The moment the gates of heaven opened, Paganini was too busy to take care of himself.

He mobilized all his strength to fight against the Sword of Divine Punishment that fell from the sky, including the Cloak of Original Sin.

As a carrier of the dark side of his personality, the Cloak of Original Sin can be said to be part of the body that constitutes Paganini, which carries his evil thoughts and greed, which is tantamount to an organ of the body, a spare body.

In an instant, the ritual of 'infinite movement' unfolded, and the power of the witch's dance was stacked thousands of times, advancing to an unprecedented peak.

The Dance of the Witches and the Sword of Divine Punishment collide with each other.

Destruction erupted from that moment.

At the same time, Ye Qingxuan's vicious dog pounced and rushed towards the sword in the stone on the ground, and at the moment when the torrent was about to engulf him, he could touch the hilt of the sword.

Just the hilt of the sword is enough.

At that moment, Xiao Yuan, who was full of holes, was stimulated again, like a crazy horse foaming at the mouth pulling a broken carriage, and began to run almost self-extinguishing, connecting the sword in the stone, and reactivating the twelve golden chapters of victory.

The boundaries of the heavenly kingdom on earth are rebuilt.

In a hurry, it is difficult to call the magnificently 'Kingdom of Heaven Coming', that narrow and simple realm, more like a rough shelter.

Then came an earth-shattering shock, and the blazing light engulfed everything.

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes, put away all his senses, tightened his grip on the sword in the stone, protected Elsa in his arms, and did his best to maintain the realm of heaven on earth.

In just an instant, Xiao Yuan, with the blood all over his body as his veins and his heart as the core, cracked open one after another, and the fiery blood mixed with the light of the moon spurted out of the pores, dyeing the shelter blood-red.

A terrible rift appeared in the heavenly kingdom on earth, and it was barely healed.

For the first time, he forgot everything so much, and devoted himself to the music theory of the forbidden school, desperately repairing this small realm. This was a million times stronger pressure than in the 'Naika Nest', and just a second of support made him feel like he was about to be completely destroyed and evaporated.

In a trance, he had lost consciousness, but his body was still urging the sword in the stone, repairing the realm of heaven on earth over and over again.

I don't know how long it took for the aftermath of the destruction to fade away.

He woke up from his stupor, and it was pitch black before his eyes.

But there was a faint laugh in his ears, and the frantic sound woke him from his slumber, and the strength he used for some reason made him clench the hilt of his sword and stab it in that direction.

Burst!

Throughout.

Paganini's stunned face caught his eye.

Ye Qingxuan smiled.

Even if it's dying.

"You...... How could it be ......"

Paganini was stunned and muttered, "...... Still alive?"

A crisp cracking sound rang out from above his shell, like burnt pottery, cracks spreading from the blade's piercing edge. The beastly music theory contained in the Twelve Golden Chapters of Victory turned into a fierce poison, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely pushing his painstakingly recast 'prototype' to destruction.

This 'perfect body', which has been forged by hundreds of years of hard work, has survived the judgment of the gate of heaven even when it was in its embryonic form.

But it was destroyed by such an easy sword?

Again!

Again and again in the hands of the same people!

His countenance twitched, the last shred of grace and poise trampled to smithereens, leaving only madness and hideousness, and the long-lost anger once again took possession of his will.

Even if this body collapses imminently.

"Ye Qingxuan!"

The cracked palm slammed into his face, and Ye Qingxuan's body rolled backwards like a broken pocket.

Paganini gritted his teeth, ignored the rapid collapse of his body, stepped forward quickly, raised the soles of his feet, and stepped on his face, his eyes full of cruelty.

"You think I'm just going to die?

Don't worry, it doesn't matter if this body collapses, I can make another one with a little more effort!"

Spend some effort?

It's an understatement to say it, but everyone knows how much it costs Paganini. It also made his face more and more hideous.

"Thanks to you, my strength is no longer enough to take you to the abyss, do you feel relieved?"

"Don't rejoice too soon. ”

Before the words fell, Ye Qingxuan screamed.

In his hand, the tattered cloak of original sin turned into a pitch-black blade, piercing Ye Qingxuan's shoulder. Blood splattered on his pale face, making the cracked countenance even uglier:

"I have a way around this. ”

"If you can't bring it back in its entirety, it's the same if you bring it back, right?"

Paganini grinned, clenched the blade of the sword, and aimed it at Ye Qingxuan's neck, as if looking for a place to lower the knife, but at that moment, Ye Qingxuan raised his drowsy eyes and looked at him.

Staring at his hideous face.

Paganini froze.

In a trance, he saw a faint moonlight in the pupils of his eyes flickering, and in the moonlight, there was a vague and distant silhouette.

The figure seemed familiar, very familiar.

Ethereal like a hallucination.

"Ye Lanzhou, it turned out to be your ......"

At that moment, the shadow in the moonlight looked back and glanced at Paganini, his eyes indifferent and full of pity and pity. It's like looking at a mad dog.

Pity and pity?

Paganini Fury: Why pity!

"You're dead! you're already rotting in a coffin!" he roared at the young man's gloomy eyes, "Why have mercy on me!

No one responded.

Perhaps, what he just saw was just an illusion, but he didn't want to believe it.

"You come out, Ye Lanzhou!"

He roared angrily and looked around: "I know you're here! It's all arranged by you, isn't it? Don't you have your hole cards at all times! Get out! Come and kill me! Just like you teased me back then! Don't you dream of proving your innocence? Don't you never forget your wife until you die?!

Come, get out, kill me, and you can wag your tail like a dog to the Holy City and beg for mercy!"

Still no one responded.

Ye Lanzhou has long since died, or is he disdainful of taking his life?

Paganini stared blankly at the silent and shattered world, at the iron whales in the sky, which were slowly approaching, black dots were sprinkled on the iron whales, and there was a whistling sound in the distance.

The Knights Templar were approaching.

He didn't have time to hesitate.

But when he lowered his head and looked at Ye Qingxuan's eyes: he finally saw clearly, there was no moonlight in those empty pupils, only his own reflection.

A face like a mad dog.

The face is abominable.

That little insignificant reflection reminded him of his ridiculous appearance now.

In order to pursue music theory, he did not hesitate to abandon the position of a saint and fell into the abyss, complacent, thinking that he was noble, but he was willing to fall. I don't know when, it has become such a ridiculous face.

You've already lost.

In his heart, a mocking voice rang out: Why are you still lying to yourself?

You have a lot of excuses to explain it all, but you've lost the game completely, beaten by a little full-fledged musician.

Not even dignity remained.

He looked at Ye Qingxuan's face in a daze, as if he was looking at him, and as if he was looking at someone who was very similar to him, and in the end, he covered his face and laughed, the laughter was bitter and crazy, as if he was laughing at himself.

"In the end, you'll win. ”

Paganini muttered softly and dropped his sword. The madness and hideousness on his face faded away, and in the end, only a palpitating calm remained.

He lifted Ye Qingxuan's neck and looked at his pale face.

Ye Qingxuan also raised his eyes with difficulty and looked at him.

"You won, Ye Qingxuan. ”

Paganini said calmly, without any concealment, and his voice was gloomy and calm, without madness: "I confess, you have played me like a mouse, and I have never felt the shame of a scum who has fallen into the abyss. ”

"It was a battle full of affection, hard work and victory.

Justice fought evil, love and peace triumphed over greed and strife, without the slightest flaw or defect, and can almost be recorded in the annals of history. Today's events will be a ...... in your life."

He paused, and his eyes became cruel, as if he was watching a child play with fire from afar:

"- Unfortunately, you are dreaming. ”

He looked down at Elsa, who was in the ruins beside him, and said in a cold voice: "What do you think you are doing? All the time, all the sacrifices you have made are meaningless, just wishful thinking and self-righteousness.

Even if you defeat me, even if you try your best to save her...... Do you think she's going to have a future and happiness, or do you think the world is going to be what you want it to be?"

At that moment, Ye Qingxuan understood what he meant, so he was terrified!

"Don't live in a dream, Ye Qingxuan. ”

He threw Ye Qingxuan to the ground, looked down at his frightened look, and smiled. The smile was like looking at a bubble that was about to burst, full of cold malice.

It's time to wake up. ”

In the distant sonorous sound of iron armor, his body was broken little by little, but in the broken body, a narrow gap leading to the abyss opened, and the gap engulfed him, and he sank into the abyss and left the world.

Only Ye Qingxuan was left on the ground, trembling with the malice in those words.

Help has come, but why are you so afraid?

Blood flows out of the wound on the shoulder, taking away the body temperature.

Probably the fire is out, right?

Therefore, little by little, the body becomes cold to the bone.

Even his heart and heart trembled in the sudden cold, scared like a child about to be thrown into the snow and ice.

The sound of iron boots came from afar, gradually. The harsh voice finally woke him from his dream, and with all his strength, he raised his hand and crawled forward with difficulty.

Little by little, a trail of blood was smeared on the ground.

"Elsa......"

The grim stone faces stared at him, admiring his embarrassed appearance, and the corners of their mutilated mouths seemed to be smiling. Pale fingers with blood pressed against those faces, leaving traces of pain.

Ye Qingxuan crawled over, forward, little by little.

"Elsa......"

He stared into the distance, at the sleeping girl.

It was like a long dream, and the sleeping girl woke up from the dream, opened her eyes, and forgot where she was, and forgot who she was.

She looked at Ye Qingxuan blankly, looking at this strange young man, not understanding why he was so painful, nor understanding the way he looked at her...... Why is it so sad.

"Run, Elsa!"

Ye Qingxuan looked at her pupils, and the ruptured vocal cords made a distorted sound: "Run, they're coming, ......"

Heavy footsteps approached, and the screeching sound of the blade unsheathed was heard. Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and couldn't hold back his cowardly tears: "They're coming...... Kill you!"

"Ye Qingxuan?"

Iron boots stopped in front of him, and the priest in the crimson cloak bowed his head, his face as solemn as iron.

On their chests, they wore blood-colored emblems, and on the back of their hands were armours painted with the coat of arms of the 'Hammer of Punishment', the coat of arms of the Witch's Hammer, a secret agency directly under the Order's Congregation of Faith and Reason.

These clergy, known as the Holy Inquisitors, were the remnants of the Inquisition's elite and were responsible for examining the minds of each clergyman to ensure that his faith was pure and firm, untainted by the temptations of the abyss. If necessary, the sinners will be burned at the stake.

Even within the Knights Templar, they had a secret presence to ensure that the Knights would be able to carry out the will of the Holy City at critical moments. Do not be disturbed by external objects.

And now, the priest bent down, took out a pair of pitch-black handcuffs, and put them on Ye Qingxuan's wrist: "It has been reported that you are suspected of betraying your compatriots and demons in the trial, and you are now detained and investigated." ”

Around him, the clergyman's blood-colored cloaks opened open, revealing the palms of their swords pressed against the hilts of their swords, chilling cold.

If you dare to resist, you will be killed on the spot. ”

Ye Qingxuan raised his head blankly, looking at the pair of handcuffs in front of him, but his eyes passed through the handcuffs, through the crowd, and looked in the direction of Elsa.

There, the clergy, who whispered for orders, finally got a response, bowing slightly:

"Understood. ”

So, without any hesitation, they pulled out the blade of the sword that burned red in the sheath and aimed it at the ignorant girl in front of them.

"In the name of the holy city which the nations have established......

The priest solemnly declared, belated judgment:

"Purify the demons!"

At that moment, something shattered sounded.

This was followed by screams of pain, and the angry roar of the teenager, like the roar of a lion.

At the moment when the handcuffs were put on his wrists and locked up, Ye Qingxuan raised his head, and his eyes burned with angry moonlight.

The dim moonlight in the heart suddenly lit up, dazzling like the scorching sun, and Xiao Yuan, who had inherited the core music theory of the Avalon Great Enchantment, burst out!

In his body, blood boiled and moonshine burned!

This is the desperate melody of the Stone Heart School, reversing Xiao Yuan, completely triggering the ether that is integrated into the body, and at this moment, the musician will break through the shackles of the past and gain unrivaled power.

And the price is ...... the price!

It doesn't matter if Xiaoyuan is broken, or if the heart disappears, or if you want to give up your life...... Even if you burn yourself to this day, it's so-called!

In that moment, the empty shell was filled with the frenzied moonlight, and blood boiled and gushed out of the pores, making his body swell, and his face was iron and blue, ugly like a demon crawling out of hell.

In that instant, the aether attached to his shell turned bones into steel, flesh into stone, and inhuman into some kind of angry, burning, exploding iron!

"Give me ......"

He clenched the iron cuffs, and the wire-like green tendons on his arms arched:

"-Fuck off!"

Collapse!

The black iron shackles twisted, deformed, and collapsed in an instant, and the broken pieces of iron were thrown and flew out along Ye Qingxuan's palm, and were infected by the moonlight and turned silver white. The silver-white iron was full of murderous intent, and it broke through the air.

- Throw your sword!

Rumble!

The scorching red blade raised in the air instantly twisted, and several layers of barriers and shields appeared on the monk holding the sword, and then at the same time, he flew upside down.

And Ye Qingxuan, who had already gotten up from the ground, stepped into the arms of the priest in front of him, and clenched the hilt of his sword.

The priest looked at his ugly face in astonishment, and Ye Qingxuan looked at him, grinning, revealing a smile like a demon. In the next moment, the blade is unsheathed and slammed horizontally!

The blood-clothed Holy Judge subconsciously wanted to block it, but then his arm armor twisted and shattered, and he was smashed out, rolling on the ground, unable to get up.

At the same time, all the priests struck at the same time.

All members of the Witch's Hammer are selected from active Templars and musicians, and not only do they need to be proficient in swordsmanship, but they must also be at the level of full-fledged musicians in order to be able to fight against the abyss without being infected.

And now, dozens of blood-clad priests brazenly drew their swords, and then a familiar melody sounded, first of all, a magnificent horn roar. Silvery-white cones flew out of the priests' waists, piercing in the air, chains entangled, and layers of restraint.

- Barren Mountain Night!

It's just that no priest expected to sense the fire and judgment after the abyssal music theory, and the layers of iron locks instantly restrained Ye Qingxuan, but they didn't hurt him in the slightest.

In him, there was not a trace of power from the abyss!

The priests' expressions froze, but in the cage, Ye Qingxuan roared angrily!

Growl.

The blade of the sword snatched from the priest rose and slashed, shattering the cage that bound him, and the splinters flew in the thud. In the restraint of countless chains, Ye Qingxuan raised his head and met the blades of the judgment priests, his eyes were red.

Forward, one step, one step at a time.

Collapse! Collapse! Collapse!

The young man was like a beast in human form, breaking his chains, tearing his restraints, clenching the blade of his sword, and without hesitation, he slashed his sword at those who stood in his way.

"Get out of here!"

The swordsmanship is extremely rough, and it is completely used as an iron rod with the long sword used as an iron rod, and there is no discipline, as long as the swordsmanship is introduced, even with his eyes closed, he can parry and block.

But the blade of the sword was shrouded in violent thunder, and everywhere it passed, everything was burned to the ground.

- Eye of Indra!

The moment he touched it, he rushed into his body along the bridge of the blade, ignoring the brazen counterattack of the priests, completely paralyzing the other party. Then, smash fly!

In his chest, the empty heart, the moonlight vibrated and glowed like a thunderous iron drum. There was an invisible river in the loud noise, which shook the sanity of everyone who approached it, and made their eyes darken, their minds sluggish, and they were crushed by the arrogance of the young man who had fallen into madness, no matter how terrible the wounds they had left on him.

In just a few steps, there were already more than a dozen criss-crossing tragic wounds on his body, stained red by the blazing blood.

On the ground, the priest who had been knocked away by him first got up from the ground, ignoring his twisted arms, and stared up at the young man's frenzied back, his pupils dilated:

"He's crazy!"

Lose your marbles?

Perhaps.

Ye Qingxuan had already fallen into a trance, but he could still feel the burning fury in his body. Blood and moonlight are firewood, and the flames burn so violently that even the soul is pulled into it.

In a trance, like a wild beast, he held the sword and cut through all the shackles.

In the other hand, he always held the broken straw doll.

In a trance, the girl's playful laughter seemed to sound again, like that afternoon, the girl squatted in front of him, holding her face in her hands, looking at him and laughing.

Her hair was linen, and the sun shone down like it was sprinkled with broken gold.

"I'm looking for someone......"

"Because I'm afraid he'll be scared alone. ”

"I'm like that too, so I know that he must be afraid, nothing, afraid of being alone, alone, pitiful. ”

"I made a doll for him, and I had a doll to accompany him, so that he would not be afraid. ”

The boy roared.

There was blood in the mouth, and it was a sweet taste of scarlet.

Ye Qingxuan, she wants to save you......

She doesn't remember you anymore, but she remembers that there is a person like herself, a person can be afraid...... So, remember to weave a straw doll for him. In this way, he should be saved, no longer lonely, and become happy, even if he has no home.

So, you must save her!

He roared, and the broken blade slashed down, splitting the last barrier and squeezing into the arms of those who stood in his way. The bloody hand caught the wrist holding the sword, and he raised his head and slammed forward.

Boom!

The priest who was blocking the way fell to the ground, and Ye Qingxuan stepped on his body and staggered forward. Throwing away the twisted blade, he reached out to hug the frightened girl.

"Don't be afraid, Elsa. ”

He struggled to squeeze out a smile, but Tie Qing's face was ugly like a demon: "It's me, don't be afraid, Elsa, I'll take you home." ”

Elsa stared at him blankly, but did not resist, just let the blood-stained man pick herself up.

Blood fell from Ye Qingxuan's forehead and landed on her face. She looked up and stared at the boy's face, finally discerning the familiar silhouette from it, as if she had woken up from a dream.

"I remember you......"

She smiled and reached out, trying to caress his cheek.

But Ye Qingxuan's cheeks turned pale, and he staggered and fell to the ground.

The power was rapidly moving away from him, and he could feel that at that moment, the frantically running Xiao Yuan was completely shattered, the boiling blood cooled again, and the moonlight diffused out of his body, flying in the air, like a fluttering butterfly.

Someone came up to him, grabbed his head, threw him to the ground, and looked down at him.

In the man's hand, he held a short sword with a strange style, which was very familiar.

It's the 'anti'.

Ye Qingxuan recognized it, and the ancient revelation musician cast it to break all barriers, which was the natural enemy of his own Xiaoyuan. What's more, Xiaoyuan has overrun and is on the verge of destruction, and it is almost on the verge of collapse.

"It's ...... you"

He raised his head and stared at the familiar man with a furious expression: "Colt?"

"It's rare to see you look so pitiful, Ye Qingxuan. ”

Colt smiled, reached out, and patted him on the face: "You should be glad that you have a good godfather." ”

So saying, he got up and said to the priests beside him, "Take him away." Anyway...... It's already a waste. ”

Ye Qingxuan was dragged up, the needle pierced into his neck, and he was forcibly injected with tranquilizers and expensive life-sustaining elixirs, and the chant music maintained his life, saving him from facing the end of destruction with Xiao Yuan.

The three pistols stood beside him, taking care of him, as if they were afraid that he would die before the judgment began.

He was shackled again, and his will was drowsy.

And Colt turned and walked towards Elsa, behind his back, holding the 'Counter' dagger......

"Colt!"

Ye Qingxuan struggled hard, roared, stretched out his hand to grab him, desperate, even if he couldn't move, he was crazy and wanted to wake up the ladder, but his talent was already difficult to use. He has nothing to pay for anymore, and he has no more leverage.

"Don't kill her!"

He bowed his head, gave the last of his dignity, and fell to his knees with tears streaming down his face:

"I beg you ......"

Colt tugged at Elsa's hair, and when he heard Ye Qingxuan's voice, his movements stopped, and he couldn't help but want to laugh, and looked back at him: "What did you say?"

Ye Qingxuan opened his mouth to speak.

In Colt's hand, the blade grazed Elsa's throat, blood gushing out.

His smile was red with blood.

Ye Qingxuan was stunned.

He stared blankly as the gentle red flew in the air, dancing with the broken moonlight. It's so cruel and beautiful, it's like a flower blooming, and all the beauty blooms in an instant.

In an instant, it was gone, taking everything with it.

Elsa fell to the ground.

Loss of breath.

She's dead.

It's like falling asleep again, and there is still a smile on the corner of my mouth. Gently close your eyes and sink into a sweet sleep, welcoming the arrival of peace. Eternal sleep came, and she sank into ultimate bliss.

Thus, the wandering soul was at peace.

"Ahhhhhh!!!!hhh

Ye Qingxuan screamed, desperately struggling, wanting to touch her, wanting to wake her up again. But no matter how her name was called, Elsa never responded.

The cardinal stepped forward, drew the hilt of his sword, and struck him on the back of the head.

His movements froze, he fell into a fainting, and darkness engulfed him.

"Little leaf, don't be afraid. ”

The desolate voice seemed to sound from the depths of the nightmare again, like a slender palm caressing his cheek, with cruel tenderness:

"Be strong, little leaf, don't be afraid...... Don't be afraid ......"

"Run, little leaf, run, don't come back here. ”

"Because, from now on, you are alone again. ”――

In the darkness, countless memories are surging, shattering, and repieced.

I don't know how long it took, Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes and woke up from a long nightmare. He opened his eyes and saw the pale ceiling, and the infusion stand. The blue-purple potion hung on it, dripping into his body along the hose, keeping him alive.

After a long time, he asked softly:

"Where am I?"

"This is the border of Asgard, and you're in the hospital. ”

By the window, the old Dominic was lying in a chair, and when he heard his voice, he opened his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "The Knights Templar have spent a great deal of precious material to save your life.

A lot of people came to see you and then left. You woke up too late. ”

"Hospital?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled: "I thought I would be in the dungeon of the Holy City." ”

"Colt reported to the Order that you had colluded with the Black Musicians to betray the human world. Fortunately, many people don't believe it. ”

Dominic said lightly: "You have a few good friends who helped you clear your suspicion."

The Miller family is said to have a lot of energy in the Chant Sect, and this time in order to protect you, it paid a great price. Torre and Casper also made a lot of contributions. The Destruction Gate School has accepted your love, and there are many masters who are willing to vouch for you. And, of course, there's Bach's master, the new Scepter Wolf Flute running for you.

Although there are a lot of things that go about collecting evidence in the middle of the investigation, the result is that you are acquitted.

Congratulations, regaining your innocence. ”

“...... How long has it been?"

"Five days. ”

"Oh. ”

Ye Qingxuan stared blankly at the pale ceiling, and after a long time, asked, "Where is Elsa?"

Dominic was silent for a long time, and sighed softly: "Didn't you already know? The Romulus people were gone, too, with the city.

After Elsa died, they were all gone. ”

"Yes? I see. ”

Ye Qingxuan's voice was steady, as if he had heard something that had nothing to do with him, and he just asked softly: "Where is Colt?"

Dominic thought for a moment and replied, "Probably on the way to the Holy City?"

"Holy City?"

"Yes, Holy City. In this trial, Colt was the only one who succeeded.

He was honored by the Holy City for his success in preventing the destruction of the human world by natural disasters and abysses, and was hailed as a rising star for his success in the trials.

I'm afraid the Holy City is still preparing for his canonization.

However, a few days ago, he announced that he had broken away from the Rock Iron Academy, and it can be said that he had completely severed his relationship with the Secret Keeper School and joined the Order, and now he has become a holy priest prepared by the Ministry of Faith and Reason.

His teacher is afraid that he will want to strangle him, right?

It's a pity that he is now a person from the Holy City, and no one can do anything about him. ”

"Oh, I see. ”

Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

After a long time, he suddenly whispered:

"Mr. Dominic, I would like to ask you to do me a favor. I have a letter to send out. ”

Dominic was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "It's okay to help, Mr. Principal has already told me before I came: The sword in the stone is the representative of the royal power of Anglo, as long as the sword in the stone is not moved, everything is allowed." ”

Ye Qingxuan opened his eyes and looked at him:

"Is it really all right?"

Dominic saw his dark eyes.

In a trance, as if I saw the realm of the dead, a sharp edge emerged from the darkness, like an electric light that devoured souls.

It's fleeting, but it's palpitating.

So he smiled, stroked his chest and saluted:

"Ye Qingxuan, from the moment you pulled out the sword in the stone, you are the one who bears the sword after Maxwell, the next president of the Royal Academy of Music, and the future Minister of the Seal of Her Majesty the Empress.

You don't have to worry or worry about anything.

- Do the way you ought to go, fight the battles you ought to fight, keep the way you ought to keep, and from then on Anglo will ensure that the crown of righteousness will remain for thee. ”――

Five days ago, at dawn.

Holy City, Valhalla, a long and pleasant conversation is coming to an end.

Hermes got up from the ground.

"That's all for today. ”

He patted the dust off his body, turned his head, and looked at the empty dome, "Thanks, old friend." ”

"Ever since that slut of the Eastern Princes turned his face on me, it has been difficult for me to find old friends who look at each other to talk to. Thank you for the Holy City's kindness, although you still look like you are half dead, it is good to be able to see you before leaving. ”

The Nibelungen was silent, and just as he was about to leave, he stopped him.

"There's one more problem, Hermes. ”

"Huh?" Hermes looked back.

"In this matter, you have designed the way of the future for the Romulus, and asked the Yellow King to continue their lives and bloodlines for them. Although it has failed, I still have a question. ”

The Nibelungen asked, "Where is the Yellow King?"

"He's tired of everything, isn't he?"

Hermes smiled mysteriously: "What you know, your Pope His Majesty should know too." Ever since he had broken into the Papal Palace that day and had an argument with the Red King, he had been utterly disappointed in all of this.

He hated the world, but he had to guard it, so he wanted to stay as far away from here as possible, as far away as possible......

He's gone, Nibelungen.

He wanted to be 'quiet', so I sent him to a nice place.

Now he is in a very quiet, very distant place. When I have time, I go to sleep, and when I wake up, I look at the world and think about my life and the meaning of the world.

As far as I know, he likes this kind of life. ”

"I see. ”

The Nibelungen said, "Thank you." ”

"No thanks, by the way, I would like to remind you: don't waste any more effort to continue observing, the next plot, hey......" Hermes shook his head: "It's boring anymore." ”

"Aren't you curious about the results?"

"There's no second result, Nibelungen. Hermes retracted his gaze: "Have you ever seen an enraged dragon?"

"You mean the 'Calamity Dragon'?"

Nibelungen pondered: "Do you think that young man is a terrible person comparable to the dragon of calamity?"

"No, the Calamity Dragon, as terrible as it is, is a beast after all. ”

Hermes smiled and raised a finger: "I compare him to the third generation of the Red King, the madman who beheads the Red Dragon, even if it costs half of the Holy City to ashes." ”

“......”

"You know what? The loveliest thing about a madman is that he lives only in his own world, true to his ideals and beliefs. There are principles, bottom lines, ethics, and almost flawless.

It's okay if you hate him or be afraid of him, as long as you pay attention to him from afar, he won't get along with you. But this kind of guy, the most troublesome thing is ......"

If he wants to kill, no one can stop him. ”

In the silence, Hermes pushed open the door.

The wind, accompanied by heavy snow, swept through the door and landed on his shoulder.

"It turns out that it will snow in the Holy City. ”

He sighed softly and disappeared into the snow.

I'm sorry, it's broken, this paragraph is written stumbling, jerky and sad, and I ask for your forgiveness. (To be continued.) )