Night is a woman, Edward likes Night, and Edward says he likes Emilia.

Summing up the above, Emilia came to a conclusion - she was a woman, just like Night.

"It's ridiculous...... Edward couldn't help but laugh after being punched in vain, "but it's your style." ”

When falling into the abyss of despair, everyone has a plan for self-redemption.

That solution may be self-deception, blind worship, or outright self-defeating. As for Edward...... The heartless non-human is off the agenda.

Amilia's choice was to grasp the only straw that allowed her to stop falling.

In this way, Emilia was left with one last thing to believe in, her last straw - a woman, not a man.

It seems to work. After some tossing, Emilia's expression was much soothed, and she was no longer as stiff as she had been at the beginning, and she hid under the covers with tears in her eyes, her arms around her knees, as pitiful as a little baby waiting to be fed.

Now, Edward finally had a chance to get things straight.

"Hey, Lord Brave, are you back to normal?"

Edward sighed, rubbed his injured stomach with the salty pig hand that he had tasted just now, looked at the remaining tooth marks on his wrist with palpitations, and asked depressedly.

was bitten and punched, in exchange for the relief of learning that the seedling had grown up, did he lose or earn?

I think I've earned it, right...... After all, there aren't many such opportunities.

"Well, hug, sorry. ”

Dragged into the abyss by despair, Emilia finally returned to the real world, she pulled the quilt and sat up, looked at Edward very ashamedly, and apologized quietly.

She didn't understand why she was apologizing, so let's apologize first......

"So, let's have a good talk. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Let's start with ......"

Edward sighed as he spoke.

Actually, he didn't want to talk about it now. For Emilia, that must have been cruel.

It's a pity that he had to......

"As I remember, my mother was Vilvet. ”

Out of nowhere, Emilia found a purple heart-shaped hairpin. She stared blankly at the hairpin and told her story.

She vaguely remembered what had happened in the past.

When she was a child, Vilvette was often by her side, going with her to the forest. At that time, she was still very naughty and often got into trouble, but Vilvette never blamed her, and every time she just gently touched her head with a gentle smile and helped her solve her troubles.

When she was a child, she liked to fight very much, and she didn't look like a girl, but Vilvette still followed her, spoiled her, let her mess around, and occasionally taught her some swordsmanship.

For Vivette, Emilia is not only grateful, but more fully dependent. It was Vilvette who gave her life, and it was Vilvette who taught her how good life is.

If Vilvette had been alive, she would have been a lovable, lively girl, not a cold, impersonal war machine, as she is now.

She will never forget what happened that night.

Night of the Red Rose.

"Wait. ”

Edward interrupted her softly,

"Huh?"

"If you don't want to say it, you can not say it. Well...... I'm not going to force you. Edward looked away casually, pretending to be casual.

"Are you taking pity on me?"

"It's not. ”

"Thank you. But I'm not that vulnerable, though. Emilia said with a frown.

"Are you sure?" Edward raised an eyebrow, "Who ran to my bed for some reason just now, and tried to tempt me with ** and beg me for pleasure......"

"B-what are you talking about?" Emilia's face flushed.

"Well, I'm glad I didn't let that cunning guy get his way. Want to seduce me?" As he spoke, Edward unconsciously shifted his gaze to Emilia's chest, "Hmm...... It's true that you've grown a lot, but ...... Hmph, you're a hundred years early. ”

"I'll kill you!"

Emilia was so angry that she jumped to her feet in a hurry, the only thing she wanted to do now was to kill people!

"I warn you, don't come......! Oops, it hurts, it hurts...... Why are you biting me again? Are you a human or a dog?"

"Die!"

Whoa.

"Alright, okay, don't make a fuss. I said, don't make a fuss!"

"Perverted!"

"Oops......"

“......”

In the middle of the night, it was silent, but strange and untimely sounds sounded in the room, and moans and cries for help came through the walls, making the people who had not yet fallen asleep think about it.

After a long while, the sound gradually faded away.

Under the candlelight, the man and woman were ragged and exhausted, panting for breath, while looking at each other "affectionately", as if they were still unsatisfied with the event that had just ended.

"Hey, you're enough, right?" Edward drooped his eyelids and touched the countless bloody tooth marks on his arm in distress.

“......”

"Go on, I'll listen. Hey, it hurts......"

"......," Emilia said.

She always felt as if she had grabbed something and let it go.

After making such a fuss with Edward, her mood has improved a lot, and now she seems to be able to stop talking about those sad pasts.

What happened in the past can't be changed, and humans can't go back in time, right?

Night of the Red Rose.

That night, as usual, she and her mother stayed in the house, arguing over who ate more at dinner.

She vaguely remembered that they had eaten roast pig that day, and at dinner, she had taken advantage of Vivette's inattention to steal a glass of wine, but before Vilvette could reprimand her, she was taught a lesson by the hot liquor, and almost threw up at the dinner table.

"So, that's when you practiced the skill of not getting drunk in a thousand cups?"

"Maybe......" Emilia grinned.

If she could, she wouldn't be naughty enough to steal a drink to make her mother sad.

No one could have predicted that would happen...... Like a thunderbolt from the blue, the bloodthirsty demons rushed into Central City and began to massacre civilians who were powerless to resist.

Outside, screams and killings were heard incessantly, and the originally quiet and peaceful night turned into a hell of despair in an instant.

"......" Edward took a deep breath.

"Please don't look at me with that kind of pity. ”

"Yes, at your disposal, my dear Lord Brave. ”

“......”

Maybe it's human self-preservation, those cruel scenes Emilia can't remember anymore. She has forgotten what happened that day, and who killed Vivette.

The only thing that remained in her mind was a beautiful picture.

The perfect woman had a smile on her face that would heal all pain. Her lips were pale and her face was bloodless, and the blood that gushed out of nowhere flowed all over the ground, staining her clothes red and causing beautiful roses to bloom at her feet.

Emilia hid in Vivette's arms, panicked, and begged her mother to say something more to her.

However, her mother was no longer able to talk to her......

"Give you ......"

With that, Emilia weakly reached out and handed the hairpin to Edward.

The object was still sticking to the girl's body temperature, and Edward lowered his head and looked at the purple heart-shaped hairpin in a daze.

On the small hairpin, a line of blurred small characters can be faintly seen.

[Be happy - love your Vilvet]

"What the hell is going on......"

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