But Anya ignored her voice, and jumped out of the broken window, the remaining glass on the window frame cutting through the girl's clothes.

In the blink of an eye, Anya disappeared into the night after Cesare, only the slow dripping of blood on the glass proved that everything that had just happened was real.

Everyone present was shocked by Anya's crazy actions, you know, the top floor of the castle is almost forty meters above the ground, and no one can jump from this height and be spared.

Ander's eyes widened as he stared at the broken window, gasping anxiously, he had no idea how bad things would turn out, and shouted at the man next to him.

"Don't be stunned, friends! Go down and find it! As soon as Ander's words fell, several black-clad people remembered their work from the astonishing scene, and several of them left the place and ran quickly downstairs.

At this time, only the silver-haired girl Ilona was left alone in the room, she gasped, and a series of complicated conditions made it difficult for her to calm her breath for a while.

Stepping on the shards of glass everywhere, I walked to the window step by step and looked at the night scene outside the castle, and I couldn't tell whether it was sadness or confusion in my eyes.

After a few moments, Ilona's eyes slowly hardened, she gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, turned and left the room, and disappeared into the darkness of the castle.

And outside the window of the castle.

The startled crows scattered in flocks, squeaking and screaming.

Anya glided down the tiles of the castle's eaves as fast as she could, her arms propped on her sides to slow down as much as she could.

The protective leather on the garment cracked and shattered under the friction of the heat, and soon the flesh of the arm cracked, leaving a terrible blood mark on the slope.

At the end of the slope, Anya adjusted her body and turned over nimbly, grabbed the eaves with both hands, and hung herself high in the air, observing the surroundings under her feet, which was still a fatal height from the ground.

Cesare, who had jumped before, had already landed, and although he had softened the impact on several protrusions of the castle structure, he was almost slapped into a puddle of flesh the moment he landed.

However, the mycelium on his body also immediately worked, re-weaving the flesh and skin on his body like threads, and it would not be long before he could stand again.

Time was pressing, and Anya swayed her body like a swing and jumped towards a platform protruding from the wall below, like a free bird flying in the air and rolling at the moment of landing, softening the impact.

Then she ran and jumped down again, and she used one balcony after another as a staircase with a huge span, jumping and dancing like a dexterous cat in more eaves and windows.

The girl's movements are smooth and natural, and in the night she becomes a dancer who stakes her life and rushes down the castle at breakneck speed.

When she finally approached the ground, Anya's body posture changed, and the soles of her feet were light and stable like a butterfly landing on a flower.

Her bright red hair fluttered in the air like a streamer, and her eyes sparkled and she looked back at the tall castle.

"It doesn't seem to be as hard as you think?" After praising himself in a self-muttering sentence, he patted the dust on his body, the clothes had become tattered after the continuous grinding and impact, and most of the bruises and scratches remained on the delicate skin.

But Anya didn't care about her insignificant wounds, which she knew were nothing compared to the suffering Cesare was going through at this moment.

Then he looked around for Cesare.

The night was dark, but the keen eyes still found a high-speed moving shadow in the darkness, and the beast ran in the direction of the forest, and Anya chased after it without saying a word......

The nights are always long, as if they can't wait for dawn, the cold wind is cold, and the moonlight is like water.

Both Anya and Hunyadi were overwhelmed by Cesare's infection, and everyone tried their best to get Cesare back for different purposes.

And Cesare himself......

From the moment he was confused with a high fever in the Count's room, he no longer knew what was going on.

There's one thing that may not matter.

Cesare had almost forgotten that he still had a ring with a family crest in his cloak, and remembered, it was also pure silver, with a crow motif on it, alluding to the family crest of the Hunyadi family.

This family ring is no simple one, Cesare once poured magic into it while working in Henry's shop, and it briefly evokes memories of his mother......

He had fantasized about using the ring so that Closia could see their real mother, but Cesare was not skilled in magic at the time, and he couldn't figure out how the ring worked, so he could only see a vague vision.

I didn't get a chance to try it again.

But Cesare didn't remember any of this anymore, but as always, he forgot the family ring in his cloak, and let it be entangled with the mycelium with him, and finally buried along with the consciousness of his brain......

I don't know how long it has been.

Cesare slowly woke up to the cold floor of the count's bedroom, but a soft, green ...... Grassland?

The sun is shining, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the surrounding is a gorgeous flower field filled with the fragrance of flowers, and the bright sun cares the earth.

And when I lay on the soft lawn, the clean soil is not even the slightest impurity, and everything looks full of life and beauty.

Nice...... It's simply not realistic.

Have you already left the castle? Cesare shook his head and tried to remember what had happened before he fell unconscious, but he couldn't remember anything other than the figures of Anya and Ilona and the sound of swords colliding.

When I tried to stand up, I found that my body was light and fluttering, as if it was just a thin layer of skin, and it would be blown away by the wind if I didn't pay attention to it.

Cesare felt more and more that something was wrong, that he must be in a dream or a feverish hallucination, that Anya was still dangerous, and that he had to wake up quickly.

He patted his head vigorously and tried to wake himself up from his dream, but the scene around him only trembled and trembled strangely, and the colorful flower fields twisted into the appearance of a gloomy forest in the blink of an eye.

The tall trees twisted like giants of darkness, stretching their foliage toward Cesare to choke him.

But soon in the blink of an eye, the terrible sight changed again, birds chirping in the flower fields, and pink roses were as delicate as silk and exuded a faint fragrance.

Cesare's head was starting to hurt again, but he at least knew that this was not reality, but something similar to what had happened in the dungeon, and that the hallucinations of trouble were haunting his mind, and this time he didn't seem to want to let him go easily.