had been inserted diagonally into the earth, and she licked her chapped lips.

Her consciousness was also beginning to blur.

Just instinctively holding the flagpole.

A tattered flag fluttered in the wind, hunting.

On the flag, the stars and moon are painted.

Three stars in January, the symbol of Itnell.

Even though there is kindness in her mouth to comfort others, deep down she also knows-

They won't last long, maybe two days.

Maybe tonight.

Deprived of their way back, without food and water, they can only wait for their deaths.

And the vultures hovering above haven't attacked them yet, it's all because of that person......

The young duke, who always had a smile on his face, bought them time.

But it's also possible that she's already dead in the Windwings' camp.

At that point, their death will only be a matter of time.

It was at this moment that the light above his head suddenly dimmed.

The general looked up indifferently.

Beneath the huge dark red sun wheel, a black shadow with outstretched wings appeared.

The dark shadow swirled down.

Until she saw the monster clearly-

A monster with the head of an eagle and a lion's body.

The Mount of the Windwinged Man.

With a bang, a man jumped from above.

The general looked at each other and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Home. Shalom. ”

The other party gave a charming smile and extended a right hand to her.

……

Memory flashbacks.

The night is getting brighter.

The clouds and rain stopped.

Shalom looked at His Majesty the King in front of him, the young and the old one together.

"What do you think, Shalom?"

Olivia sat down on the steps and held out her hand.

The rain flowed down her palms.

Shalom stared at the hand in front of him in a daze.

There is also a deep scar on the tip of the thumb.

The sleeves are folded back to reveal the wrists with fine lines.

It was right in front of him, just as it had been in the Western Wilderness a long time ago.

It is like the most important light in one's own life, illuminating the whole world.

Like at this moment-

The darkness receded, and a glimmer of dawn lit up the sky.

The huge rose ruby ring on the king's index finger sparkled.

Shalom smiled bitterly.

The ten minutes that were promised were good, but too much time passed unconsciously.

Her gaze fell on Hima next to her.

Her eldest son, the future Grand Duke of Yuiwa, is now the vanguard officer of the King's Guard, just as she was when she was younger.

"So you've already chosen."

This time, Shalom used an affirmative.

"Yes." Himma bit her lower lip and stubbornly met her gaze.

"Good. I'm proud of you. Shalom said lightly.

The crimson sunlight poured down on her, smearing her hair and half of her body into a dull yellow.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a little relieved and relieved.

"I'm old. It should not be blocked, nor can it be stopped, the pace of new things being replaced. ”

She suddenly remembered what Robin had said about the wheel of history in the conference room earlier, and couldn't help but laugh.

"All those who resist the future development will be crushed by the wheels of history."

"No, Shalom, you can get into this carriage with me, with us and with the whole kingdom. You have the power, you have the means, you are merciful and wise, and your people love you. I need you, and the kingdom needs you. ”

Olivia said.

"It's enough to have Hima." Shalom laughed.

Laughing so easily, so naturally, as if he had removed all the restraints from his body.

"I am old, and the old things that are backward should be replaced by new and vibrant forces."

She reached out and patted Hima on the shoulder.

"Do whatever you want and follow your heart."

"Don't be like me. Timid. ”

"Mother......" Himma's eyes were a little moist.

"From today onwards, you are the master of the Yuyan Territory."

Shalom took a step back and said categorically.

Behind her, neither the soldiers nor the king's elite spoke, as if petrified.

"Shalom, don't ......"

Olivia saw the look of determination on her face and suddenly had a premonition.

She stood up from the stone steps, her face moving a little.

"As a Itney, I support your decision, Your Majesty." Shalom said lightly.

"As the Grand Duke of the Eve Rock Domain, I am willing to sacrifice the interests of my family to fulfill you and the future of the kingdom, really, willingly, Your Majesty."

"Shalom!" Olivia interrupted her righteously and held out his hand to her, "Don't do anything stupid! ”

Shalom's body took a step back, dodging Olivia's palm.

"As Shalom, this unique individual, I have one more thing to accomplish."

Shalom smiled quietly and drew his sword.

"I want to return the favor to Aojia."

She helped me and rescued the Yuyan Collar.

For the sake of the Grand Dukes' future, I cut off her head.

So, this sword, I returned her!

Shalom stepped back, holding the broadsword in his right hand, and aimed it at Olivia's heart.

Bye......

Everything I love.

She smiled, slammed her hind legs, and lunged forward.

"Your Majesty!"

Everyone's faces changed suddenly.

……

"Poof."

The sound of a blade piercing through flesh.

Shalom overlapped with the man in front of him—

Her daughter, Jima, stood up for the king in a critical moment.

A silver sword plunged through Shalom's chest and exited his back.

"Good."

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and her pupils began to drift.

The feeling of life passing.

Jima's body trembled, and Shalom who was leaning on her shoulder shook slightly.

Tears poured down her eyes, sliding down her cheeks and wetting Shalom's back.

"Shalom!"

It was only now that Robin arrived with the temple and Raven.

He panted as he looked at the other man, his eyes widening in disbelief.

What's going on?

Robin was dumbfounded.

Mother and daughter cannibalism?!

Shalom glanced back at Robin, "You're late, Lord the Chosen. ”

A streak of blood ran down the corner of Shalom's mouth.

But it's not a normal bright red.

It was a black, viscous color, like oil mixed with too much debris.

"Oh, damn it......"

Shalom struggled to raise his right hand.

On the thumb, the black ring glows with a faint strange glow.

"Quick, cut off my hand."