There are two peerless beauties in his bed.

Although it is the relationship between an aunt and a niece, no matter how you look at it, these are a pair of sisters full of youthful vitality.

Sister Mary has a mature and steady beauty, and the little traces of time that were the only defect in her big eyes have disappeared without a trace after breaking through the boundary.

Between gestures, there is naturally a kind of gorgeous and noble beauty that is similar to innate.

The dust of those times was just staying on her surface, which gave her some kind of illusion.

With an absolute zero-hour characteristic, she just blew a light breath and blew away the dust of this void history.

Should I say that he is worthy of being the guardian of the Vienna Forest, he is extremely confident, and he also has the strength to match this confidence.

Before the breakthrough, there was a thousand standard Bonaparte's combat power.

After the breakthrough, I am afraid that the combat power value will start at 3,000 bonabas.

Sister Anna, innocent, cunning and calculating, is an elf that people can't help but want to take care of and cherish.

Like her aunt Mary, she is a bit competitive, but because her minions are not sharp enough, she is still just a kitten and needs to continue to polish herself.

And Mary is already a mature beauty.

Strange, why do I think so much today?

Obviously he didn't meet them, but he has seen many beautiful women in his short eighteen years of life, but none of them have left traces in his heart.

Most of them have been seen since they came to Vienna, the capital of the arts.

Most of them were canaries from Bonaparte's side.

Bonaparte usually behaved like a bohemian playboy, bringing a new canary here every once in a while for a tryst, and Ludwig had long been surprised.

Anyway, no matter what strange sounds he makes, he can also fish in the small pond without fish in the yard with peace of mind, and exercise his absolute sense of time.

There isn't much in this world other than swordsmanship and art that can pique Ludwig's interest.

After experiencing too many time warps, Ludwig's state of mind had long been tempered to the point where the sky was not alarming.

Witnessing the strange truth of this world, the only thing Ludwig cherishes is the parents he raised so hard, and a little curiosity about the nature of the world.

Until, he met Anna and Marie.

Just as in the world of black and white, there is a different color, and they have absolute zero hours in Ludwig's eyes.

The reason why Ludwig is so indifferent to this world is not without reason, because the people of this world are completely different from him in the same world as him.

Is this world abnormal, or am I myself abnormal?

Ludwig also doubted, and finally chose to accept such a world, such a self.

No matter which side is abnormal, this is also the world he lives in, the only world.

Perhaps, the world is like this, and the absolute sense of time may correspond to the transcendent realm that is absolutely abnormal.

He still vividly remembers an incident he encountered when he was a child.

There was once a girl in his neighborhood who was very curious to observe him, draw for him, and like to run to his side and tell stories.

The child had been brought in by her parents from the big city to nurse, and there was no one around her to play with except Ludwig, who was unable to attend school normally.

Silly stupid boys, that's the impression people in the town have of John Betty's little Ludwig.

She regarded Ludwig as the object of her frustration, and always proudly showed Ludwig her whimsical paintings.

"Ludwig, I must be a good painter when I grow up."

"Because of my poor health, I can't do manual work, but thanks to the reforms of Her Majesty the Great Holy Roman Empire, now girls can become painters and musicians."

"I heard that before that, the Viennese court was adamant not to recognize the existence of any female musicians and painters.

"The world is a wonderful world now."

"I like this world so much, I like it, because only in such a peaceful world, can a frail and sick child like me survive."

"The air here is very good, I will definitely be able to take care of myself and go back to school."

"Ah, the leaves of this tree are almost gone."

"It's okay, it's going to grow again next spring, and I'll paint this tree with leaves that will never fade."

"I want to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts in Vienna and become a child who makes my father and mother proud.

It was a girl who was different from Anna, slender and emotional, like a girl who was born for art.

If it were her, she would definitely be able to be admitted to the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts.

Her paintings have a spirituality that Ludwig could not understand, and the leaves painted on the tree of Ludwig's house are also lifelike and full of life.

However, she did not wait until the spring of the following year.

That winter, her condition deteriorated rapidly, and she went to heaven in December, when the angel was away.

And that time, in Ludwig's perception, seemed to be only a few hours.

For her, a year is the last journey of her life.

For more than a year, Ludwig was the person who accompanied her the most and was also the model she used the most.

Because, Ludwig, who was still in the process of accelerating the time warp, could not give any answer to her at all.

The sketches she left behind were the enlightenment of Ludwig's art, and they are works that have not been surpassed until now.

In particular, the last painting shows the last leaf on a lonely tree, and the young Ludwig staring at the leaf a little blankly under the tree.

It was her last work, and she struggled to get up from her illness and looked at the landscape of Ludwig in a daze under the trees by the window.

"Ludwig and Spring."

This is the name of her last painting.

Even at the end of her life, she was still full of hope for the world.

Knowing that she was about to leave this world, she still entrusted her hope and future to the child Ludwig.

Even in the end, Ludwig couldn't say hello to her, just kept staring at her as she painted.

In this way, it is enough.

In this way, I am satisfied.

I've been in this world, and there have been people who have been looking at me all the time, and all eyes are on me.

Even if I knew it was a lie, I would like to believe it to be true.

At least, while you're looking at me, Ludwig, everything is real, isn't it?

When Ludwig's time finally returned to normal, he remembered to respond to the girl who was always looking at herself, smiling and drawing with him as an art model.

It's just that in the accelerated time, she has already left this world.

Her parents gave Ludwig all her drawings and paintings, tearfully thanking Ludwig for accompanying her through her last years.

Actually, she already understood.

The so-called coming to the countryside to recuperate, letting the fresh air and sunshine heal oneself, is all comfort.

Her illness has long been incurable, science has no way, and there is no way to be mysterious.

There is a limit to the power of human beings.

However, she still chose to embrace the world and spent her last days in this quiet Bavarian town for the last time of her life.

It wasn't until the last painting was painted that she left this world with a smile.

"Hello...... I'm Ludwig ......"

"Nice to meet you......"

In front of her tombstone, Ludwig sent a small blue and white flower, and with an inexplicable thought, stared at this simple tombstone.

"She has come to this world, our angel, Jerry."

Apparently for Ludwig, this was just a few hours ago.

And in just a few hours, the girl next door has completed her own life, leaving Ludwig with the last painting "Ludwig and Spring".

At that time, what kind of mood did she use, or did she pick up the brush and finish the last painting when she was dying?

For Ludwig, it was a strange feeling.

Perhaps, it is not love, but a preliminary understanding of the bonds between people in this world.

Ludwig, too, learned how to draw by picking up a paintbrush and starting with a copy of her sketches.

Don't look at the current Ludwig is an unsuccessful student of the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts, but not everyone is qualified to be specially written by the teacher of the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts.

Paintings drawn with absolute temporal techniques can be called top-notch masterpieces if they were placed in the classical period before the invention of the camera.

In a small Bavarian town, Ludwig's artistic talent can be said to be the first person to be overstated.

It's just that the score for admission to the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts is too high, and now it is at the peak of Impressionism, and Ludwig's painting style is completely inconsistent with the mainstream of current art, so he is famous.

The teacher at the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts even volunteered to recommend Ludwig to the architecture departments of other universities in Vienna, which was equivalent to giving Ludwig a letter of recommendation.

As long as Ludwig brought his work to the Department of Architecture, the admission rate was 100 percent.

The architecture department in Vienna is also one of the top institutions of higher learning in civil engineering in Europe, which is a testament to Ludwig's prowess in reproducing realistic images.

However, Ludwig had only one goal from beginning to end.

Her regrets, her enlightenment to the world of incorrect time.

And, she was not able to see such a beautiful world, magnificent colors, Ludwig wanted to paint.

Perhaps, he has not yet mastered the skills and artistic sense, and does not meet the admission requirements of the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts.

But Ludwig never intended to give up, because art was his enlightenment to the world, a window to the truth of the world.

At this moment, seeing Anna and Marie, who were barefoot opposite each other on their bed, were gently pushed open by the girl next door to the window that was a gap, and it was suddenly opened.

It turns out that the world behind the window is so beautiful.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Ludwig's black and white, in the world of absolute time, which is entwined by the minute and second hands of countless clocks, their colors gradually spread, and little by little they dye this world of absolute order with their own colors.

Heartbeat, accelerate.

Ludwig, you're not normal.

Is it because of this invisible tail?

From what second, do you want to look at the keyframes again?

No, not really.

It's not a matter of being so detailed that you need to record which frame or which frame appears.

This is your own question, your voice.

It was as if two different selves appeared in front of Ludwig.

One is the self who can look at the world indifferently at any time in a cold and ruthless state.

The other is to adapt to the world, gradually grow up, adapt to the acceleration of time warp, and curiously begin to explore the world of themselves.

The two selves are both teenagers, and they coincide unconsciously.

"It's a wonderful world."

Only this voice is completely consistent.

He is indifferent and ruthless, he is decisive in killing, and it is the first time he has spent such a long period of peace.

He is ordinary, he has the troubles of an eighteen-year-old boy, and he is confused by the death of the girl next door.

It's so different, but they're all one person.

Different world lines, different self, and finally accept and understand such a self little by little.

Even if everything in this world is not real.

The key to this change was the painter girl next door who died of illness at the beginning, and the core node was the pair of beauties who were playing in the room at the moment.

The innocent Princess Anastasia, the unpredictable cat-eared girl.

Her Majesty Empress Margaret, who is sacrosanct on the surface, but is particularly doting on Anastasia and has practiced Roman swordsmanship to the pinnacle.

Barefoot, they were engaged in a skirmish on Ludwig's bed, which at first glance looked like a warm-up for Ludwig's rehearsal.

Occasionally, you can see the snow-white skin under the corners of the skirt, and the lovely cheeks of each of them flushed.

It was such a humble room, and it was almost like a firewood room compared to the Vienna royal palace that Ludwig had visited.

But with them here, this room was completely different from Ludwig's impression.

The blonde hair was falling, and it was Mary's smile.

Cat's ears trembled, that was Anna's delicate face,

She and her, so that this ordinary room, full of color.

That leaf gave Ludwig's world its first rays of green.

With the arrival of Anna and Marie, the world began to become colorful, like flowers finally blooming in Ludwig's heart.

This scene was so beautiful and moving that even Ludwig was thrilled.

"Ah, it's so itchy!"

"Auntie, you can't play tricks on me with your tail!"

"The soles of my feet itch to death!"

Anastasia blushed and hugged her tender little feet, escaping the harassment of her aunt Margaret's tail, and flipped and moved on Ludwig's bed.

"Don't move, this is to adjust the parameters of the boots, in order to ensure that you can play 100% combat effectiveness."

Her Majesty the Empress of the Holy Roman Empire said seriously, but the corners of her mouth that couldn't help but curve up slightly revealed her thoughts.

"Woo woo woo, aunt, you just love to bully people, since you were a child."

"Surrender, surrender, if you continue like this, you will be seen by Ludwig, and you won't be able to get married!"

Anastasia took out her last killer trick and coquettishly treated her aunt.

At any time, this trick was super effective, and Margaret scratched the soft soles of her little niece's feet before she stopped satisfied.

It is also true that the Pegasus Boots need to be adjusted to fit Anastasia's feet, and Margaret originally needed the help of craftsmen from the Holy Roman Court.

Now with this extraordinary tail, Margaret can do it all by herself.

From activating the mechanism, to adjusting the internal gears, and adding precious lubricating oil, all the steps are done in one go, more skilled than the most skilled court craftsmen.

This tail is really powerful!

It smells so good!

The more she used this transcendent tail, the more Margaret loved it, to the point where she couldn't put it down.

Assassinate, process, defend, and even let yourself fly low and levitate at high speed!

It's a thousand times more agile than that stupid airship, and it can continue to grow in the future!

Science is good, but transcendent tails are even better!

I decided to set aside another million gold pounds to renovate the burial grounds of the Roman ancestors!

After mastering all of Anastasia's detailed body data, it only took Margaret five minutes to adjust all the acceleration equipment on her body to a mode that her little niece could use.

"Okay, here's the key, Ludwig, you go to the yard and wait."

"I'm sure you're a gentleman and wouldn't eavesdrop on the whispers of ladies, right, Ludwig."

"Now, this room belongs to Mary and Anna!"

"We need a little bit of preparation time.

Margaret sent Ludwig away in a few words, showing the language art of Her Majesty the Holy Roman Empire.

Ludwig, the owner of the room, scratched his head, picked up his fishing rod and went fishing by the pond where there were fish.

This is because his friend Bonaparte had repeatedly admonished him the truth:

"Don't trust a woman's preparation for a moment."

"They can paint for an hour, prepare clothes and accessories for another half hour, even if I have to take them off in five seconds."

"It is impossible to understand what time scale a woman's moment is calculated, Ludwig, in short, it is not five minutes, not ten minutes, at least twenty minutes, and two hours is not strange."

"To pass the time, I usually carry one with me."

Ludwig believed Bonaparte's remarks.

Because it was about fifteen minutes before the "moment" of Margaret and Anastasia ended.

"Now, I'm going to rush!"

Taught by her aunt Margaret, Anastasia's whole body was filled with a tense feeling, like a spring compressed to the limit.

It's not makeup, but it's more troublesome than makeup.

It was fifteen minutes, and Margaret was using her tail to perform the secret tricks of Roman royalty on Anastasia.

This is a tactic with minimal side effects that requires the use of secret elixirs.

Similar to Bonaparte's explosive tactics after drinking the secret potion against Ludwig, except that the Roman royal secret technique was more powerful and had fewer side effects.

The principle is to use the power of the supernatural bloodline to stimulate one's nerves and muscles, and to bring oneself to the best state before the battle even begins.

There are few side effects, except that it will enter a weakened state after the duration ends, and a lot of nutrients will be supplemented.

And the bottle of secret medicine that Bonaparte drank was a terrifying stimulant that almost exploded his blood vessels, and it was not at all the same level as the Roman royal secret arts.

If calculated numerically, Bonaparte's potional burst mainly increases strength, explosiveness, and transforms himself into a rampage chariot.

The problem was that his own reaction could not keep up, resulting in him being bounced away by Ludwig with a wooden sword.

And Margaret's royal secret technique can improve the nerve response and dynamic vision together, although it was also bounced away by Ludwig, but it can still maintain the balance of the body and continue to fight.

At this moment, Anastasia is in a similar state, because she is not yet old, she has not yet reached the stage of learning the secret art of Roman royal arts.

It was Margaret who used her extraordinary tail to stimulate all the key nodes in Anastasia's body, and combined with the royal secret medicine, she briefly reached a state of excitement similar to Margaret's challenge to Ludwig just now.

Bonaparte's secret medicine exploded, and he was a brainless berserker.

Margaret and Anastasia's arcane outburst is the real transcendent power.

It's close to a thousand Bonapartas, and Mary's tail looks really good.

Ludwig could see at a glance that Anastasia was in a state at the moment, almost close to the peak of the first stage of transcendence.

This is also a testament to the extraordinary talent of Anastasia, who was already qualified to catch up with the Roman emperors at the age of fifteen.

Anastasia held her breath, remembering her aunt Margaret's hint.

"Strike first!"

"In the face of the transcendent Sword Saint Ludwig, no one in this world is qualified to talk about a preemptive strike."

"Even if I have the tail of transcendent divine blood, once I enter his rhythm, it is only a matter of time before I lose, it is better to say that there is no possibility of winning at all."

"I haven't really experienced the oppression of Ludwig's swordsmanship, and I don't deserve to talk about extraordinary combat power at all, which is something I realized after I really have extraordinary power."

"Ludwig, the most powerful and transcendent I know in this world, the first sword master of the new Roman generation."

"Little Thea, if you want to open the door in your body to the truly transcendent, you must push yourself to the limit and attack Ludwig at all costs."

"After meeting, you only have five seconds to do it."

"If you can't push yourself to the limit in five seconds, you lose."

In five seconds, the battle will be over?

Auntie, I'm going to surprise you with meow!

Anastasia shook the golden cattail behind her back.

It's time to show off your trump card, the strongest state of the first princess of the Eastern Roman Empire that my aunt has never seen before!