The morning light of the Southern Continent was surprisingly cool, and the light as hazy as a white mist dragged the consciousness of Margaret to the bottom like a half-dreaming thought.

It was as if she had returned to her homeland, to the war-torn Paris, to the day she would remember in 1944.

"Strip her naked!

”

"They're traitors, traitors!

”

"Shave their hair!"

In the dim morning light, above the devastation left by the war, everyone stood in the streets of Paris, the pearl of French glory, as if forming a procession, these French people, who had been oppressed by the German iron hoof for the past few years, finally waited for the day of victory.

In the year 1944, the German garrison in Paris von Fergu. Scholtitz had surrendered to the Allies, and they had finally expelled the fascist beast from the territory of free romance, a glorious task that had not been accomplished four years earlier by their great "First Army in Europe".

But even this is certainly not enough, and during the years of oppression, of course, they still remember how the shameless French spies flattered the Germans with snobbery, and how the moths who clinged to the flames maintained a bloody romance in this Vanity Fair.

They want to liquidate this group of damned spies, and to take back the dignity they have gained through flattery and bowing, which is the first step for the great French nation to stand up.

In the cool morning light, there was a restless tumult outside, as if the restless anger in the hearts of the people had been completely concretized, like a wild beast roaring to the sky, about to swallow Paris completely.

"Marguerite René, I testify that she has spent the last few years selling her flesh to gain glory and wealth, that she is a true traitor, and that she deserves to be reckoned with and dragged into this disgraceful ranks!"

"Yes, she is very good-looking, very popular with a German officer, I can testify!"

"So, then I have to ask her to come out and talk..."

"Open the door! Open the door! ”

"Winter! Winter! Winter! ”

The hustle and bustle outside the street was unknown, and at the door of a room on the second floor, a blonde lady with a headscarf was crouching down, she gasped and glanced at the noise outside, her expression seemed to be a little bitter, facing the violent knock outside, Margaret crouched down and looked at her daughter in front of her.

Like herself, she had long blond hair, but her eyes were full of trembling and fear at the moment, and she seemed to be terrified of the commotion outside.

Seeing this, Margaret immediately pursed her lips, she lowered her head and stuffed a doll next to her into the little girl's hand, and then she anxiously pointed to the bedroom and whispered to the little girl,

"Matilda, take the toy and go into the bedroom, don't come out. Don't move if someone comes in, and don't speak German, okay? ”

“... Mom, is this a toy that Uncle Schneider gave me? ”

Margaret was slightly stunned, then pondered for a moment before nodding and saying,

“... Yes. ”

"What about Uncle Schneider?"

"He's going back to Germany, obedient, okay, go back to the bedroom."

"Why don't we go with him, I heard what Uncle Schneider said to you before, and he wants you to leave with him..."

"We're French, baby. Your father, grandfather, mother's father are all French, we are French..."

Margaret lowered her head as she spoke, she suddenly thought of her husband who left four years ago and couldn't come back, her eyes became redder and redder, obviously Margaret had said these words so many times in her heart, but for some reason, she couldn't do it just by repeating it to the daughter in front of her at this moment.

"I don't understand, Mom."

"Winter! Winter! Winter! ”

"Margaret! Open the door! ”

Margaret glanced back at the door, then kissed Matilda on the forehead, and then pushed her and the doll into the bedroom.

"You'll get it later, baby."

Margaret gasped for a moment as the door closed, and then she adjusted her expression, as if she was a little panicked by the people outside the door.

But after a moment of silence, she walked slowly to the door and pushed it open.

No one listened to her, for she was soon pulled by her clothes and hair by the enraged crowd, and she was pushed and pulled out of her house and into the procession outside.

"Kill that spy!"

"Bang! Bang! ”

The city was full of people, and Margaret's mind went blank with the roars around her, the screams in the distance, and the sound of gunshots and executions almost as she was pushed and shoved to stand with many other women who had been identified as "forensic traitors," and were escorted by many of them to the other side of the street.

The splendid costumes, gold, silver, and jewels that the women had received from their enemies and superiors during the Vichy period, and the German occupation, were now torn clean by the enraged populace, and their clothes were slightly torn, and they walked in the procession in a daze, hiding from the angry eyes of those around them.

Margaret was of course among them, but she was more panicked and uneasy, and she wanted to say something, but the voice around her was so loud that no one could hear her, not even the women around her.

They were soon taken to an overcrowded square, where tens of thousands of onlookers appeared, and there seemed to be undried blood on the ground and bodies dragged away.

When a man is found guilty of a fornication, he is shot by his compatriots; Women are obviously lucky to have their hair cut off, their clothes stripped and dragged through the streets of Paris in the most humiliating form, insulted and trampled on by onlookers.

Margaret was pressed in front of the inquisitors in a daze, along with the same women who had been declared to bow to the Germans.

"Marguerite René, you have been reported to have had intimate relations with Germans in the past four years, and in this way you have taken advantage to the detriment of your compatriots, do you plead guilty?"

"I... I didn't..."

Margaret lowered her head, her brain turned white, and she only fell to her knees in humiliation, allowing her eyes and various objects to be thrown at her like knives and stabs. The people had long been dissatisfied with the glamorous French women who sang and sang night in the occupied area, and they loved the powerful and had no French temperament to do such ugly things.

"You're lying! We saw it with our own eyes! There's a German officer with you! You're lying! ”

"That's right! You're damned! ”

Margaret seemed to have been poked in the sore spot all at once, she bit her lip and lowered her head, her face was frighteningly pale,

"I... My baby... There is no food to eat... My husband went to join the army and he didn't come back... I didn't... betrayal of France..."

"You're a shame on your husband!"

"You're a slut!"

"Hum..."

Margaret's brain turned white, and even the blue hole shrunk, and this sentence almost caused her heart to go into arrest and make her want to die here. But at the thought of the children in the house, she still gasped for breath, and her head drooped weakly, and she couldn't even say a word.

Of course, this look is more like a reluctant confession.

The inquisitor was silent for a moment, then said to the person next to him,

"Shave her hair and take her to the parade!"

Margaret was forcefully grabbed by the long golden hair that peeked from her turban, and the "executioners" violently skimmed her head with scissors, harvesting the long golden hair stubble after stubble like wheat harvesting.

"Katsa! Katsa! ”

Of course, there were some jagged and uncut hair, but the executioners were not as gentle as the barbers of later generations, they only pulled the hair from the scalp like a seedling.

Margaret burst into tears, and the unprecedented sense of shame made Margaret feel more and more desperate, but even so, she still lowered her head without saying a word, and endured such an embarrassing gesture.

But when the others began to tug at her clothes, she finally began to struggle impatiently, but of course such a slender body could not withstand the strength of the group of thugs around her, and she was almost easily turned on her defenses, followed by a flurry of punches and kicks that made her give up resistance completely.

"Stop, stop!"

"Stop, stop!"

"I'm Belén Ael, stop! This lady's husband is my former comrade-in-arms, she is not a traitor! Stop it! ”

Just as Margaret was curled up on the ground, an anxious cry from the side finally came, and the executioner next to her dispersed when he heard this, revealing the young man in the officer's uniform on the periphery of the crowd.

"Her husband is my former comrade-in-arms, Ermano Baylor! Her last name is still Baylor! ”

The soldier burst into the execution ground with his gun in hand, and wheezed and trotted all the way to the crowd, squeezing through the people in front of him little by little, and came to the side of the extremely embarrassed Margaret.

But even he was a little indescribable when he saw the trembling blonde hair on the ground again, and there were only strands of beautiful blonde hair on his head.

But soon Belen adjusted, gritted his teeth and came to Margaret's side, looking at the judge next to him, but in reality there were too many people to be executed, and the march and the noise were like people venting their resentment for four years.

When the executioners next to him saw that an officer had come to bail, they also dispersed and walked to another place where the criminal law raped the woman.

And Belen finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, he hurriedly lowered his body and stretched out his hand to Margaret, he said,

"Mrs. Baylor, are you alright?"

“......”

Margaret covered her body and looked at each other with some trembling, but she only felt that the person in front of her was unfamiliar, and she didn't murmur until a long time later,

"Belen?"

“... It's me. ”

Belen smiled bitterly, looked at the turbulent square around him, he stuffed the gun in his hand into the gun bag, and then dragged Margaret, who was still in place, and walked quickly to the direction of the periphery,

"It's not safe here, let's get out of here first."

“......”

Margaret let Belen drag her out of here in a daze, and the intimidation of what had just happened to her was not ordinary, and she was a little distracted by it.

But soon, as if she had thought of something, she looked in the direction of her home.

"Belém... I want to go home..."

“... Yes, ma'am. But you can take a break first, you're not in the right place. And it's still there... Liquidate, maybe it's better to wait until it's quieter over there and then go back. I haven't seen you in a long time and wanted to talk to you about something... About your husband Ermano. ”

Margaret was carried away trembling by Belén from the execution ground, the smell of blood around her, the gazes of the people around her hairless head made her feel terrified and made her feel hopeless, so she hid behind Belén with some fear, and followed him to a quiet place: a street corner that had long been liquidated.

"Madam, I wanted to come to you before, but you are no longer where you lived, and if I hadn't heard the voice of my colleague, I wouldn't have known..."

As they sat down, Belen looked at the embarrassed appearance of the woman in front of him, and seemed a little speechless.

Margaret was also slightly stunned when she heard this, and then she also lowered her head and said,

"I don't know what to do since I haven't heard from Elmano... The family was in a difficult situation at the time, and I had no means to earn a living, but our daughter needed food. I had previously gone to work in a hotel owned by Germans, where I met a German who was... Gave me a little help, but... But not what I asked for! ”

In the end, Margaret seemed to be afraid that Belen would misunderstand, so she hurriedly said this with some excitement.

Belen blinked when he heard this, and then smiled bitterly,

"No need to explain, ma'am, I understand, he's after you. At that time, we surrendered too quickly, and many people did not want to go to war, and it is understandable that we have fallen to this point today, but you and Ermanor are very good people... You know, a lot of people in what happened today will be wronged, or over-sentenced, and as long as you survive, I have an explanation for Ermanor. ”

Margaret's dead eyes finally flashed a little hope after hearing this, and she looked up at Belen in disbelief and asked,

"Is Ermanor still alive?"

"Alive? Oh no... He..."

The light in Margaret's eyes dimmed a little, and then she lowered her head in a daze,

"So, he died in the war with the Germans? But I don't know... I've moved to Paris, maybe there's news back home... I... It's been a long time..."

Belen's already hesitant words were a little stuck, but after a moment of silence, he still said,

"Ermano, he... Probably killed by British artillery, because of that damn 'Ballista Operation'. Of course, it's just possible. But I heard that he was on the Brittany, and the British were afraid that the navy would be controlled by the Germans, so..."

Margaret just stared blankly at the officer in front of her, and everything in the past, everything in the past came to mind.

Elmanor thought it was unlikely that the Navy would be involved in the battle, so he let his wife leave the war zone with the children and move to Paris first, but because of this, she missed the news and notifications for four years, and also made Margaret so late to find out the news.

"League... Ally? Why..."

“... We were allies before surrendering. ”

Belen lit a cigarette, then leaned against the wall of the street, pausing for a long time before he spoke.

The little spark in Margaret's eyes was extinguished little by little, and she bowed her head like a walking corpse, and sat with Belen on this messy, ruin-like street.

The shouts and marches in the distance faded away little by little, and when the cold atmosphere around them seemed to be below zero degrees had never recovered, Margaret said in a daze,

"I... I'm going home. ”

"I'll send you back, ma'am."

Belen glanced sympathetically at the haggard woman beside him, then put on the general's hat, snuffed out the cigarette he was holding, and said,

"There will be people who take advantage of the chaos to steal during the liquidation, and I am here to prevent this from happening, so that it will be safer to go back with you, and I can also meet Ermanor's daughter by the way, we made an appointment before... By the way, don't go out again when you get back, I'll say hello to the others..."

Margaret only walked in front in a daze, and Belen said so much without a response, he couldn't help but look at her back, as if he wanted to say some words of comfort, but he couldn't say it for a long time.

He seemed to remember how he had bragged about his wife when he had met Ermanno before.

Ermano said that his wife had beautiful blonde hair, read the classics, and could write poetry; Gentle and beautiful, it is simply the dream lover of all romantic Frenchmen.

They walked silently back to the neighborhood where Margaret lived, and in her brisk, seemingly worried, steps, Belen was the first to see an open door, and the clutter of rooms within.

Among them, in the open bedroom, a pool of bright red blood is constantly escaping.

“......”

Margaret's back froze silently, and in Belen's sight, motionless like a statue, just looking in the direction of the bedroom...

She was as beautiful as Ermano described, even though she was shaved at this point.

But perhaps, she is no longer romantic.

......

......

"Buzz..."

The cool morning light continued to escape along the sky of the southern continent, making today's weather fresh and cool, and waking up the blonde beauty curled up in bed and sleeping.

Her blonde hair spread out on the wide bed like a waterfall, and a pair of blank, blue-eyed children who seemed to be in a daze remained motionless, staring at the rows of rudimentary buildings beyond the tower.

In the residential area that was established in just half a year, there were all kinds of subhuman races or human beings, including many special species of the Tree Continent, and they were all subhuman inhabitants brought back by Chunbo from thousands of miles away.

If you look closely, there are already tens of thousands of people here, and there is a faint hint of prosperity.

Margaret stared blankly at everything in front of her, and did not move her body for a long time, but from time to time there flashed golden light like waves in the towering tower behind her.

That is, the light of fate.

"Margaret..."

Behind her, a warm voice came, waking Margaret from her daze.

She turned her head and saw Tsubaki coming up the stairs to the top of the tower.

"Tsubaki."

Tsubaki glanced at the dark pool of unknown depth in the center of the tower, which had turned black, and the golden light of fate escaped from it.

Soon, he withdrew his gaze and said to Margaret,

"It's an outsider from the realm, it's Fisher and those who have been transferred before..."

"I knew, I knew it for a long time."

Margaret sat up slowly, looked at the dark and cold sky in the distance, and then whispered,

"Let them in."