7

Almost at the same time as the strings rang, the poor bobobird screamed and fell like a stone from the treetops.

Simov found its body in the grass, and the arrow plunged deep into his chest, spinning rapidly, wringing his heart to pieces. Is this the power of magic? Simov was puzzled.

He brought the crossbow to his eyes and carefully observed the magic array engraved in the arrow slot, which gave the arrow its magical power.

"Simov...... Simov ...... "Lilith ran up the hill panting, carrying her skirt.

Simov hurriedly hid his crossbow in the bushes and pretended to open the grammar book, and did not raise her head innocently until Lilith ran to her like the wind.

Mockery and sadness flashed in Lilith's eyes, and instead of sitting down beside Simov and holding his arm affectionately as usual, she looked at him condescendingly and said in as calm a tone as she could: "I have just received a message from the Marquis of Ignatz that my father fell off his horse while hunting, broke three ribs, and was bedridden. I had to rush to Flencsburg at once, the carriage was already waiting at the door of the Bromin Academy. ”

"Lilith, I'm sorry. Do you need me to accompany you? ”

"It's good that you're going to Flundtsburg with me, but how can I introduce you? My father didn't know you, and I didn't even dare to mention your name in front of him - Simov, you know why. ”

"I can accompany you to Flenczburg, and then you go to see the Marquis of Ignac and your father, Duke Nicholas."

"What about you?"

"I'll wait for you outside the castle."

"Why are you so useless?"

"Lilith, I am who I am, and I can't be what you ask me to be." Simov threw the grammar book aside, "Why can't you have a little faith in me?" I know what I'm doing, I ......."

Lilith interrupted him, "Simov, do you love me or not?" ”

"I love you, but I can't betray you."

"Betrayal of what?"

Simov was silent for a long time, and said bitterly: "You can't betray my heart." ”

"After all, you just don't want to sacrifice for me! You don't dare to put in, you don't dare to be like me...... Crazy for love! Lilith cried out in despair, "Simov, what are you hesitating about?" ”

"I'm sorry, Lilith, I can't." Simov clenched his fists in pain.

"Woo......" Lilith sobbed sadly, "I hate you, I hate you to death!" She turned her head and ran down the hill desperately, her dress torn by the bushes and tears drifting in the wind.

The nails pierced deep into his palms, and blood dripped down his wrists, but Simov didn't feel anything. His heart was full of pain, but his legs were like lead, and he couldn't support his body at all.

"Our acquaintance was a mistake." With trembling hands, he picked up the crossbow and thought sadly, "You put all your body and soul into it without reservation, but I can't do it...... Lilith, I'm afraid we've come to the end of the road......"

8

"Simov, why haven't you seen Alva these days?" Mo Ning sat on the stone steps, looking at the waves and the lighthouse in the distance, and his mood was a little heavy.

"He went back to his hometown to visit his family, and he walked for almost three months in the far hinterland."

"And Lilith, who also left Bromin's house, and didn't even have a message. Simov, do you miss her? ”

"What do you want to say, Mourning Howellt?" Simov asked warily.

Mo Ning smiled bitterly and looked at him with pity, "You're still in the dark - we're in the same house now!" ”

"Who is with you!"

"Not long ago, King Fipoche came to Flencburg to officiate at Jeff's wedding, and the bride was Lilith, daughter of Count Nicholas of Bromin. Simoff, your Lilith has become someone else's bride, and she left Bromin's House to abandon you. ”

"Monin, are you kidding?" Simov couldn't believe his ears.

"No, not this time." Mo Ning slowly took out the letter paper from his pocket, "Look for yourself, this is a handwritten letter from my aunt Enid, in Flornzburg, only she is really good to me." When Enid's name was mentioned, his tone was a little odd.

Simov didn't have time to delve into it, he unfolded the letter with trembling hands, and at a glance he understood what had happened.

Count Nicholas's injuries were far more serious than broken ribs, in fact, he had a heart attack and could return to the arms of God at any moment. The only thing that reassures the Count is the fate of his daughter, who he hopes to see Lilith in her holy wedding dress and walk to church holding Jeff's hand, but at the same time, he is unwilling to force her daughter as a dying father to saddle her with an emotional marriage without an emotional foundation.

What prompted Count Nicholas to make up his mind was a love letter, Lilith's to Jeff.

Then, a grieving Lilith accepted her father's advice and at the end of his life, forced a smile and entrusted her life to Jeff Howellt, the heir of Flencsburg and the future head of the Silverwind Knights, as a way to comfort his father's fragile heart.

His mind went blank, time seemed to freeze for a moment, and Mo Ning's lips kept squirming, he should be saying something, maybe comforting, but every word was meaningless. Flooded with sadness, Simov could not breathe.

“…… Simov, are you listening? ”

"What did you say?" Simov's voice became hoarse and bitter.

"What the hell is that love letter, Lilith's love letter to Jeff?"

"It doesn't matter anymore. Morin, Lilith abandoned me and became someone else's wife. Now, she's your sister-in-law. Simov gradually regained his composure, and he pulled his soul out of his shell and saw Lilith's betrayal from the perspective of a bystander. He found that grief was not as unbearable as he had imagined.

"But ......"

"It was the right choice for her. The heir of Bromin Island must marry the right husband, and I am just a ...... Sons of commoners. ”

"Simov!"

"Don't say anything, don't say anything, it's all over. Monin, I'll bless Lilith. ”

"You're great!" Mourning finally gave up persuasion, and he found that the person who needed comfort should be himself.