As a man, he would leave quietly when a woman's life was in danger, which is intolerable for every woman. If their boyfriends do this, most of them won't need to break up, and they won't even have direct contact.

However, Frey did not begin to hate Don Quixote when he was in danger, but rather began to feel strange.

A somewhat terrible thought had already lingered in Frey's mind.

[Please, don't wear it so beautifully and messily around alone at night, it's dangerous]

These were Marmon's exact words, but how could Marmont not see Don Quixote? Why would she say that she was alone, when Don Quixote was standing at the door outside the castle, and she could not be invisible.

If it is said that Don Quixote disappeared when he was in severe pain, he must have been in severe pain all over his body, and after that, he never found Don Quixote again, as if he had suddenly disappeared without a trace, even if he had flown into the air to look for it, he was never found again.

Why exactly...... Don Quixote, where did he go......

Speaking of which, he's really ......

"Frey. ”

While Frey was wondering, a heroic spirit stepped out of front of her.

It's not Persiphone, who only likes yellow jokes, nor the reckless and hot-blooded Bobby, but the calmest of the twelve heroic spirits. Sana of Libra Palace.

"Sona?"

Frey was a little surprised, it stands to reason that she didn't have anything important to do, and she wouldn't show up.

"Frey, I have something to tell you. There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in Saana's eyes, but it was also one of her characteristics, and Frey was used to it.

"For the sake of your body, don't go near that person again. ”

Is that what happened?

"I'm sorry, I've already figured it out. Frey didn't seem to be afraid of aging, "I've been living for a long time, and I'm not so afraid of death, so I'm ......."

"Not worth ......"

"It's worth it, Sana, it's something you can't understand. ”

That's right, Libra is always fair, selfless, and doesn't have a little bit of emotion, so Suana doesn't understand the feelings of the human world, she is just acting according to the "justice" in her heart.

"I see, Frey, the next words are more important. ”

As if expecting Frey to say this, Sana spoke, "Don Quixote, don't you think it's too weird?"

Originally...... Isn't it just me who thinks so?

"It may anger you, but I have to say it. "I don't think Don Quixote is a little human. ”

"You...... Why do you think so?"

Obviously, she can't doubt a person she likes at all, because since she loves him, she has to accept his qiē, but Frey also has to admit that she really doesn't know anything about Don Quixote, and she is just unilaterally receiving the love from Don Quixote.

Don Quixote said that he was a nobleman from the north, but when he asked his student, Fiana, a border guard on the border, she told herself that there was no such nobleman.

It doesn't matter if he is lying to himself, he can not care about these, but Don Quixote's attitude is also very subtle. He...... It seems that he really knows exactly what he is thinking.

When he is thirsty, he will first offer to sit in the restaurant, and then smile and watch himself sip a drink, and when he is more confident in dressing, he will also praise his beauty before he even speaks.

It's like ...... In my head, what I hope for, like my lover......

"I can't say anything about it just by feeling. "I've seen him, but I can't perceive the sensation in him, Frey, I have a question I've always wanted to ask you, though it's not a pleasant one. ”

“...... Go ahead. After a long silence, Frey slowly spoke.

It's definitely not a good thing, her hunch has told her, and she will say something that she will regret forever, but now she can't suppress it, and she wants to know a little bit about Don Quixote, even if it's just ......

"Frey, since you first met Don Quixote next to Anne, the next day until now, you ......"

......

"Have you really seen him?"

Then, in the evening of the next day, the crimson sunset sprinkled on the open space of the academy as usual, dragging Don Quixote for a long time.

At the same time, Don Quixote really appeared in the clearing red with the sunset, just as Frey had thought.

I didn't ask him to meet at this time, because he suddenly disappeared the day before, and he hadn't said anything agreed to before. Although I still make myself happy and moved, I ......

What if this qiē is just what you think and hope?

He wanted Don Quixote to be here, so he appeared here. Waiting for yourself under the sunset you like, you smile and praise yourself with your favorite words after seeing yourself, and then promise to go with you to the place you like without complaint.

So, Don Quixote is really a perfect lover, but is this true? Is the Don Quixote in front of him really the Don Quixote that he fell in love with at first sight? Or is it just a beautiful but false fantasy that he got alone under this sunset?

"Frey, you seem to have something on your mind today?"

The same smile as ever, a smile that makes your heart pound.

Yes, nothing has changed, that's for sure, how can your fantasies change in a place you don't want.

"Well, a little bit. Frey took Don Quixote's hand.

It's as warm as ever, but now it's no longer real.

"Frey, I'm leaving. ”

After a long silence, Don Quixote spoke, "I may not be able to stay here anymore, it's time for me to go back." ”

“...... Where to go back?"

"...... of the North," Don Quixote stopped halfway through his sentence and turned to look directly at Frey.

"Why go back...... Wouldn't that be nice?"

Yes, you don't have to care about other people's eyes, you are already a hundred-year-old woman, and it doesn't matter if you are treated as a weirdo. As long as you can hold on to the hard-won but extremely fragile fantasy, it is enough.

"Frey, you already know...... Indeed, this day will come sooner or later. Don Quixote grabbed Frey's hand and tightened it again, "Frey, you're right, in fact, I'm just ......"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, as long as I can see it. ”

“...... I am your fantasy, remember the day you were looking for Don Quixote?" Don Quixote, no, Frey's fantasy let go of his hand, "I was born at that time, I am the fantasy that you thought of Don Quixote, and no one could see me except you, no, it should be said, no one could, to believe me. ”

......

Walking down the road, when he talked to Don Quixote, the surprised eyes of the people around him, the surprise of the maid when he ordered two desserts in the restaurant, and what Ma'mun said to himself yesterday......

Don Quixote had never eaten, never reached for anything, and the only thing he had done during these few days was to hold his hand, to have a pleasant conversation with him, to enjoy the scenery, and that's it......

Ahhhh......h It turns out that there are too many suspicious places, and you only need to pay a little attention to it to detect it, but you don't notice it, or rather, you don't want to, you notice it.

"Unless you believe in my existence and can infect other people's cognition, they will also believe in my existence. Don Quixote said, "It's like your twelve Heroic Spirits and the students we met that night. But, Frey, it's no longer possible, and I have to leave. ”

"Why...... As long as I believe in you, as long as I still believe in you, you will definitely save it. ”

"But you're going to die, you can't trust me, Frey. Don Quixote's body suddenly became transparent, "I'm just you as a substitute for missing Don Quixote, although I'm quite content with that. So Frey, you can't grow old like this until you fall in love with the real Don Quixote, come on, doubt my existence, and when you really think that I am just your fantasy, I will leave, and you will no longer suffer from the pain of aging. ”

No, how is it possible, how can you be possible, how can you doubt......

"Don't worry, isn't the balance in your heart already tilting now?"

The sunset has been sprinkled on Frey's body through Don Quixote's already transparent body, and the Don Quixote in front of him, Frey's fantasy, the ephemeral sunset phantom, has become more and more transparent.

Yes, knowing the obvious truth, how can people still believe in an illusion? The illusion that remains in the heart will gradually be broken by the truth.

"Frey, at the end I would like to ask you, have you ever liked 'Don Quixote' in the past few days......? Me?"

......

"Well, that's right! I like you, not the little nobleman, but the phantom who is waiting for me here in the sunset, it's you!"

“...... Ah, that's really...... That's great. ”

As the last rays of the sunset dissipated, Don Quixote disappeared before Frey's eyes, along with the setting sun.

No one will remember Don Quixote who walked with him and dated with him in the past few days. Their impression was only that of Don Quixote who had thrown his gloves at Asmon a few days ago.

What I saw was only an illusion...... A fragile phantom......

But.

"Isn't that good?"

Frey held out her hand, and vaguely, she seemed to feel that the other pair of hands had taken hold of hers tightly.

That's right, there's nothing to be sad about, because it's definitely still there. Stored in this open space, under the light of the setting sun, it belongs only to itself......

Sunset fantasy.