In the middle of the night, Christina collapsed on the large, soft bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

The qiē in this room was so uncomfortable for her, even though Angus carefully sent perfume and fine musk, but this qiē made her irritable.

When she was on the battlefield a while ago, she was used to a busy and rough life, and she was even more accustomed to going out to fight and kill every day, but now the room that Angus arranged for her awakened the memory that was hidden deep in her heart.

The memories of that comfortable life came to her mind little by little, until the ocean that occupied her entire consciousness.

The sad feeling also came back with the memory, and Christina gritted her teeth and scolded Angus for her "kindness".

"Damn, perfume doesn't smell like that, the bed isn't so soft, and the curtains aren't silk...... You might as well not do it, Angus!" Christina buried her head under her pillow and muttered to herself, "Home...... It's gone......," she began to cry until her tears soaked the pillow.

She was tired of crying, so she felt a little sleepy. The strong incense lit in the room also made her head begin to become heavy, and at the same time, there was an inexplicable emptiness...... However, she still did not fall asleep after all.

Although it was subtle, the sound of footsteps on the wooden floor could not hide from her sharp ears.

She was vaguely on guard, but instead of startling the snake, she pretended to be asleep.

With a creaking sound, the door was opened, and a lewd figure walked in with a candle: "Oh, I fell asleep, tsk, this magical musk from the far east really has some effect." Well, maybe I should have used anesthetics to be safer, even if she were a magician, she wouldn't necessarily recognize her!"

Needless to say, it was Angus who came. Although he moved step by step to the bed, making his footsteps less harsh in the middle of the night, the rope hanging from his waist and the iron hook on it were tinkling.

He moved to the side of the bed and began to find the iron rings that were scattered around the bed to hold the ropes in place.

"I'm sorry, Miss Christina, but I'm doing this for my own sake. Angus laughed miserably, "What if you wake up and beat me to death without saying a word?"

"If you don't do anything, you can honestly give me death. Just as Angus leaned down, a cold female voice came into his ears from the middle of the bed.

His movements froze in place.

"It seems that you really are a cowardly fellow. Christina snorted.

“...... That, Miss Christina, are you misunderstanding something......" Angus looked up and smiled awkwardly, "I just wanted to ......"

"Just think, bring me the supreme pleasure that belongs to humanity, yes or no?" Christina's tear-stained eyes were about to burst into flames, "It seems that I have to give you a little punishment!"

"Well, you're not going to kill me, are you?" asked Angus with a smile.

Christina was stunned for a moment, then said, "No." "For she could not imagine how the Duke of Boulogne would have gone mad if Angus had died suddenly, and besides, he ...... But he is also the strongest contender for the crown of Cape, how can he be allowed to die?

"Then come and lash me out, Miss Christina. Angus handed the rope in his hand to Christina with a stern face, "I also have a leather whip and candles here, do you need them?"

"You give me death!" Christina summoned her broomstick and slammed it down on Angus's head.

......

In a corner of the Loire.

An old man with a white beard handed a few glittering gold coins to a small, half-grown child: "Well done, Bertrand. ”

The half-grown boy named Bertrand happily took the gold coin, and then handed the rifle he was carrying behind his back to the old man in front of him: "Thank you, dear old Mr. Marley. ”

"You deserve it, take it to your sister's treatment. The old man touched his head.

Little Bertrand nodded vigorously, and then rushed out of the room with the gold coin in his hand.

Another old figure appeared from the room: "Arue, this rifle ......"

"I'll give it back to the poor little girl in a week. Arue said with a smile.

"You're still so fond of playing tricks. The other old man sighed and shook his head.

"Anyway, we've always been acting according to fate. Aruele laughed, "De Les, if that girl had been allowed to reach Auvergne, Henry might have died by her gun." ”

"I know. De Rice smiled wryly, "It's just...... I feel that girl is really pitiful. ”

"Poor thing, you're going to send her back to this age, I think that Bernadotte is much more reliable than Edward. Arue said, playing with the rifle in his hand.

"That's me 400 years later, and I'm 400 years from now, not the same as I am now. Maybe my state of mind changed at that time compared to now. "Besides, I'm just doing what I'm prophesying." ”

"It seems that the two of us old immortals are talking about prophecy. After playing, Arue solemnly placed the gun on the table, "It's ridiculous, isn't it?"

"I don't think there's anything funny. De Les coughed lightly, "According to the prophecy, this is the path that humanity will experience the least suffering—and although many will suffer in it, it is unavoidable on the whole. ”

"But that won't make you feel good, De Rice. Arue looked at the old de Les and said solemnly, "I pushed some people into the fire pit with my own hands, but it was a completely different feeling than watching from the sidelines. ”

"Alas, don't talk about this, the more you talk about it, the more sad it becomes. Dresse waved his hand, "Don't you and I just want to see the sight of Sybil that mortal can go to the moon for nine days......? Something we can't do with magic anyway. However, it is shocking that humans were able to reach that height with their own hands. ”

Arue pushed open the window and looked up at the bright starry sky: "It's ridiculous to think about it, no matter how much we soar, we can't break through the limitations of the planet under our feet, and the reason is ...... It's because human knowledge and imagination can't reach it...... It's ridiculous! Human beings who are bound by themselves ......"