The sunset faded away after the last rays of brilliant color, and the silver moon dotted in the sky grew brighter.

The darkness before night fell over the manor, and the servants waited eagerly for the return of their master, but they may have encountered an "overtime" situation, and the Earl of Cranston was an hour later than usual, and had not yet returned.

"It must be because of the fact that your brother beat the prince." Downstairs in the living room, the chubby Mrs. Cranston sighed with the brown-haired boy sitting across from the sofa.

"What do you want me to say, alas, baby Charles is too impulsive......"

Although there was a very serious attempted kidnapping this morning, this only dilutes the existence of something, and does not completely cover it up.

One of the parties is the son of a royal minister of the kingdom, and the other is a prince of the royal family of the kingdom, and the two are in conflict to the point of using their hands and feet - although Charles has always seemed calm, this matter is not a small matter.

At this moment, the upper nobles of Dulin already knew about this matter. Naturally, the Cranston family would not be unaware.

"It's a strange thing, Joseph, it's so infuriating!"

Alan stumbled in defense: "And my brother is also for me......"

"What a simple child." The fat lady looked at him with pity when she heard this, didn't say anything, and asked instead, "Where has your brother gone?" ”

"Yes, upstairs, I don't know what to do." Alan replied, then thought about it, and plucked up the courage to add: "My brother is for me, for me, and I have a share in this matter." ”

"It depends on what the royal family thinks."

"The royal family can't be unreasonable"

"Oh my God, Baby Ellen, it's your big brother who will do it first."

"But it was Joseph who scolded me first!"

"He scolded you? That's not what is being preached now. As she spoke, the fat lady asked curiously, "Baby Ellen, what did he scold you?" ”

"This ......" Alan blinked, looking at the stepmother in front of him, embarrassed to say.

……

A dim light enveloped the bedroom, with no lights present or any noise.

The closed windows cut off all the sounds outside, and the servants of the manor were busy on the first floor, and no one was going upstairs at the moment, and they seemed to be avoiding a certain young master who had been in trouble again.

But that's actually what Charles is happy to see.

He was sitting quietly at his desk in front of the window, his hands nimbly fiddling with a palm-sized white puppet.

The puppet was also wrapped with a strip of cloth from a famous toy store in the royal city of Porso, which was dragged down by Charles and thrown aside.

Then he did something to the white puppet.

Disemboweled, cards inserted, "wounds" stitched with needles and threads, and then secret texts were written, mantras and imprints were recited......

The darkness around him could not hinder the precise movement of his hands, and when it was all done, Charles placed the puppet in his hand on the table in front of him, alongside another black puppet.

……

The sudden enemy has a lot of secrets.

For example, her identity as a son of the gods, such as the secret meeting she went to soon after.

For example, whether she is a sperm patient, or has two souls, or two people at all.

For example, how she ignored her talent for blinding.

Another example is how she ignored the church and gained the power of the gods.

It seems like a mystery together, but—

"The secrets of the dead have no value."

Muttering, the steel dagger in his hand spun, holding it upside down and nailed to the neck of the black puppet by Charles!

[You unleash the Dismemberment Curse, target Thea. Hugo】

……

Although there are many things to explore about the other party, Charr feels that she is more threatening on the other hand.

He didn't want to spend all his days in the Overworld guarding against that kind of elusive assassination.

So Charles decided to use the curse of dismemberment against her, leaving her brain-dead or completely ineffective for various organs from the neck down.

In this way, it only takes the curse to take effect, and in a few minutes, she will definitely not be able to survive anymore.

"Just ......"

The Eye of Truth floated away, and at the end there was no hint of a successful kill.

Charles frowned, a little unsure.

"Is it because you can't feel it from a distance? Or did it not kill? ”

It was a very worrying thing, but he didn't think much of it.

At the moment, all he can use is this one Dismemberment Curse, so if this doesn't work, then it's useless to want more.

Pulling the dagger off the table, and "brutally" dissecting the black puppet, he then looked at the white puppet on the side.

"You're so incomprehensible, I can't tell the difference, I'm really sorry."

Muttering, he nailed the dagger in his hand down the white puppet's neck into the table.

[You unleash the Dismemberment Curse, target Thea. Hugo】

……

The same reminder as before, which Charles ignored.

When the curse was over, he picked up the secret paper that had been prepared on the side, and then wrapped the two puppets in it.

At the sound of a slightly high-pitched incantation, orange flames lit up, illuminating the darkness around them, and casting Charles' youthful face a little uncertain.

Quietly watching the burning cloth on the floor gradually turn to black ash, ignoring the large hole in the floor that had been repaired for a few days, Charles turned his head to look at the sky outside, and then no longer hesitated.

With a thought, a silver-colored gate faintly carved with angels and demons slowly emerged.

The angel soared through the clouds, spear in hand, pointing directly at the earth's demonic black smoke-filled world.

Hideous werewolves, hated witches, deadwood-like faces...... The cheeks of various ghosts faintly dotted the surface of the gate.

The gate went from illusory to real, with bursts of light blooming from the edges, as if it had been welded into the air of the Overworld, and as it solidified, the various patterns carved on it became more and more lifelike.

It was the first time Charles had seen the new door, and he looked at it with some curiosity.

However, just like in the old days of the Song of Ice and Fire world, the patterns of this door are just decorations, and they don't seem to be of much use.

"It's quite realistic."

The thought crossed his mind, and Charles no longer hesitated, carrying a bag of "swag", holding the doorknob, which was also made of silver, and twisting it, the silver door was opened with a strange click.

Charles stepped into it.

However, after he entered this time, he did not immediately have that special feeling of hanging in the air, but stood behind the door that was rippled by the clear light, and the world suddenly stopped.

The surroundings are basically composed of light, and you can't see anything, but behind you is the passage that connects the manor bedroom, and when you turn your head, you can still see some of the situation in the bedroom behind the door.

Standing still, the Charr didn't encounter anything, but suddenly felt as if they had a choice—a song of ice and fire, or a force of evil?

No one said that to him, but he suddenly felt that he had a choice to make here.

"Can you choose it here? I thought it was only through the ring ......"

After thinking about it, he made a decision. Then it went dark and brightened again.

Maybe in the blink of an eye, he appeared in another world.

The dizziness after the shuttle rippled in my mind, as if I was drunk, and the "aftertaste was long".

The air around me, which had been a little dull, suddenly became cool and even cold.

Charles stood on the edge of a cliff at this moment, and as far as the eye could see, the vast expanse of snow-colored plains beneath his feet was silently shrouded in a dark snowy sky. At the end of the plain is an endless snowy forest, devoid of any greenery, and the dead branches are dotted with snow, which looks rather bleak.

A military camp stood quietly on the mountainside at the foot of the mountain, and the sky was constantly buried by goose feathers and heavy snow, making it look like the bulges were about to be swallowed up by the snow.

The black clouds surging in the sky seemed endless, and from the moment in front of you to the end of the line of sight, everything you saw was shrouded in clouds, obscuring the sky and the sun, making the world here dark as hell.

"Why did those soldiers come back?"

"What's going on here?"

Puzzled, he scanned his surroundings,

In the battle a long time ago, the traces of dragon flame burning were still faintly visible, but they were basically covered in heavy snow.

There are no dragons' corpses, no three-eyed ravens, nothing to be aware of.

At the top of the mountain here, snow is snow except for snow.

Just as he was thinking this, Charles's glance suddenly stopped.

He saw a brownish-yellow scepter buried in a snowdrift.