Angel Victoria Electrics was the only daughter of King Charles, who was thirty-two years old when she was born. Angel's weak constitution since she was a child, coupled with the early death of her mother, Charles doted on this daughter to the point of almost responding, so when Angel begged to meet the boy of the same age who was about to live in the palace, Charles reluctantly agreed.

In fact, Rey is two years older than Angel, but Angel is surrounded by older therapists and maids, and does not have a suitable playmate. To this day, as long as he remembers the first time he saw Angel as a child, the corners of Rey's mouth still unconsciously show a sad smile.

"Father, look, that boy is so pretty!"

Angel's voice was as clear as a silver bell, startling Rey at that time. Angel, who was wearing a snow-white long-sleeved dress, pounced like a little dove, ignoring the frightened eyes of the guards around her, and took Rey's fingers with her white little hands.

"Your name is Rey, right? I heard my father say it! My name is Angel, you can call me Angel......

At that time, Rey was stunned for a long time, and it was not until the guards reminded him that he remembered to salute His Majesty the King. A seemingly friendly smile appeared on Charles's thin face, but there was an alert light in his slender emerald green eyes.

"I will give you the best life possible. At that time, Charles had promised that. He declared that he would treat his brother's son as if he were his own, and he hired a teacher of etiquette and music for Rey, focusing on cultivating him into a good nobleman.

"Your father has given his whole body and soul to the Goddess, and he is an amazing priest. Although Charles said this about his brother in front of Rey, Rey's eyes saw mockery and disbelief. It is ridiculous to choose the path of a priest as a descendant of the royal family, but it is necessary for Vincent to live.

"Make this your home from now on. The smiling female officer said in a sweet voice. In the first three years, every day, the maid went to the White Maple Pavilion where Rey lived to clean his room, change the water in the vase, and someone brought three meals a day, and Rey accepted them all obediently, even if he knew very well in his heart, everyone around him was watching him, and even when he slept at night, someone stared at him.

At that time, the black elves hid in the darkness behind the closet.

It was a narrow crevice that the maid would not clean, and every night, when the surroundings were quiet, the original magic that only Rey could feel emanated from where the black elves were, responding to the call of their master like a loyal warrior. No one could see the connection between Rey and the dagger, just as no one could see the dark elf hidden in the darkness.

Together with its owner, it waits for the moment of the end.

When she was comfortable, Angel often sneaked out and went to the White Maple Pavilion to play.

Rey had seen with his own eyes that the maid of the White Maple Pavilion wanted to persuade Angel to leave, but Angel pursed her mouth, raised her head angrily, and shouted unrelentingly.

"No, I'm just going to play with Brother Rey!"

The maid was simply helpless against her. Not only the maid, but everyone in the palace seemed to have nothing to do with the princess, so when Rey was taking violin lessons or history lessons, he would see the little princess suddenly break into the White Maple Pavilion, completely ignoring the exaggerated stunned expression of the court teacher, and grabbed Rey's hand and ran out, and then the teacher hurriedly followed.

"Rey's brother's violin is playing very well, even if he doesn't go to class, it doesn't matter!" Angel always made excuses for Rey's absenteeism with a cute evil smile, and under the protection of Her Royal Highness the Princess, Rey unexpectedly had a lot more time to play. He and Angel went to the pond in the garden together, the shallow water was just enough to cover Angel's calves, Angel stood in the water and patted the water and teased the little fish, until she was soaked and pulled ashore by the therapist.

Because of Angel's naughtiness, Rey had been looked at with a lot of suspicion, but even though he was lying on the hospital bed the next day because of a cold, Angel still shouted willfully, "Let Rey's brother come to play with me!"

Later, King Charles, who was busy with affairs, could no longer stop Angel from running to Rey's side, and the rest of the palace also put away their guards, just staring at the two of them from a distance. Angel stuck the bouquet she had tied into a vase in Rey's room, and Angel dragged Rey's swing in the garden, and coldly put her cold little hand on Rey's face. Angel is like an angel, and even though Rey never forgets his mission, he never wants to hurt the girl.

He even had a little hope that his father wouldn't come back.

If Vincent didn't come back, would he and Angel be together forever? The time spent with Angel was getting longer and longer, the sometimes mischievous and sometimes docile smiling face of Angel, the constant smell of medicine from her bloodless skin, the touch of her fingers clutched, all these things that Rey remembered in his heart, mixed with the memories of his childhood, like bitter and sweet poison.

However, Rey also knew that although he did not have time to keep an eye on him personally, Charles never gave up his surveillance, as evidenced by the fact that Charles's cronies, the youngest son of the Brandes family, were sent to Rey.

"Don't call me His Royal Highness Rey, just call me Rey, there are no outsiders here anyway. ”

Facing the respectful young knight, Rey said with a smile. Carlo Schubert Brandes was a dazed-looking teenager. At that time, Angel was ten years old, Rey was twelve years old, and Carlo had just received his knightly sword from King Charles, and he was a nobleman's adult age of fifteen. He had been trained in the northern part of the kingdom since he was six years old, and his combat skills were more than capable of protecting Princess Angel, and as long as he was there, Rey could do nothing, as King Charles and the Brandes family thought.

What's more, he was about the same age as Rey, and he was more approachable to Rey than those teachers and maids.

In fact, their ideas are not wrong. After Angel saw Carlo, she also took Carlo's hand with a happy face, and learned from Rey to say, "Don't call me Her Royal Highness the Princess, just call me Angel, anyway, there are no outsiders here!"

The three young people get along like friends.

Carlo would take Angel for a walk in the garden on horseback, and would also sit with Angel in the living room of the White Maple Pavilion and listen to Reila's violin.

"You seem to be in a bad mood, you have something on your mind?"

Carlo once looked directly into Rey's eyes with a stern gaze, and Rey's head looked up at him in surprise, "Is there one?"

In the past few years with Angel, Rey felt that he was about to be assimilated by Angel, and when Angel smiled evilly, he also laughed evilly, at least from the outside, he was completely free of the anxiety he had when he first came to Oder. He seemed to be very satisfied with his current life, and only when he heard the news of Vincent did he show a not very happy expression, and said lightly, "Well, may the goddess bless him." ”

But Carlo's expression was very serious. At that time, Rey didn't know if it was a deliberate arrangement by the Brandes family, so he casually said nonsense, "I just think my father doesn't care about me, it's nothing." ”

"Master Vincent Mitchell Electrics is a good pastor. "You should be proud of him." ”

"Huh?

Carlo's words made Rey laugh and cry. However, after that, his opinion of Carlo also changed, and Carlo had no ill will towards him, he was just faithfully carrying out the tasks entrusted to him by the king and his family, and did not think much about anything else.

The three young men seemed to have become friends, and in the vast palace they walked almost everywhere they were allowed to set foot, Carlo's saber was always on his shoulder, always on his guard, while Rey carried his violin, leaned against the classical pillar, poked his head out and chatted with Angel carefree.

- Carlo, can you carry it for me for a while! Angel is too heavy.

- Angel is already twelve years old, and she won't be able to marry her brother if she sticks to her brother all day long.

In those days, in the closed world of the royal palace, beautiful but false dreams continued in laughter. Angel still gets sick as easily as she did when she was a child, but she always runs to the White Maple Pavilion with a bright smile like a rose after her body recovers, and Rey often sits on the steps to watch Carlo practice his sword, nodding his head while watching, and Carlo still often asks Rey some strange questions.

"Lord Vincent has gone to Greystone to be an itinerant priest. ”

At the beginning of 1917, Carlo stood in front of the silver-white moonlit window and looked sternly at Rey, who was fiddling with the violin.

Rey's hand paused.

"Huh?"

"He's back, don't you want to see him?"

If it weren't for Carlo's better understanding of the person, Rey would probably think that this was Charles's temptation, but it could also be a temptation. "Even if we meet...... I don't know what to say either. Rey lowered his head, "I'll probably just say something like 'May the great goddess be with us'......"

"I think he wants to see you. ”

“...... Really?"

Rey didn't have a good rest at all that day, maybe Carlo's words were unintentional, maybe it was the instructions of someone with a heart, it didn't matter. There is something dangerous hidden in the case for the violin. Rey shifted the location of the Black Elf and found it safe in the box.

He could even carry the deadliest weapon to Charles's palace, as he had done, when Angel had called him over for tea. The guards didn't bother to check what he was carrying.

Vincent is really back.

The dream is coming to an end, and the only person who can decide how the dream ends is Rey.