When Arcelia took the headband and tied her blond hair, which had become much messy, back into the ponytail, her snow-white face was already flushed.

"Well, I'll go back first. After a polite farewell to Ulysses, Arcelia left the lounge, which had risen in much temperature, with her usual steady steps.

"Alas. Looking at this place, which was already a lot of chaos compared to just now, Ulysses sighed helplessly.

When did such a wonderful relationship begin, and he and Arcelia shouldn't have done such a thing.

It's a pity that there is no such thing as regret medicine for sale in this world, so he can only accept this result.

That night, Ulysses suffered from insomnia. He didn't have time to think about superfluous things when he was concentrating on studying the Immortal Mythical Gem, but what happened in the break room with Arcelia during the day was like a stone thrown into the water, which made his calm heart mess up again.

Sure enough, there was still no way to look at it, tossing and turning, Ulysses could not forget Arcelia's sad expression at that time, and the gentle embrace after that.

Trying to do something for her, maybe it was very pointless, maybe in the end he would find out that he was just wrong, but some intuition told him that the pair of sisters who appeared in the witch realm must have something to do with Arcelia.

"Cindy, come here. Opening the window, Ulysses sent a message to the residence of Prince Venus, not far from his residence, that only the two of them could hear.

"Hey!" replied cheerfully.

As the first secret doll made by Ulysses, Cindy certainly wouldn't disobey his orders, let alone such a trivial matter as coming to his room late at night, even during the day.

However, when Ulysses saw Cindy, he noticed that there was something else on her body—a mature woman with a wonderful figure, and Ulysses vaguely remembered that it seemed to be some teacher at the Radiant Academy.

"Come along?" said Cindy, who had run to Ulysses with her bedmate tonight, with her big innocent eyes, and then generously shared her captive of love with Ulysses.

The teacher, who looked to be in his twenties, was naked and exposed to Ulysses's sight, with full mountain peaks rippling on his chest, a pair of pink breasts standing upright in the sky, a slender and smooth lower abdomen and a round crotch curve. Extraordinarily tempting associations.

What's even more easy to lose control is that her hands are actually tied with a red ribbon, and she has obviously lost all her ability to resist.

Probably, the vast majority of normal men will be short of breath when they see such a **, and then their hearts will beat faster, and then ...... "Cindy! Ulysses' mind conjured up the sad expression of Arcelia during the day, and he gave a mandatory order to Centy.

"Got it!" Cindy looked at Ulysses a little strangely, this was obviously a very pleasant thing, why should she always refuse.

By the time Cindy sent her bedmate home for the night, Ulysses was ready in her room.

What he had to do this time, he would never have been able to do before. But when the pages of the Book of the Demon King open to him become more and more, what was impossible before does not mean that he can't do it now.

For example, reverse parsing the enemy's magic, then finding the loopholes in it, and cracking the magic once and for all.

Of course, it is not possible for Ulysses to do this in battle, but Cindy's situation is special, and he may not be unsure of success.

Alcelia has always helped him a lot, from the most basic swordsmanship to sparring, and her correct guidance has contributed to his growth.

However, Ulysses had never used the dark secret method to be used this time, and he was still a little worried.

It didn't take long for Cindy to return, and she looked expectantly at Ulysses, who had summoned her into her room late at night, and began to look forward to a fiery, sweet night.

"Ahem, Cindy, what I'm going to do in a minute might make you a little sad, if you don't want to, you can say it right away. Looking at Cindy's innocent eyes, Ulysses felt guilty because he was going to do something he had never done before.

"It's okay, I'll be patient no matter what. Cindy looked curiously at Ulysses, who was more nervous than herself, and began to wonder how "sad" she was.

"Well, get to bed. Ulysses was getting nervous.

"Hmm!" said Cindy happily hopping onto Ulysses' bed and began to unstrap herself.

"Wait, what are you doing with your clothes?" Ulysses discovers that Sendy has a serious misunderstanding of his words.

"Do you want to get dressed?" Cindy hesitated, then tried to widen the belt so that Ulysses could wait and stroke her body.

What did this kid think! Did you think she was going to do something strange by calling her so late...... Looking at Cindy lying on her bed in a seductive position, Ulysses was completely speechless.

However, thanks to this relaxed atmosphere, Ulysses's somewhat nervous and overly nervous spirit did relax a lot, and he was more sure of the next secret technique.

Concentrating, Ulysses summoned his magic sword, Abyssal Judgment, and thrust it into the floor of the room.

"Sendy, look me in the eye and recite the next prayer with me. Ulysses said very seriously.

"Yes!" replied Cindy merrily, her curious eyes constantly torning between Ulysses and the Abyssal Judgment.

"Pray, rebellious black butterfly. ”

"Pray, rebellious black butterfly. ”

"What I feel at this moment is connected to the sky and the sky, and it becomes eternity. ”

"What I feel at this moment is connected to the sky and the sky, and it becomes eternity. ”

"Many wishes in the world are only reversed at this moment, passed on forever, and never stopped.

"Many wishes in the world are only reversed at this moment, passed on forever, and never stopped.

In Ulysses' deep voice, Cindy uttered specific prayers one by one, and a large number of golden runes flew out of the abyssal judgment, and then flew through the room that had been temporarily sealed by Ulysses.

This is the dark secret method that Ulysses learned from the Book of Demon Kings, and the biggest effect of this secret method is to reverse the enemy's magic, but Ulysses has not reached that level, so this time it is used to trace what happened in the witch realm at the beginning.

There is no need to analyze all the enemy's secret methods and reflect them back, what Ulysses wants is to see the two people who appeared in the witch realm again, and the two girls who are extremely similar to Arcelia.

To do this, you need to use the power of Cindy.

A large number of golden runes intertwined and began to deform, eventually turning into several golden ribbon-like things attached to Ulysses.

"Cindy, if you're uncomfortable, you have to say it. Manipulating the golden ribbons that were part of his body, Ulysses reminded Cindy.

"Ah, that's it......" Cindy is no stranger to this kind of ribbon, and she used the red color to tie the teacher just now.

At this juncture, Ulysses couldn't stop, and directly launched this secret method.

Its name is "The Law of Bondage of the Son of Prayer", and it is a special secret technique that a certain race excels at, and uses a special "Child of Prayer" to activate various forbidden techniques.

As the number of "Children of Prayer" increases, the power of this secret method increases, and it can greatly increase the dark magic power of the magician, and it can also perform all kinds of incredible abilities.

However, all Ulysses needed was the most basic of them, the ability to analyze the opponent's magic and reverse it back.

The object of analysis was the Witch Realm that day, which would have been a very difficult thing to do, because several days had passed since the battle that took place in the Witch Realm.

But fortunately, the user of the witch's realm, that is, the source of magic, is in Cindy, which makes the difficulty of this secret art directly reduced, and even a beginner like Ulysses has a great chance of success.

The golden ribbon streaked through the air in a strange trajectory and then wrapped around Cindy's body.

"Ahh

Ulysses apparently didn't know before using this secret technique, but this "Prayer Child's Bondage Method" was only available to girls who had the closest relationship with the messenger to serve as the "Prayer Child", and the ritual itself was equivalent to a special kind of intimacy.

It is not a direct physical entanglement, but a higher level of spiritual union, which can be said to be a more intimate connection than a husband and wife in the ordinary sense.

Cindy, who was used by Ulysses as the "Child of Prayer", felt three times more stimulation than usual at the moment, and those golden ribbons were like the incarnation of Ulysses, stimulating her sensitive parts in all directions, and easily making her sweat all over her body.

Sendy was not the only one who was stimulated, Ulysses, who had never used this secret technique before, now knew that this was actually such a ritual full of ** and joy.

When the golden ribbon completely connected Ulysses and Senty's senses, Ulysses was almost completely lost in this sea of senses.

This unprecedented novel experience hit his body and mind like a wave, plunging his whole body into this strange and wonderful fluctuation.

Oops, you can't go on like this!Ulysses, who realized that he would be indulged in ** again if he continued like this, hurriedly used the power of Cindy as the "Child of Prayer" to launch the secret technique of retrospection.

In the golden light, time seemed to turn back, and the battle that took place in the witch's realm a few days ago appeared in front of Ulysses again.

............ The flames are burning, with misfortune and sorrow, the flames that once burned the beautiful girl alive, just for a little jealousy and hatred, in the name of the "witch", will not commit any crimes, but because of the flame that loves to study black magic.

In the blood-red flames, the color of the girl in black began to change, from bottomless black to pure white.

This was the moment when the witch in white was born, and the beginning of Ulysses' confusion.

Ulysses stared at the girl who was so similar to Arcelia, even though he was amazed to know that she was only an apparition that had been traced back to her magic.

The ponytail that is exactly the same as Arcelia's, the gently fluttering skirt corners, and the pure clothes like lilies, even if they stand in the flames, give people an incomparably holy beauty.

Just standing there like that, that beautiful and endearing temperament makes people's hearts involuntarily move, and it is really hard to imagine that soon after, she summoned the pyramid of the sun god and created a terrible vision of ten days in the sky.

Soon, that black figure also appeared in front of Ulysses, and at this moment, the dark swordsman was surrounded by that terrifying dark aura, and no one could see her true face.

But Ulysses, who was once suppressed by this dark swordsman to the point that he couldn't fight back, knew that behind the dark aura was a face exactly the same as Arcelia, but his temperament looked more mature, and his eyes were more persistent.

Ulysses didn't know where these two men came from or why they fought him, but their presence did cause him great doubts.

For this reason, he returned to this moment again to find the truth of everything.

In this retrospective world, Ulysses first saw himself in battle. Under the fierce attack of the dark swordsman who resembled Arcelia, he was even more embarrassed than he had imagined.

Every time he resisted, there would be huge flaws, and every attack of the opponent caused his center of gravity to lose balance, if it wasn't for his too good knowledge of Arcelia's sword style, I am afraid that he would have been defeated to the point where he could not be defeated again.

And even with such an advantage, it was only a moment of effort, and he was forced to a desperate situation, if it weren't for the abyssal judgment at that time, it just eroded the other party's magic, so that the other party encountered a magic backlash, one of his hands would be 100% cut off.

It can be said that this battle is undoubtedly his fiasco at the level of sword skill competition, Arcelia's sword is stronger than he imagined, and among all the strong people he knows, I am afraid that only Lei Lu is slightly stronger than her.

However, now was not the time to admire this, and Ulysses gently walked up to the white-clad witch and held out his hand.

Tracing back for the second time, he wanted to know where this white-clothed witch came from and why she came to this witch realm.

As long as you can know the reason, you may be able to find the truth of all this. Why did they resemble Arcelia so much, and why did they fight him?

However, the unthinkable happened, in the world that was obviously only traced out by Ulysses, the dark swordsman who was attacking Ulysses jumped back and blocked in front of Ulysses before his hand touched the witch in white.

His hand touched the cold chest of the Dark Swordsman.

Retrospectively launched again, but this time the world that appeared was beyond Ulysses's imagination.

It is a densely vegetated wood, and hundreds of huge tents have been erected around the woods, and around each tent can be seen heavily armed soldiers.

Inside the woods, the midday sun fell through the dense treetops to the ground, leaving dappled spots of light on the ground covered with rotten leaves and dead branches, making the gloomy woods seem less terrifying.

Unknown vines and plants crawled all over the ancient and huge trunks, and there was a little dew on the green young leaves. Under the canopy of the trees there are many low shrubs, and many red berries await the occasional animals to eat.

However, no animals will pass by, because all the creatures that live in this forest, whether they are carnivores or herbivores, have fled in a frenzy a few days ago.

This army is the only living creature that can move around this forest.

Obviously, the soldiers also felt nervous and uneasy about such an unusually quiet world, a world where they could not even hear the sound of insects.

The only thing that supported them was the tent in the center of the barracks, the one with a golden lion pattern. In it, there is their king, and the twelve strongest knights of the kingdom.

At this moment, in the king's tent, a heated debate was unfolding.

"Did you really decide to stop them right here? Arcelia, there is no other terrain to defend here besides this wood, and even if you have to fight those dead people, I suggest you change places. ”

"yes, it's a big loss here, those Death Knights aren't vegetarians. ”

"Arcelia, think about it again, it's still too late to transfer, as long as we preserve our strength, we still have a chance to fight back. ”

"My king, please think again, even if you really want to fight a decisive battle here, please take care of yourself first, you are the hope of our country. As long as you are around, the country will be able to rebuild. ”

On the throne, Ulysses' familiar but strange maidens listened to the arguments of the knights and ministers in the tent.

It was Arcelia, but it wasn't the Arcelia that Ulysses knew. Sitting on the throne, even though her figure does not look the same as now, she gives people an incomparably tall feeling.

She just sat there, didn't say anything, just held the golden holy sword in her hand and stroked it gently, her eyes were as gentle as a mother looking at her child.

Ulysses didn't understand what the people below were arguing about, but there was no doubt that everyone was trying to persuade Arcelia to leave the place for the time being, as if there would soon be great danger at the edge of this peaceful wood.

Then, Arcelia stood up, the golden sword in her hand, and stood up resolutely.

"I've decided, let's fight here. If they can't be stopped here, humanity will have no future. ”

"This battle is inevitable. ”

When Arcelia stood up with the golden sword, all voices were gone.

There was confusion, helplessness, and sadness in the eyes below, but no one said anything against it.

Because it was their king, and the strongest knight, the master of the golden sword, Arcelia.

The outcome of this battle was well known to all, but it was necessary to fight, and it was impossible not to fight, just to give the civilians in the vast land behind this forest time to flee, and to give more countries time to gather their armies.

This time, the enemy could not negotiate, could not surrender, and could not even communicate, because they had already fallen asleep and entered an eternal sleep.

However, someone woke them up, someone turned them into instruments of war, an invincible army of death.

Who that man was is still unknown, but the number of this legion driven by him has reached a number that can make all nations despair.

The oldest country in the South has fallen, and now that great army is on the other side of this horizon, advancing slowly and unstoppably towards this country, and if it cannot stop them here, then the whole country will be completely destroyed.

It will take time for the people to evacuate, it will take time to form a new continental coalition army, and it will take even more time to build a new front.

If there is no way to stop the army of death here, then the darkest fate awaits the entire continent.

So, someone has to stand up, someone has to fight this army of death here.

Finally, the person who stood up was a young king, a knight with an infinite future, armed with a golden sword, leading her twelve knights of the round table and an army willing to follow her, to this place, waiting for the army of death that was bound to come.

Until the end, there were still people persuading her, but her determination did not waver in the slightest, and the golden holy sword in her hand seemed to reflect her determination, exuding a brighter brilliance than usual.

Finally, darkness came.

It was a terrible sight that no army had seen before, it was still noon, but the whole sky was covered in darkness, and even a purple evil moon appeared.

The strange purple moonlight pulled even darker shadows on the plains, and the bones of several dead people crawled out from time to time where the moonlight shone on. As soon as these resurrected dead appeared, they straightened their bodies and joined the endless sea of bones.

I couldn't see how wide or deep the ocean was, but everywhere I could see, it was all that white color.

Not a single person made a sound as the army advanced, and all the units were silent, moving forward step by step. Covered in purple moonlight, they seem to be able to go on like this forever until the end of the world.

There was no smell of blood, but there was a sad smell in the air, and many soldiers had seen in their fantasies the grim reaper with a dark gray scythe on top of the army.

In this hellish land, this army did not retreat. Under a golden banner is a knight in armor engraved with magical inscriptions and holding a two-handed sword that glows with holiness.

In the center of these knights was Arcelia, who held the golden sword in her hand and her eyes were as calm as water.

When the tide of death came rushing over, Arcelia only did one thing, and that was to raise the golden sword in her hand, and then led the twelve knights around her to rush into the endless white sea.

"Fight for my king!"

"Long live England!"

With a heroic roar, the conscious army rushed towards the endless sea of bones with Arcelia and the twelve knights as arrows.

Among them, there are those who have achieved fame and fame, have their own castles and territories, and become high-ranking nobles, some have just joined the army and separated from their new wives, and there are fugitive soldiers from foreign countries who have lost their parents and relatives.

However, at this moment, their actions were exactly the same, that is, charge, charge, charge, and charge, and in this battle that could be said to be deathly, not one of them retreated.

Using the terrain to set traps and hold on to the city are tactics that can be very effective for humans. However, in the face of this desperately numerous army of death, which has grown stronger and stronger over time, all tactics are pointless.

Destroying the opponent's largest strength in the shortest possible time with the fastest speed is the biggest goal of this army.

Roars, explosions of vindictive spirit, spells of magic, and the use of Arcelia and the twelve knights as arrows, the human army at the beginning of the war achieved unexpected results.

About 100,000 undead were wiped out, and the losses of the human army were negligible, and if it was a battle between human nations, such a disparity in battle loss ratio could already be said to be a decisive victory.

However, this law is not universal for this legion, even if the 100,000 troops in front of them as the vanguard are completely wiped out, there is no feeling for this army of death that cannot see the edge at a glance.

Because their total number, after destroying the largest country in the South, has exceeded tens of millions.

No other country has ever had such a large army, the result of pulling the dead from the ground across the continent. Even now on this battlefield, new dead people are constantly crawling out of the surrounding ground.

200,000, 300,000...... With their own cooperation, and under the desperate attack of all the soldiers, more of the dead fell and never got up again.

However, human casualties also began to appear, and in the face of an army of necromancy, without fear and no pain, the advantages of humanity began to diminish over time.

The first to die were the recruits, who had undergone rigorous training and had enough courage, but lacked combat experience.

At the beginning of the battle, they had used up too much strength, and by the time they found that their hands were shaking and their breathing was becoming rapid, it was too late.

Immediately after the fall were the veterans with old wounds, who were experienced in combat and knew how to save their strength, but in this protracted battle, their old wounds eventually affected their movements and killed them.

When a gap appears, when the hand wielding a weapon is no longer strong, even the best soldier cannot prevent the defeat of this war.

The roars of rage and the stoggling of weapons slowly calmed down, and everyone who could not go beyond the limits of humanity was thus overwhelmed by the dead who seemed to be sluggish and looked like they could be cut down with a single sword.

Human beings are just human beings after all, and if they can't go beyond the limit of **, they will be tired and need to rest. No matter how fiery the fighting spirit is and how powerful the skills are learned, when the physical and mental strength reaches the limit, you will no longer be able to fight.

And the Death Army, bathed in the purple moonlight, does not know exhaustion, does not know what the limit is. They will simply take orders and destroy all the lives that dare to stand in their way.

In the end, the strongest dozen people in this army remained, and the kills and injuries they caused could be said to account for more than half of this army.

Holy Sword, Heavenly Spear, Dragon Flame ...... All sorts of superhuman forces put up their last stand, crushing all enemies in front of the woods.

This is the gap between the strong beyond the limit and ordinary humans, and it is not impossible for them to fight against ten thousand.

However, they were not faced with an enemy of 100,000 or 200,000, but a desperate "10 million". What's more, among these tens of millions of legions, there are even more terrifying monsters.

"Click!click!" As the evil purple moon crawled across the center of the battlefield, the ominous sound of horses' hooves began to appear in the rear of the battlefield.

The Death Legion, which had been advancing quietly and then being destroyed by the last dozen or so remaining powerhouses, fluctuated for the first time.

The skeletons automatically moved out of the way, allowing the uninvited guests who had descended on the battlefield from the ominous fog in the distance to step freely into the battlefield.

It was hundreds of black knights wrapped in black armor and riding on strange flames on their feet, and behind them, there were even more numbered, but the armor they wore was varied, just like the armor display of the continent.

The black knights noticed the last of the resisters, and cooperated with a strong team with a girl holding a golden holy sword as the center of resistance.

Silence, silence, and then the leader of the black knights, a knight taller than the average black knight and carrying a great sword wrapped around the frost of ice and snow on his back, waved his hand.

The charge began, no battle cries, no orders, only the dense sound of horses' hooves, and the cold light on the tips of hundreds of black spears.

When there were still more than a hundred meters away from the last resistance line, all the black spears were shot out, turning into countless black lights to cover that battle line.

Gold, white, blue, the last front of humanity sent out the strongest resistance, but in the face of this order of knights who represented death, such resistance seemed so weak.

Then, the golden light illuminates the whole sky, which is the light of hope of fantasy, representing the radiance of mankind's yearning for victory.

Moreover, that light does not appear only once, but continuously.

The blazing sword light that blasted through the atmosphere, each method wiped out tens of thousands of necromancy. In front of this golden light, even these powerful black knights were pierced and shattered one after another.

Only the strongest knight leader among them, the black knight with the Frost Greatsword on his back, blocked one of the shots, but he was also shocked back dozens of meters.

Where the golden sword light passed, everything turned into dust, gathering countless sword lights of hope, and possessing absolute restraint against necromantic creatures. In front of it, the vast army of death crumbled like melted cream.

However, after this sword light evaporated the countless necromancy, it was as abrupt and still as it had been when it suddenly appeared.

At the end of the sword light was a knight whose eyes had lost their brilliance, but who still held the golden holy sword in his hand and stood tall.

She is the king of the country, the knight chosen by the Golden Holy Sword, the king of knights who fought to the last moment for the people.

After burning all his life, fighting to the last moment, and inflicting an unprecedented blow on the Death Legion, Wang finally closed his eyes, and his body began to slowly turn into points of light.

If this is the end, then maybe it is not bad, after the battlefield of your choice, in the land you have sworn to protect, in this way.

However, fate did not favor this hero. What befell her was an even greater tragedy, a curse that could not be rested.

In the evil purple moon in the sky, a cold light shot down and shone on the dissipating king, causing her already collapsed body to stop dissipating.

As if mocking her efforts, purple light continued to devour her body before extending to the top of the Golden Sword.

The golden sword, which represented people's hopes for victory, resisted desperately, but it could not stop the erosion of the purple moonlight after losing its owner and having just liberated all its strength, and a large number of blood-red lines began to appear on the sword.

Under the light of the purple moonlight, the shadow of the Golden Holy Sword had even completely changed, turning into another sword that was very similar, but of a completely different nature.

At the same time, there was something in the king's shadow, which was a dark black figure, exactly the same figure as the king. However, her eyes were completely golden, and the armor on her body was darker than the shadows.

At the end of the day, the already dead king struggled to open his eyes and look at his eroded body.

There was no way to stop it, not even the power of the Golden Holy Sword could resist the darkness that was eating away at her body. This death-filled power is about to infect her whole body, turning her into a monster of death.

In the last moment, the king picked up the golden holy sword that had also been eroded, and resolutely cut off her own head, she did not want to become a dead spirit like this, and she did not want her body to be used to kill her fellow humans.

The brilliance of the Golden Sword shone again because of the king's determination, and the moment it was cut off by the king's suicide with the help of the other party's erosion, it burst into a blazing light and disappeared from the battlefield with the king's body.

The king's head fell to the ground, and was picked up by her own shadow, a shadow full of darkness that left the king's last wish.

The shadow looked around blankly, and then left the battlefield with the king's head. She was born from an eternal curse, will not die, will not be killed, is a dark shadow tainted.

The purple moon in the sky didn't react anymore, and the surrounding Death Knights didn't attack the shadows who became companions, just watching her leave the battlefield alone.

The king had a wish, a wish, a wish that should not have been, before burning his whole life. She wished she was no longer a king, but just a knight who guarded her sister.

It doesn't matter if the black magic sword, the ominous figure, or the terrifying appearance are all right, because she is just the wreckage of the king, a monster wandering the earth for the last wish.

Having lost her body and leaving only one head, she took the head to the place where her sister died, looking for her sister's remains.

She opened the grave, cut the cross of the church, committed many blasphemy, betrayed the knight's path, and sought only what was left of her sister.

Among many, many burned wreckage, she finally found the part of her sister that might not be recognizable to humans, but it was not difficult for her, who was dead and had fallen into darkness.

The moment the king cut off his head, the king was already completely dead. What was left of her was just the fragments left after being eroded by the breath of death, which was the continuation of the king's wish.

After finding the remains of her sister, she fused the last remaining part of her head, with the remains of her sister, and then turned into a shadow and fell into a deep sleep with her.

The agreement between the two was finally fulfilled in this way, and at the end of the day, she finally gave up everything she needed to abide by as a king and returned to her sister.

She is darkness, she is death, she is wish, she is the wreckage of the king named Arcelia after his death.

Her name is Dark Arcelia.

The girl she guarded, whose name was Arnaria, was burned at the stake just because she had studied dark magic, a kind and gentle girl.

Time passed, and I don't know how long it took, and the wreckage of the two fused together was unearthed by someone, and then mixed in something more ancient and mysterious, and many, many experiments were carried out.

Unbeknownst to those who conducted the experiment, they disturbed the dead and awakened the dark Arcelia, who should have gone into eternal darkness with her sister.

During the experiment, the dark Arcelia completely woke up, but did not leave, but continued to guard her sister's wreckage, turning into a dark puppet, fighting to protect her alone.

Finally, one day, a miracle happened, and the witch Arnaria, like her, woke up from death and returned to this world again.

In an old church, the two lived together again. It's just that Arnalia doesn't know that it's not just her imaginary sister who is by her side, but the real sister who came back to her according to the past agreement.

Although, this sister has long been polluted by the darkness, and can no longer pick up the golden holy sword that represents fantasy and hope, nor can she wear the holy silver armor, so she can only use such an ugly and dark appearance to silently guard her by her side.

The dark Arcelia is a knight who belongs only to the witch Arnaria.

............ "Ha-ha!" Ulysses stopped the "law of the son of prayer" and withdrew from the retrospective of the dark swordsman.

The truth he had learned was too shocking, too sad, for him to sustain the retrospective magic from that world.

"Arcelia and Arnalia. Ulysses, who learned the truth of the past, couldn't believe that Arcelia, who could keep a normal mind at all times and teach him the truth of life, could have such a tragic past.

(To be continued)