“…… No...... Die...... Ho ho ......"

Delphien gripped Brando's wrists with both hands, fingertips curled as if trying to tear it away from her snow-white neck, her chest expanding, and an inaudible, almost gasping sound emanating from her throat.

Her dark purple eyes, which were different from those of the Imperials, quickly became dilated, the rings of her pupils dilated, and the colors of a rainbow appeared inside, and the light gradually dimmed, and she slapped the steel-like arm with the last of her strength, and the cyan veins on the back of her almost transparent hand curled hideously.

The dark will dominated Brando's mind and thoughts, his eyes reflecting the cold light of the magic crystals in the room, reflecting the miserable and distorted face of the prime minister's daughter, her mouth wide open, her snow-white teeth inside, her pink tongue, throat and tonsils clearly visible, and the lack of oxygen made the latter's mouth open and close, like a fish on a chopping board.

This scene made Brando's heart twisted with some satisfaction, this vicious woman deserved to be such an end, let her use her ugliest side to meet Lord Martha, this is the judgment and the punishment, not only because of Roman, but also for the thousands of people who died in that disaster.

But when he thought of the word judgment, Brando's mind was clear, and the arrogant face of the Silver Queen appeared before his eyes, and although the illusion disappeared in an instant, it still made him break out in a cold sweat.

His anger subsided a little, and he suddenly realized that his actions were no different from those he despised, and if he let his anger go and killed this woman, how different would such behavior be from the beast?

Thinking of this, Brando's tense muscles relaxed slightly.

As if she had found a glimmer of redemption in the endless abyss, she breathed in despair, as if to press the last shred of air into the lobes of her lungs. She whined, and Brando soon felt cold tears fall onto the back of her hand.

"When you cry, you don't think about it, and those who have been hurt by you also cry because of you......"

Delphine shook her head feebly, and in the darkness the girl's pale face was full of weakness and pity. Brando looked at the woman, unsure whether she was too scared or pretending to be - for he knew deep down that this woman had been carefully dressed up for disguise and lies - a realization that made him a little hard-hearted and blind to the scene.

“…… Roman...... She's not ...... yet Dead ......"

The prime minister's daughter looked ahead in a trance, the excessive lack of oxygen made her nearly blind, her hair was wet and drooping on her forehead, she was sweating like pulp, completely soaking her clothes. Stick her back to the wet cabin.

But as soon as she spoke, she still grabbed the center of gravity, almost gritted her teeth, and squeezed out the last word.

Brando was taken aback, and he subconsciously let go of his hand, causing Delphien to sit down against the wall like a puddle of mud, kneeling on the ground.

"How do you know?"

The prime minister's daughter hung her head and covered her neck in pain. There was a purple mark on her snow-white slender neck, but she didn't dare to waste time easily. The voice was a little hoarse and replied:

She ...... It is...... Dusk ......"

But Brando didn't care about her pain at all, and grabbed her by the collar and lifted her off the ground: "Who told you all this?" ”

He didn't believe that Delphien had found the answer on her own, her knowledge and strength were not worthy of this, unless she was also a traverser, but this prime minister's daughter was obviously not.

"I ...... See ......"

"What you saw?"

Brando tugged at the woman's collar and pressed her arm against the bulkhead. "Do you think I'll trust you, Miss Delphien, people's trust is limited, we once gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it?" ”

“…… I ...... with my own eyes seen. I...... Also know...... Your secret ......," Delphine replied with his head hung in self-deception, his mouth wide open.

Her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

But Brando heard it anyway.

He was horrified: "What secret? ”

Delphien looked up and pressed into his ear, she gasped slightly, and whispered four words:

“…… Amber...... The Sword. ”

The breath blowing on his earlobes made Brando frown, but he was relieved, at least not the secret.

Still, Delphien's words caused him to fall silent, "Did she really see it, and how did this woman see it?" ”

After a moment of silence, Brando opened his mouth coldly: "...... Do you want to bargain with me? ”

Delphine shook his head a little weakly.

"I know...... How are you...... Man, Earl...... My lord, I only ask for ...... Get a fair ...... Chances of trial ......"

Brando looked at the woman coldly, let go of his hand, shook his head, and said: "I didn't intend to kill you personally, but you will get the judgment you deserve, and when you return to the fir realm, I will hand you over to Her Royal Highness the princess, even if you are an unforgivable sin, I will give him the dignity he deserves-"

After saying this, he seemed to relax as a whole.

Brando's mouth pursed tightly, and to be honest, he wanted to kill this woman with a single sword, or just strangle her to death in a fit of rage.

But at the last moment he came to his senses, which made him a little regretful, but also a little lucky.

He knew deep down that he didn't have that qualification.

He can take anyone's life on the battlefield, but he can't judge anyone easily, he has such power, and he has such power, but the more he understands this, the more carefully he restrains the dark side of his heart.

The higher you are, the more accustomed you are to dominating the fate of others, the easier it is to be blinded by power, and the Silver Queen Yin Jian is not far away, and her fate is enough to be vigilant.

Brando doesn't want to one day not only be his own enemy, but also the people around him will be hurt by himself, the realm of sages is not only power, but also the recognition of power itself, after all, this is the kindness of Martha Xu and mortals, otherwise what is the difference with dusk?

There was silence in the darkness, except for the faint gasps of a man and a woman.

But in the darkness, Brando saw a bright light in Delfin's light purple eyes, and after spending some time with the other party, he knew what that meant.

"Delphion, I know what you're thinking, but I'm not pedantic, and if the Nedwin family dares to intervene in obstructing the justice of the trial, I don't mind letting the empire lose a noble family with a long history."

Delphine looked up with lightning and looked at him with a bite of her lower lip.

“…… You want me dead so much, Lord Earl? ”

"You deserve it, ma'am."

“……”

“…… What if I'm one of yours? ”

After a short moment of silence, the voice of the prime minister's daughter came from the darkness.

"What?" Brando was stunned, and before he could react, he felt a pair of slender arms hug him from behind.

Immediately afterward, a fiery body hugged him tightly.

“…… Don't you want to save Miss Roman, Lord Count? Delphien looked up, her eyes frighteningly bright in the darkness, she rested her chin on his shoulder, gasped and said, "I can make up for my fault......"

"What do you want to say, Miss Delphien?" Brando asked coldly, motionless.

"The mystery of the Emerald Rite, my lord."

Brando's heart moved slightly, although he had expected this answer, but he didn't dare to believe it easily, he only felt a poisonous snake entangle himself, and spit out an apricot: "Do you think I will trust you again, Miss Delphien?" ”

"If I were your woman......" the fiery breath of the prime minister's daughter spewed into Brando's neck.

"Is it the same with Mr. Ehrman?"

Delphien let out a whimper like a wounded beast, and Brando felt her nails dig deep into his back, and he gasped and thought to himself that he had done it to himself.

He subconsciously wanted to push the scorpion-hearted woman away, but when he lowered his head, he saw a dazzling red; The prime minister's daughter bit her lip, and blood flowed down the corners of her mouth, and the stars fell on his chest.

"My clothes, ......"

Brando couldn't help but vomit in his heart, but he shook his head, thinking to himself what he had to do with a woman, even if she deserved it, but not to be ridiculed for himself.

"I'm sorry, I lost my word, Ms. Delphien."

He pressed his hand on the shoulder of the prime minister's daughter, trying to separate the other party, but Delphien hugged him tightly and whispered, "Have me, Lord Earl......"

"Are you mad, Miss Delphien?"

"I'm not mad, for that's the only way to make you trust me, Lord Count. If you want to rescue your fiancée, you can only trust me—"

She said in a hoarse and low voice: "You don't have much time, and so do I, trust me one last time, can you?" ”

Delphine pressed her cheek against him, the hair on her forehead drooping wet and white like jade, sweat sliding down the tip of her nose, she whispered, but in a calm tone.

Brando felt Delfin's hand groping for something on the bed behind him, but he didn't care for a moment, only shook his head: "That's impossible, Miss Delphien, if you really have the heart to atone for your sins, I have another way......"

But before he could finish his sentence, Delphien stood on tiptoe and put his hands around the back of his neck and gagged him.

Brando's eyes widened, and he felt a mouthful of cold liquid pass through Delphien's mouth.

The purple eyes of the prime minister's daughter and him were full of triumphant pride.

…… (To be continued......)