"Why?" George looked at her in surprise, and a hint of determination flashed in Catherine's dark and shining eyes, and she said, "You are right, Mr. Rogge is gone, but we are still there, although he has left us, the lone wolf will not die, from now on, I am a lone wolf, and I will continue along the road he has not finished." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

She stood up and looked at George, who was up at the same time, and said, "And you, and the guild mates, you are taking another path under the guidance of Mr. Rogge, you are the judge under the sun, but there will always be sins in this world that cannot be judged in the sun, it needs an executioner lurking in the shadows of the night, it needs a lone wolf ......"

She hugged George softly, leaned in front of him and kissed him affectionately on the lips, George's eyes widened in flattery, and after a brief kiss Catherine let go of him, she took a new black cloak from the hand of the lamp god, draped it over her shoulders, and turned to say goodbye to George.

Saying goodbye to George, Catherine left the city of Itali with Monica and the god of lights, and traveled west along the border of Itali with the Sun and Moon Forest, not knowing where she was going, and not knowing what she was supposed to do, for the first time in her life she became so dazed that she seemed to have lost her direction.

In this way, Catherine and Monica walked down the road to a small town on the border between Itali and Deiz, which she remembered as one of the three towns that Rogge had forced the Three Duchyes to rebuild for the refugees of the Imperial Capital after the Imperial Capital had fallen to ruins.

Walking through the streets of the town, looking at the quiet and peaceful life of the people, Catherine's mind could not help but recall once again what had happened in the ruins of the imperial capital, and she tried to find familiar faces in the crowd, but she did not find them.

As she walked, Catherine suddenly stopped in front of a beggar, and she looked down at the unkempt beggar, his clothes shabby, bare-handed, shrunken in the corner of the cold late winter and early spring, and a worn-out bowl in front of him, but there was no money in the bowl.

Catherine stood silently looking at him, her eyes revealing a strange and familiar face, which she recognized at a glance, the high priest whom she had pointed at gunpoint, despite the fact that it was now dusty and scrawny.

Goethe, who was already blind, leaned his back against the corner of the wall, his head hung weakly, he did not know that Catherine was looking at him from a few steps away, he only knew that his stomach was already unbearably hungry, and he moaned weakly: "Okay, okay......"

Catherine sighed softly, turned and took a step forward, but stopped and looked back at him, and after a long silence, she turned back to Monica and whispered a few words, took the two apples from the little flower spirit, and shoved them into Goethe's hand.

Goethe, who felt the food, trembled like clockwork, raised his head and looked around blankly, but his blind eyes could not let him see who was coming, he lowered his head and grabbed the apple and ate it in a big gulp, forgetting to say thank you.

Catherine stood beside him, looking at the once invincible man with pity in her eyes, with a mixture of sympathy and emotion, and she took off her black cloak from her back and wrapped it around Goethe's body, then got up and silently turned away.

"Monica, just over half a year ago, how could we have thought that everything would become like this?" Catherine said to the little flower spirit on her shoulder with a sigh as she passed by the passer-by on the opposite side.

"yes, everything has changed, I don't know what will become of it in the future. Monica sat with her hands on Catherine's shoulders, her calves hanging from her shoulders, and sighed softly.

At this moment, a girl's exclamation suddenly came from the front: "Don't run, give me back my bread!"

Startled by the screams, Catherine and Monica looked up and saw a young man in ragged clothes stumbling towards her, holding a bag of freshly baked bread in his arms, running and gobbling down his head and gnawing on it, and a girl standing behind and shouting anxiously.

Catherine stopped and looked at the man who rushed in front of her, and when he was about to run past her, Catherine suddenly grabbed the man's wrist, and the man almost fell, and he continued to stuff bread into his mouth, while looking back at Catherine with a strange smile.

"It's you......" Catherine and Monica's eyes widened in surprise, looking at the man in front of them with a crazy mouth full of bread, and the man had a crazy smile, after staring at Catherine for a moment, he suddenly covered the bread in his arms and shouted: "This is my world, no one is allowed to rob, this is my world, my dynasty!"

Catherine frowned at his nervous expression, and one memory fragment after another of him was reflected in her mind, the gentleness of the first time she met him in the palace, the generous statement made by the two regiments when they set out on the expedition, and the fierce appearance at the celebration banquet, either of which made it difficult for her to associate the madman in front of her with the supreme monarch of the empire, the Holy Emperor.

But she still had no doubt that the madman in front of her was the Imperial Holy Emperor Valentine II, and in an instant, an urge to strangle him surged into Catherine's heart, making her can't help but reach out and jam Valentine's throat.

If it weren't for him, Tali wouldn't have spilled blood on the palace, if it weren't for him, the knights of the Silver Dragonwings wouldn't have died a horrible death, if it weren't for him, the humans and the Bloods wouldn't have been at war again, if it weren't for him, Murphy wouldn't have died, and if it weren't for him, none of this would have happened, and Rog and Antonio wouldn't have died together......

If it weren't for him, everything would be safe, many people would still be happy, many tragedies never happened, but unfortunately, there was never anything in this world......

Catherine's hand slowly let go, she withdrew her hand, and watched Valentine stumble away with bread in her arms, she knew that even if she killed him now, it would be useless, she didn't want to kill for all this, everything was settled.

She silently turned around and came to the crying girl, gently hugged her shoulders and comforted: "Don't be sad, tell me where you bought the bread, and I'll help you buy another one to take home." ”

She went with the girl to the bakery, bought one for the girl as it was, and escorted her home, and after being separated from the girl, she went back to the bakery, bought two loaves of bread and returned to Goethe's side.

By this time Goethe had finished eating two apples, shrunk in the corner of the wall and fell asleep wrapped in a black cloak, Catherine put the bread under his black cloak, and then got up lightly and left.

A few days later, Catherine and Monica arrived at the fishing village where they met Rogge, and it was late at night, and the fishing village was peaceful and quiet, with waves crashing on the beach and a salty sea breeze blowing past Catherine, bringing her memories back to half a year ago.

She came to the place where she had been captured by the priests as a witch, but there was no trace of the original one, and she tried to find the stake where she had almost been burned in public, only to find that it had been torn down into an open space, and the stake had long since disappeared.

The village chief's house had changed owners, but the village tavern was still bustling, and Catherine paused at the door of the tavern to hear a loud conversation of drunken people coming from inside, and the words of one of them caught her attention.

"Have you heard?" said a half-drunk fisherman to the people around him, "Not long ago, when the new occupants of the village chief's house were cleaning the village chief's house, they found the 'v' character written on the wall in the village chief's blood, and it is said that the word was once covered by the village chief's body with his hands, and it must have been written by the village chief. ”

"This is nothing new. The other fisherman replied dismissively.

"You are stupid," the half-drunk fisherman glared at him and said, "Originally, it was said that the village chief wrote that V to point out that the murderer was a vampire, but I heard that everything that happened to the village chief's house was related to the destruction of the imperial capital!"

"What do you want to say?" The other fishermen became nervous after hearing this, and looked carefully outside the tavern door, Catherine leaned against the wall to hide her figure, and heard the half-drunk fisherman continue: "I heard that the destruction of the imperial capital and the resurrection of the vampire king are related to the Holy Emperor, and the name of the Holy Emperor ......"

"Valentine!" exclaimed a responsive fisherman.

"Yes, Valentine, you can spell it right?" the half-drunk fisherman wrote crookedly on the table with his finger, "Valentinus, the first letter is exactly V! Is this just a coincidence?"

A few fishermen muttered, some agreed, others thought it was nonsense, and Catherine listened outside the door as she reflected on the situation, and she couldn't tell which of them was right, but she preferred to believe that it was not a coincidence.

"If we had really thought about that at the time, maybe things would have been different. She muttered to herself, turned and quietly left the tavern.

Walking along the beach, Catherine came to the cave where she met Tali, the cave was empty, and the secret passage to the village chief's house was still there, but Catherine did not cross it again, but quietly left.

She came to the abandoned lighthouse on the cliff by the sea, and stood on the platform at the top of the tower and looked out to the endless sea, a few dark clouds gathered on the skyline, and a new storm seemed to be forming.

"Baby, do you know what a witcher does?" Rogge's voice suddenly sounded in her ears, Catherine's heart moved and looked behind her, but there was only a vast darkness in front of her, she silently turned her head and heard Rogge's voice in her ears again: "We are nosy!"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, when she first met him and heard these words, she would never have thought about what she had experienced, she looked down and silently touched the silver handcuff that Rogge had given her, a touch of silver reflected the snowy moonlight into her eyes.

Catherine put the silver handcuff back in the holster, looked out at the sea and said to the little flower spirit on her shoulder: "Monica, it's all over, but it's all starting again, this is the beginning of ours, the beginning of the lone wolf......"

Monica nodded vigorously in agreement, and looked at Catherine expectantly, the girl turned back slightly and smiled at her, and the two turned away from the cliffs on the coast, and disappeared into the night with the sound of the tide......