Hearing this, Gwen was stunned.

Just Hernie she ...... Said something.

Gwen looked stiff and felt a chill rush up her spine, the muscles on her face like hard rock.

There was a sudden burst in my head, as if I had encountered a thunderbolt from the blue, and it became blank.

It was a moment before Gwen came to her senses and stared at Hernie in front of her.

Hernie's cheeks were reddened like apples ripe in the sun, and her clear eyes looked earnestly at Gwen:

"Dimension...... Professor Victor is a very nice guy! ”

"I suppose you really like him, Miss Gwen, then please cherish him!"

Gwen was a little incredulous, opening her mouth and the hand on the longsword was a little dazed.

She looked at Hernie and asked:

"Hernie, you...... Why do you say that? ”

"Because I'm ...... I've experienced that feeling before. ”

"That feeling of forgetting someone important."

Hernie stroked her chest, her eyes glistening with tears, and she looked pitiful.

"I guess if you've been through something like this, it must be painful."

Gwen looked at Hernie's pitiful appearance, and her heart rippled.

Like a fragile and beautiful ice crystal that he couldn't bear to destroy, he hesitated.

She stood tangled in place, unable to utter a word.

Like Victor?

If it is Victor now, Gwen can say that she does like it.

For such a calm and strong, gentle and confident person.

Gwen admired it very much, even to the point of reverence.

Hernie stared at her and shook her head:

"That's not right."

"Miss Gwen, I'm talking about another kind of liking."

It is an extremely sweet feeling, longing to be with the beloved at all times, and longing to be completely one with the other person.

The blazing heart could barely bear the exuberant emotion, like the endless anticipation of the spring gushing and bursting out.

Gwen listened to Herney say this, and put her arms on her chest, lost in thought.

Was she as exaggerated as Herney said?

Naturally, there is none.

But there was a burning impulse in my heart.

After her lost memories regained, she really wanted to find Victor right away to witness his existence.

Just as this thought flashed through her, Gwen suddenly had an epiphany.

Wait a minute!

Remembering before, she hurried down the roads of Breston.

Isn't that how it feels in my heart?

"Miss Gwen."

"If you really like Professor Victor, I hope you will be honest with him."

A beam of morning light pierced the clouds, dappled light and shadow through the colorful glazed windows of the Clevenner mansion.

It was as if a trace of tiredness spread from her body, spreading to Gwen's silver-white armor.

There was a soft glow in Hernie's lake-clear eyes, but she looked at Gwen with a little sadness:

"I don't want to see him again, taught him, forgotten by important people again."

Gwen froze in place, standing as still as a wood carving, and did not respond.

And Henney continued:

"Then you need to go on your own, and you can find the professor in the backyard, not far from the grassland."

Gwen nodded subconsciously, her heart was like an open window, mixed with flavors, indescribable.

She could only take a step, follow Hernie's guidance, and walk towards the trance light, heading forward.

Bang, bang, bang.

The sound of footsteps from Gwen's armor and planks colliding with each other echoed through the silent mansion, clear and crisp.

The voice quickly faded away, and Gwen's white figure walked out of the mansion in the morning light.

Hernie stood there, staring at Gwen's determined back, biting her lip.

I can't help but ask:

"Mr. Crocodile, am I doing it right?"

A dull and slightly hoarse voice fell silent for a moment, and then spoke:

"As a demon, I must say, you are not qualified enough."

Hernie wasn't surprised by the inner voice's answer.

After all, it's the voice of a raging demon.

Demons are all selfish, but Hernie is different.

She doesn't completely disregard others for her own sake.

Naturally, the demon could not accept such an act of Hernie either.

In Heney's heart, Wrightton snapped his mouth shut and rolled over.

Both nostrils puffed out, a little helpless, and its bulging body deflated like a deflated ball.

Still, it begins to discover that a very interesting scene is happening.

When Gwen was completely gone, the sound of the door closing slammed startled Hernie, who was standing still.

She gradually came to her senses, raised her head, and stared blankly at the colorful windows of the Clevenna mansion, bewildered.

Hernie suddenly felt that this place, she no longer seemed to have a place to stand.

Out of nowhere, a cold stream gushed out of nowhere, flowing through Heny's heart.

The aggrieved emotion instantly occupied her heart, and in the corner where no one was watching, the corners of Hernie's eyes moistened a little.

She couldn't do it yet.

Sacrificing the happiness of others for the sake of fulfilling one's own desires.

It's still too difficult for Hernie.

Or rather, simply impossible.

Sharp pain thrust into Hernie's hot heart like pins and needles, and the cold snapped in.

The hot and abundant emotional warmth, even if it is wrapped in a heart full of scars, has nowhere to release.

Hernie could only curl up in the corner, silently feeling the intense pain caused by the intertwining of cold and heat, constantly extinguishing the fire in her heart.

In this way, try to let her skin warm and soothe her wounds.

And in order to give up the person she loves, Hernie had to do it.

She buried her head between her knees and wept bitterly.

The mansion was remarkably quiet, except for the faint sound of sobbing, echoing through the empty floors.

……

Gwen quickened her pace and ran quickly across the prairie.

After hearing Herney's words, Gwen's mood has never been so warm.

Want to find Victor right away, want to know right away......

His mind.

Eventually, the sound of the wind passed through Gwen's ears, leaving her standing still.

She saw the huge, brilliant silver-white tree, its silver branches shimmering like stars.

In the breeze, the branches sway gently.

Gwen looked up and looked ahead again.

The back of the man in a black trench coat was standing under the sacred tree.

He had his hands in his pockets, and on his shoulders stood the familiar crow.

It's not far away, but it doesn't feel like Gwen can touch it.

She held out a hand, trying to call out the other's name.

"Dimension ......"

The voice was blocked in his throat, but he couldn't make a sound anyway.

It took her one night to run from the royal capital to Breston.

Just to confirm whether Victor exists.

And now, she had actually seen Victor.

Gwen has been able to feel at ease.

But now, why?

Feel the sensation coming from your heart, pounding.

Gwen had never been so nervous.

Her experience since she was a child was destined to leave her with no feelings, however, this dull relationship was revived by Victor.

Because of this, the person she ever hated the most?

'Like? ’

After leaving Herney, this moment Gwen was finally able to calm down and think about the current thought.

I want to reach out to him.

I want to get close to him.

I really want to see him every day.

Is this a liking?

However, that joy was mixed with more confusion and confusion.

It's like a child who has never learned to swim and wants to step on a stone to try to cross a river.

For the future, there is ignorance and confusion.

Gwen's outstretched hand slowly fell.

No......

She's a knight.

Just as when she was confused, she met the emperor.

That His Majesty had said the same thing to her.

"As a knight, never, don't question yourself."

As if to see the light of day, Gwen strengthened her will.

No matter what lies ahead, she has to ...... after all

Try to get close to the person in front of you.

She held out her hand again and shouted.

"Victor! I ......"

Suddenly, she suppressed her voice.

It's as if it was forcibly cut off by something.

Gwen could no longer utter half a sentence.

The pitch-black ink climbed from the heart and rushed down the consciousness to the brain.

She saw it clearly.

In the sea of consciousness in her mind, she could see clearly.

The golden scales that have always been in my head.

Smeared with a pitch-black dirt.

It's like a piece of pollution.

As it went dark, it was as if it had suffered some kind of influence.

Gwen's eyes went black and she lost her last consciousness.

The last moment she collapsed on the ground, she seemed to see it.

A figure in a trench coat was looking at her, with a calm but somewhat soft look.

At this point, she finally closed her eyes.

……

"Sure enough."

"It's inevitable."

"How could He give up this perfect divine vehicle so easily?"

——

"Plans have changed, Vega."

"I'm going to—"

"Kill them all."