"Fluff!"

Julian pounced in a frenzy and wrapped his arms around her body, which was trembling from massive blood loss.

The woman who haunted me the most turned out to be in front of me all along. Although Julian had doubted the identity of the female killer captain on more than one occasion, until the moment before the mask was completely removed, he could never believe that the two had already met each other on the day he and Frey were reunited.

"How could I? how could I do this?" Ipeia shook her head in disbelief as she looked at her bloodstained left hand as she stepped back.

After stabbing her cronies, Ipeia immediately regretted it. A month before her first meeting with Julian, Frey went to Alexandria's palace alone to meet with Ipeia, who was the empress. The purpose, as well as the untidy and chaotic relationship with Julian, the reason why he still kept Frey by his side and let her serve as his killer captain was because the living Frei was a very useful chess piece, and now, Ipeia stabbed this knife because of her own whims, not only made this chess piece a waste chess, but also completely pushed Julian to the complete opposite of herself, and there was no room for recovery.

What kind of mentality did she have when she stabbed it? Was it jealous that Frey would be able to get Julian's obsession? Was it because Frey would say things that she shouldn't have said?Or was it because Frey had already questioned herself?Ipeia didn't know at all, maybe all of these factors, maybe none of them, her mind was blank at this time, and she could only watch her blood-stained left hand in a daze, muttering "how so" in her mouth......

But Ipeya's lost soul, in Julian's view, is simply a fake mercy of a cat crying a mouse, a worthless crocodile tear, which adds fuel to Julian's fire of grief and indignation.

"Ahhh......hh

Holding Frey with one hand and raising the "Tears of Repentance" with the other, Julian used all his strength and fighting spirit to swing a one-handed, single-sword version of the "Brilliant Flash" at Ipeia.

Although Julian had been chasing Ipeia until then, at that time he was more interested in seeking justice for the mutilated life and the responsibility he had to bear, and now, he has only one thing left for Ipeia is a bitter hatred and despair of "either you die or I live".

The magic sword transformed Julian's strong hatred into a more powerful force, and the battle spirit technique "Miserable Flash" was released with several times the power, forming a heavy, sad and mournful black sword pressure, which penetrated the narrow underground passage, and made a violent loud noise when it hit the wall at the end, not only the entire underground passage was shaking, but even the ground world had a felt earthquake. If it weren't for the fact that this tunnel was at least 4 or 5 meters above the ground, I'm afraid that this violent sword pressure would even be able to cut through the surface!

And Ipeiya, who was standing in front of the sword press, couldn't dodge at all in such a narrow environment, and was hit head-on by the sword press, and before she even had time to scream, she was completely crushed into foam, mixed with dancing sand and dust, and her bones were scattered.

"Frey, don't die!" Julian didn't calm down after releasing his anger, "No...... You're going to be fine!Absolutely not ......."

He gently placed Frey on the ground, pulled the dagger out with soft force, and searched his whole body with his hands, but could not find where the damned silver cross was, probably somewhere. Julian had no choice but to lay the "Eternal Victory", which was very similar to a cross, next to Frey's wound, plus the holy sword itself has its own healing master attributes, only the dead horse was a live horse doctor. Julian cut his finger and let his blood flow into Frey's wound, while silently chanting healing spells and invoking magic in his heart, trying to combine his healing magic with the healing power of the Holy Sword to save Frey through his own blood.

"You...... Let go of me!"

Unwilling to accept Julian's help, Frey struggled to pick up the dagger and hold it against Julian's throat.

Julian ignored it and continued to chant the healing spell.

"I don't want ...... Rousseau's ...... Grace, you get out of ......."

Frey's attitude became more resolute, and she sent the dagger forward as far as she could, the sharp blade cutting through the skin of Julian's neck, causing blood to flow, but Julian remained focused on giving Frele the spell and healing, not caring that she was on the verge of death.

"Damn......" Frey couldn't get her hands down anymore, and her hand holding the dagger fell. Even if she had prick half an inch further, she would have killed Julian, but she couldn't do it.

Although her memory of the short and sweet time with Julian no longer exists, replaced by an incomparable hatred for his label of "Rousseau", Frey has not only tried to take Julian's life more than once, but what she has never been able to face and forgive is that every time she thinks of Julian, she has an indescribable deep feeling, a feeling that no matter how much hatred and disgust she uses to convince herself, it cannot be concealed.

Memories can be taken away, but feelings cannot.

Rewind the clock to a few months ago.

The world is not yet aware of the existence of this organization.

St. Papal Island, the holy place of knightly sanctuary, in the city of Madolu, on a small wooden building in the backyard of the sanatorium.

One night, Frey sat alone on the bed in a daze, holding a blood-stained dagger. A few days earlier, she had stabbed a man with the dagger. This strange man not only hugged her frivolously, arrogantly claiming to be her "fiancé", even if it was forgotten, he even claimed to be surnamed "Rousseau", which is absolutely unforgivable!

What does the "Rousseau" family mean to Frey? they are the culprits who framed her "Leglis" family, and they are the villains who destroyed her family!

Therefore, Frey should not feel any guilt after stabbing the man who called himself "Julien Rousseau". But in fact, on the contrary, the man's smile and every move were deeply imprinted in her mind, and she could not forget it for a long time; no, the man's impression seemed to have been deeply planted in her heart, and there seemed to be an inseparable affection between the two.

How can this be? I don't know him!! But no matter how much she resisted, whenever she calmed down, Frey couldn't help but pull out her dagger, staring at the dried and blackened blood stains on it, accompanied by an unknown smirk.

Suddenly, the dagger "floated" on its own.

No, the dagger didn't float, because one of them snatched it out of Frey's hand.

Since the man was covered in a black cloak and it was late at night, Frey was so fascinated that she didn't notice anyone approaching her.

"Give it back to me!" Frey yelled at the man who snatched the dagger, a middle-aged man in a black cloak and clad in paladin armor.

That's all a knee-jerk rant. Because most people usually ask questions like "who are you" or "how did you get in?" first.

"Little girl, do you want to know who he is?" asked the paladin.

"No!" Frey replied categorically.

Of course she knew who the strange Mr. Paladin who had suddenly appeared in her room meant by "he".

"And do you want to rehabilitate your Legris family?" the paladin asked an unavoidable question.

"I ......" Frey suddenly felt unreal. Rehabilitation? She had never thought of it before.

"If you want, go to the Rocal Empire and find Ipeya. ”

"Is Ipeya II, the current Empress of the Rocal Empire?"

"Could there be anyone else?"

"But I'm now a wanted criminal in the Rocard Empire, so why should the Empress help me?"

"Give her this dagger and she will help you. The paladin returned the dagger to Frey.

"Huh?" Suspiciously took the dagger, but Frey was still a little unconvinced.

"Little girl. You have an hour to run away and no one will find you. Tomorrow, there will be another little girl here in your place, so no one will find out that you have escaped. You can do whatever you want. ”

"But I can't ......"

Before Frey could finish her sentence, the paladin raised her black cloak. I only felt a gust of wind blowing, and by the time Frei came to her senses, the paladin was gone.

Looking at the empty room, Frey wondered if she was dreaming just now, but the dagger in her hand was very clear and the unfamiliar body temperature came.

Regardless of whether or not she could meet the Empress of the Rocal Empire in person, since the strange paladin said that she should escape, then there was no reason not to escape? For a few months after recovering from her injuries, Frey was tired of being kept under house arrest day and night in this small building.

The magical light of the healing faded, and the skin around the wound finally closed, but it was too fragile to protect the already battered internal organs. Tired and sweating, Julian couldn't take a break, so he hurriedly unfastened part of his armor and tore off a large piece of fabric from his shirt to cover Frey's terrible wound in the abdomen.

"What are your intentions in saving me?" After feeling a little better, Frey once again grabbed the dagger and pressed it against Julian's already bleeding throat, and asked sternly.

Attempt?!

Julian sneered. He didn't bother to answer and didn't want to give any explanation. At this time, as long as Frey immediately sent the dagger forward an inch, he would die immediately, but Julian was not afraid, he was already at ease with life and death, not to mention that it was not in vain to die at the hands of the woman he loved the most.

Facing Julian's gentle smile that defied life and death, Frey's heart was like a lightning strike, she couldn't tell what this feeling was, she only knew that no matter how much she hated in her heart, under this smiling face, she couldn't really make up her mind.

With a "bang", Frey threw away the dagger for the second time.

"Damn, who the hell is he?"

Frey cried out to herself......