Late at night, let the barbarian sisters fall asleep on the big bed, the man suddenly opened his eyes, got up from the bed, put on a few clothes, the man patted Evelyn who was entrenched around his neck, after Evelyn retracted her shadow, gently closed the door, Lester took his breath and quietly came to the first floor.

Margaret, who hadn't been seen for a whole day, spun in place like a spinning top, and her heavy magic steel [Black Guard] plate armor collided softly, and she was at a loss with her master, as if she realized that she was making a noise, and the woman stopped moving.

“…… Lord Leicester has already slept, and has just returned from the Immortal Fortress, and has been running for a day, so sure enough, I should come back to Lord Leicester tomorrow...... No, I have to go up to Lord Leicester, but he must be tired, after all, Tali and the Kiss sisters are not easy to deal with, and too many women are not a good thing...... Will it not be done? No way, there's no sound anymore, so speaking of which, Lord Lester has already slept, and has just returned from the Immortal Fortress...... Shall I go back? No, you have to report ......"

Looking at the incomparably tangled woman, Lester in the shadows saw the woman's rough hands, and also saw some hideous scars on the woman's face, ten years have passed, Margaret has lost her immaturity and pretty, and has become a general who has been tempered in war and iron blood, spending the best time in military affairs and killing,

Her youth is dedicated to herself and the jade collar, and what does she give to women?

She couldn't even give a child to the woman, and after she didn't respond, the woman never mentioned it again......

A soft sigh came from the darkness.

"Margaret."

Turning her back and about to leave, Margaret heard a familiar voice, her body trembled, and she turned her head, only to see a familiar gentle face beyond the shadows.

Three years have passed, and the man in front of me has not changed at all, just like the first time I saw him nine years ago.

Subconsciously lowering her head, the woman looked at her hand, the thick cocoon was like the fortress stone wall of an immortal fortress, the rough fingers could no longer see the delicate lines, and unconsciously, her palm had been fused with the cold and hard two-handed sword, and she would never be able to find her past self.

This is a pair of hands that do not hurt when placed on a hot iron pot, and these hands have made themselves proud on the battlefield for countless days and nights, but they are full of disgust at the moment.

And an ugly scar on the face may be even uglier than the hand.

Nearly thirty years old, the dedication of youth and beauty has passed, and before you know it, you are only left with loyalty.

Men have many women, but women have only one man in their lives, but they are willing to do it.

She never regretted being that man's sword.

The woman took a half step back, knelt on one knee and hung her head, her voice a little hoarse.

"Lord Lester, Margaret keeps you updated on the ...... of the underground ruins"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the woman stared blankly at the man who forcibly picked her up, and on the man's face, the woman saw the pity and debt that could not be dissolved.

I don't know why, the woman who doesn't feel pain and grievance with the sword and body is stabbed in the heart by the man's eyes at the moment, and her nose begins to sour, but it has turned into instinct, and the strength carved into the bones makes the woman not shed the tears of the weak, and after putting on the armor, she never needs the weak and incompetent thing of tears.

"Lord Lester, my plate armor is heavy and cold, so you might as well let me go."

"No, the temperature and weight are just right, the Black Guard is something I designed myself, and I'll never hate her."

Being held in the arms of the man, feeling the warm side face of the man gently against her rough cheeks, Margaret twitched her nose and closed her eyes, as if returning to the moment when she was a child, after she was wronged, she was lovingly held in her arms by her father and comforted softly.

At that time, I still cried because there was always someone who would stand in front of me without hesitation, wipe away his tears, and pity and grief for his tears.

Iron, Iron, >Iron, Iron

When someone is distressed, the wronged person will cry louder.

After the man went to the battlefield and never came back, after his mother abandoned him with another strange man and went to Demacia, he forgot what it meant to cry, because there was no longer a heartache for his tears, and tears changed from priceless to worthless, and became a useless thing for Gu Ying's self-pity.

"If it's uncomfortable, just cry, I'm here, I'm going anywhere."

The man's soft voice is like the last crack in the embankment, piercing through all defenses and piercing deep into the woman's heart, more than ten years of pain and grievances, countless lonely days and nights watching the front line of the war, at this moment have turned into an irrepressible turbulent river, embarrassed down the cold and hard black shell, held in the palm of the man's hand, and kissed gently.

When weakness becomes a cherished pearl, crying has value and meaning.

Around the two of them, a magical shield that insulated them silently enveloped them, warmly guarding this small corner.

In this small world, the two people finally shed all their hard shells, and they are frantically intertwined as if no one else is around, and in the rough and simple repetition, they taste and tell each other's thoughts and attachments......

……

In the depths of the lake of the soul, in the instinctive self-preservation, the green runes that have always been closed to emotions and energy began to flicker slowly, and the evil red runes began to be completely suppressed by the power of the green runes, like a crazy prisoner who is about to undergo the final judgment, unwilling to use his arm to resist the guillotine knife that fell from the sky.

An overly pure and powerful emotional energy swept down from the other side of the starry sky, and gently fell into the depths of the undisturbed lake in the form of a five-pointed star of colored light that had never been seen before, slowly sinking, successfully breaking through the shield that isolated all consciousness, and came to the depths of the bottom of the lake where the runes were fighting.

Under the strong attraction, the colorful pentagram flew happily and softly towards the green life rune, and in the gentle embrace of the life rune, it quickly merged into it, making the life rune that longed for sincere feelings glow with dazzling light, and let out a happy light sound with satisfaction.

With the blessing, the balance of victory completely fell to the side of the life rune, and the evil red rune with even more powerful power unwillingly rushed left and right, bursting out with the last rune power, trying to break through the weak green light mask, but it turned into a futile effort behind a desperate effort, and was quickly suppressed by the green light mask, shrunk into a small ball, and completely annihilated and disappeared.

For more than three years, countless games and struggles, with the blessing of external forces, the life rune finally wiped out the world consciousness that the red rune text was not a powerful one, making the red rune a pure primordial power carrier.

"Elena...... Victorious......"

The long war brought irresistible exhaustion, and with the last consciousness, he shaped a spiritual altar with runes in the depths of the lake, and the life runes floated and landed in the groove in the center of the altar, and then the red runes stood on top of another groove.

Above the lake, the light that isolates the spiritual consciousness disappears, and the lake of the soul disappears and falls into calm again. chaptere