The winter passed, and they didn't come back.

This was followed by a short spring and summer ...... Until now, there has been no sign of their return.

Vickily is an impatient, she hates waiting, and it drives her crazy to sit in her room and listen to the sound of time ticking, clicking. So she now walked towards the door, ready to leave the room where she was imprisoned.

The moment the door was pushed open, she found that the night was dark, and the thin mist was entangled with the breeze on the sea, as if hovering in the spirit of a wronged soul......

"It's weird......"

She rubbed her chin and looked at the strange sea in front of her, convinced that her lodgings were at least forty kilometers from the nearest shore, and that the sun had fallen into her room through the window a few seconds earlier. But now all that was left was a broken moon, and its debris could almost be seen falling high in the air, and the strange gravitational turbulence caused the sea to swell wildly, like an abstract herd of horses galloping wildly on the surface of the sea.

The strange sight led her to the most convincing conclusion - another dream.

A path was left in front of the house, and the black, angular but rough masonry showed that it was a product of the pre-medieval Canaanite coastline, which led along the coastline into the distance, where there was a bloated, exaggerated castle.

"Time is running out, Vikings! Help me push the gates open! The shout was a young man in a black hunting suit, who jumped out of a sailboat docked on the shore and rushed towards the castle with a group of strong men in animal skins.

"Vikings? What are you ...... doing?"

The sight in front of her made Vikirico wonder if she should go back to her room and continue to sleep, waiting for the dawn to come, and the new one would begin.

"I always dream of something ridiculous."

She muttered, and was just about to turn back, but caught a glimpse of a male figure in the afterglow.

The man, who was almost two meters tall and had hair as blue as the sea, stepped off the gangplank of the sailboat with someone in his arms, and ran after the "Vikings" towards the castle.

"Draenor?"

She jerked her head back, her legs already open by the time she reacted, desperate to catch up with the familiar figure.

"Yanolian, where is she!? We have wounded, immediately prepare for the exorcism ceremony!! The young man in the hunting suit slammed open the door, grabbed the doorkeeper by the collar and yelled at him.

"Mr. Pasanen...... Sister Janolian works in the library, and she doesn't want to be disturbed. The gatekeeper pushed the young man away with a frown, and said coldly to the strangers.

Draenor walked in silence to the gatekeeper Rao, and took out a Seahawk Totem badge from his bosom with his free hand.

"Mr. Lopud's imprint...... I see, follow me. ”

The Gatekeeper's tone was reversed a hundred and eighty degrees, and as if he had realized the seriousness of the problem, he gestured a few times to the guards on either side of the gate, and led the strangers towards the tower on the side of the castle.

"He was holding ...... in his arms Jeana? What's going on? Vicilico suddenly felt a chill in her back, and she climbed into the wall on the side of the castle, and it seemed that the people around her were not aware of her existence, it was a dream after all......

Chased to the door of the tower, the eeriely carved door had been completely locked, and Vikily could hear the stray footsteps drifting down the stairs, and there was a vague conversation.

"Do you have a surgeon? Blood transfusions, sterilization, surgery, anything! Save this girl's life! A strong man said.

"What she needs is an exorcist!" The young man suddenly shouted to the Vikings, "Stay here, Sister Janorian won't want to see so many strange faces...... Mr. Delaenau, come with me Sister Jeanne. ”

"The Exorcist...... Exorcism rituals? ”

Vicchirico had already guessed what poor Jeanne had been through, and she gave up her foolishness of trying to push the door open, and climbed up the metal bracket on the other side of the tower to the window on the third floor.

Through the window, she saw Jeanne lying on a hospital bed in one corner of the room, and on the other side, surrounded by a huge bookcase, stood a woman with long gray hair, dressed in an unseasonal fringed shawl and long dress, taking out a blood draw vial with a needle from the medicine cabinet beside her and handing it to Langlano Hand Zheng

"The roots of the Moon Seed have spread across her abdomen. You also know that winning only it will burn these roots to ashes. The gray-haired woman looked at Draenor solemnly, "And you'll all pay a terrible price......"

What the hell is she doing...... Vikiriko almost pushed the window open, she was sure she could hear clearly, the roots, "it", and the cost of the Moon Seed, but she didn't know what they meant.

Then, without a hint of hesitation, Draenor nodded......

Vikily watched as a finger-thick silver needle pierced Langlano's chest, and bright red blood poured into the vial like a river, as if trying to suck the last drop of blood out of his body.

"Uh-uh...... Jeana...... There is still hope for everything, it will be all right......" Draenor used his last strength to raise his hand and stroke Jeanne's hair, the last comfort he could do.

"Ahh!!!!!hh

Immediately after, the blood in the vial boiled, and Draenor pushed away the chair and fell to his knees in pain. Heart-rending cries echoed through the tower, and even the crows that had landed at the top of the tower scattered in terror.

Vickyli couldn't take it anymore, she banged frantically against the window, only to feel an invisible wall imprison her in Kongzheng, and the stiff sense of restraint grew more and more viscous until a powerful cyclone formed and threw her into the air like a tornado......

……

"Draenor!"

The hysterical shouts shattered the surrounding tranquility and echoed through the room for a week, rushing out the window.

Vicheria shuddered and rolled over to her feet, choked on her loud voice, and sat on the bed gasping for breath.

"Count Klose, nightmare?"

The puppet sitting in the corner got up and walked over, tilting its head to the left and asking her worriedly.

"It's not...... It's just a little hot, and I can't sleep well......" Vichery sighed, picked up the wine glass on the bed table and took a sip, "Stella, don't use that disgusting name on me, call me Vicky like before." ”

"I see, Count Klose." The doll sister smiled and nodded, reaching out to rip off Vicilico's pajamas.

"What are you doing?" She slapped Stella's hand away in panic and clutched her chest.

"Your clothes and sheets are soaked, even if it's summer, be careful not to catch a cold."

"One, more than anyone else......" Vichery glanced impatiently at Stella, expertly tossing her pajamas aside, getting up and walking towards the closet facing the screen.

Suspenders, underwear, lace shirts, skirts and hats......

"Trouble is dead...... Vicilico scratched her head, tossed the torn clothes that got in the way, and pulled out her favorite cycling pants and short military shirt and slipped them on.

"Count, you have forgotten the most important thing."

Vikily looked back impatiently to see Stella carrying two intricate "parts" in her hands, a skirt and a corset.

"I need to wear these in my own house!?" She raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

"Yes, 'The eldest daughter of Archduke Abraham was officially knighted for her exploits in repelling the Yazra clan at Los Canza', the news has spread in Nikanlos, Count Neseph of Odex. Joshua, the eldest son of the magistrates of Hipika and Hep. Quilford and the rest of us would like to meet you at this afternoon's tea party. Stella pulled a long list out of her bosom and read them aloud.

"Cancel it, I'm not interested in the political theories of those sons." Vicheric tossed the girdle on the table into the trash and waved at Stella.

"They weren't all here for politics, and according to Archduke Abraham's speculation, they probably had another purpose."

"For what purpose?" Vikiriko walked over to the desk with her glass in hand, twisted the metal faucet on the barrel, and poured a full glass of red wine.

Stella smiled, almost identical to a human smile, a wicked smile mixed with a certain meaning.

"Propose."

"Ahem...... What!? Vickyrie choked on and quickly put her glass on the table. She was stunned for a moment, her brow gradually softening, as if she had thought of a good idea.

"yes, I haven't seen them in a while...... The tea party was held as usual, but it had to be attended by all the people of Deswell Manor. Then again, I've been in Fort Heskaet for two months now, how is it going elsewhere? ”

“…… Count Klose, it's not just two months, it's been twenty years since you returned to Vraktu......" Stella bowed her head slightly.

"Twenty years!?" Vikily looked back in surprise, smiled helplessly, and pushed open the window to look at the sun-drenched Dega Valley.

"yes, I've been waiting for it for twenty years......"