The light is struggling to tear through the darkness!

But the darkness still looms over the abandoned island.

Except for the faint, translucent, hopeful light.

……

"What are you looking at?"

"Pierce the barrier of the goddess of the night, the radiance of all beings, and the streamer of light."

Under the curtain raised, a young man stood still, his thin body small and pale under the tall vertical arch.

The boy's skin was very white, so white that there was not a trace of blood.

Xiujing's face has begun to become thin, as if the boy wants to make himself more manly.

A white-washed but clean tunic shook in the cold wind, and a few small holes were faintly visible in the breeches, but fortunately, the upper body was still covered with a half-cut fur coat.

The boy stared at the faint golden rays floating in the distance, and his dark blue pupils seemed to reflect a blazing golden flame.

The girl tilted her head slightly, standing on the same side as the boy, receiving a light ten thousand times purer than that of an oil lamp.

Half a day.

The boy had come back to his senses, and his eyes had already been set on the girl who was standing silently.

The oil lamp and the faint golden light reflected each other, and in the haze, the girl was dressed in a cumbersome white tights, the top was close to the body, and the wide skirt below was nowhere to be seen, as if it was cut by the owner because of the trouble.

The corset perfectly sets off the girl's upper body.

The willow waist of Yingying's hand, slightly green but ready to burst out, the delicate collarbone is unscrupulously displayed in front of everyone's eyes, the tender white skin adds a touch of gold, only the silver moonlight dyes it with a hazy coating.

The girl's long hair was casually combed a few times and then placed behind her, and the strands of her ears were tied with hairpins, without heavy and glorious gem settings.

In the eyes of the princesses, ladies and ladies in the papal chamber, the maiden was undoubtedly unsociable, without a collage of wide dresses, no garland-like headdresses, no hair that took half a minute to carefully fiddle with, and no flourishing decoration that represented status, and the whole body revealed casualness.

But in the eyes of the teenager, there is a kind of beauty that rebels against the world.

The calves exposed to the air are tense, the corset is tied up, and the girl's head never goes down, like a haughty white swan, standing out from the ugly and complacent flock of chickens.

The girl finally stopped staring at the streamer that had accompanied her for nineteen years, how familiar he was with her, but in the company of the boy today, the familiarity was mixed with a touch of soothing tenderness.

"What's the matter, Miss Berlier, I don't think you're here to have a relationship with me, let alone to let those bloodsuckers taste your delicious taste."

The boy was the first to speak, his tone was flat, and he didn't seem to care about the girl's identity.

The girl was not stimulated by the young man's unserious words, but chuckled: "There is no need to be so vigilant, Xiaonuo, you also know that I am your half-sister, and I am here to visit you." ”

The young man's tone remained unchanged: "Thank you for your care, Miss Beriel, you can call me Mr. Beriel, but since I am in a place abandoned by the sun god, even if you call me a prisoner, I will accept it, but it is a pity that you and I are not favored by the gods at this moment." ”

The girl is very tall, and even if she wears flat shoes, she is half a head taller than the boy.

The girl gently stroked the boy's head, interacting warmly like an ordinary brother and sister.

"Arnold, I discovered you by accident when you lived in secret in the back garden of the Papal Hall seven years ago. I asked my father who you were, and he gladly told me that you were my wandering brother, but told me not to tell anyone else. In fact, I have been with you for a long time, I know that you like to eat ordinary black bread and wild vegetables, and I also know that you are your father's behind-the-scenes butler, in charge of the paperwork of the Papal Chamber, and handling the trivial matters of the Papal States. ”

The girl said no more, and gently removed her small white hand.

The boy stopped talking, and he walked silently to the gate of the tall and majestic manor in front of him.

"Come in and sit down, Tie."

The corners of the girl's mouth curled, and the wooden shoes left a "stamping" sound on the ground.

……

"Is there something you came to me for?

The teenager repeated the question he had asked not long ago.

They sat in a living room in the manor, decorated with splendid gold, hundreds of oil lamps that seemed to never burn, and on the walls hung oil paintings by unknown masters, framed and engraved all around, and reflected in crystal chandeliers.

The girl propped her chin and rested her hands on her thighs, without the solemnity of a noble girl: "I just came to see you." ”

The boy nodded silently, his dark blue pupils taking on something else.

"Why?"

The boy continued to ask.

"Maybe I'm the only one in the world who understands you, my dear brother. You are my father's illegitimate son, and I am my father's illegitimate daughter. My father said that you were a wise boy and a cruel beast, and he told me a lot about you, only on the night you came, but only on that night. ”

The girl's complexion was covered with tenderness.

"Father is a ruler."

"Yes, he likes to rule all."

"So, you're trying to escape?"

The young man sat upright, his right hand holding his left fist, his fingers constantly rubbing the phalanges at the top of his palm, and his tone was straightforward and penetrating, not invaded by emotion.

"You are exactly the same as your father when you are determined."

The girl watched the boy's movements and chuckled like a wreath of silver bells.

The boy stopped, his palms spread.

"Really? I'm disgusted by that. ”

The girl didn't seem to hear this, but picked up the previous conversation by herself: "Yes, I want to escape, from the moment I have the consciousness of independent thinking, I have been planning to escape, but ......"

"Father is a ruler."

The boy helped the girl complete the second half of the sentence.

The girl nodded silently.

The scene froze for a moment.

"I'll help you, get out of here."

The girl broke the deadlock, her tone stiff, and her words were full of tough determination.

The boy heard it: "Are you using dry strength to hide your cowardice?" ”

The girl's willow eyebrows raised: "The people of the Berliel family never take in cowards who bow their heads. ”

"So you still want to escape?"

The boy pressed tightly, and the roles of the two sides were reversed, as if a confident police officer was interrogating an uncertain prisoner.

The girl was silent, but her eyes were fixed on the boy, and the royal blue and dark blue pupils collided, as if there was a magical magic that sucked the two sides into a realm.

"I could be a member of the House of Buriel, but I would not be Jean's slave."

"Slave?"

"The closer you are to Jean, the more you should know our place for him."

The young man subconsciously put his hands together, and immediately reacted, half-forking his hands against his front knees.

"It's going to be a collaboration."

The girl was a little disappointed, but still smiled.

"Father didn't tell me about your past, I think one day you will take the initiative to confide in me."

The boy didn't reply.

The girl no longer pursued the topic deeply.

"In that case, we need to have a plan."

The boy returned to his seat, indicating that he was listening.

The girl thought for a moment and slowly spoke: "Now my identity is that of the Inspectorate, as a direct official of the Pope's Hall, I have enough supervision power over the local governor, and my identity should be enough for them to give me more information in some aspects." ”

"But what I need is my follow-up arrangements, the purpose for which I was delivered, or, what use am I."

The teenager pointed out the key nodes.

The girl shook her head helplessly: "The reason why you were sent here is obvious enough, affecting the attention and dissatisfaction of the elders of other factions in the Pope's Hall, and even using you as a bargaining chip to threaten the Berriel family, which may have something to do with your origin, but whether there is a real purpose is unknown." ”

"That's what you need to know! Just because you don't know where to start doesn't mean you can't find it anywhere. ”

The boy's voice grew louder.

The girl nodded obediently, not daring to say anything.

As if realizing his gaffe, the young man leaned over slightly and adjusted his tone: "I'm sorry, I'm out of shape, if you really can't do it, you can take the initiative." ”

The slightly gentle voice is like a March spring breeze blowing by.

Was that the tone he was supposed to have?

Maybe he didn't need to bear this, he didn't need to sit at his desk and frown at the provocative trivial matters of the children of the aristocracy, he didn't need to draw countless financial statements, he didn't need to think about dividing the party forces of the Holy See all night, he didn't need to wake up in a cold sweat before the morning came, and he didn't need to gnaw on black bread that didn't belong to his identity.

Destiny is predestined.

But the girl never believed in nothingness, and "Moira" was an excuse for the self-absorption of an incompetent coward in his eyes.

"I'll take care of everything."

The girl no longer pretends to be tough, her voice is soft, but full of confidence.

The boy stood up and walked out of the manor.

"I believe you, the people of House Berlir never break their word."

……

The golden light floated on the dim oil lamp, and the white flowers bloomed in the corner, bringing out the gloom.

"Arnold, we'll meet again."

The girl suddenly became playful, like a busy older sister waving goodbye to her reluctant brother.

"Wait a minute...... Ti, what is this place? ”

The boy hesitated.

The girl was a little surprised, paused, turned around and said solemnly: "This is Prison Island." ”

Prison Island.

It is both a prison.

Also...... Hell.