August is gone!?

When the nobles heard this, they looked around the wheat fields.

But in the golden wheat fields, not even the shadow of August could be captured.

That's when I realized.

August had already taken advantage of the chaos just now and fled.

The crowd was annoyed when they saw this.

How?

How could you still let August run away?

Although the nobles present were already very clear.

This incident was calculated by Earl Laurien alone.

Auguste's crimes, however, could not be remedied.

He deliberately led the subhumans to destroy the royal city, killing thousands of innocent people by the hands of the subhumans, turning their corpses into blood slaves.

Even, those nobles who were killed by blood slaves turned into vampires.

Therefore, the nobles present hated Auguste more than the earl.

If it weren't for August's crazy behavior, they would not have experienced today's round of life and death.

And now, the count is dead.

Even the bodies of the vampires that were carrying them turned into ashes and dissipated into the air.

The flesh in the body also returned to the earth, and the souls of the soldiers and innocent people who died in the line of duty also rose to the sky for salvation.

But Auguste's life and death are unknown, and he doesn't know where he has gone.

Whether in life or in death, the people are bound to see his man.

To live to see people, to die to see corpses.

Even if it is a corpse that is seen, August must be punished for today's events!

Under the anger of everyone, Victor's indifferent voice sounded in everyone's ears.

"He can't run far."

As soon as these words came out, many nobles calmed down.

When Victor kills Count Laurien, everything settles.

Everyone present had nothing but respect for him.

At this time, Victor walked in front of Prisis step by step.

He lowered his head and looked at the other man.

The girl was quietly half-collapsed in the wheat field, tears streaming down her face.

Although her skin was as white as porcelain in the sun, she looked extremely haggard.

Sensing someone coming towards her, Prisis looked up.

A pair of blood-red eyes were filled with tears, and his face was full of tears to see Victor.

The weak but doubtful voice revealed the deepest pain:

"Why?"

"I am the one who should have been sacrificed. I am the one who made the mistake. But why? ”

Prisis was destined to be miserable.

Her mother fought hard for her, and her father was also broken for her.

As she herself believes, it is clear that she was born by mistake.

Why continue her mistake?

She couldn't figure it out, she couldn't figure it out at all.

Prisis looked at Victor and opened her mouth.

The corners of her eyes once again overflowed with tears, crossing her fair face:

"Why? Mr. Mage? Aren't you supposed to save my mother? ”

Choked words, squeezed out of the throat.

She could only sit limply on the wheat field, letting the breeze stir her black dress.

Victor's face was expressionless, and his tone was indifferent:

"The person your parents want to save has always been you."

"Don't let them down."

Above the sky, the faint sun was still red.

The light fell on the wheat field, and the golden waves still swayed.

But the sound of the noise was buried by the sound of the wind, and thousands of maple leaves were swept into the sky, and they were red.

.....

Hilda held August in her arms, as weak as a ghost in the wind.

Stepping on the endless golden wheat fields, I ran hard towards the outside of Surburn.

The surroundings were extremely quiet, and the crisp snapping sound of chaotic footsteps stepping on the ears of wheat kept ringing.

The two stumbled like headless flies in the golden wheat fields.

But no one knows how terrifying the scope of that magic is.

When Hilda looked up, all she could see was a field of golden wheat in the distance.

"How...... Or a wheat field? ”

Hilda cursed under her breath, her gaze fixed on the front as if looking for an exit.

Under Hilda's tutelage, August's steps were as heavy as machinery.

There was nothing in his eyes, just staring at the layers of wheat fields.

The palace of pride in his heart had completely collapsed at this time.

Golden shards littered the rugged ground, and he was buried in the ruins.

August could not accept it.

Where did he lose?

It's better to die there directly, and it's a hundred.

In a drowsy thought, he let Hilda pull his body and continue to run forward.

Along the way, Hilda weaves through waist-high wheat fields, swinging her blade to slash a path ahead.

Look back from time to time to see if any pursuers are catching up.

The sun crept down from the sky, and as the light dimmed, the golden color of the wheat fields gradually deepened.

The two of them ran for an unknown amount of time, and finally, they finally made their way through the wheat field and into a forest.

In this silent world, only the breath of the two of them and the sound of their armor clashing with each other.

The animals of the forest scattered in a panic because of their coming.

Sensing that it might be safer, Hilda placed August next to the roots.

August leaned feebly against the trunk.

His eyes were still empty and glazed, as if he had not yet recovered from the divine magic.

And Hilda, on one knee, knelt in front of August:

"Your Majesty, please cheer up."

But at this time, Auguste couldn't listen to any words, and there was only confusion in his empty eyes.

"Your Majesty!"

August still didn't respond.

Hilda couldn't take it anymore, and directly reached out and pulled it towards Auguste.

Syllable!

A crisp sound sounded in the forest, and some animals that were still watching the excitement fled from the place.

August was beaten back to his senses by this slap, and only heard a loud roar from Hilda:

"August!"

Auguste's eyes were clear, and he looked up and saw Hilda, and then at the dark and quiet forest around him.

"Here...... Where? ”

"It's the wilderness, and we've escaped."

Hilda looked at Auguste, distress and pain intertwined in her eyes.

"Why are you the way you are?"

"Let me, stranger."

Once Auguste, it was never like this.

He was the most gifted genius in the academy, and at a young age, he had already reached the rank of third-order warrior.

Be friendly and caring.

At that time, Auguste, in Hilda's eyes, was like the brightest star in the sky.

During that time, the relationship between the two was extraordinary.

Until the early death of the previous king, Auguste was forced to ascend the throne early.

Overnight, it was not known what the new king had endured, which made his temperament completely change.

He wasn't Hilda's familiar face anymore.

After he became king, Auguste observed that his gaze around him became more and more gloomy, more and more like a dictator.

His mind became more and more unpredictable.

Until now, he even wants to kill everyone, just for his dominance.

Hilda understood him, and the untimely death of the king undoubtedly had a huge impact on him.

Moreover, the previous king did not leave anything for Auguste either.

Under the change of power, the nobles who served the old king naturally did not believe in Auguste, who had no merits.

So much so that he stood in the position of king, but he became less and less dominant.

August looked at Hilda quietly, and after his defeat, he laughed calmly:

"I am the king, Hilda."

"The Samuel royal family has been passed down for so many generations, passed to me, and was hastily taken over by me."

"I can't let the royal family fall into my hands."

He was still too young to be convinced by more people.

"Thank you, Hilda, for taking me away."

August's gaze lost his former pride and looked at Hilda with a soft gaze.

In a trance, Hilda seemed to feel it, and they seemed to have returned to the time when they were still in the Star Academy.

August reached out and stroked Hilda's face, pale with grief:

"But at least, I still have you."

Hearing August say this, Hilda's cheeks flushed.

His words went straight to Hilda's heart, awakening the concern and anticipation in her heart.

But suddenly, there was a restlessness in the forest.

Hilda reacted instantly, straightened up, drew the long blade at her waist, and quickly turned to look in the direction of the abnormal sound.

With bated breath, a familiar figure appeared in front of Hilda's eyes.

Hilda breathed a sigh of relief after seeing who was coming.

It was her sister, Joanna.

"Joanna, why did you come along?"

Hilda was about to put away her blade, but she sensed something was wrong.

"Didn't I tell you to stay there and not run around?"

Naturally, she said Victor.

The golden wheat field is filled with incomparably powerful and divine power.

Her sister stayed there and was absolutely safe.

But that was for Joanna and her.

But Auguste was different, and if Hilda didn't take him away, he would be eaten alive by the angry nobles.

Joanna looked at Hilda quietly, and suddenly, an extremely strange darkness flashed in her indifferent eyes.

"I'm here to take you and His Majesty August back."

Before Hilda could react, in the blink of an eye, Joanna's body suddenly turned into an afterimage.

Hilda felt only a gust of cold wind pass by, and she couldn't help but froze for a moment, then clenched the hilt of her sword in her hand.

But with that cold wind, the blade in his hand felt a burst of unknown power.

The blade of the flickering cold light shattered instantly, reflecting Hilda's wide-eyed eyes and Joanna's flickering figure.

When Hilda came to her senses, she held an empty hilt in her hand.

And Joanna had flashed behind her, standing between her and Auguste.

She held the cold blade of her sword, and with the tip of her sword, lifted Auguste's jaw.

Under Hilda's shocked eyes, Joanna was expressionless.

A crow's phantom shadow lit up in his eyes, and a cold voice echoed in the ears of the two:

"Don't resist."

"You are destined to not escape God's control."