Hearing these words, Gwen froze on the spot.
Heni... said something just now.
Gwen's expression was stiff, and she felt an icy cold rush up her back, and the muscles on her face were like hard rock.
There was a sudden explosion in my head, as if it had been hit by a bolt from the blue, and it went blank.
After a moment, Gwen came back to her senses and stared at Hernie in front of her.
Hernie's cheeks were slightly red, like apples ripened by the sun, and her clear eyes looked at Gwen seriously:
"Wei...Professor Victor is a very good person!"
"I think, if you really like him, Miss Gwen, then please cherish him!"
Gwen was in disbelief. She opened her mouth and her hand on the sword was a little confused.
She looked at Hernie and asked:
"Hernie, why...why do you say that?"
"Because I...I've experienced that feeling too."
"That feeling of forgetting someone important."
Heni touched her chest, with tears in her eyes, looking pitiful.
"I imagine if you've been through something like this, it must be very painful."
Gwen's heart felt ripples as she looked at Hernie's adorable look.
Like a fragile but beautiful ice crystal that couldn't bear to be destroyed, he hesitated.
She stood there tangled, unable to say a word.
Do you like Victor?
If we talk about Victor now, Gwen can say that she does like him.
For such a calm yet strong, gentle and confident person.
Gwen admired him very much, even to the point of admiration.
Hernie stared at her and shook her head:
"wrong."
"Miss Gwen, I'm talking about another kind of love."
It is an extremely sweet feeling, longing to be with the one you love all the time, wanting to be completely integrated with the other person.
The fiery heart could hardly bear the excitement, like the endless expectation of spring water surging and bursting out.
Gwen listened to Hernie say this, put her arms on her chest, and fell into thought.
Was she as exaggerated as Hernie said?
Of course there is none.
But there was indeed an extremely hot impulse surging inside.
After the lost memory was restored, she really wanted to find Victor immediately to witness his existence with her own eyes.
Just as this thought flashed across his mind, Gwen suddenly had an epiphany.
etc!
Recalling the time before, she was hurrying along the roads of Blython.
Isn’t that what you feel in your heart?
"Miss Gwen."
"If you really like Professor Victor, I hope you can be honest with him."
A beam of morning light passed through the clouds, passing through the colorful glass windows of the Cravenna Mansion, and cast mottled light and shadow on Hernie's body.
It was as if a trace of fatigue on her body was exaggerated and spread to Gwen's silver-white armor.
Hernie's lake-clear eyes shone with a soft light, but she looked at Gwen with a hint of sadness:
"I don't want to see Professor him forgotten by important people again."
Gwen froze on the spot, standing as still as a wooden sculpture, and did not respond for a long time.
And Hernie continued:
"Next, you need to go by yourself. You can find the professor in the backyard, not far away on the grassland."
Gwen nodded subconsciously, her heart like an opened window, with mixed emotions that were hard to describe.
She could only take steps forward, follow Heni's guidance, and walk forward towards the trance-like light.
Bang, bang, bang.
The sound of footsteps as Gwen's armor and wooden boards collided with each other echoed in the silent mansion, clear and crisp.
The sound quickly faded away, and Gwen's white figure also walked out of the mansion in the morning light.
Hermione stood there, staring at Gwen's firm back, biting her lip.
I can’t help but ask:
"Mr. Crocodile, did I do the right thing?"
A dull and slightly hoarse voice was silent for a moment, and then said:
"As a demon, I must say that you are not qualified."
Hernie was not surprised by the answer from her inner voice.
After all, this is the voice of a raging demon.
Devils are all selfish, but Hernie is different.
She will not completely disregard others for her own benefit.
Naturally, the devil cannot accept Heni's behavior.
In Hernie's mind, Lightton snapped her mouth shut and rolled over.
Its two nostrils were snorting, a little helplessly, and its bulging body deflated like a deflated rubber ball.
Nonetheless, it begins to reveal something very interesting is going on.
After Gwen had completely left, the sound of a door slamming startled Hernie, who was standing still.
She gradually came back to her senses, raised her head, and stared blankly at the colorful windows of Cravenna Mansion, at a loss.
Heni suddenly felt that she no longer seemed to have a foothold in this place.
A cold stream gushes out of nowhere and flows through Hernie's heart.
The feeling of grievance instantly occupied her mind. In the corner where no one was observing, the corners of Heni's eyes were a little moist.
She can't do it yet.
To fulfill one's own desires at the expense of the happiness of others.
It was still too difficult for Hernie.
In other words, it's simply impossible.
Sharp pain penetrated Hernie's hot heart like a needle, and a cold wave took advantage of it.
The hot and rich emotional warmth has nowhere to be released, even if it is wrapped in a heart full of scars.
Heni could only huddle in the corner, silently feeling the severe pain caused by the intertwining coldness and heat, constantly extinguishing the fire of anxiety in her heart.
In this way, he tried to let the warmth of his skin comfort her wounds.
And in order to give up the person she loved, Henny had to do this.
She buried her head between her knees and cried bitterly.
The mansion was extremely quiet, with only the faint sound of sobs echoing among the empty floors.
…
Gwen quickened her pace and ran quickly on the grassland.
After hearing what Hernie said, Gwen's mood had never been so warm.
I want to find Victor immediately, I want to know immediately...
His thoughts.
Finally, the sound of wind gradually passed through Gwen's ears, making her stand where she was.
She saw the huge and brilliant silver-white tree, its silver branches shining like stars.
In the breeze, the branches sway gently.
Gwen raised her head and looked forward again.
The figure wearing a black windbreaker was standing under the sacred tree.
He had his hands in his pockets and the familiar crow stood on his shoulders.
The distance was not far, but it made Gwen feel untouchable.
She stretched out a hand and wanted to call out the other person's name.
"dimension……"
The sound was stuck in his throat, but he couldn't make a sound no matter what.
She spent one night running from the capital to Braxton.
Just to confirm whether Victor exists.
But now, she has actually seen Victor.
Gwen was able to feel at ease.
But now, why?
Feel the sensation coming from your heart, pounding.
Gwen had never been so nervous.
Her childhood experience destined her not to have any kind of feelings. However, this dull feeling was revived by Victor.
Because of this, the person she has ever hated the most?
'like? '
After leaving Hernie, at this moment, Gwen was finally able to calm down and think about the current idea.
Want to contact 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, trying to cross the river by stepping on stones.
There is a lot of ignorance and confusion about what lies ahead.
Gwen's outstretched hand slowly fell down.
No……
She is a knight.
Just like when she was confused, she met the emperor.
The same thing His Majesty once told her.
"As a knight, never doubt yourself."
As if the clouds and mist were parting to see the sun, Gwen strengthened her will.
No matter what lies ahead, she will eventually...
Try to get closer to the person in front of you.
She reached out her hand again and called out.
"Victor! I..."
Suddenly, she suppressed her voice.
It was as if it was forcibly cut off by something.
Gwen could no longer utter another sentence.
The dark ink climbed up from the heart and flowed into the brain along with the consciousness.
She saw clearly.
She could see clearly in the sea of consciousness in her mind.
That golden scale that has always existed in my mind.
A streak of pitch-black dirt was smeared on it.
It's like it's contaminated.
Following the darkness, it seemed like he was under some kind of influence.
Gwen's vision went dark and she lost her last consciousness.
She seemed to see it in the last moment when she collapsed on the ground.
A figure in a windbreaker was looking at her with calm but somewhat soft eyes.
At this point, she finally closed her eyes.
…
"really."
"It's inevitable."
"How could He give up this perfect divine carrier so easily?"
——
"Change of plans, Vega."
"I'm planning to--"
"Kill them all."
