Lothar didn't know where he had been, and he thought about turning and jumping back into the rift behind him, because it was more dangerous than the dark, narrow rift. However, he hesitated, for the Count was not sure if he would suffer the same fate as Cheese if he had drilled back into the rift. The figure he had seen as he climbed up wasn't here. As far as the eye could see, in the gloomy light that came from nowhere, he saw only a barren land, and something inexplicable growing on it.

The Fool's Justice was held in his hands, and even in this environment, the golden body of the tomahawk still exuded a reassuring luster. Many warriors think of their weapons as an extension of their bodies, but Lothar always feels that his relationship with the witch-hunting knife in his hand is more like a partner. And this time, he hopes that his partner can help him more.

The familiar lion's roar was not heard, which meant that the Count was not now bewitched by hallucinations, at least on a magical level. In fact, when a power is strong enough to surpass magic, then the world or space it constructs is different from reality, and it cannot be regarded as another reality. Of course, Lothar didn't think so, and in any case, the sight in front of him made him unhappy. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with the air here, except for the rotten and musty smell that was absent, and his body could still be replenished by air.

Out of curiosity and intelligence, Lothar cautiously approached the only object in the barren land, which was some long black poles that looked like sticks stuck in the ground, and to these poles were also clinging to strings made of grass stems. The way the rope was braided was obviously different from the straw rope that the Count had seen in the department of Schalle, where it felt more like a clump of hair, and the fibers were uncomfortably thin when separated and braided.

He touched the thing with the tip of his tomahawk, not moving. Judging by the sensations coming from the tomahawks, it is estimated that a long part of these long poles is buried deep in the ground, but it is not known whether they were artificially inserted here or grew out of the ground. Lothar shook her head, this is a ridiculous idea, the long poles in front of her don't look like plants or animals, how can they grow out of the ground?

The Earl looked around with some hesitation, and he could faintly see that the long poles on the ground were arranged in the shape of a road, as if to guide him in a certain direction. But that would inevitably keep him further and further away from the rift, and it was never a wise decision to stay away from the rift now. Besides, he didn't believe that Cheese would disappear so easily, and now that he thought about it, it was probably because he had found out that something was wrong and cut the rope, maybe jumping into the rift was the right choice, but Lothar couldn't be sure how likely this guess was correct.

Just as he was hesitating, a glimpse of a bright color out of the corner of his eye caught the earl's attention. It was a figure, a figure he knew very well, a figure that should never have been here. "Helen?" Lothar's voice tightened as her throat tightened. He never expected to see his daughter here. And the Helen he saw seemed to be older than the five-year-old girl he remembered, and she looked like she was about ten years old.

However, the slight change in appearance does not make a father unrecognizable of his daughter. He was sure that the man standing in the path separated by the long pole was Helen. So, is this a trap? Magic can create false appearances and even false bodies, and things that transcend magic must also work. Lothar had every reason to believe that the person in front of him was just some kind of being disguised as his daughter, or a hallucination in his mind in a trance. But when Helen's figure approached, and her whole body radiated a warm soft light, he felt confused.

"Helen?" the Count asked again, and this time, he was answered.

"Abba, it's me. As soon as Abba's title came out, Lothar's expression changed. Because this title is the special name for his father in the Heartless Bay area, this is a name that the blue lion does not have, and it is also the name that Helen called him in private. If Helen in front of her was an illusion, then she must have stolen the Count's memory, otherwise she would never have been able to call out the title.

"Where is this, what is Abba doing here?" the presence with the appearance of a ten-year-old Helen looked around with a puzzled expression. Originally, Lothar thought that this illusion must have appeared to draw him deeper, but now it seems that the other party is just as confused as he is about his current situation. This made the Count once again begin to doubt the identity that existed in front of him.

"Helen, why are you here?" asked Lothar. Only this time, his tone was no longer pure suspicion, maybe it was connected by blood, he always felt that Helen in front of him had an inexplicable sense of credibility, this little girl who radiated light seemed to be really his daughter.

Helen's innocent smile was on her face, and this smile was the strongest pillar that sustained the Earl of Montenegro from a series of painful encounters in Heartless Bay. "I miss Abba! But Sister Qili said that Abba was far away, so I stood in a circle and taught me a long list of words, and then I was here!

Lothar looked at his daughter with a long mouth, and he was now eighty percent sure that the Helen in front of him was Helen. Especially when she mentions Kiri, that arbitrary witch, how can she teach a five-year-old girl magic? Wait, magic?" "Helen, was Kiri doing anything while you were saying that?"

The girl frowned slightly and thought for a moment, then shook her head slightly, "No." Sister Qili was laughing on the side, and she was laughing now, ah, and she said that Helen was very good! Hehe, Helen was just as good as Sister Qili! Isn't it, Abba?"

If the atmosphere here was still breathless and strange a few minutes ago, then now Lothar doesn't know what kind of expression and mood she should use to face everything in front of her. Life is like a burlesque. He had forgotten where he had seen it, but now he thought that the man who said it was a genius. Although it is not entirely certain, it is likely that Helen did not use the power of witches, but relied on her own ability to reach her father's side in this way!

"Helen, listen to me, it's not safe here for Abba, you go back quickly, or you ask Qili to help you go back. Obedient, okay? Abba will bring you toys when he comes home. The Count subconsciously wanted to stroke Helen's hair as he spoke, but when his left hand passed through Helen's head, he realized that the daughter in front of him was not an entity.

"Helen is not afraid of danger! When Abba was away, Sister Gloria told me a lot of stories about Abba's Abba, and Abba and Abba of Abba, and Helen wanted to be a knight like Abba!" For the most part, the Count would not order or force his daughter to do anything, he could not, especially when he looked into Helen's eyes that resembled those of his deceased wife.

"No, you don't understand, it's really dangerous here, you have to leave, you—" The Count was half-kneeling on the ground so that his eyes could be close to his daughter, which would make Helen listen to him more carefully. But this time, the old way doesn't seem to be working.

"It's all right! Helen has grown up! You see, Helen has grown taller! Helen will definitely be able to help!" the little girl, obviously misunderstanding what her father meant, stood on tiptoe, trying to highlight her much taller height than she really was. Then, she floated up. Yes, Helen, glowing with light, rose from the barren earth like a goblin unrestrained by gravity.

"Haha! Helen can fly! Look, Abba look, Helen is flying! haha!" Helen, who had reaped the unexpected joy, smiled and turned her body in the air, she was like a fledgling that had just learned to fly, and she couldn't wait to master more skills. As Helen's flying skills improved rapidly, she began to fly into the distance.

"Helen, wait for me!" Seeing her daughter fly away, Lothar didn't care about anything else, and quickly got up and chased after her.

What he didn't know was that after he chased Helen away from the rift, many dark figures turned out of the rift, and these strange silhouettes without details silently looked at Lothar who had run away, tilting her head in unison, which seemed quite incomprehensible. They don't understand why this man didn't come back into the rift. Although the rift was no longer the rift he had come.