The moonlight is warm and holy, and in the fountain, the clear and clear water surface ripples and ripples with the wind.

An ethereal loneliness, perfectly integrated with the night, but in such a night, a fiery and fierce spiritual heart was ignited, silver hair flying, and under the moonlight, the handsome Griffith confessed his values to others.

"Dreams? ......", with the breeze, Gus, who heard the sentence just now, was stunned for a moment, and then muttered.

Upwind, Griffith's voice followed.

His tall posture, strong but restrained arms interspersed with each other and hugged to his chest, like an elegant philosopher, eloquently spoke his ideas.

"It has nothing to do with identity, class, or experience, people are always devoted to their dreams, supported by their dreams, painful by their dreams, angry by their dreams, and then ...... Die for your dreams~~"

The water rippled, reflecting the silver moon in the sky, and the layered scene of waves and waves set off Griffith's words a little far away.

"Even if I am abandoned by my dreams, I am still unwilling," accompanied by a sudden headwind, blowing the ripples on the water surface into confusion, and turning the reflection of the moon into broken silver.

"But if it's a man, there will always be a meeting in his life, and there will always be a time when he yearns for it, the life of the martyr of God called Dream~"

The wind is blowing, the trees in the row move with the wind, and the back of Griffith, who is on the central axis, at this time, makes people feel that they are long and profound, noble and noble, and they can only look up, and his inner is so dazzling.

At this time, Griffith was no longer simply speaking his heart, but more focused on God, sinking into his own world.

"Since I was born, I have no other way to live in the world, and I can't stand such a lifestyle!!" Resolute sonorous, inner is unwavering obsession.

The princess on the stairs looked at Griffith blankly, as if all her mind was attracted, and Gus at the bottom of the stairs also looked in the direction of Griffith in a daze, and from then on, something inexplicable and new began to sprout in her eyes.

………………

The sound of running water and the breeze blew Griffith's silver hair away, and then, as if he realized something, he turned back sharply and looked at the princess apologetically.

"It's rude, it's a boring topic for the female **~~"

But to Griffith's surprise, the princess was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly came back to her senses, and blushed her pretty face in a lovely cry.

Dripping eyes were still staring at Griffith, and quickly denied, and then bent down his neck as soft as a white swan.

"That...... Lord Griffith, what a ...... What about incredible people~", softly and softly, the princess replied a little nervously.

"It's more like a nobleman than any nobleman, but when you teach me to play the leaf flute, you are like a child who is used to playing in the wild......."

When the princess said this, the admiration in her words came out softly, and her eyes were smart with a layer of bright water.

"But now she looks like a philosopher~~", speaking of this, she showed a pure and delicate smile, from the bottom of her heart, from the heart.

Seeing such a princess, Griffith couldn't help but show her heartfelt smile, a handsome and soft smile, and for a while, an ambiguous and good atmosphere spread outward.

But under the stone steps, Kascarard couldn't help but clench the corner of his clothes vigorously, and a kind of struggle and loneliness flashed in his beautiful eyes, as if to cover up, and turned his face to the sky on the other side.

However, this scene can only be a passing fragment, no one notices it, no one sees it, only Kasgarard himself, who may inadvertently remember it in the future, but it is more deeply hidden in the gap of countless thoughts.

Moreover, the dialogue in the upper wind is not over, Princess Charlotte's voice is still soft, soft flowing down with the wind, and that kind of admiration and addiction has begun to appear.

"Presumably many of your friends are also attracted by this charm and follow you~~" Princess Charlotte with obvious adoration.

"They were important companions with me countless times in life and death, but, unlike friends," Griffith deliberately accentuated the word "friend."

Gus at the bottom of the stairs listened attentively to the aggravated words.

He looked at the moon in the distance, like a little bit in the sky, "I will never depend on the dreams of others, my own reasons for existence are up to me, and if anyone who wants to ravage this dream will do everything to fight against it, even if this person is my own ......"

"For me, the so-called friend is such an equal human ......", the moon in the sky, the bright moon and the stars, the moon and Griffith's appearance echo each other, a sense of noble and lonely independence lingers.

And Gus's complexion changed because of this, and a mood that never existed spontaneously arose, a flash of unknown content called pursuit, which set off a storm in his thoughts.

Mu Ran, even more Mu Ran, another Mu Ran who fell into it for a completely different reason from before, but his body was trembling, and a boiling hot blood roared and rushed in his body with a new core.

And this also made Kasgaard notice the abnormality, this wheat-colored battlefield rose, with those beautiful eyes looked at this guy she had always felt that she couldn't see, in her perspective Gus seemed to have changed at this moment, transforming into another kind of spirit.

"Lord Griffith~~", Her Royal Highness the Princess behind her was lined by the clear fountain, she was intimidated by the majesty of Griffith's words just now, and spoke softly and cautiously.

"Your dream is ......"

"Your Royal Highness! ——————！！！！ But before the question could be fully exited, it was interrupted by a panicked, abrupt exclamation accompanied by amplified hurried footsteps.

Whether it was Princess Charlotte or Griffith, at this moment, they all looked for the direction of the source of the sound and immediately turned to look. The maid ran over in a panic and anxiously, gasping loudly from the intense movement, and then stood in front of the princess with her body undulating and gasping for a while.

"What the hell is going on?!" Seeing that her maid was so embarrassed, the princess asked repeatedly.

"Out out...... Something is wrong!! The maid clenched her hands in front of her chest in shock, and her voice trembled and slightly sharpened, "Your uncle, His Royal Highness Yuris has passed away!" ”

"Ah——! What did you say?!!!! ”

"It's an assassination, I don't know who sneaked into the mansion, even his son His Royal High......ness Adenis," the princess heard this, and covered her mouth with her frightened little hand, "The whole city is in turmoil!! The king ordered the dinner party to be returned to the city immediately, and the soldiers were about to arrive, so please prepare them at once!! ”

The maid spat out bytes quickly and hurriedly, like a cannon.

But neither of them saw it, just behind, not far away Griffith, as the maid kept talking about things, the originally handsome and handsome face gradually became dark and cold in this night, and the blue eyes seemed to become cold like blue ice.

A terrifying, hidden horror was being exposed to the air, causing the moonlight and night to begin to ooze a chill and exude a creepy aura.

"I'm going back to Gus!!"

However, Casgaard, who was downwind and under the stone steps, did not have any abnormal feelings, just because of this sudden incident, which made her, a shrewd and capable woman, feel that she should go back immediately, manage and restrain the members of her command, and in this state of martial law in the whole city, be careful, don't touch the moldy head of the big man, let Griffith bother, and ......

"If Jodah does it, war will break out......!"

But the next moment she found that Gus was still standing there without hearing at all, but in the next moment, it seemed to be half a beat slower, Mu Muran turned around and walked down the steps without saying a word.

This appearance made Cascaraard's uneasiness a little more serious, and then she calmed down a little more than before, and by the moonlight, which was brighter than the dim candlelight in the tavern, she suddenly found that Gus's dark cloak was mottled with splattering, irregular dark red stains.

That's blood!! Kasgaard, who had been in the killing field for a long time, could distinguish the smell of the breeze in an instant, and he felt a little subtle before, but because he was accustomed to the familiar smell of blood, he even ignored it at the beginning, and thought it was Gus's own blood......

The night wind was surging for a long time, his clothes were undulating like waves, and Kasgaard, who was standing in the wind, seemed to be frightened by the terrifying speculation that suddenly appeared in his heart, and his beautiful eyes were wide open to the extreme, looking at Gus's distant back, in disbelief......

And in the dark, the gears of cause and effect began to turn, carrying the long river of fate, moving forward in a predetermined direction and inertia, but there was another mysterious existence outside the box, intervening in it with an invisible hand, confusing and confusing, seemingly destined, but vaguely interspersed with bifurcated trajectories.

Griffith will never know that his original trajectory will be disrupted, the love-hate relationship with his friends and companions, the choice of life and death, what kind of impact and collapse will be suffered by a thousand kinds of things, everything is expected, but it is also unexpected, chaotic and ambiguous, even the negative god of the abyss, and the positive god of the elements will be difficult to judge.