There are many wonderful sounds in the world.

For the people of Azero, the crisp crispness of the raindrops in spring on the young leaves of the Black Forest, the melodious chirping of insects in the green shade of the maple snow town in summer, the clear sound of the waves when the autumn breeze blows through the wheat waves in the fields of Azerolia, and the delicate and gentle snowflakes falling on the winter walls in winter are all sounds worthy of their lifetime to savor and praise.

The so-called natural sounds are nothing more than that.

However, how can all this natural sound be as wonderful as the confession of the beautiful woman in front of her?

Listening to Ysera's calm and moving voice, Constantine suddenly had a strong urge to turn around and run away.

Since childhood, he has struggled to survive in blood and hunting, and his mind is full of all kinds of calculations and information, and every day he is thinking about cold things such as swordsmanship, magic, and recovering the country....

Over the years, Constantine had reminded himself that if he was to fulfill his father's last wish and get the Duchy of Azeroa back on his feet, he had to be stronger and more ruthless, and abandon all weak feelings.

He has always done well, and the only time he lost control of his emotions was the one he had in Caroli a few years ago.

However, after the bloody battle in Caroli Village, Constantine became more mature in his mentality, and even resolutely gave up his swordsmanship, entered the seminary to study the classics, improved his spiritual power, and finally stepped into the door of magic.

And he became more and more calm and indifferent, living more and more like an accurate alchemy machine, and even gradually forgetting that there was such a thing as feelings in himself.

Only now did he hear Ysera's voice.

Constantine felt that in the depths of his soul, something that should have died was gradually awakening, and the increasingly cold blood in the face of the cold reality seemed to be about to burn.

He remembered that the teacher had solemnly admonished himself: the greatest enemy of a good bounty hunter is, first of all, his own feelings.

So, he felt fear like never before.

His throat was as dry as sand seeping into it, and Constantine moved his lips: he laboriously organized his words, "Miss Ysera, I am just an ordinary magician, and I am not worthy of the affection of a good woman like you, feelings have always been a heavy burden to me, and..."

He suddenly didn't know what to say.

Do you want to reveal your true identity to Ysera and make her completely dead?

However, these dozens of days of companionship made Constantine understand a fact in his heart, this woman named Ysera, under the beautiful appearance hides a pride stronger than any man.

Once she wants something, no force can stop her.

"I understand your concerns, rest assured, I am not that kind of vulgar woman, I will not force you to give up your perseverance, what belongs to me, I will definitely use my strength to conquer in the end. ”

The woman's voice beside her was calm, "You can still fight for Azero, work tirelessly for the people of this land, and even stand up against the knights of the dragon lance, if that makes you happy and feel that your life is meaningful." ”

Kayan said lightly, "But I want you to remember one thing anytime and anywhere, your life is mine now, and no one can take it away without my permission, including yourself, so no matter what, you can't die." ”

Constantine didn't know what to say, this is too domineering, can there be such an operation when it comes to falling in love?

But he was quickly relieved, after all, this was her, Ysera, who had a unique pride.

He turned his head to look at the invisible city in the distance, and remembered the heartwarming images that had happened in Winterfell all those years ago.

Countless fragments flashed before his eyes, and Constantine felt as if his heart had been re-energized, and some kind of warm power like a fireplace flame ignited little by little in the depths of his soul, melting the ice in his heart.

Constantine's heart was relieved at once, yes, why should he deceive his own heart?

The vanishing memories are beautiful, and the woman in front of them is also beautiful, and beautiful things are naturally worth cherishing, even if you know that they can't last long.

The boy turned his head calmly, his voice seemed to seep into steel, but his eyes were as gentle as the fine snow of early winter, "Well, I promise you, Miss Ysera, that I will not die, never." ”

The woman under the cedar tree smiled, and in the twilight, her smile was so bright that it amazed the whole snow country.

Constantine was stunned for a moment, almost stunned.

"Oh, yes. ”

When Gayan came back to his senses, he suddenly remembered something, took out the thin fairy tale book from his backpack, and handed it to Constantine, "This is my fiancé's old thing, you can take it." ”

Confused, Constantine took the yellowed and wrinkled pamphlet from her hand, and wondered in his heart, what kind of love token is this?

Why would she give this thing to herself?

Kayan turned his head to look in the direction of Winterfell, his expression was very gentle, but with a loneliness and melancholy that could not be concealed, "In my memory, he has always been a very cheerful and kind little boy, but ...... Now he doesn't need this book anymore. ”

"Dean, I'm handing it over to you, I hope you'll remember me when you read this book in the future, and I don't want you to be the same person as he is now. ”

Constantine raised his hand to dust the album, the shading on the cover was a little blurry, but there was a sense of déjà vu.

This is......

Constantine frowned, feeling very wrong, as if... He had seen this book a long time ago.

Suddenly, he noticed that under the cover, there was a name written in ink, very young and immature, apparently by the hand of a child.

Undoubtedly, this is the name of the original owner of this book of fairy tales.

The moment he saw the name, the boy's pupils shrank, and the hand holding the fairy tale book became numb as if he had been electrocuted, and he lost all consciousness in an instant.

"Constantine... Elliott. Constantine read out the names in the booklet word by word, in a tone of astonishment.

His breathing paused for a moment, and his heartbeat froze, as if he had been cast a [Time Still] spell.

The picture in front of me is so unreal, as if in the dark, fate has played a huge joke on itself.

Looking at his stunned, even slightly distorted face, Kayan nodded, "Yes, this is the name of my former fiancé, and you must have guessed from the surname, he is the only son of the former Grand Duke of your principality and the heir of Winterfell. ”

"So, who are you—" Constantine looked up and unconsciously took a few steps back, while staring at "Ysera" in front of him with a look of disbelief.

A name that was about to be forgotten slammed into his heart, causing his heart to twitch.

For dozens of days, all the doubts about "Ysera" were answered: her great strength, amazing insight, and royal demeanor......

Kayan just looked at him calmly.

Suddenly, a surging majesty emanated from her, enveloping the entire hill, pinning Constantine firmly in place, and the mage's robes danced incessantly.

In the forest, countless small animals felt the boundless fear and hid in the snow in panic.

Overhead, the wind was blowing, and the crown of the towering fir tree hung slightly down, as if to express awe and surrender to her.

In the distant sky, winter birds flying over the snowfields landed on the snowfields, shivering uneasily.

Even with the spiritual power of Constantine's current crown magician, she could barely resist the terrifying dragon power released from her, and her face became even paler, no different from a blood clan.

It was the power of the Divine Dragon Bloodline, the king of the High Dragons, --- more powerful than the Silver Dragon Bloodline of Caulfield.

Then, her cold and proud voice echoed in the wind, making the cold winds of the Northland fearful, "That's right, standing in front of you is the ninth princess of the Dragon Lance Dynasty, the Grand Captain of the North Wind Legion, and the one with the dragon vein of the Divine Dragon Bloodline, Gayan Nibelungen. ”

.......

The answer came unexpectedly, but it was so unstoppable, like a lightning bolt that instantly scorched Constantine on the outside and on the inside.

"I see. Constantine smiled wryly. "But why are you telling me this? ”

After the extreme shock, Constantine calmed his mind as quickly as he could, and his body recovered from his stiffness.

Kayan looked into his eyes, "Of course I wouldn't have told you if you hadn't given me that promise just now, but since you promised me, I think I have enough reason to be honest with you, after all, you are the second man I like in my life." ”

Constantine sighed lightly, "Your Highness, you like me, is it because in your eyes, I have a resemblance to your fiancé?"

He remembered that a few days ago, he was still shaking his head regretfully in front of Kayan, saying that her fiancé was a... Stupid.

Thinking of this, Constantine couldn't help but touch his nose, and his face hidden under the mage's robe looked extremely wonderful and... embarrassed

But now it seems that from start to finish, he really was a fool.

Gayan didn't know that Constantine was having 10,000 wild horses galloping by in her heart at the moment, she smiled slightly and nodded, "In some ways, you are really exactly the same, and this is one of the things that attracts me to you, but Dean, you and him are different after all, and the person I like is you, not the former him." ”

She looked in the direction of Winterfell and whispered, "What if... Dean you met that guy one day, please tell him that I'm doing well, and that I've found someone to like again. ”

Constantine almost fell off the hill without a stumble, so he could only pinch his nose and say in a sullen voice: "Okay, Your Highness, if there is a real chance, I will tell him." ”

He took a deep breath, calmed down, and looked at the woman in front of him who showed the majesty of the dragon vein, "Your Highness, I..."

Kayan snorted and glared at him with some annoyance.

Constantine realized that he had said the wrong thing, he adjusted his title, looked at Gayan calmly, and said in as indifferent a tone as possible: "Gayan, I think, we will be enemies in the future. ”

Recovering from the shock, Constantine thought of this as soon as possible, and unabashedly reminded her, though she did not yet know who she really was.

No matter how beautiful it was in the past, the cruel reality still lies in front of them, he and this woman, separated by an insurmountable national hatred and family hatred, are destined to be strangers in the future.

Years ago, the conversation at the top of the Grand Duke's Mansion Tower in Winterfell came back to his mind.

"Little Constantine, I have one thing to tell you, your original fiancée, the girl who played with you in Winterfell when you were a child, she is actually the princess of the dragon lance, yes, it is the kingdom to the south of us, the marriage between the two of you is actually the product of a political covenant, but now it seems that you have little chance of marrying her, and even soon after my death, the dragon lance will be eager to declare war on Winter, if you meet that girl again in the future, what will you do?" the father's voice echoed in his ears again

I remember frowning at the time, and replied without thinking: "If I see her somewhere else, to me, she is just a stranger, and if we meet on the battlefield, I will choose to kill her." ”

The words are still in my ears, as if they were yesterday.

But today, fate once again sent the girl to him, and Constantine found that he could not do it anyway, as he said back then, to treat her as a stranger, or to kill her with his own hands.

He tried his best to suppress the bitterness and sorrow in his heart, "If you and I meet on the battlefield in the future, I..."

Looking at his sad face, Kayan's eyes flickered, as if he knew what he wanted to say next.

"What the future holds, no one can say. ”

She said lightly: "But if you and I are really unfortunate to meet on the battlefield, and you are bent on death, then I can only finish you off with my own hands, and I will not let you die in the hands of others." ”

Hearing this, Constantine calmed down instead, "I understand, if you really lead the dragon lancers to appear in the territory of Azeroa in the future, I will be the first mage to stand in front of you." ”

After saying these extremely murderous words, Constantine's body lightened, as if the strength of his whole body had been drained, and he was very tired.

Sure enough, there is really nothing as beautiful in this world as the ending of a fairy tale.

Constantine clutched the pamphlet that had accompanied him throughout his childhood, thinking to himself, while looking down at the yellowed pamphlet, and feeling the urge to burn it with magic.

But he didn't do it in the end, just silently put the book away.

Now, the only remaining secret between the two is their own identity, but this secret cannot bring any recovery, and can only widen the gap between the two.

Kayan hung his head slightly, pursing his lips slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

None of them spoke again.

So the whole world became incredibly quiet.

As the twilight fades into the distant mountains, night falls, and the night breeze rustles through the firs.

Under the dappled shadows of the trees, the figures of the two people gradually approached and slowly hugged each other.

Then, without the slightest warning, they kissed each other's lips, without any jerkiness, and it seemed incredibly natural.

Gayan's lips were as hot as dragon flame, while Constantine's lips were as cold as frost and snow.

The two diametrically opposed flavors are transmitted between the lips and teeth, blending with each other, making the soul throb and tremble for it.

Constantine hugged Kayan, wrapped his arms around her waist, kissed her lips, and sniffed the tips of his hair brushing his cheeks.

The delicate body in his arms exudes an incomparable allure, and Kayan, who has the blood of the Divine Dragon, is very mature, and his stature can be said to be superior to all the women Constantine has ever seen.

Even through the leather armor, you can feel a pair of firm and full peaks against your chest, and the taste of ecstasy in an instant is enough to erase the sanity of any normal man and turn into the most primitive beast.

However, Constantine could not afford any desire at the moment, and just wanted to enjoy the beauty quietly.

Thin stars emerged in the sky, blinking and staring at them curiously.

Starlight spilled through the cracks in the canopy, shining on a young man and woman kissing like some kind of blessing.

It wasn't until sunrise the next day that the two tightly kissing figures under the tree slowly separated.

......

Roland walked among the mountains of the north, carrying two swords in his hands, one was the epic sword [Durandal] and the other was the crystal sword [Dawn].

He raised his head, feeling the breath of non-existence in the distance, thoughtful.

On the third day after the battle, he woke up from the snow and, sensing that Constantine was still alive, did not hesitate to rush in the direction of the Asgardian Mountains.

The speed of the Sanctuary powerhouse was very fast, and it only took a short time for him to reach the edge of the Asgard Mountains, not far from Winterfell.

It's just that the process is full of twists and turns.

On the way, in addition to a group of heavily armed thieves and robbers, Roland also encountered several high-level magical beasts.

However, the vast majority of enemies have become the ghosts of Roland's sword, or a wisp of green smoke in the flames.

It was only in a snowy forest near the Asgard Mountains that he encountered real trouble.

This time, he was confronted with a terrifying creature called the Frozen Mammoth, which only existed in legends.

After much effort, Roland defeated the frozen mammoth.

Pulling the crystal sword out of the body of the fallen mammoth, Roland gasped lightly, sat on a stone, and looked at the ice and snow beast that gradually crystallized and disappeared in front of him, and wondered alone.

Why did this frozen mammoth, which had been dormant in the depths of the mountains for years, come out in a panic?

Just as Roland was thinking, an incomparable sword aura suddenly swept by, roaring with a violent killing intent, as if it was going to split the entire earth in two.

Roland was taken aback, let out a low snort, and released his divine power, and the cross sword swung in return, also with a bright sword aura.

Rumble!

Two surging rays of magic swept by, and most of the snow forest was destroyed, covered in fire and smoke.

In the smoke and dust, the milky white holy light soared into the sky, and Roland chanted the guardian holy text, dispersing the dust and flames around him.

A long ravine appeared in front of him, which was the trace of dozens of steps he had taken in retreat under that furious sword aura.

"Oh, it's actually a paladin of the Church, and it's good to be able to use the Holy Sword Style to this extent. ”

An incomparably majestic, but somewhat lazy voice resounded through the sky and reached Roland's ears, "In these days, it is very rare for a knight to resist my sword. ”

Roland looked up and saw that not far in front of him, a tall black-haired young man, dressed in a simple gray armor and holding a giant sword in his hand, was watching him with great interest.

Roland's expression was solemn, and the previous fight showed that the young man in front of him was obviously a knight of the same level as himself.

Although it was a sneak attack, the first sword left him behind, and the strength of this young man can be said to be unfathomable.

Facing an opponent who is at least at the level of the Holy Domain, no matter how cautious he is, he can't be too cautious.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Roland raised his crosssword and pointed at the young man with a solemn expression. "As a fellow Saint Knight, do you hurt people without even reporting your name?"

"It's so boring for people to die to ask so many questions, tell me the fucking truth, how fucking old are you!"

The tall young man glanced at Roland with disdain, sneered, and lifted the giant sword that almost destroyed the entire snow forest, "But for the sake of you blocking my sword, I can make an exception to tell you with great mercy, ladies in gorgeous armor." ”

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, "Siegfried Nibelungen, remember my name, and then, go to the Lord of Light of your faith." ”