Edward had a long, long dream.

Some people say that dreams are real. Everything that happens in your dreams is something you have done or will do.

Dreams are reality.

In your dreams, you can learn about a different version of yourself, one who will appear anywhere in the world, meet people you know or strangers you have only met once, and then start a different and wonderful journey with them.

Those may never have happened, those may be about to happen in the future, and whatever the answer is, eventually, will be forgotten.

That's the dream.

In the dream, Edward saw a sight he had never seen before. He finally understood everything—the cause of his amnesia, Amilia's intentions, the past that Night never wanted to talk about, the murderer of Vivette, and the truth of the whole affair.

In the dream, all the mysteries were revealed, and he was eager to shout the truth out loud to everyone, because he knew that when he woke up, all the memories would be forgotten by him again.

In the dream, he saw a woman.

The woman who accompanied him was expressionless, just staring straight at him.

They seem to have known each other for a long time, and they seem to have not seen each other for a long time, like old friends who have been reunited for a long time, no need for extra greetings, only silence and tears are the best words.

There is a time to wake up from a dream.

Then the woman left him, disappeared from his world in an inevitable way, and in the end, even the traces of existence were wiped out, and no matter how much he pleaded, it was useless.

He could only kneel on the ground in a decadent manner and shout loudly to himself.

[Protect her, this time]

Edward slowly opened his eyes, and a transparent tear slipped through his thick dark circles.

He forgot about it again.

The glare of the sun evaporated the tears, and Edward lay on the bed, unable to exert any strength.

He took a deep breath and gradually came back to his senses.

"Ahh......h

Is it morning...... Looks like I'm still alive.

Inhaling air from his nasal cavity led him to this conclusion.

"Hmm...... My head hurts. ”

Edward rubbed his face and surveyed the scene around him.

He's lazy in bed.

"Strange, what happened last night?"

One second, he was still struggling on the edge of life and death, but at this moment, he was lying on the bed basking in the sun, and this difference gave him an illusion of unreality.

Yesterday, he was first stabbed in half by the white moon thrown by the night, and then in order to protect Emilia, he was stabbed several times by the night, and after that, he barely supported himself to support the demon king realm, and was cut into a blood gourd with a dagger by the rampaging night, and almost died of excessive blood loss.

It's a miracle that he's still alive now. Thanks to his double Demon King Seal, the Demon King's body was still refined enough, otherwise he would definitely die if he was so seriously injured.

If he had been a human, the corpse would have been cold by now.

Edward thought about it, and it seemed to be the most dangerous thing he had ever seen since he lost his memory.

Enemy of the Night......

This is the first time in his memory that this kind of thing happens. Even in that déjà vu dream, Edward had never had a similar experience.

Now that he thinks about it, he is terrified.

It's really easier to kill him at night than to kill a chicken, and he doesn't have an indestructible holy sword like Emilia, so relying solely on the Demon King Realm will only fall into the dilemma of being passively beaten.

Night's strength was unfathomable, and coupled with the instantaneous Moon Shadow Step, he had no power to fight back in front of Night.

He was gambling.

Although he didn't remember what kind of past he had with Night, he could feel a tacit understanding in Night's body.

He trusted that tacit understanding, so he decided to give it a go and put all the chips on the go.

Night would never really kill him!, he was convinced.

If you win, everyone is happy, and if you lose, everything goes to zero.

This time, he won the bet, and Night finally chose to give up, and he successfully protected the people he cherished, but he did not win the happy ending.

"Are you awake?" Edward asked suddenly.

"Hmm. A voice as clear as a spring answered.

"What about her?" asked Edward casually.

"Gone. ”

"Oh, what about you?"

"I'm leaving, too. Emilia replied softly.

"Oh. "Edward responded weakly.

He lay on the bed, and Emilia lay beside him, her blood-red eyes staring at his, and their lips were only fists apart.

The eyes are facing each other. They snuggled together quietly, you and I said one sentence at a time, and said innocuous dialogues unhurriedly.

Why would they lie together. This kind of question, Edward was too lazy to think about.

The pretty girl in the maid's costume was no longer to be found in the room. The night is gone.

You said you wouldn't leave me, but didn't it end up like this?

Edward grumbled coquettishly.

Actually, this is what he expected. Early in the beginning, he guessed the ending.

In the war between those two women, he could not choose neutrality forever, and there would always be situations that could not be unredeemed even if he sacrificed himself.

So, he inevitably gave up his neutrality and chose his own team, Emilia.

Then, as a matter of course, the other side became the enemy and was pushed to the position that it had to leave.

From the moment the two of them met, one was destined to leave.

The night is gone. It was his own doing.

However, Edward did not regret it. If he was given a chance to do it all over again, he would make the same choice. He will gamble on the true heart of the night, and he will try his best to protect Emilia.

Because, he heard that sentence.

[Protect her, this time]

The moment he woke up, all the things that happened in the dream were completely forgotten, and only this sentence was still remembered by him.

He remembered that Emilia would one day leave him, and he remembered that he would one day regret the people he had lost. That's why the one in the dream will leave him such a sentence - protect her, this time.

This is his entire mission, even if it is to hurt another person he cherishes.

I always feel so selfish......

"Hey. Edward sighed.

"......" was blown on her face by the warm breath, Emilia felt itchy, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, and her body shrank back a little without a trace, as if she wanted to shorten the distance between the two.

"Why don't you speak?" asked Edward

"Is it worth it?" asked Emilia rhetorically.

"What do you mean?"

"Me. Emilia paused, "Is it worth it to be enemies of your enemies and your companions?"

"Hehe, Lord Brave, you are not qualified to accuse me, you are not the same. ”

"What's wrong with me?"

"Have you forgotten?" said Edward with a smile, "in the Everfree Forest, you took me captive and didn't want Audley to kill me, so you punched him away, and yesterday, you were afraid that I would be killed by Arthas, so you almost killed him." ”

“......”

"Is it worth it to be an enemy of your own companion......s in order to protect your enemies? ”

"Self-righteous guy. One day you will understand how stupid you are. ”

"Stupid, Lord Brave, it doesn't seem like it's your turn to say that, right?"

"Cut ......"

"Ahh......h So, what are you going to do?" Edward yawned and changed the subject.

"I said it. I'm going to Alsace and apologize to him. ”

"Okay, that's it. I won't stop you anymore. ”

“...... Why?"

"Anyway, I'll protect you. Edward said with a smile.

“...... Disgusting"

"Huh. Edward smiled heartlessly.

There was nothing wrong with his choice. From the beginning, from the moment he lost his memory, he knew that he had to protect her.

As for the reason...... When, when he returns to that dream, maybe he will understand.

"You're really disgusting. Emilia scoffed at it.

"I ......"

"Enough. Emilia interrupted Edward, "How long do you want to hug?"

"Ah, what?" asked Edward innocently.

"Put your arms around me. Emilia clung to her silver fangs, holding back her anger to keep herself from getting angry.

"Huh?" Edward was even more puzzled.

"Let go of me!" Emilia said angrily.

"Uh......"

Only then did Edward realize that he had been hugging Emilia all along!

"Why?" asked Edward, not understanding.

"Because you're a pervert. I'm going to get dressed!"

"What? Dress, dress, do you say you haven't dressed?"

Edward was taken aback again.

"Nonsense!"

"Uh......"

He stared blankly at Emilia's pretty face, as if he had discovered some terrible secret.

He slowly lowered his head, slowly moving his gaze from Emilia's face to the bottom.

He discovered something terrible.

"No, don't look at it!" Emilia was in a hurry, desperately trying to stop Edward's perverted behavior.

It's just a pity that her method is not wise.

In order to prevent Edward from seeing his ** body, Emilia thrust her delicate body into Edward's arms and clinged to him, as if as long as he did this, he would not be able to see his body.

In this way, Edward had an extra naked[***] naked, shameless idiot woman in his arms.

"Amilia, let me ask you a question. Edward's tone was very serious, his eyes did not squint, and he could be described as sitting still.

"Quick, quick!" Emilia panicked, not daring to move.

"Do you know why we can feel each other's heartbeats so strongly when we hug?" said Edward's eyes were full of tenderness.

He reached out tremblingly, trying to caress Emilia's handsome face.

"Why?"

"Isn't it because of the depth of our love?"

"Nope. Because you're a pervert!"

"Nope. Because you're flat-chested. Edward gave a calm answer.

“...... I'll kill you!"

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