Time rewinds about twenty minutes ago.

In a newly erected tent in the camp, young couples are sleeping side by side.

Then the young woman woke up violently, gasping for air.

Deville Pell wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and then touched his beating heart, and his heart palpitated.

The imminence of death during the day was too terrible for her.

I was obviously asleep just now, but the enemy's scimitar and the screams of the guards were all reproduced in my mind.

Very real, very bloody.

She even dreamed of her husband, who turned into a flesh skeleton and howled in the fire to tell her to go quickly.

Thinking of the scene in the dream, Deville subconsciously hugged his chest with both hands, and his body trembled slightly.

After a while, it stopped.

She looked at her husband next to her and saw that he was sleeping soundly.

There was no way, Charles was injured, although it was not fatal, but he lost a lot of blood and urgently needed to recuperate.

It was dark in the tent and there was silence around.

Fragments of the day, from time to time, flashed back in Deville's mind.

She used to love the quiet, but now she only felt panic.

She nudged her husband Charles lightly first, and then only snored lightly, without any reaction.

"I'm so scared, Charles, can you wake up......"

She muttered softly.

But the husband still didn't wake up.

Disappointed, Deville stood up and walked out of the tent.

Outside the tent, it was quiet, but around, there were guards patrolling, and they were holding torches, and the sound of walking around gave people a sense of reassurance.

Deville looked at the bright moon in the sky, felt a little cold, and subconsciously folded his arms.

She looked left and right, and saw that there was a high ground behind the camp, and there seemed to be no one, and the view there seemed to be good, and it seemed to be safe.

After a moment's hesitation, she walked there.

When she walked from the trail to the high ground, she found that there was still a person sitting in the grass.

She was about to leave when she saw the man turn around.

It's Hardy.

I don't know why, she walked over in a ghostly way.

Hardy sat in the grass, watched Deville come over, chuckled and asked, "Ms. Pell, you can't sleep either?" ”

Djole sat down beside Hardy, her hands folded, looking at the camp below, and nodding slightly.

Hardy looked at Deville, who was now wearing Lady Sissi's white dress, and with this frightened and uneasy look, there was a bit of a pitiful temperament.

Deville's previous temperament was relatively heroic, such a look, such a contrast, but also made Hardy feel very interesting.

"Lord Hardy, what are you doing here?" Deville asked slowly, staring down to the front.

"Have some late-night snacks." Hardy handed over the last piece of pastry: "Would you like some?" ”

DeVille shook her head, she rested her chin on her arm, and asked in a low voice, "Your Excellency Hardy, can we win this war?" ”

"I don't know."

Deville's already uneasy heart became even more panicked when she heard this, and she turned her head to look at Hardy: "Even you who are so powerful don't dare to influence the direction of the war?" ”

"No matter how strong I am, I'm just a person." Hadi withdrew the pastry in his hand: "And we are facing tens of thousands of people, even hundreds of thousands. ”

Hardy's voice is gentle and magnetic.

At least in Deville's opinion, that's the case.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Sort of." Hardy smiled and said, "But if you really fight, you don't know how to be afraid." ”

"I envy you brave people." Deville looked at his palm, and trembled visibly: "I'm very timid, and I'm also afraid of death, I usually pretend to be very fierce and spicy, but in fact, I'm a coward." ”

Hardy advised, "It's human nature, you don't have to be presumptuous, Ms. Pell. ”

"But I'm really scared." Deville looked at Hardy: "I can't sleep at all now, as soon as I close my eyes, the sky is full of blood rain, even if I barely fall asleep, I will wake up soon, I have had enough, what should I do, Lord Hardy." ”

"Don't think about it so much...... Want to have some fun......"

"Hold me."

Deville put his arms around Hardy's arm, his eyes revealing intense fear, but also a watery feeling.

It's a contradiction.

Hardy was stunned: "What did you say?" ”

"Hug me, please." DeVille put his arm around Hardy harder and harder, as if he didn't want to let go of him.

Hardy stared into Deville's eyes, and then realized that the other party was not joking.

It's to let yourself 'hug' her.

Hardy once read such a popular science article.

It is said that after humans are faced with death and narrowly escaped, the first and truest reaction is: estrus.

Or rather, the desire to reproduce.

Because the instinct of human beings is to perpetuate their DNA, and the fear of death is the best stimulus.

He had thought it was just a sensationalizing article, but judging by Deville's current state, it seemed to be true.

Seeing that Hardy didn't speak or move, Deville took the initiative to sit on his lap, and the two faced each other.

"Please." Deville burst into tears: "I'm so scared, so scared! ”

Hardy took a deep breath: "Your husband is down there. ”

"Be quiet, he can't hear it."

As he spoke, Deville unloaded his 'equipment' and then slammed the thick 'front armor' into Hardy's face.

"I only want a night of joy, please help me to dispel my fears, the great, handsome Lord Hardy."

Hardy took a deep breath.

He's not Megumi Yanagishita, and he can't do this kind of thing.

Under the silver moon, there has never been anything new.

It is nothing more than the spiritual exchange of men and women.

The grass swayed gently, and the pleasant female voice suppressed her volume, although it was late at night, it could not be far away.

Hardy has seen the customs of the Ajcca Empire, and he has also seen what it means to have flaming red lips.

It's really enthusiastic, and it's so refreshing.

Three hours later, DeVille returned to his tent.

It's not Hardy's limit, it's Deville's.

Her legs were now limp, but she still went to Hadi's tent and tested her body with clean water to remove the smell from her body.

Only then did he return to his tent.

Husband Charles, who was still asleep, had no idea what had just happened to his wife and what she had done.

Deville slept back on the carpet, the ultimate pleasure, bringing the ultimate peace of mind.

Then, as soon as she closed her eyes, a reassuring darkness struck.

In this dream, there is no more bloody wind and blood, and there is no fear of death.

She dreamed of her wedding three years earlier, in the church, dressed in a white dress and holding out her left hand to a man.

The man who put the ring on her was her husband.

It's Charles, but on closer inspection, it looks a lot like Hardy.

No matter which face she faces, it makes her feel warm and happy.

(End of chapter)