If the emotions Norman expressed through the music before were agitated and hesitant, now the storm is truly coming.

The fierce sea breeze was howling, the lightning and thunder were thundering in the dim sky, the roar of the thunder god resounded above the sea, the torrential rain poured down, and the sea water rushed to the sky, as if the end of the world had come.

But unlike the pure rage of "Victory", there is a magical sense of tranquility in the midst of the storm here.

It was a wandering soul, which had nowhere to hide in the storm, but to move with the storm, and when the storm was extremely violent, it kept retreating and dodging, burying itself under the surface of the sea, and when the storm eased a little, it cautiously poked its head out, looked at it, and bravely got out of the sea, but approached the storm.

Fury and serenity tear at each other here, creating a strange state of chaos.

That's what Norman is thinking right now.

The violent storm was the difficulties and dangers he would encounter in the course of his current plan, and this cautious and never-depressing soul was his self-awareness.

He should have buried himself deep in the calm seabed, so that he could be safe, but he was not reconciled, and always wanted to get out of the sea, so he formed the current tangled and dangerous state.

His emotions have been fully mobilized and put into it, blooming unscrupulously in the sound of music, showing his entanglements and confusion in it.

The same music, because of the different levels of appreciation, personal experience, and environment, can be heard in different individuals.

Norman showed his own tangled emotional state through this music, but the white-blond-haired girl in the dark sounded different.

To this girl, it seemed as if she was watching the love-hate parting of his ancestors, and because she had closed her eyes now, she was more capable of transforming the mood of the music, and could see everything more clearly.

She saw that the knight and her ancestor had returned to the battle after a brief rest, and after a short rest, the battle between the two had become more intense, and they had used all their skills.

The sword light and sword shadow, the sword wind roared, and the weapon in her ancestor's hand finally revealed its true face.

It was a magic weapon that spewed scorching flames, and each attack brought a tongue of fire in addition to the physical attack of the sword itself, and sprayed towards the knight on the opposite side.

The knight didn't seem to know about this magic weapon, and when he first encountered it, he was caught off guard, and he retreated in a panic, and several dodges were too late, his hair was burned in half, and his clothes were burned out of holes everywhere, and the situation was very critical.

At this time, the knight finally came up with his killer weapon, and after a few dazzling white lights, he was finally able to resist the opponent's attack, and the white light did not fall even when it was against the flames on the magic weapon, canceling each other out.

It turned out that this knight had already cultivated his fighting spirit.

So the scene became more intense, the magic flames and fighting spirit were stirring in the room, and the beautiful wife was completely unable to interject at the moment, so she could only hide from afar, anxiously looking at the two who were in the fierce fight, and the girl's heart was getting higher and higher because of the fierce battle between the two.

The development of the scene is in today's situation, life and death are only in a moment.

Several times she had seen the magic flames nearly burn through the knight's chest, and several times she had seen the dazzling vindictive aura nearly cut off her ancestor's head, each time causing her heart to snap to a halt.

At this moment, she seems to have completely incarnated into the beautiful wife who is anxiously watching and helpless, and she understands the psychology of being entangled and complicated and not knowing who she hopes to win.

For her, time seemed to have lost its meaning at this moment, and every moment seemed as long as 10,000 years to her, and the whole person was completely out of breath.

But the time is extremely short, and under her extremely tangled and heart-wrenching emotions, it seems that it is only a blink of an eye, and the victory and defeat have been divided.

The knight's sword pierced her ancestor's chest, and under the effect of the fighting spirit, the wound on her ancestor's chest was much larger than the sword body of the thin sword, almost half of his chest was pierced, the flesh and blood were blurred, and a large amount of blood gushed out from it, and her ancestor was also pale and hollow because of the sudden loss of blood, and his eyes were empty, and he couldn't live when he saw it.

Compared to this, the knight is much better.

As in the story, the knight was superior after all, although most of his hair was burned off by the magic flames, his eyebrows were gone, his face was scorched, his previous handsome face was completely invisible, his body was full of bleeding wounds, his clothes were scratched and burned, and none of them were intact, but at least his body was still intact.

Then he turned his head to look at the beautiful wife, the corners of his mouth slowing down, as if trying to show a triumphant smile.

The girl, who was completely immersed in the world of music, seemed to have become one with that beautiful wife at this moment.

When she saw the scene in front of her, her heart was extremely complicated.

She was happy to see her lover finally win the duel, but when she saw her husband lying there, covered in blood, her heart tugged at her.

Joy, happiness, pain, self-blame, countless complex and opposing emotions breeded, spread, collided, and mixed together in her chest.

And in such an emotion, she saw that the knight's smile had not yet fully unfolded, and she froze at the corner of her mouth.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, slowing down to an incredible speed, so much so that she could clearly see the smiling knight fall to the ground in a face-down position, a large amount of blood mixed with a black char-like object gushing frantically from his mouth.

Time was so slow that she could even see how the blood was gushing out and falling to the ground, and the knight's fallen body was more like someone was being held and lowered a little bit.

No!

The girl's pupils constricted, her heart suddenly pinched, and she subconsciously wanted to shout out, but time was indeed frozen at this moment, and she couldn't shout at all.

The complicated emotions that were tangled before have melted into an emotion at this moment.

It's just one step away.

Although she was extremely entangled and blamed herself, she was only one step away from being able to be together, but the possible happiness in the future collapsed hard under her eyes.

It's just one step away.

The violin also enters the end here.

The intense emotions have been subdued, and only the elongated reluctance remains, as if unwilling wailing, complaining and praying, and reluctance.

That seems to be the girl's voice at the moment.

...... "Only One Step Away", or "One Step Away", is also another name for this work by many people. This is indeed a better reflection of the artistic conception contained in this work: when this piece is finished, its melody will linger in people's minds, like a dance without fun, always missing the last step, always missing the ......"

This was said by the Knights Templar when they explained the piece, and Norman remembered it.

That's exactly what he thinks now.

As a matter of common sense, by the time this piece is pulled here, the ABAB tune is over.

But Norman's inner emotions have not yet been answered.

His heart is still in a state of entanglement, hesitation, and confusion......

The girl in the dark gradually woke up from the illusion of self-imagination, and her consciousness was half real and half blurred.

While she was in the pain of happiness at her fingertips but lost, she clearly knew that the song was over, but no matter which side she was, she was extremely reluctant at the moment, greedily wanting the song to continue.

At this moment, the girl was also very happy, glad that she had made this decision willfully today, hiding here, otherwise, she would not have heard such a beautiful song at all.

Of all the music she knew, there was none as beautiful as this one, and if she had to compare, it would probably be the "Victory" that Douala had recently praised by the artists.

Probably only the music that the Sage had brought from Heaven could match the one she had heard right now, and what they had in common was that they were both inhumanly created—one by the messenger of God the Father, and the other by the ghost in the castle.

Thinking of this, the timid girl suddenly became more bold than ever, and she was eager to see what the ghost looked like.

The soul that brings such a grief and reluctance to beautiful music, even if it is a ghost, must be gentle and affectionate, and will not be like some people, who appeal for their own interests and treat their loved ones as goods, so cold and inhumane. Music, dance, and other beautiful things are defiled by these people, tainted with the atmosphere of the world.

As soon as the girl's eyes opened and her neck moved slightly, she was about to poke her head out to see what the ghost looked like.

But suddenly the violin sounded again.

This time, there is no more A section, and it directly rushes into the new B section - compared with the previous orthodox B section, the current B section has been transposed, and it is a lot more lively.

If the previous orthodox B section is pure and upright, then the B section here is a sword that goes sideways, extremely evil, and seems to have a hint of pleading in it, which makes the emotions more complicated.

The girl was caught off guard and was struck at once, but this time she did not see the story of her ancestors again.

The hero of the story becomes herself.

Probably because of what she was thinking just now, she suddenly came to the middle of the dance floor.

Yes, this piece is indeed very suitable for ballroom dancing, this is the idea that came to her mind just now.

She saw that the dance floor was dimly lit, only light around her, and she was not alone in the middle of the dance floor, but a tall man opposite her was holding her hand with one hand and putting the other around her waist.

She didn't have time to react before she was led by the man in front of her to dance, the rhythm was completely different from the soothing ballroom dances she had learned, and it was very intense. Fortunately, she had a solid foundation in dancing, and she managed to keep up with her best efforts, but it turned out that this dance step was indeed different from the ballroom dancing she had learned.

Other ballroom dancing is a cooperative relationship, but here, the process of dancing with the person in front of her is completely a confrontational process.

The other party advanced and retreated, fast and slow, which made her unable to control the rhythm at all, so she could only try her best to catch up with the other party, stubbornly so that she would not be left behind, which gave rise to an unprecedented wonderful feeling in her heart.

At this time, the song calmed down again, and the other party's dance steps were finally less intense, which gave the girl room to breathe. It was also at this time that the thought in her heart became stronger and stronger.

She was very eager to see what kind of person the other party was, but the strange thing was that the other party was obviously opposite her, and they were very bright around them, but she just couldn't see what the other party looked like.

She couldn't even tell if the other party was male or female.

So she turned left, right, roundabout, back and forth, and used various methods to try to see what the person in front of her was like, but to her disappointment, she was never able to see what the other person looked like.

At this point, the tune changed again.

Norman uses a lot of casual fancy techniques here, and those extremely difficult techniques are easily used under his physical fitness that is now far beyond ordinary people, and the addition of these improvisations makes the whole section more and more demonic, full of evil, but even more fascinating, like a poppy.

From the perspective of musical performance, the entire B section exploded, the emotions were unprecedentedly violent, and the rushing people could not help swaying left and right, shaking.

In the girl's opinion, it was her dance partner who finally couldn't stand her desire to snoop and suddenly became powerful.

The rhythm of the steps was back in the hands of the partner opposite her, and the mountain of force seemed to destroy her body, and she never thought that ballroom dancing could feel like this.

She felt like a boat in a storm, and she had to do her best to adjust herself to the other party to ensure that she was not destroyed, which made her feel tired and out of breath in a few moments.

She never thought that ballroom dancing could dance out of such a violent feeling, and it was also in this state of exhaustion, her senses were unusually keen, and every time the other party's fingers crossed her waist and legs, she could be stimulated as if she were electrocuted, and only by biting her lower lip could she not scream.

Under the double stimulation, she almost couldn't hold on, but she didn't want to admit defeat, biting her lip and stubbornly continuing to cooperate and catch up with the other party's dance steps.

She had a feeling that as long as she persevered, she would be able to see what the other person looked like.

She wanted to know what the other person looked like now, and the mystery that gnawed at her heart like a poisonous snake.

It was something she had never felt in her life.