The holy place, which is approaching dusk, is extraordinarily quiet after more than ten days of intense discussions.

Francis and Loveian stood on the balcony at the highest point of the Holy Land, gazing at the sunset that sank into the horizon.

At this moment, in the palace below them, a particularly solemn and elegant banquet was being held. He had no intention of participating in such a meaningless scene for him, but as a member of Edelstein's deputy, he had to do it once. At the moment, he was wrapped in a black velvet gown that didn't fit well, and he was holding a crystal goblet in his hand.

After a long silence, Francis, who was also dressed in the same attire, was the first to speak: "Teacher, I ask a very personal question. ”

Lovien nodded his glass and continued.

"What kind of person were you in the past?"

"I am an outcast betrayer. "It pains me that there are so many people who follow my betrayal. That being said, it was the same person who betrayed me, and I was not capable of revenge. ”

Francis felt the pain in Lowe's peace of mind and the bitter hatred hidden in it—thin, but as indelible as a distant lighthouse in the sea fog.

"If you want revenge, now is not the time to look for the elf with the twin ballista. It's hard for me to deal with her now, let alone you. But if you want to meet those two apprentices, I'm not against that. Lovian took a sip of the pale golden liquor, silently erasing the illusory shadows of his mother and Damian from his eyes.

Francis calmly dispelled his curiosity to get to the bottom of the question. He stroked the core of the last battle doll on his chest that had lost energy, "How long will it take me to reach your Cheng dù?"

"It's always up to you to do that. Lovian replied without a word. "But the pressure on my heart was much greater than yours back then, so I was naturally able to grow faster than you. However, after this qiē came over. I feel that living with ease is far more reassuring than the sense of accomplishment that comes with great power. ”

Francis stared at the blood-red liquor in the glass in his hand, "After the meeting, you're not going back to Edelstein, are you?"

"Who told you?"

"It's light snow. ”

"Oh, His Majesty the Holy Emperor has kindly invited me to go to the Holy Sect Border to make a big show!"

"Huh?"

"Who knows what she's thinking, and she's gotten a lot more out of letting me do it than I get for myself. It is not my intention to inquire about the circumstances of this incident. But it was certainly a rare opportunity for my plan to start - and if it was really a trap, I would have to jump into it. ”

"It's insidious!"

Lovian chuckled, "As a genius puppeteer for so long, Francis has such a naïve definition of the word 'insidious'. It was strange to me. ”

Francis blushed and raised his glass, "I don't want to think about this, if the teacher really goes to the border to develop." I hope to be able to continue to follow you. ”

Lovian touched his glass. A crisp voice rippled through the first round of moonlight, "Welcome." ”

Behind them there was a rush of footsteps on the spiral staircase, and a well-dressed waiter appeared behind them with a respectful expression.

"Do you have enough time?" asked the waiter, respectfully but not dignifiedly.

Lovien drank the brandy, "Whose invitation is this?"

"陛xià. ”

The master and apprentice exchanged a look of surprise, "In that case, please lead the way." ”

The halls dyed in pure gold are adorned with the art of the harp, and the lavish halls are detached from the vulgarity in the white light of the clean crystal chandeliers.

Thousands of square meters in the Golden Hall. The crisp sound of music came from the musicians in the corners and caressed their instruments, echoing in the voices that were not noisy. Present here the characters. All of them are the key members of the Axis who control the operation of the real Osilian Empire.

Nearly two hundred representatives from dozens of provinces of the empire gathered on this gold-leaf carpet, discussing inconsequential topics with each other, the tinkling sound of the goblets in their hands creating a strange harmony with the distant harp tune.

Bell and Gigmont stood in a corner of the hall, their evening gowns as deep as the pure black grand piano behind them, completely setting off the secret and dangerous temperament of these Edelstein representatives who had been battling the Black Wings for decades.

Laughing and talking, Bell and Gigmont leaned slightly languidly, and took a glass of clear sweet wine from the hand of the passing waiter.

Beside these two midnight roses is a person who will make everyone shudder at any time.

The Knight Captain of the Knights of Darkness, Ilcut, still concealed his face in the black and gold mask that he never took off, the fluffy white collar feathers protected his delicate and crystalline skin like a woman, the solid black silk dress shimmered with a blue sheen, at this moment, two slender fingers hidden in black gloves gently grasped an empty wine glass, and the unfathomable black pupils under the mask stared at the transparent color of the crystal glass in front of him.

"Ah...... Again, this is an enduring topic. Ilkat was quite young in his voice, "You have the impression that the Holy Emperor Knights are just a huge armed force, right? ”

"Civilian?" Bell looked surprised.

Ilkat gently shook the wine glass in his hand: "In short, Michal represents the symbol of the power of the Empire, and he is also the commander of the First Legion - the Knights of Light are a complete armed force. The Dark Knights, led by me, are responsible for monitoring the purity of the loyalty of the entire Empire, and at the same time exerting the necessary force to maintain the normal operation of the Empire. In the eyes of officials, the Knights of Darkness always represent another name: the Imperial Inspectorate. ”

Living in the underworld, Gigmund and Bell immediately understood why Ilqat had concealed himself in a mask of eerie horror. The Inspectorate will always be a terrorist organization in history, monitoring the movements of imperial officials and nobles. The dark blade in his hand is a terrifying force that no armed force can resist. Several rebellions in history that attempted to subvert the empire were suppressed at the beginning of the day, and all the rebels quietly disappeared from the sight of society. Each of these unsolved cases will always be stamped with the black seal of the Ministry of Supervision.

The masked Ilkat and the unmasked Ilkat are two very different people. Bell and Gigmont were convinced.

With that, Ilqat smiled through the mask that Bell and Gigmont could hardly feel. Then he walked straight away, gently grabbing a passing girl. "Excuse me, do I have the honor of dancing with you?"

Not knowing whether the expression on the face of the girl in the red dress was due to fear of the mysterious knight or the shyness of her luck for being so good, she nodded hurriedly. Immediately, the two jumped onto the dance floor together.

"Don't you want to find a dance partner? Sister?"

"Why do I guess you're waiting for our companion now, Mr. Lovean?" said Gigmont nonchalantly.

Bell rolled her eyes at her with an unladylike look.

Xuemo was the first to notice Francis, who rushed in first, and she jumped out as she was fiddling with Dingkan on a piano by the wall. At Francis, he asked, "Will you take this beat?"

Francis was dizzy for a moment before he understood what Xuemo meant, and he scratched his head: "It's almost okay, right?"

"How about three steps?"

"Uh...... Reasonable......"

Then Xuemo dragged Francis to the dance floor, "Come on...... It's the first time I've danced on a dance floor like this!"

Lovian walked slowly into the hall, and the two waiters opened the door for him with genuine trepidation. Accustomed to seeing aristocrats, they can certainly tell from a person's behavior. Lovian must be the kind of old family whose family history can be traced back four or five hundred years.

He nodded politely at the two next to him. Then take a glance. He saw the five knight chiefs who had been on the pavement of the Great Council a few days ago, as well as the representatives of the Great Provinces who spoke the loudest. Bell and Gigmont chatted with their glasses, seemingly unaffected by the atmosphere. As for Francis, who was "captured" by Xuemo, he was surprised by the footwork of the two people.

Shinas was not present at the farewell party, and thinking that there was no point in doubting such a thing, he naturally planned to turn away from the venue.

"Please stay. ”

Lovian was stunned, turned around, and saw the figure of Shinas in the corridor at the end of the venue.

The host was delayed for that long to show up. It can't be a disrespect for the guests, right?" Luo Weian thought with a slight raised eyebrow.

Shinas's dress was always as clear and flowing as a weave of clouds, and the crisp sound of the crystal heels stepping towards the front of the hall was so small. But it's even clearer. Today, Shinas wears a white-gold tiara that symbolizes the Holy Emperor, and the large gem set in the center of it is very strange - it seems colorless at first glance, but with each blink of an eye, the gem changes a different color of brilliance.

For some reason, Lovian looked at the Holy Emperor's Crown Catlett with a sense of déjà vu.

"It's really a goodbye, maybe you get the idea. But the meaning of separation lies in the infatuation in waiting and the joy when getting together. Shinas clasped her hands, and colorful ribbons fluttered behind her, making her dusty beauty seem dreamlike.

No one has the luxury of being able to dance with His Majesty the Supreme Holy Emperor, because no one will not feel ashamed of themselves.

The huge golden hall fell silent, and everyone looked at Shinas and Lovian standing at the door of the hall in amazement.

He saw a hint of the Holy Emperor's slightly tired look, and an extreme surprise suddenly began to take shape.

Shinas waved her hand softly, signaling to everyone not to be cold by her arrival, but it obviously had no effect. Pinching the indescribable possibility in his heart, he walked forward quickly.

Facing Osiria's master, he subconsciously bowed lightly.

As he straightened up, he felt someone tap his arm and he turned his head.

"Long time no see, Lowe. "Standard Demon language.

"Hum-" Turning his head, Lovian only heard such a dizzy roar in his head.

Thoughts flickered, and the moment before he slept five hundred years ago flashed violently in front of his eyes. It made him unable to think.

The icy Edelstan Plateau five hundred years ago...... Black-red Blood Moon Legion...... Mom knitting sweater in front of the fireplace...... Damian throwing snowballs at himself...... Masterma who half-knelt in front of the big tree at home and swore an oath to himself......

The metallic voices of the Legion Commanders...... Commands without any emotion...... Orka and Siu swirled their purple eyes with five pupils...... Magnus's arrogance...... Guvalo's Madness...... Ben Leon's Grim ...... The cunning of Akayl...... Sheila's allure is natural......

And their own anger, hatred...... There is also love and will.

"I swear allegiance to you and never turn my back on ......"

"Light Creation—No!"

"Come back soon, Lowe. ”

"Me and the Dark Mage. Who are you loyal to?"

“...... My life lives on because of you......"

The images of iron and blood, wind and flowers, are mixed and repeated, and the hatred of five hundred years ago is suddenly so clear, but it seems meaningless.

He is no longer the Blood Moon Honor, no longer the commander of the Third Army, but he is still Mom, Damian, and Mastma. And in the eyes of his subordinates who have long since fallen asleep, Lovian Brady Mun.

He blinked, and the qiē in front of him became clear.

Naturally, it seems that this qiē happened without accident. It's like the mundane but precious things of daily life.

"yes. He also replied in the demon language.

Mastma Lindsay withdrew her right hand and put her hands together. Her short over-the-shoulder hair was concealed by a sky-blue double-layered silk dress. His citrine eyes were still as clear and sharp as ever, and his long, taut body was still glowing with softness and beauty—this was still his mastma.

Solid color without ornamentation of blue clothing, because this qiē no longer needs to be carved.

He noticed Masterma's slightly quivering blue fluffy ears. What an obvious demon trait this is......

"Her demons?"

"How could it be. How could the demons appear on such a noble occasion?"

"The demon clan who came with His Majesty, how is this possible?"

“......”

The atmosphere gradually dispersed, and it seemed that the nobility rooted in the bloodline of Mastman made the nobles who still held the view that the demon race was a natural slave gradually accepted the contradictory demon race in front of them.

Somehow, Lovian found himself holding Mastma's hand, reminiscing about his performance at the demon's annual New Year's party on the dance floor to the music. This wasn't their first dance, and five hundred years ago, he and she had become a fixture at the annual meeting. But never before had Lovian felt that Mastma in front of him was so real.

"How did you ......?"

"The curse has not been completely removed, and the time for restoration is temporary. But Shinas is kind. I don't think it will take more than two years to get rid of it completely. ”

"Damn Akayl!"

"Alas...... You're not the Legion Commander I know right now. ”

The dance steps do not lose the elegance of human beings, but they retain the sonorous and powerful elements of the demon dance steps of the year. These dance music from the demons have lost the cold and proud that they experienced on the Edelstein Plateau. But there was still residual warmth in the spiritual perception of the two.

From beginning to end, the two demons are like falling snow in the middle of winter, which can only be seen from afar.

The end of the song. Exhausted.

Gilgmont and Bell tried their best to trick Xuemo and Dingkan, who were ready to hunt for curiosities, away, and Francis, pretending to be a very mature gentleman, left the sight of the two demons.

The night is getting darker.

"It's time to go. Speechless for a long time, Mastma said softly, shaking her furry ears.

"I don't need to say goodbye!" Mastma said aloud, turning to stare at Lovian, "Saying goodbye will only make you sad!

Lovian grabbed her by the arm, lost her balance and leaned back as she was about to rush out. Mastema's head slammed into Lovean's chin.

Lovien let out a cry of pain, but in an instant he noticed Master Marser cowering into his arms.

He could swear to the sky that this was the first time in his life that he was holding a demon girl of the same age. Whenever this kind of thing happened, he began to panic without exception.

A white line flashed in the sky.

Mastema closed his eyes and did not speak.

Lovian looked at her and didn't say anything.

He let out a long sigh: "Then you can go to the central mountain range of the Minar Forest to find me in the future." ”

Mastma shuddered in his arms, which seemed a little confused: "What are you going to do?"

"His Majesty Shinas hopes that I will be able to ease the contradictions between the Earth Sacred Cult and the Osilian Empire. ”

Mastma opened her eyes in surprise: "It's just you? how could it be? Why did you promise her that kind of thing!"

Luo Wei'an shook his head: "If I don't do this, I won't be able to free the demon race." This is a deal between us. ”

Mastma pondered for a moment: "She won't let you go empty-handed—but you must protect yourself no matter what." I would be very relieved about the original Lowe, but now Lowe is ......."

As she spoke, Mastma laughed and jumped away, flicking her hand and pulling out her former weapon, "Falling Frost".

Lovion could feel that the temperature around him was rapidly decreasing, and the ice crystals on the purple blade emitted a thick mist.

On the high platform of the holy land, one purple and one red, forming two distinct seas of fog.

Luo Weian realized that the strength of the current Muffy and the former Muffy had not changed much, perhaps it was only because he was cursed and imprisoned in the cat form that gave him the illusion that Muffy had no power. And Ma Fei, who did not lose his wings, condensed the dark element at a speed that was definitely far beyond him, and this battle was completely a battle in which Ma Fei tested his bottom line. If it was a real life-and-death fight, Luo Wei'an conservatively estimated that he would be defeated and die in ten seconds at most.

So he struck first, his left arm turned into a shield, and his right arm turned into a sharp thorn. With such a big gap, he wasn't worried about hurting Mastma.

The falling frost turned into a blue bolt of lightning, lightly squeezing Luo Wei'an's essence sword blade. (To be continued......)