In the white and quiet European-style decoration room, several silver lamps are bright and bright, exuding a pure white glow.

The room wafts with the faint scent of lavender, and the marble floor is covered with a soft plush carpet.

Gwen finished her training, hurriedly washed off the sweat from her body, changed into a lazy white robe, and coiled her long silver hair.

Her face was expressionless, her hands tensed, and she held a glass of crystal clear water.

Kevlar stood beside her, picked up his teacup, and poured it into the empty cup on the table.

"Thank you."

A cold voice came from the other side of the coffee table.

Kevlar smiled, took the teapot, and turned to leave.

It's just that there is a little displeasure in that smile.

Victor picked up the glass of water, brought it to his mouth, and took a sip.

The warm current slid down his throat and into his abdomen, and the whole person seemed to be surrounded by a warmth.

Only then did he slowly raise his head and look at Gwen, who was sitting next to him with an expressionless face.

And Kevlar, who had put the teapot away, also walked back, leaned against the door, and looked at Victor with his arms crossed:

"Tell me, brother-in-law."

"What the hell is going on?"

When I first met Victor, I suddenly heard that I was going to ask her to pass the word.

Kevlar agreed.

But when Victor wanted her to pass on a "I'm sorry" to Gwen, she was stunned.

Could it be ..... What did Victor do outside to sorry Gwen?

So much so that when Victor came in, she was still a little angry in her heart.

Only when her gaze fell on Gwen, she sighed again.

Even after Gwen heard those words conveyed before, until now, her face was still expressionless.

In her somewhat hollow eyes, Victor was still alone.

Kevlar's heart couldn't help but feel a sense of pity.

Her sister seemed a little too pitiful.

At this time, Victor put down the teacup, straightened his body, and looked at Gwen's dull gaze seriously:

"First of all, Gwen, I'm going to say I'm sorry to you."

Kevlar frowned and rolled her eyes.

Alas, it's okay, Victor.

Knowing you're sorry for Gwen, let's get to the point.

However, Victor suddenly stood up and looked at Kevlar earnestly again.

The obsidian-deep pupils made her feel a little overwhelmed.

"And you, Miss Kevlar."

"I'm sorry to you, too."

Victor bowed to Kevlar again.

Even the one-eyed black crow above his shoulder joined its owner in placing its wings on its chest and bowing slightly.

It's like an apology.

At this point, Kevlar was even more overwhelmed.

She craned her neck slightly, opened her mouth, blinked, and stared blankly at Victor.

Well? Yes? Wrong......

Wait a minute?

What do you have to be sorry for me!?

Suddenly, she felt a chill rise up her spine, a sense of danger like being watched by a hunted beast.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and glanced cautiously towards Gwen.

Sure enough, a hint of coldness swept through Gwen's empty eyes.

Like a cold wind that engulfed thousands of miles, Kevlar felt a piercing crisis.

She hurriedly explained:

"No, Gwen, listen to me, there is absolutely no ...... between me and Victor"

The next second, in her gaze, she suddenly saw a burst of magical light.

Kevlar's voice paused, and he couldn't help but look in Victor's direction.

I saw Victor wave his hand, and a blue light array suddenly appeared in the air.

With a thud, a set of silver-white armor crashed to the floor.

The huge impact caused the entire mansion to shake slightly.

Kevlar stood there dumbfounded, staring at the silver armor.

Uh, why is this thing familiar?

Gwen's gaze was even more fixed on the armor, her eyes motionless, as if she was completely stuck to the armor.

Finally, Kevlar's gaze gradually became solemn:

"This ...... Could it be ......?"

Victor calmly sat back down and nodded affirmatively:

"That's right."

His voice was low and solemn:

"This is Uncle Angus's [Snow Mastiff Armor]."

As these words fell, the warm atmosphere of the entire mansion was suddenly lowered several degrees.

Both Kevlar and Gwen fell silent.

Kevlar slowly tilted his head, staring at the bright silver lights in a daze, and the expression on his face became uncontrollable.

This snow mastiff armor is the armor of her and Gwen's father, Angus Delin.

This armor followed his father through countless storms and snowfalls, and through hundreds of battles.

The powerful cold it contains can even activate a person's violent bloodline, giving it strength beyond ordinary people.

It's just that only in the cold winter can this armor exert its most powerful power.

Angus is known as the "Snow Mastiff Knight", in large part because of this set of armor.

This armor, along with Angus's death, was placed in his tomb.

Burial with him with this beloved armor that accompanied Angus for half his life can be regarded as a kind of affectionate burial for him.

Although what he did did not fully comply with the rules of justice of the knights.

After all, he had seen many of the Northerners in danger and didn't care.

But no matter what, Angus is also a great knight who guards the North.

For Gwen and Kevlar, no matter what, it was their father.

Victor took out the armor, put it in front of their eyes, and said sorry to them several times.

What does this mean?

Everything speaks for itself.

Kevlar looked up, held back his emotions, and took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions.

After a long time, she lowered her head and looked at Victor, her eyes trembling and full of disbelief:

"So, you're going to dig up our family's grave, aren't you?"

Victor looked at her in silence.

After some contemplation, he nodded slowly.

Kevlar: "......"

She took a deep breath to soothe her dizziness.

Rubbing his temples gently, he asked Victor in a questioning tone:

"No, my father's grave is in the north, how did you run over and back?"

"I'm a mage, I'll teleport."

"Is this the point of the question?"

Kevlar was a little devastated.

Kevlar had a bit of a breakdown. No matter how controversial Angus's actions may have been during his lifetime, he was her and Gwen's father after all.

Victor didn't say a word, and ran over and quietly dug up the grave.

How should she, as a daughter, accept it?

Oh, it's not a silence, there is still a voice.

At least come back and apologize to them.

But that doesn't undo everything Victor did!

Kevlar covered her head and said in a daze:

"Then you meant to apologize to Gwen and me before, and that was what you meant about it?"

Victor nodded again.

Kevlar took a sharp breath and leaned against the wall:

"I thought you said sorry Gwen and I meant an emotional thing."

Now it seems that it is better for Victor to really do something to be sorry for Gwen.

Even if Victor did that, maybe Gwen would still be able to accept it.

As long as the reasons are reasonable, there may be a possibility of forgiveness.

But how can it be forgiven for digging up his father's grave?

The more Kevlar thought about it, the more he felt that today was a little unreal, and his eyes seemed to become hazy.

No, no, this must be a dream.

She shook her head, looking for an excuse to convince herself to accept what was happening.

But before Kevlar was about to speak, a cold voice suddenly came from in front of Kevlar:

"I forgive you."

Kevlar: "Huh? ”

No, how can this be forgiven all of a sudden?

My sister admits that you hold a lot of grudges against your father, but let's forgive me later, okay......

Kevlar leaned against the wall, staring blankly ahead, puzzled face written all over her face.

And just like that, without any explanation, he was forgiven?

What about motivation? The reason?

What did Victor do when he dug up their graves?

Hearing Gwen's forgiveness, Victor leaned back slightly, as if he had anticipated this answer.

But at this time, Gwen's gaze climbed to Victor's face.

"Anything else have you done to be sorry for me?"

Kevlar on the side seemed very surprised.

Because, she suddenly realized.

This is the first time that Gwen has taken the initiative to ask questions after the sudden change in personality.

Although this person is Victor.

Hearing Gwen's words, Victor looked up.

His eyes met Gwen's.

He could clearly feel that Gwen's gaze was pure.

As if it could penetrate the soul, it was like a dazzling light from the sky that pierced the haze.

After a long time, Victor's eyes did not waver in the slightest.

After taking a deep breath, he said in a firm tone:

"Nope."

"I can swear for you."

The room fell silent, surrounded by silence, and even the cold wind whistling outside the window seemed to have stopped.

Only the breathing of the two of them gradually quieted down, and the sound of heartbeat was particularly loud in the silence.

Gwen stared into Victor's deep obsidian eyes, as if her soul had caught a glimpse of some kind of jewel-like light in the deep darkness.

Suddenly, it was as if I noticed something.

The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and a gentle curve climbed up her cheek.

At this moment, Kevlar's eyes widened on the side.

Wait a minute......

Gwen She ...... Laughed!?

She's recovered?

Kevlar didn't say anything, she covered her mouth, a little incredulous at what was happening in front of her.

She didn't dare to disturb the two of them, and at this moment, the silence around her was almost excessive

In the huge room, only the breathing of the two people rose and fell rhythmically and synchronously.

After a while, Gwen's soft voice finally sounded in Victor's ears.

It's as if two rivers are entwined and gradually merging.

"I believe in you."