At the gate of the Restorationist camp, a man in a gray cloak was tightly tied with a thick hemp rope on a large wooden stake used to hold the gate of the fortress, and there were more than 20 soldiers with spears or crossbows around him, nervously guarded, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

However, contrary to the surrounding atmosphere, the man whose hands were tied to the stake behind his back looked like he had nothing to do with himself, and looked up boredly at the sunset that was gradually sinking in the distance outside the gate.

Seeing Sophia coming, a sturdy young man who looked like an officer stepped forward, gave a knightly salute, and said, "Your Royal Highness, please forgive us for our negligence. This guy didn't know how he slipped in, and no one found out. When the brothers caught him, he was standing on the tower over there. Our brethren tried all sorts of things to greet him, but this guy never said a word. He's got to be a spy, or a killer, and we want to ......."

Sophia raised her hand, interrupting the young officer's rambling report.

Although she couldn't see the man's face, Sophia felt a familiar aura from the chatting back.

"Owen, are you home?" Sophia's thought flashed through her mind, but she quickly threw it out of her mind. If it's really Owen, how can he be so easily caught by a few creeps?

Out of curiosity, Sophia went around to the other side of the stake and looked at the front of the man to see who he was. The young officer did not dare to slack off, and followed Sophia step by step.

Things are often really so coincidental, and what is subjectively thought to be unlikely to happen happens but really happens.

Looking at the familiar face, covered in blood from the lynching and beating, but still with the same gentle smile as before, Sophia felt like a world away.

"I must have been dreaming" - after the battle between heaven and man, and finally confirming that what she saw was not an illusion, the emotion of "tears of joy" took over Sophia's heart.

Then, in desperation, Sophia threw herself forward, hugged the man tied to the stake tightly, buried her head in his shoulder, and wept well, never wanting to let go.

But just as Sophia was about to take a step forward, she was stopped by Owen's slight shake of her head. Owen's eyes clearly reminded her that she must always be aware of her identity, and now that she is the sole leader of the tens of thousands of regents, it is time for her to establish her personal prestige, and any gaffes must be avoided.

In the past, Sophia would never have suppressed such honest feelings, but now she knew that she was no longer the girl who loved fantasy and needed to be protected. Under the rational impact of a strong sense of responsibility, the emotional impulse was eventually defeated. Sophia managed to bring her expression back to its original state.

"Bahru. In a calm tone, Sophia called out the name of the young officer beside her.

"Your Highness, are you going to interrogate this spy yourself?" Bahru began to try again, and the feeling of asking for merit jumped on his face.

"Go and help him untie and prepare a comfortable room. ”

"Yes, I'll go...... What!"

This flipped command almost made Bahru come back to his senses.

"He's not a spy, he's not a killer, he's my personal bodyguard. Sophia said.

"Huh?!"

Not only Bakhru himself, but all the soldiers in the vicinity who heard this, all doubted their ears.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, he ...... He's your personal bodyguard?" Bahru pointed to the tied Owen and questioned in a tone of disbelief, "You—didn't you say that?"

"My guards are coming over in the next two days, didn't Alice tell you about this?"

"This ......"

Alice, who moved out of the camp at this time, also blocked all of Bahru's doubts by the way. Sophia deliberately lowered her tone, "How long are you going to keep my guards tied there?"

In the midst of an illusory fog, a man with a masked face and dozens of bags of all sizes appeared in front of Amelia.

"Tony, it's you. ”

Seeing the appearance of the mysterious man, Emilia "Ripper on a Rainy Night" slowly lowered her kitchen knife, while on the other side, seemingly realizing that the battle would not last, "Hook the Soul" Tegar also put down the scythe in her hand.

People with extreme ideas are often more hated than ordinary people. Who was good for himself and who was bad for himself also remembers it better than anyone else. Tony Nader, the "coroner", is one of the very few people in this world who Emilia thinks is good for her. Because only the powder prepared by Tony can make Emilia, who has been tortured by the cursed poisonous blood in her body day and night due to the "eclipse star", get rid of the never-ending pain.

So if there's anyone in this world that Emilia doesn't want to be the enemy, it's Tony.

"Tony, are you going to arrest me too?" Although she didn't want to be Tony's enemy, Emilia wasn't someone to be caught in a tight line.

"No, I'm just here to take you home. ”

"Go home? haha, that's ridiculous, where is my home? If it's the Isle of the Dead, I'll never go back to that place!"

"Why can't you go back, even though the mission has failed, the Lich King hasn't said anything about punishing you. Besides, what you have done on the mainland these days has caused too much unnecessary trouble. ”

"I just want to improve my strength as much as possible, and I won't trouble you, don't bother me!"

"With such a desperate desire to improve your strength, who do you want to be the enemy?"

"This ......"

If it were someone else, Emilia wouldn't have bothered to explain so much. She knew why she was fleeing, why she was fighting, or what she was afraid of, but she wouldn't say it in front of Tony Nader.

After a long silence, Emilia finally spoke slowly: "I will leave the island of the dead from now on, and his personal guard will have nothing to do with me anymore, Tony, go back and tell the Lich King that I have no entanglement with him, and tell him not to send people to pester me again, otherwise I will kill one by one." Including you!"

Before Tony could respond, a third voice interjected.

"Amelia, are you done with your sex?"

Emilia was startled, she knew who the voice was owning. The worst feared thing happened.

The scythe in Tegar's hand floated on its own, slashing it into the air. The space was split, and what appeared in the crack in the space was a black-haired boy in a black robe.

Not through the voice of the vulture, nor through the instant teleportation of the magic stereogram, the Lich King Karlovan himself came to Amelia.

Looking at her boss's eyes as deep as the universe, Emilia had imagined 10,000 ways to deal with it, all of which she had left out of the clouds.

If Tony Nader, the "Coroner", is the only person Emilia doesn't want to be hostile to, then the Lich King Callowen is the only one who can shock her heart. In front of Carlovin, she felt that she had a strange sense of awe. It was not the obedience of subordinates to their superiors, their courtiers to their rulers, and their servants to their masters, but some simpler, purer affection that most people had, but Emilia never received.

"Amilia, go home. ”

There was no harsh reprimand, no bitter persuasion, Carlovan just said his request to Emilia in a very ordinary tone, but the shock to Emilia was far from being something that could be exchanged for a few fierce battles that sacrificed her life. Emilia hung her head, said nothing, and obediently followed the Lich King into the spatial rift that had not yet disappeared.

From behind, it looks like a father leading his mischievous daughter home.

Then, before the spatial rift disappeared, Tony also walked in.

The mission was accomplished, and Tegar had to walk back to the Isle of Death step by step on his own feet to maintain the connection point of the spatial rift. But before going home, there's one more thing that must be done.

Witnesses who had nothing to do with were swept up and saw things she wasn't supposed to see. Rachel was already terrified, and she looked at Tegar's raised scythe alof, but she forgot to scream and run away.

......

After swinging the scythe, Tegar was long gone. Rachel, who had been slashed by the scythe, did not die, and she did not even have a single scar on her body, because the "soul hooking" scythe only attacked the soul. Although she was not physically injured, all of Rachel's memories were gone, except for the journey home, and she could never recover.