"To tell you the truth, this is the first time I have encountered an enemy who asks me to remember him."

Ranch muttered to himself as he looked at the slanted giant screen behind the ruins.

Beelzebub seemed to be particularly crazy before, and bluntly said that he wanted to leave him with an indelible memory.

"But it's a pity, it seems that it is ...... that will teach you to love"

Facing the Perleman puppet controlled by Beelzebub, Ranchi could only show a regretful expression and waved his right hand at him lightly, as if bidding farewell to Beelzebub.

But at this time, Beelzebub could no longer care about Lanchi's mentality.

Once full of flowers and life, the gardens of the Counts of Baptiste are now a dilapidated and withered scene.

The rampant rain poured down, turning the garden into a muddy swamp, and the smooth and clean gravel path was now full of potholes and puddles.

The glass of the greenhouse was all shattered, and the precious flowers and plants inside had been exposed to the heavy rain, and they were fragile and precarious.

“……”

The terrifying aura of the Grim Reaper's arrival and the gaze that froze the soul made Beelzebub feel an unprecedented fear raging all over his body.

Beelzebub had lost count of how many times he had beaten Ivanos just now.

Every nerve in his trembling body was clamoring to run away, and even his pores were oozing cold sweat.

His unstoppable arrogance was all turned to powder at this moment, the instinct to survive prevailed, and Beelzebub did not care much about face under the shadow of death, he turned around in a panic and flew away as fast as he could, like a frightened bird.

The embarrassed and hasty back disappeared into the rain curtain in the sky in an instant.

Enoan watched Beelzebub's fleeing back, and instead of immediately pursuing her, she laid Christina flat on the garden floor.

The radiance that wafted around them was not comparable to the flames, it was like the light of the gods condensed by the anger and power of the fire god, and anyone who approached this brilliance would feel a tremor in the depths of their souls, which was the awe of the supreme power and the fear of the instinct of life.

Enoan was silent, and put his hand on Christina's chest, and suddenly a spark bloomed from Christina's body, and mellow magic surged into her body, as if to make her gradually recover.

"Maybe I'm really crazy enough to give my life-saving magic to such a useless girl......"

The corners of her mouth murmured.

Even though her brain was still a mess, she probably knew what she was doing.

It was the Fire and Regeneration Dual-Bloodline Epic Spell that she could forcibly resuscitate from her near-death state, and now it was used for a second-order girl who was not very talented, which only made Enoan herself feel ridiculous.

Gradually, Christina's pale face began to regain its blood, like a withered rose blooming again.

Her closed eyes began to tremble slightly, as if she would wake up at any moment, and her chest began to rise and fall faintly and regularly, and the breath of life was slowly flowing through her.

"Dependent on ......"

Christina, who was half-asleep and half-awake, opened her eyes dimly, but she couldn't see the blurry red-haired figure in the rainstorm.

But then, when Christina's eyelashes fluttered again, she was already in the vicinity of the Baptiste family.

In the ruins of the devastated Earl's Court, under the night sky of lightning and thunder, a girl who was so destroyed that she almost died was pulled back from the brink of death.

The hope of life is being rekindled in this shell.

“……”

Without saying anything, Enoan handed Christina to Count Baptiste.

"Thank you...... Thank you ......."

Looking at Enoan, whose aura had become terrifying, Count Baptiste trembled and stretched out his arms to carefully take the pearl in his palm.

He stared down at his daughter's quiet and peaceful sleeping face, and crystal tears rolled down uncontrollably.

The family of the Count of Baptiste, who had survived the catastrophe, had long since wept silently, and were so excited that they could not have dreamed that at the end of despair, hope would come in such a way.

Strangely, the red-haired woman was a more terrifying Bishop of Destruction than the demon, but they weren't much afraid of her.

Even Christina's three younger siblings did not hide from Ivanos when they saw her.

"Dependent on ......"

Kyle opens his mouth, only to find a thousand words choked in his throat, not knowing how to express his mixed feelings, or even what to call the other person.

He never thought that the maid his sister had picked up turned out to be the Bishop of Destruction.

This kind of thing almost caused a catastrophe, but it saved their family by accident.

He instinctively feared Enoan, the murderous intent and demonic aura that emanated from her, but at the same time, he was also sincerely grateful to the cardinal, who desperately pulled his sister back from the clutches of death.

"Thank you for saving Christina."

Originally, seeing that the Bishop of Destruction with countless killings had come to their doorstep, he should have been so scared that he was about to collapse, but the truth was extremely absurd-

The one who had just saved their family was the Bishop of Destruction, Ivanos, in front of him.

If you show her the same expression as when you see a demon at this time, I'm afraid it will hurt her too much.

“……”

Inuoan didn't speak, but just glanced quietly at Count Baptiste's house.

She looked up in the direction of Beelzebub, who had fled in the distance.

Count Baptiste's house left a barrier of flames rising from all sides, and then, with a flicker, her figure vanished in place without a trace.

……

Kilometers away.

Over the southern shore of the flower capital of Parryau, Beelzebub sped past at an alarming speed, like a meteor that pierced the hazy night sky.

From time to time, he looked back in horror, and everywhere he could see was the ruins, and the streets of the former Parrieu looked particularly desolate under the torrential rain.

But none of these scenes were the focus of his attention, all he cared about was a lingering figure of terror.

That terrifying aura made even him, the Great Demon from the other side of the Calamity Servant Land, tremble!

Destroy the Bishop...... Ivanos ......

The two names kept echoing in his mind, tearing at his nerves like sharp claws.

Beelzebub was puzzled, how could a maid who seemed to be just a little strong, be like winning the lottery and be Bishop Ivanos?!

And it seems that he personally woke up Ivanos.

If he had known, he would never have provoked her!

"Rocky! McCarthy! It's all your fault!! ”

Beelzebub muttered to himself in horror, desperately trying to escape from the flower capital of Parryau, and turned back from time to time.

Now all he knew was to run away.

It's a big deal to make a comeback after a hundred years, when this group of humans is dead, he still has a chance and time!

Just as Beelzebub was thinking, he felt his forehead suddenly be pressed down by a pair of cold, piercing hands.

Before he could react, it was as if the force that was about to tear his soul apart had dragged him out of the air.

In an instant, the sky was spinning, and Beelzebub felt that all his internal organs were churning violently, and he fell from the sky uncontrollably.

There was a loud bang and it was deafening.

Beelzebub slammed into the hard ground of the south bank of Parrieux!

Dust was flying, sand and stones were splattering, and the ground spread out a circle of cobweb cracks, mercilessly burying his body.

"Uhh......hh Cough...... Cough......! ”

Beelzebub struggled to gather consciousness, sweet blood gushing out of his mouth, and the senses on his face were distorted by the pain.

Red flames redder than blood burst from the ground, scorching Beelzebub into a terrible scream.

But Beelzebub had no time for any of this, for there was only one figure in his eyes—the red-haired demon that was clutching his head.

Instinct prompted Beelzebub to fight back, and dark blue cursed flames erupted from his fingertips in an instant, roaring and sweeping towards Enoan, leaving even the air decaying and withering everywhere he passed.

In the face of this cursed flame that was enough to seriously injure ordinary eighth-order people, Enoan did not move, and the red flame tongue that was several times more turbulent danced around her, and this cursed flame seemed to be unable to imprint the slightest trace on her body.

She stood silently, her expression distorted, the corners of her lips curled with a cruel angle.

Pain was a ridiculous concept to her.

"Stupid as ......"

Enoan's voice echoed in the fire like the eulogy of the Lord of Hell.

In the next moment, Enoan shook his wrist, and the crimson flames roared out, instantly engulfing Beelzebub's cursed flames, and she pressed Beelzebub's head and smashed it to the ground, making the entire buildings on the south bank tremble, even if the ground collapsed and turned into a deep pit, it still couldn't stop her from treating Beelzebub as a thin jackal.

Beelzebub's face was as white as paper.

He frantically condensed all his magic power and erected one defensive barrier after another in front of him, but all defenses seemed so fragile in the face of that devastating spark.

And this crazy woman is not afraid of pain, as long as she is not beaten to death, she will exchange injuries for injuries to the end.

After being targeted by her, she can't run away, she can't block it, and fighting her is pure abuse, at most it can only cause her a bunch of ineffective damage, replacing her with half a life!

Beelzebub didn't understand why he had provoked such a thing!

His defenses were easily torn apart, and the rubble engulfed Beelzebub's body in an instant, dragging him into a blazing fire of purgatory.

The demon's heart-rending cry echoed through the rainy night, in agony and despair.

"We should be innocent!! Bishop of Destruction!! ”

Beelzebub fought back, burning Ivanos with the flames of the curse.

However, as if he could not feel the pain, Ivanos did not let go of her hand from beginning to end, and continued to pierce Beelzebub's body with scarlet pillars of fire.

"Hehehehe."

Blood spilled from the corners of her mouth, and a twisted smile gradually appeared,

"All I know is that torturing you makes me feel so happy."

Sirens sounded over the entire flower capital of Parrieu.

"Warning, Emergency."

"In the 1st area of the south bank of Parrieux, there was an eighth-order battle."

"There was an eighth-order battle."

"Please evacuate as soon as possible."

"The combatants are suspected to be the demons who spread the curse, and the second combatant is suspected to be the destruction of Bishop Ivanos."

……

Less than half an hour later.

North Shore District 4, Earl Court Gardens of Baptiste.

Raindrops hit the water, splashing waves.

The fountain in the center of the garden had ceased to function, and several marble sculptures had fallen sideways into the pool, torn apart.

The once crystal clear water is now cloudy, with branches, fallen leaves and broken bricks floating.

The flower beds on both sides were not spared, as were the tall beech and oak trees in the depths of the garden, their straight and majestic trunks covered with charred marks, broken branches, and countless broken leaves fluttering in the wind.

Holding on to the heels of a formless charred black demon corpse, Inuoan came to Count Baptiste's house step by step.

Everything she saw was different from the sunny Count's Court of Baptiste in her brief memory.

She looked down at herself, the once spotless maid's dress was now soaked in blood and covered with charred holes.

It's not etiquette at all, but it doesn't matter anymore.

The pouring rain was still pouring down, washing away her mangled body, pools of blood and mud beneath her feet.

The thunder faded away, and the stormy night began to slowly become silent, and the rain seemed to be gradually becoming lighter.

When Enoan finally arrived at the gates of the Count's Palace, the Count's family was stunned.

Her body was covered with large and small wounds, some of which were deep and boneless, and still gurgling with red blood, but there was no trace of pain on her face.

“……”

Their eyes widened as they looked at the bloodied maid in front of them, and they didn't know how to speak for a moment.

"It's all right."

Inuoan's voice did not fluctuate.

As when she first arrived at the Earl's Court, everything was strange.

After the pitch-black magic book was crushed by her and completely incinerated, all the demons also came to their senses.

She threw Beelzebub's body out like garbage.

There is a butler in Count Baptiste's mansion, and the aristocratic circle on the north bank of Huadu knows that he is very strong, and it is very good to explain how their family defeated the culprit demon, so there is no need for her to teach Count Baptiste anything, the family should naturally deal with it next.

"Get out the employment contract."

She looked at Count Baptiste and said coldly.

The Count of Baptiste immediately ran back to the mansion, and it was not long before he found a deed and handed it to her.

It's just a work contract, it doesn't limit much, and if the Bishop of Destruction wanted to kill them, he could have done it a long time ago.

Enoan took the contract, and soon the book was burned to ashes and scattered into the air.

"We don't have anything to do with it from then on."

Enoan said, ready to turn around.

"Enoan!"

A call broke the dead silence, and Christina, pale, rushed impatiently, tears blurring her beautiful eyes.

Feeling tired, she managed to wake up despite the severe pain all over her body.

She always had the feeling that if she didn't wake up at this time, she might never see Enoan again.

But to her surprise, Enoan took a step back, avoiding Christina's arms.

She glanced at the girl indifferently.

"Miss, please respect yourself."

Inuoan's voice was cold and piercing, as if he was stating something that had nothing to do with him.

"But...... But why? Inuoan, you're so badly injured, let me help you bandage ......"

Christina's voice choked, she was sure that Enoan remembered her, but her attitude at the moment was like she didn't remember, and Christina's crystal tears could not stop flowing down her cheeks.

“……”

"Enoan, don't leave, as long as you continue to be Innoan, don't change back, no matter who you were before, I will treat you as Innoan and stay by my side, okay?"

Unable to control her surging emotions any longer, Christina took two steps closer to Enoan.

She felt that if she didn't keep it at this time, she might never see Enoan again.

Now Inuoan's body is full of a sense of distance from her who is not a world.

"No need, I've already paid you back the money for your medicine."

Inoan didn't answer her, just let the rain wet her hair and cover her forehead.

"Enoan, I can cure you, I'll go buy you the best medicine, and soon you will recover! You don't want to go, okay? ”

Christina burst into tears and grabbed Enoan's shoulder with all her might.

"Fuck off."

Enoan threw Christina away, causing Christina to fall to the ground.

Indifference once again hung over her face, as if she had already severed this fruitless feeling.

"Enoan!"

Christina cried and got up.

She tried to grab Enoan's hand, but all she could do was a cold nothingness, and her delicate wrist trembled with grief.

Obviously, Enoan saved her, but also broke the contract, and wanted to break off the relationship with them.

Otherwise, once this contract is found by the security agencies of the United Council of Kingdoms, the analysis of the magical properties on it may also involve accusations of assisting the Resurrection Church.

"Goodbye, Christina."

Enoan still couldn't stand the cry after all.

She turned around, smiled meaninglessly, and vanished.

……

Posen Demon Realm.

The northernmost part of this traumatized city.

When the downpour gradually weakened into a drizzle, and the sky began to glow white, a figure always stood on top of a broken wall.

The shattered curtain behind him was no longer showing.

Ranchi's emerald green eyes, as clear as a lake, stared into the distance, with a hint of compassion and exhaustion in his eyes.

He seemed to be pondering, and seemed to be waiting for something.

Suddenly, a blazing red light pierced through the layers of dark clouds, like a red comet about to erupt, and fell straight towards the vicinity of Ranch.

The red light stopped dozens of meters away from Lanchi, and the dazzling red flames dissipated, revealing a figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

It's Enoan.

She was still scarred, her spotless clothes soaked in blood, and she had become almost a tattered flag that had been battered by countless storms.

But there was an unprecedented sense of calm and relief in her eyes, as if she had lifted a thousand pounds of burden.

She looked at Lanchi quietly, a barely noticeable smile on her lips, as if greeting an old friend she hadn't seen in a long time.

Gradually, the rain began to weaken.

The wind stopped howling, and the rain became lighter.

They land softly on the ground, making a subtle rustling sound.

Above the ruins of the Posen Demon Realm, although it was still dark, the sky was about to dawn.

"You're here."

Enoan said as he looked at the brown-haired and green-eyed figure.

"I guess you're probably coming to me."

Ranchi sighed and shook his head.

If it was Bishop Ivanos, he would have run away.

After all, it would be no good for her to stay in the flower capital of Parrieux any longer.

But if it were Ivanos now, it would be possible to make some choices that she wouldn't have considered before.

"Because when you don't just give up on Christina and run away, but save her and kill Beelzebub, it's proof that you've changed."

Lanchi looked at Enoan, a hint of mixed emotions flashing in his eyes.

It can only be said that there may be necessity in chance.

If Beelzebub had not been of that character, he would not have woken up the Bishop of Destruction.

And for Bishop Doom, after getting used to the life of Enoan, she probably preferred not to remember who she was all the time.

It was like a fallen gentle country for her.

But encountering Beelzebub, the mirror engraved with sin, the memory that she had to return, and being awakened, was her punishment.

"The world is full of retribution and retribution."

Inuoan also muttered to himself.

She had only laughed when she had heard Loren say this in anger during the battle, but now she finally understood.

"Ivanos, from now on I will treat you as the Bishop of Destruction."

Her best bet is actually to escape from the Poson Kingdom, or to find a way to stay at Baptiste's house, but since she is here to find Lanchi, there must be only one answer.

Looking at Enoan's expression, and feeling the magic rising from Enuoan, Ranchi also understood what she meant.

There is one last battle to be fought today.

Now they are not in full form, and they can't say for sure whether they will win or lose.

Ivanos not only used the life-saving hole card [Ember on the Other Side] to save Christina, but also killed Beelzebub, which consumed most of his mana and life.

"Although you saved Baptiste's family, you saved many innocent civilians in Huadu...... But this does not mean that the murder in you can be remedied, and as I teach my students, in fact, you can't rely on the help of bad people......"

Rankie's brows were lowered, and only for this moment did his eyes carry a trace of pathos that he had never seen before.

If it were possible, he really didn't want it to be the Bishop of Destruction who saved Christina, and that she could save Huadu by her strength.

I don't want to be an enemy to kill at this moment.

But sometimes that's the case, and a lot of things can't be discerned by mere right or wrong.

"In my life, the concept of ethics is like bullshit, but talking to you is the only thing I do that is humane."

Enoan's hair blocked his right eye, and he tilted his head slightly,

"Rocky, I hate you and thank you for making me have a sweet dream."

She replied, with a hint of fatalistic calmness in her tone.

Today it's either she kills Rocky or Rocky kills her.

"Is this our last conversation?"

Ranchi spoke, his voice struggling to lift himself out of exhaustion.

Instead of choosing to surrender or ask for help, she decided to carry the villain through to the end at the last minute.

Fighting her is the only salvation that Ranch can give her.

"But it's not helpful to talk too much, let's get started."

Innovan said.

“……”

Talia was ready, too.

Perhaps this was the worst final battle they would face in the flower capital of Parrieux, and now she and Ranchi have gradually matured a little bit of their play, first using the low power consumption of the state to disrupt the opponent and attract the opponent's attention, and she showed up at the critical moment to complete the fatal blow.

It was a lot like the first time they had met at the Holy Silver Vine Arena.

Talia feels like if she wins once, she can win a second time.

On the ruins, an ominous cold wind rolled up.

The cold raindrops fell to the ground, turned into ripples and began to spread, and the final battle of life and death began!

As the wind danced, Enoan's figure turned into a blurred shadow and swept towards Lanchi like a ghost, and countless crimson gods began to gather around Enoan.

Her style of play has not changed in the slightest, and in an instant she wants to decide the winner and completely destroy her opponent.

“……”

In the face of this sudden attack, Lanchi's expression remained unchanged, as if he had previously relied on Taria's mental magic to suppress Ivanos.

For Taria, the spirit is the main line, and for Ivanos, who is the main fire and the vice spirit, the spirit is only the secondary system.

When Talia's mental force field collided with Ivanos, the two once again formed a control and counteract each other.

No one side has the upper hand.

It's exactly the same as their previous fight.

In the flash of light, the two looked at each other, but there was no longer any consternation.

The spiritual powers of Ivanos and Talia intertwined, collided, and canceled out in the air.

At this moment, in their eyes, time seemed to slow down, forming an invisible contest.

Ranchi's arms soared into the air like arrows from a string, the fingertips of his hands pointed to Enoan's heart, and his eyes were as sharp as blades, ready to cut through all the evil and darkness of the world.

They all know what they have fought in the Holy Silver Vine Arena before, and the next step is to fight the big move at close range.

But at this critical moment.

Enoan suddenly extinguished all the flames, and the magic condensed in his body dissipated.

She stood quietly in place, the corners of her lips pulling a touch of serenity, her eyes calm and calm, as if welcoming a dusty ending.

The gray rift went straight through her heart.

Until the gray crack burst, Enoan also spat out a mouthful of blood, slowly closed his eyes, and his body fell weakly, like a blood-red fallen leaf, falling lightly between the broken walls.

“……？”

Lanchi stared, not understanding why Inuoan had been defeated by him so easily.

"Ivanos? Why the hell are you? ”

Lanchi didn't understand for a moment, and asked her.

Talia even appeared directly, stopping Lanchi from continuing to approach Ivanos unsuspectingly.

However, Talia also knew that Ivanos probably didn't cheat.

The moment he saw that Lanch was going to kill her.

She gave up resistance.

With a smile on his lips, Ivanos lay on the ground, looking at the clouds in the sky where the sunrise could not be seen.

“……”

Blood was spilling from the corners of her mouth, and her eyes were gradually darkening.

She neither cried nor laughed, nor did she answer Ranchi's question.

He died peacefully.

It's like the end of her life.

Only the [Primordial Stone Tablet-Fire] remained.

"Why is this ......?"

Ranch seemed to have figured out something gradually, perhaps too tired, and the sudden light was a little harsh, and he covered his forehead in bitterness.

The earth began to shake again, as if it had collapsed from the brief eighth-order battle between the two of them just now.

Talia hurriedly took the slate, grabbed Ranch out of the ruins, and led him to the more stable roof of the chapel in the distance.

The battle they fought just now was as much as the light rain at the moment compared to the heavy rain all night.

For the demons of Huadu, at best, it is just an alarm clock that moves a little bit in the early morning.

Perlman the Careerist and Beelzebub the Curse Spreader are dead.

Legend has it that the magic guide [Paroni's Record of Resentment] was also destroyed.

The demons in the Huadu area have all returned to normal.

Cities are starting to recover.

The people and demons who had taken refuge gradually came out of the shelter and re-set foot on this devastated land.

The sound of rain, the sound of water, the lights, the laughter of the aftermath, all kinds of sounds converge into a rainy night fantasy of the city that never sleeps, echoing for a long time in the sky above the flower capital of Parrieux.

"Lanchi, what's wrong with you?"

Talia looked at Lanchi and saw that he was indeed a little overloaded, more tired than she had imagined, and he was almost too sleepy to open his eyes at the moment.

"Do you know how to define despair?"

Ranch sat down on the roof, and at this moment even the sound was much more tired, looking at the clouds that drifted by from time to time in the sky, but were already lit.

Even if the flowers are still raining lightly, it will be sunny as the sun rises.

"I don't know."

Talia shook her head.

This kind of thing is often that Lanchi knows more, but Lanqi rarely takes the initiative to talk to her.

It seems that if Ivanos fights them to the end, Ranchi's mentality will still be good.

But instead he died so peacefully, which made Ranchi's heart very uncomfortable.

"There was such an experiment...... Let some guinea pig live a happy life, implant electrodes in its brain, record the cells it excites in happy times, then take its friends away, put it in a crutscaping, damp and cold space, keep shocking it, and after a while it will soak its head in a mixture of ice and water, and it can't escape, and it can't struggle, and after a while, it will despair. ”

Ranch spoke to himself, his eyes fixed on the distance.

"So how do you measure that it's really desperate? In case it is a small strong that cannot be beaten, the more you torture it, the stronger its spirit of resistance? ”

Talia listened intently, asking her questions.

She felt that Ranch was more tired than she had imagined, and her voice was half a minute softer than usual.

"There are two indicators."

Ranch continued,

"The first one is called the sweet water experiment, and after it is tortured, it is put back in the cage, and there are two kinds of water in the cage, one sweet water and one white water."

"Mentally healthy rats, the ratio of drinking sweet water to white water is eight to two, if it does not have psychological problems, in addition to liking to drink sweet, it will occasionally drink white water."

"If you put it back and drink five to five of the two types of water, we think there's something wrong with it."

"Why?"

Talia asked.

"I don't have a preference anymore, I have a taste for what I eat and drink."

Lanch looked at her and explained.

“……”

Talia seemed to understand that if one day she died, she would probably become like this.

If she hadn't met Ranchi at first, and when she went to Ixeryta, she found that Huberian had been killed, and she couldn't find her sister in the Cress Empire, then she might really have no choice but to take revenge.

"Of course, this one indicator is not enough."

Ranch took a deep breath and exhaled it again,

"The second one is called the tail suspension experiment, where the tail of the mouse is lifted up and its head is down, and the mentally healthy mouse will roll up and struggle, and if it gives up everything, it will not resist, and it will have no desire to survive."

"After meeting these two indicators, it is indeed desperate enough."

Talia agrees.

At the moment, their chats are extraordinarily peaceful.

It's rare to be able to calm down and talk like this.

"Do you think there is any salvation after such despair?"

Lanch asked her.

"Is there a way to get it back?"

Talia asked curiously.

"Actually, there is."

Ranch nodded, but didn't give an answer.

Talia thought for a moment.

"Rescue it from this miserable environment, put it in a spacious and warm environment, give it all kinds of good things to eat, all kinds of fun things, eat what you want, play what you want, and be absolutely safe, with friends by your side?"

She guessed uncertainly.

Ranch just looked at her and didn't speak.

Even without having to tell her the answer, she understood it in an instant.

"It can't be saved."

Lanch said.

Talia's hesitation in answering meant that she knew none of the above would work.

"How can I save it?"

Talia frowned.

"Remember when you first had a happy time, you put electrodes in it? As long as the nerve cells that are marked are stimulated repeatedly, that is, the good memories that awaken them, it can be completely cured in just a few days and nights. ”

Even if he didn't have to go on, he believed Talia understood.

What can save the soul is not the sensual pleasure of the moment, but the good times that have been had.

So a happy childhood is important.

"The first moment I saw Inuoan, I understood that she had never had a beautiful moment in her heart since she was a child, she didn't know what happiness was, and she didn't have a childhood that could heal her life."

Ranch thinks so.

When he was to Sigrid at the beginning, he didn't care what kind of childhood experience Seagrid had in the past, and he firmly believed that as long as he brought her more good memories, even if one day Sigrid faced ups and downs or lost herself, as long as she recalled the past, this memory in her heart might also give rise to hope and let her live firmly.

The same is true for Innovans.

The moment she woke up without memory, she was like a pure white baby.

Naturally, Ranch will follow through on the idea.

But he didn't know what this brief light in the eternal darkness would be to Innoan.

Recalling the beginning of Enoan, she would pursue desires and vent wantonly, and she also knew how to struggle, no matter how embarrassed she was, she was desperately trying to survive.

But after Lanch's rescue, she finally wanted that everything would not be difficult to achieve, but she chose to die.

"It turned out that what I gave to Enoan was not salvation, but real despair...... She used her death to tell me that sometimes there are people I can't save. ”

Lan Qi muttered to himself, his eyes clear, like a deep pool of water, reflecting the boundless sky.

"Tata, you win."

He admitted.

Their previous bet, Talia said was right, he was wrong.

Enoan died in a way that was most unacceptable to him.

He is so confident that he sometimes thinks he has won a perfect bet, but in fact it is just a failure.

“……”

But as Ranch had expected, Taria's smug sneer had not yet arrived.

Talia hugged his head and told him to rest on her chest and not think about anything.

"There is no such thing."

She whispered, as gentle as a mother to Huberian.

"You taught me to be steadfast."

She whispered in Lanch's ear,

"Any miracle has conditions for it to happen, and if you don't follow through, even the goddess of fate will not be able to favor you, so please continue to be firm, and when you hesitate, I will guide you."

“……”

Rankie's eyes widened, but he didn't move until his expression gradually relaxed.

On the roof, none of them spoke again.

Listen to each other's hearts quietly.

Ranch finally closed his eyes as if he had finally been trapped in his heart.

Dawn illuminates their figures from the clouds.

The rose windows of the church let in a faint blue light, and the rain trickled down the contours of the building, as if chanting an ancient aria.

Until the rain ceases and the fog clears, and the east is white.

(End of chapter)