Outside the luxurious arched window lattices, thunder and lightning and torrential rain pour, most people can enjoy an excellent night's sleep in this weather.

However, Duke Easter Midknight tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and after drinking a glass of tranquilizing wine, he finally fell asleep, and the distant past turned into a nightmare and attacked him.

At the beginning of the dream, it was quite sweet.

After that passion, Miss Erin's beautiful body was held tightly in his arms.

From the first sight of her, he knew that he had fallen deeply in love with this otherworldly girl, and completely forgot that the Duchess was still pregnant and waiting for him to return in the palace.

Out of her room, she went downstairs and looked at General Simon, who was still asleep, but fortunately, her friend didn't seem to notice what he was doing.

He lay down, full of mixed feelings, shame made him start to blame himself, but more of a happy feeling, this lightning love affair was not at all about political marriage and family interests, only sincerity - true love, and this is what he lacks most in his noble birth.

The next morning, Miss Erin's eyes had changed visibly when she looked at him, and her golden pupils that shone with light were full of tenderness.

Her farewell gift to the two guests was a little mouse on a wooden plate.

"This little thing is quite spiritual, it will move in the direction of human gathering, you can easily get out of this forest with this plate in your hand." Here's how she describes it.

The Duke reluctantly left the cabin, and before leaving, he secretly left a whole bag of gold coins at Miss Irene's spinning wheel, hoping that it would improve her simple and simple life.

He was secretly determined in his heart that he must come back, find his true love, give her her due name, and let her live a worry-free life, even if she is gossiped about by people.

The little mouse in the wooden plate was as magical as the girl said, and through the guidance of this little thing, the two of them walked out of the forest in a short time, and it turned out that the small wooden house was not far from the outside, but it was a little hidden and difficult to find.

After returning to the Duchy of Valstad, the duke's second son was born, for which he was happy for a long time, and although he did not love his wife, he still respected her as if she were a guest.

He was a hard-working monarch with great ambitions, who liked to be personally involved in all the affairs of the government, and had no time to do what he wanted to do every day.

But he never forgot in his heart that in the depths of a dense forest in the Papal States of Flandia, the beautiful Miss Irene was still lonely and secluded in that little cabin, and perhaps she was still thinking of herself.

Five years later, he finally waited for his chance, and this year, the dignitaries of various countries went to the territory of the Papal States of Flandia to celebrate His Majesty's birthday.

After the birthday feast, the Duke instructed a close attendant military attache to pretend to be himself, lie on the bed and pretend to be sick, while he changed into a civilian costume and slipped out.

He went straight to the forest that had made him think about it, and this time, he had already made up his mind that he must bring Miss Irene back to the Duchy, no matter how much public opinion pressure he was subjected to.

Her image appeared frequently in her dreams, and even though she hadn't seen her for five years, her beautiful face still seemed so familiar, and the passion of that night seemed to have happened yesterday.

He went to the town outside the forest, spread the word in the most luxurious inns in the area, and spent a lot of money to find a guide who knew the location of the forest hut.

At last, a young hunter came to him, who said that he knew the location of the hut, and that Miss Erin, who was in the hut, had helped many lost people, that she had saved her own life, and that he had always wanted to repay the favor by being his guide for free.

Just as they were about to enter the forest, they happened to come across a large group of people returning to the town from the forest.

The Duke was puzzled, and asked the guide beside him, "Why are these people so happy?" ”

"Oh my God!" The young Orion looked panicked, his forehead covered with sweat.

"What's wrong? Who are they? ”

Orion explained to him: "These are a group of fanatical supporters of the Templar Church, calling themselves the Inquisition, who search for heretics in the Papal States and punish them with cruelty, and what they do is so cruel that even His Majesty the Pope himself cannot stand it and declare them an illegal organization."

"It doesn't sound special, this kind of organization is everywhere, and the same is true of the principality, and it is difficult to completely eradicate it. Why the hell are you so nervous? ”

"Honorable sir, you do not know what is going on with us here, and the reclusive young lady of whom you speak is called the Witch of the Woods to us.

In our Papal States, marvelous phenomena that have not been approved by the Commission for Miraculous Phenomena are called witchcraft, and the men who perform witchcraft are called male witches and women are called witches.

That Miss Irene would cast some ancient spells, and I was one of those who was brought back to life. Due to the recent spread of her deeds, people began to call her the 'Witch of the Woods'.

Now, these infamous Inquisitors have just returned from the woods, and to them, Miss Irene is not a respectable witch, just a heretical witch waiting to be liquidated, so now I'm worried about Miss Erin's safety! ”

"Oh my God, let's hurry up!"

The two of them did not stop halfway, and finally arrived at the cabin before dark.

The door was open, and an ominous premonition arose.

Orion said to him: "I keep a guard outside the gate to prevent them from returning, and these people often turn back. Go in and see the Witch. ”

The Duke rushed eagerly into the cabin, and the sight broke his heart.

The glass bottles and clay pots on the wooden shelves were shattered, and the scrolls on the desks were thrown into the bonfires and burned.

Miss Irene collapsed beside her spinning wheel, badly stabbed to her abdomen and limbs, and her shirt soaked with blue blood.

The Duke pounced and knelt beside her, but fortunately, she was breathing evenly and her eyes were firm, and she didn't look like she was worried about her life.

"Oh, your majesty, you are here, and I beg your pardon for being inhospitable, I ...... Can't stand up. She said faintly, a pair of golden eyes looking at her tenderly.

The Duke cried like a child, and snot and tears poured out: "Miss Irene, I'm sorry I'm late. I'll carry you out of here, and we'll go find the best doctor in town. ”

"Your Majesty, don't move my body...... I'd be ...... that way Pain. ”

Seeing her painful expression, the Duke stopped his hand and said, "You...... Never told me! You have the blood of the gods! Are you a demigod? I thought Blue Blood was just a legend. ”

But she diverted the topic: "Your Majesty, you came just in time, I will show you something beautiful."

Hey, little elk, come out, it's safe now, come out to meet your father! ”

"Father?" The Duke froze in surprise.

A little girl pushed open a partition under the floor and timidly crawled out.

Seeing the girl's appearance, the duke's blood instantly surged, and he was dizzy.

She has the characteristics of the Midknights, gray hair and gray eyes, and her appearance is a combination of herself and Miss Irene.

"Could she be...... Oh, my God...... That night five years ago......"

"Yes, Your Majesty, your sowing has borne fruit, and I have given her the nickname 'Little Elk', which has not yet been officially named. Because, I think, that's a father's right. ”

The Duke hugged the little girl tightly, and the poor child was visibly frightened.

"I ...... I'm sorry for you, Miss Irene, it's been so long to come. I'm going to take you back to my country and give you and this child their rightful place!"

Hold back the pain, I'll carry you away! ”

"Oh, Your Majesty, it's too late. I'm sorry I lied to you for so long, Erin isn't my real name. I'm too weak to speak out loud, so please come to my lips. ”

She looked into the duke's ear and said faintly: "Your Majesty, my real name is 'Salantos', an ancient demigod name, I have never told anyone else, except you, because you are my only love......"

At this moment, the Orion outside the house shouted, "Oh no! The Inquisitors have returned with torches, and there are so many! Sir, take the witch, we need to run!" ”

As soon as Orion's words fell, several gunshots rang out, followed by the sound of someone falling to the ground.

"It seems that they are going to give me a ride, Your Majesty, but you can't be implicated."

The witch took off the collar around her neck and handed it to the duke.

"Put this collar away, wait for the little elk to grow up, put it on for her, be careful, it is sealed with ancient magic, driven by the life energy of the gods, and it is one of the most powerful magic weapons in the world.

This child will inherit some of my memories, and trust me, she will use this power wisely. ”

Then she began to chant the ancient incantation.

The Duke is engulfed by an unknown power, as if he has entered some otherworldly space, an invisible wall separating him and the little girl from the real world.

(This is ...... Magic? He thought.

She smiled and said to him contentedly, "Promise me, Your Majesty, to take care of the little elk."

Actually, I'm not a witch, I'm a solitary scholar, I have never done anything evil in my life, and I am kind to others, and in the end...... But it ended up like this.

Please remember my real name, remember me, I was in this world.

Goodbye, my dear! ”

The Duke's eyes were bloodshot with rage, but the invisible wall was so strong that he and his daughter could only watch the witch's death.

The Inquisition team broke into the hut, and they seemed to lose sight of a father and daughter isolated in the Atlas.

A fanatical believer in ancient plate armor shouted, "O wicked witch of the woods! Your presence is a blasphemy against the gods, and I hereby solemnly declare that you will be burned at the stake! ”

The mad believers swarmed up and violently pulled the witch up, tied her to a cross, and fastened her to the center of the house.

A strong man kicked her spinning wheel and scolded, "Damn the witch! You will burn with this wicked, rancid abode and go to Hell! ”

The flames engulfed the entire cottage, and the Duke held his daughter, who was unaffected and could not do anything. I could only watch as the witch and her house burned.

In the orange flames, she smiled and accepted the fate of death.

First the beautiful silver hair, then the clothes and skin, and finally, even the golden eyes were on fire.

At this moment the Duke awoke from his dream, his mouth dry and his whole body trembling.

Although he was out of the nightmare, the flames in the dream seemed to penetrate the reality and burn into his heart.

Outside the lattice, lightning struck the earth mercilessly, and the torrential rain washed away the dust in the palace courtyard.

Duke Easter Midknight rose wearily and stood in silence at the window all night.