"Atropos, you are the goddess who peeks into all the secrets of the midnight, and I think—in the moment I think, you should know my answer. ”

Sven took a deep breath, then suddenly fell to his knees, humbly prostrate on the ground.

"I can't accept such a great task, and I beg you to grant my insignificant wish. If I accept this crown in your hands, then what is the point of all the rebellion I have done before?"

Swain's head hit the ground, and with a gesture of humility that he had never seen before, he begged for mercy from Atropos.

"I don't want a shattered dream of the past, I don't have much left, and I even killed my grandfather and framed my own father in order to preserve my last possessions. If I lose even the sister I still have at the end, then what's the point of my last life?"

"Swain, my child, you used to be the one who knew best what you wanted, and now, when you look back at yourself, what do you want?"

Swain looked up, his eyes confused.

"You don't want to be imprisoned by the fate of the Jerichos, you want the freedom you crave. But isn't you, who yearn for freedom and don't want to be bound, also trying to restrain others with a despicable attitude?"

"You want your sister to be what you think she is, you want her to be who you want her to be, you are arranging her life, so what's the difference between what you do and what you hate? You don't love your sister Sophia, because you don't know her. I have never done anything to her, and now what I show to you is only her nature that she has been forced to hide because of your repression, and it is not someone else's selfishness that causes all this, it is your own selfishness, you love not Sophia's nature, but the sister you fantasize about. Swain, there is a limit to freedom, and if you want to be free, you must deprive others of their freedom, and any acquisition must be exchanged for a price. Sophia is a good child, so she is willing to pay these prices for you for free, but you don't see it, just immersed in your own dreams, pathetic and pitying. Isn't it despicable for you to do this?"

Swain lowered his head again, his body even trembling slightly. Now he has lost not only Jericho's magic way, but also his previous self-confidence and previous resoluteness have dissipated in chaos with the shattering of hope.

"Swain, my child, I said that I love you, even if you are such a despicable person, I love you. All I expect is for you to accept my kindness. ”

"This crown allows you to really see what people are called, and lets you know what you should want. If you want to have hope, you must first understand what hope is. You've pushed the world into chaos, and how are you going to be left alone when the whole world is facing catastrophe?"

"This may be your last chance, Sven, and when Chaos truly spreads throughout the world, there will be no chance to save this world. ”

Swain lowered his head, pursed his lips and didn't speak.

"I await your answer. ”

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Cape Cathedral, despite the fact that the faith here has been abandoned for a long time, is still a sacred place. It's just that the last sacredness of this holy land has also been eroded by chaos.

Ernest, who had collapsed in the church, was awakened by the midday sunlight that penetrated the church through the narrow window grille after a night of coma.

The tired knight opened his eyes, and the sunlight that greeted him made his mood slightly better.

In the midst of chaos, there is also such a bright sunshine.

However, the pain in his body did not diminish, whether it was the trauma that Swain left on him, or the trauma that the memory left in his heart.

He stood up and looked around blankly. Ernest certainly knew where it was, and not long ago he had been knighted by Alexander I in this church, becoming the latest Earl of Glamorgan.

This ridiculous name is indeed cursed.

Ernest thought to himself, but he couldn't set off the waves of joy and sorrow.

He no longer dares to believe anything, and when a person feels that he is deceiving himself, how can he believe that the world is real.

He looked at the blood stains on the ground, and the scabbard next to the blood stains, if it weren't for the chaos, I am afraid that Ernest, who was so badly injured, would have died of blood loss.

But in the midst of chaos, all possibilities are fair.

Ernest survived, and in a gamble that he wasn't far from winning, he emerged victorious.

Picking up the scabbard and dragging his scarred body, Ernest tried to walk out of the church.

The sacred paintings on the walls of the church kept disappearing at the end of his vision, and as he walked through the corridors, the gospel of those paintings was also far away from him.

Walking to the door of the church, he remembered when he had come here to be sealed.

At that time, when he accepted the edict of Emperor Alexander, he still said to himself in his heart that this was not what he wanted.

Now, however, he was even more confused about what he really wanted to pursue.

Like Swain, he was lost in the path they had steadfast, and their faith was so strong that when it was broken, he no longer dared to believe in any truth.

With a sigh, Ernest reached for the church door.

It was a bit of a struggle to push the door open, and when it opened, the midday sun shone into his eyes, causing Ernest to close his eyes involuntarily.

It took him a while to get used to the harsh sunlight.

And the sight that immediately caught Ernest's eyes couldn't help but surprise him.

Baron O'Brien was not far away, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Long time no see, Count Jericho. ”

Ernest stared at the other man, then looked over Baron O'Brien's epaulettes to the army behind him.

"Is there nothing to say to me?"

Ernest's gaze returned to Baron O'Brien.

He remained silent.

"That's a shame. Baron O'Brien shrugged, "I thought there would be a common language between the two of us. ”

"Why do you say that?"

Ernest finally spoke.

"Because I believe ......," Baron O'Brien smiled, with a little meaning in the corners of his eyes, "you're going to need me a lot right now." ”

"Your words don't make sense. Ernest shook his head, "I don't need you to do anything for me. ”

"Don't you want to see your wife and daughter?" said Baron O'Brien confidently, "who else can help you get back to them now but me?"

"I don't have a common language with you, General. Hearing Baron O'Brien's words, Ernest understood the other party's intention, "You are a careerist, and you take ambition as your creed - this is a very empty belief, and when ambition is gone, what is left of your life?"

"At least there will be no regrets. Baron O'Brien raised his head and frowned, and Ernest's reaction was not what he had expected, very different from what the man had told him.

"Nope. Ernest looked at Baron O'Brien very seriously, "When you think so, you have already decided your own end - regret, and you will definitely be your company." ”

Baron O'Brien took a deep breath, then slowly pressed his breath out of his chest.

"I don't agree with you, but one thing you're right, at least for now, at least for now, I may regret it, and your attitude makes me really regret it. ”

He turned and walked away with Ernest on his back.

"On the orders of His Excellency Count Swain No. Jericht—"

He raised his hand in the air.

"Destroy the traitor Ernest no Jericho!"

"Fire—"

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Following behind Young, Artmis's eyes were extremely melancholy.

"What's the matter, sister?" Yang turned to look at Artemis with a slightly smug eyebrow, "You look quite unhappy. ”

Artemis sighed.

Yang ...... You smell of Manfred. ”

"Don't you like Manfred?" Yang turned back and looked in front of him, "You used to have a good relationship with him, didn't you?"

"I don't hate Manfred, no matter what happens to him, at least, the Manfred he used to be is a memory to remember. ”

Artemis lowered the corners of his eyes, and the melancholy in his eyes deepened.

"But when I smell that strong, sour and rotten smell of blood on you, I really feel sad, because after my father and Manfred I have lost another loved one. ”

Yang's footsteps stopped.

"I'm still standing in front of you, talking to you, aren't I?"

Artemis looked at Yang's back, and the flatness in her brother's tone made her feel even more sad.

"Really? Is it really my once lovely brother in my eyes? I seem to see only another Sven Noe Jericht, staring at the world like a scavenging crow. ”

"Jericho......" Artemis seemed to hear a sneer, "please don't compare me to that coward, Jericho's will has collapsed, and the guy who has never understood the true meaning of this world is still trying to rebel against this world...... And I, by no means, will be like him, I will carry my will to the end!"

"For what?" said Atmis, frowning and puzzled, "for what?"

Yang was silent for a moment.

There were several roars in the distance, what seemed to be from the north direction of the Tiamat Palace.

"To avenge Manfred. ”

"How are you going to get revenge?" Atmiss then asked, "kill Jericho? Can you do it? You have said so much in front of Her Highness the Celestial Princess, do you think that with your words, you can make her give up Jericho?"

"Sister, Jericho is just a worthless cripple now, his will has long been destroyed, and I don't need revenge on him at all. ”

Yang shook his wrist, and the corners of his eyes that appeared in front of Artemis showed great determination.

"Who I want revenge...... It's the world itself!"

Atmiss opened his mouth and looked at Yang in surprise.

"Manfred's death was not because of anyone, it was the world itself that killed him. His whole life has been in tragedy, his life is so miserable, and it is not his fault or anyone's fault, it is the world that has put him in this tragic fate. And what is even more hateful is that when his last trace of value was squeezed out, he was abandoned without hesitation, and died tragically in the hands of the world that played with him for an era. ”

Young turned around, and the cold gaze left Artemis speechless.

"It's not our fault that Manfred and I have to be in this position. It's not me who is wrong......"

"It's the world!"