"Gambler spirit? It's the first time I've heard someone use that word to describe themselves. Cesare's expression didn't change, but there was a subtle throbbing in his heart.

It's a strange feeling to know that you've been being followed, but at the same time, there's an indescribable joy of being taken seriously.

Anya leaned back, bent over the horse, "Isn't life a gamble?" The girl replied to Cesare and said lightly, looking at the sky that was gradually dyed golden,

"When people are not satisfied with what they already have, they can't help but reach out and grasp the unknown, I just like to bet everything on the unknown future.

Whatever is there, what I can get, whether I will really make friends, I want to give it a try......"

"But what if you're wrong?" Cesare asked abruptly, then continued with some hesitation.

"If you get to know me as a person...... Maybe I'm just a bad person, maybe I'm no different from those powerful kids, I'm actually worried......

I'm worried that it's not worth sacrificing so much just to make friends with me......"

Cesare voiced the anxiety that had been hanging over him for a long time, and he knew that the question might be an offense to Anya, who was simply kind at heart.

Anya was certainly not injured so much to make Cesare blame, or to repay him.

But the thought of Anya's fingers and the girl's wounds, Cesare's torment of conscience forced him to ask the question, he wanted an answer, even if the other person might be angry about it......

Anya blinked her eyes and suddenly smiled, straightened up and sat back down.

"So you recognized me as your friend? Cesare-sama. ”

The girl smiled sweetly, seemingly not caring at all about Cesare's question itself, but only about the point she cared about in the question.

The answer was yes, but a simple affirmation was too much for Cesare, so he just remained silent, blushing and wrinkling the tip of his nose at the same time, before finally nodding silently in response.

Looking at Cesare's appearance, Anya chuckled softly, leaned sideways against Cesare's back, closed her eyes and enjoyed the warmth.

He tilted his head slightly, pressed against Cesare's shoulder, and breathed in the breath of his body, as if feeling his presence at the moment.

In the warm and quiet atmosphere, Anya suddenly called Cesare softly and spoke.

"You know what, Cesare-san, although I can seem to run around and can't shut me up anywhere, my family is still here......

But I'm far from being as free as you, it's not like you can choose your own destiny freely, you don't have to look at anyone's face, you don't have to be afraid of the arrival of a certain day, you just need to be yourself. ”

Anya whispered, as if to Cesare and to herself.

"So sometimes...... I really envy you. ”

Cesare's words were a little confused for a moment, and he couldn't understand the meaning of this sudden sentence, but he could also hear that there was something in the words, and he couldn't think of a reason, so he could only ask tentatively.

"You won't hide anything from me, will you, Anya?" Cesare asked, and Anya smiled mischievously, as if it were just a nonsensical joke, and was quickly forgotten in the ensuing small talk.

The horses moved at a steady pace along the road.

The road beneath your feet became wide and smooth, and after a few miles you saw the signage of the city of Karliu, which was the best symbol of the existence of civilization.

The journey was no longer a threat, and gradually they had reached the outskirts of Karlliu, where guards patrolled regularly, and as long as they followed the dirt road, they could quickly return to the city, and soon to their sister Closia.

In the final part of the journey, Cesare and Anya talked a lot, from the school experience to the adventure, and from the adventure to the past of the two of them.

I remember that when I rode the carriage into the forest from this road, it was Anya who was telling her story, and Cesare was the listener.

And when the two returned to the city from the same route again, it was Cesare's turn to talk about his childhood experiences in the castle, about the mysterious old count, and how lovely his little sister was when he was a child.

And Ilona before she became a flock of ravens, and countless little secrets that the castle doesn't know.

For the first time, Cesare also knew that it was easy and pleasant to share what he had experienced with others, and before he knew it, Cesare also began to understand Anya's usual happiness.

And this time, Anya was more of a listener, and the girl was very happy to listen to Cesare's story, and more importantly, she also liked to listen to Cesare's voice.

A friend who was really by her side, and that was the biggest reward for the adventure, Anya was glad that she had won the bet with fate, and accidentally looked at her finger.

As crazy as it sounds, for Anya, the lost chips are nothing in this rare happiness.

The two chatted until they got closer and closer to the Karl Stream, the road surface turned into a stone road for the city, and the city's unique buildings began to appear around it.

"It's finally back......," Cesare sighed, but as he rode his horse slowly into the streets of the city, the smell of sawdust and spices rushing into his nostrils, and the pavement, though still passing, was less popular than before.

If it weren't for the large number of buildings, Cesare would have thought he was still in the suburbs.

The road leading to the city centre is winding, narrow and crooked, lined with buildings and shops, and a large number of signboards have fallen a layer of dust that makes it impossible to see the type of shop.

Some roadside stalls have collapsed but are unattended, and many of the handicrafts being sold have been shattered on the road and become a glass residue.

There are also some fruit stalls that sit idle and wait to rot, only countless flies flutter on them, as if many citizens have inexplicably evaporated from the world.

Occasionally, buildings can be seen collapsing, dried bloodstains, and passers-by hurrying back and forth and leaving, as if they are afraid of something, disappearing into view.

In addition to the flies flying around in the sky, the once prosperous city has become dead silent, and the civilized territory of the Hunyati Forest, which has always looked down on it, is now very similar to the style of the forest, which makes Cesare's memory a little confused.