Augustus thought he was going to die. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He wasn't afraid of death, and he wasn't dead, but he was a little sorry - he heard that there were spirits sheltered by the gods living in the forests east of the Diago Dynasty near the sea, but I don't know if it was true? and the northern lich, where it is said that the last dragon in the world lived and guarded the ancient treasures. What does the dragon look like? Is it easy to kill or not? Unfortunately, I don't have a chance to know.

And Elizabeth, he wants her to be a real princess, so that she can enjoy everything in this world unscrupulously, and unfortunately he has no chance.

Sophia, Terina, Alfred.

And so on in his trance-like consciousness, Augustus did not realize until this time that he had integrated into the world.

But the cruelest thing is that he realizes this, but it seems that he can no longer grasp it.

He subconsciously rolled on the grass and dodged the deadly sword of Count Castile.

If nothing else, he won't be able to dodge the next sword.

He really didn't have the strength to struggle anymore, the confusion of consciousness, the sluggishness of his movements, and the difficulty of breathing all made him clearly feel the loss of his life.

He had even felt the breath of death.

That's it...... Let's end it.

Augustus, who no longer had the strength to struggle, waited for death to come.

However.

He had waited for a long, long time, almost a century, but he still hadn't waited for real death.

Why is that?

Augustus used his last strength to reluctantly try to open his eyes, but suddenly noticed that his surroundings were unusually quiet, and the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was actually his old butler Vernon, which made him very puzzled and puzzled, and tried to look at Casstilla, Rodrian, and others standing around him, only to find that all of them, including the night watchman of the Inquisition and the enforcer of the Sacramental Ministry, had a hellish expression on their faces, staring in the direction of the doorway on the edge of the manor meadow with fear.

What's there?

Augustus looked with difficulty at their sight.

Blood obscured his vision, and in the blur, he could faintly see a small pink figure.

Is it human?

He couldn't believe his eyes, closed them and opened them again, and looked again, only to find that there was only darkness under the moonlight, and there was no figure anywhere.

I guess it's an illusion.

......

Not an illusion.

At first, he casually slid his gaze over the door to see the figure, and thought it was his delusion, because the figure only flickered and disappeared from his sight, but just when he thought it was an illusion and was about to attack old Vernon again, he suddenly turned around, saw the figure again, and then watched the figure slowly disappear into the darkness.

What the hell is that?

The wary Night's Watch Captain couldn't care about Alfred's old butler any longer, so he could only stop his fight and stare at the fleeting figure in the doorway.

Then there was Count Clark, who couldn't believe his eyes, because there could be no human being like a ghost, suddenly appearing and disappearing!

Then, Castile, Rodrian, the Enforcer, the Night's Watchman, the nobles watching the war in the hallway, all of them saw the strange figure.

The horror made them stop their movements and made them forget to breathe.

For although the figure was fleeting, all of them could clearly feel it, and with each disappearance of the figure, and each sudden appearance, she gradually approached the meadow, and approached them.

She's coming at them!

It was a figure in a pink princess dress.

The Captain of the Night's Watch had just captured the silhouette of a figure on the grass when it vanished once more.

Finally.

When she reappeared, everyone in the meadow saw her clearly.

Under the silver moon, a little girl in a pink princess dress quietly stood in the middle of the meadow, and the moonlight covered her with a hazy and obscure color, which was actually awe-inspiring.

......

On the grass.

Sensing that someone was watching him, his consciousness was confused, and Augustus, who was on the verge of death, looked at him unconsciously, but it was this glance that made his pupils dilate suddenly, and he couldn't believe how she could come here.

He looked at her, wanted to raise his hand, wanted to speak, but his fingers trembled slightly, but he had no strength to lift his arm, nor did he have the strength to speak, so he had to try to squeeze out an ugly smile to show his joy.

But soon, Augustus frowned again, this is the imperial capital, the heart of the Holy Empire, and the most important hub of the Holy See on the continent, she is a little shaman of the Lich, and she appears in front of everyone in front of everyone in such a bright and honest way, can she still leave?

He could only use his eyes to anxiously signal the little girl to leave quickly.

The little girl, of course, can only be the king of the shaman of the north, the little queen of Terina.

Terina's face was expressionless, she silently looked at Augustus lying on the ground in embarrassment, covered in blood, met the guy's ugly smile, worried eyes, she ignored the blood on his face, just looked at him quietly, her eyes were sad.

It was a shame for her not to spurn her with the same contempt as before, for she knew that he could not have the strength to respond to her, so she stood like this, and then, in full view of all those around her, she suddenly crouched down slowly, and buried her little face deep in Augustus's chest, not caring for the blood on Augustus's body, staining her skirt and her face.

She murmured, "Poor little Augustus, you're going to die......"

Her voice was calm, calm to the point of almost indifference.

But tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, falling on Augustus's chest and into his blood.

"I don't know why these people have to want you to die, and I don't want to know, anyway, you humans have long been used to asking him to die, and he wants you to die. ”

"However, it has nothing to do with me which of them dies or how many of them die, and I don't care if I have seen far more dead than alive for thousands of years...... But this time, they were wrong, they shouldn't have to let you die, because you are my servant knight, my knight, who can let you die without my permission? Who would dare to let you die? Is it because I have been too lazy to pay attention to you despicable creatures for thousands of years, that they dare to forget my existence?"

"The Pope of the Holy See?"

"The Emperor of Bourbon?"

"Heh......"

"Well, actually, I don't mind letting them know that I'm still alive, and I really don't mind letting them know who the real masters of this continent are. ”

She slowly looked up and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her little bloody hands.

She stared deeply for the last time at Augustus, who wanted to speak, but couldn't say it at all.

Blooming her last smile: "Since they all want you to die, I'll let them all die, okay?"

Without waiting for Augustus' answer, she leaned over and kissed Augustus on the forehead.

Then she got up.

Under the moonlight, the little girl with half of her face covered in blood looked particularly terrifying, and even made everyone on the grass subconsciously stay away from her.

Her gaze slipped from the crowd down the hallway, past Castile, past Clark, and finally on the Night's Watch Commander, her eyes cold and colorless.

She tilted her head slightly, propped her hands behind her back, and slowly floated in the air.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

No one has ever seen this.

It is impossible for anyone to believe that humans can stand in mid-air, because this is not something that humans can do, and no amount of power, no amount of obscure magic, can support a human body to stop in the air.

But she was standing there.

Like gods, like demons.

She looked down at the ants beneath her feet, her eyes blank.

On this night, Her Majesty Empress Catherine, the last emperor of the Lich Court thousands of years ago, came to the world.

......

...... (To be continued.) )