August is missing! ?
When the nobles heard this, they all looked around the wheat field.
But in the golden wheat fields, even August’s shadow could not be caught.
Then I realized it.
August had already taken advantage of the chaos and escaped.
Everyone was upset when they saw this.
What happened?
How could August be allowed to run away?
Although the nobles present already knew it very well.
This incident was planned and planned by Count Lauryn alone.
However, August's crime cannot be made up for.
He deliberately induced the demi-humans to destroy the royal city, killed thousands of innocent people with the help of demi-humans, and turned their corpses into blood slaves.
He even turned nobles killed by blood slaves into vampires.
Therefore, the nobles present hated Auguste more than the earl.
Without August's extremely crazy actions, they would not have experienced today's life and death test.
And now, the count is dead.
Even the bodies of the vampires turned into ashes-like fragments and dissipated in the air.
The blood in the body also returned to the earth, and the souls of soldiers and innocent people who died in the line of duty also ascended to the sky to obtain salvation.
But August's life and death are still unknown, and he doesn't know where he ran.
Whether alive or dead, everyone is bound to see his person.
You want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see corpses when you are dead.
Even if what he saw was a corpse, August must be punished for what happened today!
Amid everyone's anger, Victor's calm voice rang in everyone's ears.
"He can't get very far."
As soon as these words came out, many nobles calmed down.
When Victor killed Count Lauryn, everything settled.
Everyone present had nothing but respect for him.
At this time, Victor walked step by step in front of Pulisis.
He lowered his head and looked at the other person.
The girl was lying quietly in the wheat field, with tears covering her face.
Although her skin was as white as porcelain in the sun, she looked extremely haggard.
Feeling someone coming towards her, Priscilla raised her head.
A pair of blood-red eyes were filled with tears, and he saw Victor with tears on his face.
The weak but doubtful voice revealed the deepest pain:
"Why?"
"It's obvious that I'm the one who should be sacrificed. It's obvious that I'm the one who made the mistake. But why?"
Priscilla was destined to be miserable.
Her mother risked her life for her, and her father died for her.
As she believed, it was a mistake when she was born.
Why continue her mistake?
She couldn't figure it out, she couldn't figure it out at all.
Pulix looked at Victor and opened her mouth.
Tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes once again, crossing her fair face:
"Why? Mr. Mage? Shouldn't you save my mother?"
The choked words were squeezed out of his throat.
She could only sit helplessly on the wheat field, letting the breeze flutter her black dress.
Victor's face was expressionless and his tone was calm:
"The person your parents wanted to save was always you."
"Don't let them down."
Above the sky, the weak sun is still red.
The light falls on the wheat field, and the golden waves are still swaying.
But the rushing sound was buried by the rustling wind, and thousands of maple leaves were swept into the sky, turning red.
.....
Hilda supported August, who was as weak as a ghost in the wind.
Stepping on the endless golden wheat fields, I ran hard towards the outside of Shurburn.
The surroundings were extremely quiet, and the crisp snapping sounds of cluttered footsteps stepping on wheat ears kept ringing.
The two of them stumbled around like headless flies in the golden wheat field.
But no one knows how terrifying the area covered by that magic is.
When Hilda looked up and looked out, she could only see the vast golden wheat fields in the distance.
"Why...it's still a wheat field?"
Hilda cursed in a low voice, her gaze completely fixed forward, as if looking for an exit.
Under Hilda's guidance, August's steps were as heavy as a machine.
There was nothing in his eyes, just staring at the layers of wheat fields.
The proud palace in his heart had completely collapsed at this time.
Golden fragments were scattered across the rugged land, and he was buried in the ruins.
August couldn't accept it.
Where did he lose?
It would be better to just die there and be done with it.
In his groggy thoughts, he allowed Hilda to pull his body and continue running forward.
Along the way, Hilda walked through the waist-high wheat fields, swinging her sword blade to cut a path leading forward.
Look back from time to time to see if any pursuers have caught up.
The sun quietly sank from the horizon, and as the light weakened, the golden color of the wheat fields gradually deepened.
The two ran away for an unknown amount of time. Finally, they finally passed through the wheat field and rushed into a forest.
In this extremely silent world, the only sounds were the breathing of the two of them and the footsteps of their armors clashing.
The animals in the forest even panicked and scattered because of their arrival.
Feeling that it might be safer here, Hilda placed August next to the root of the tree.
August leaned helplessly against the tree trunk.
His eyes were still empty and his expression was dull, as if he still hadn't recovered from the sacred magic.
Hilda, on the other hand, knelt on one knee in front of August:
"Your Majesty, please cheer up."
But at this time, August couldn't hear any words, and there was only confusion in his empty eyes.
"His Majesty!"
August still didn't respond.
Hilda couldn't stand it anymore and stretched out her hand directly towards August.
Snapped!
A crisp sound resounded in the forest, and some animals that were still watching the excitement fled from here.
August was brought back to his senses by this slap, and he only heard Hilda yelling:
"Auguste!"
August's eyes finally cleared, he raised his head, saw Hilda, and then looked at the dark and silent forest around him.
"Where...is this?"
"This is the wild, and we escaped."
Hilda looked at August, heartache and pain intertwined in her eyes.
"Why did you become like this?"
"Make me a stranger."
The August who used to be was never like this.
He is the most talented genius in the academy. At a young age, he has already reached the level of a third-level warrior.
Be kind and caring.
At that time, August, in Hilda's eyes, was like the most dazzling star in the sky.
During that time, the relationship between the two was extraordinary.
Until the previous king died early and August was forced to ascend the throne early.
Overnight, I don't know what the new king endured, which completely changed his temperament.
He was no longer the familiar figure of Hilda.
After he became king, Augustus looked around him with an increasingly gloomy gaze, becoming more and more like a dictator.
His thoughts became increasingly difficult to fathom.
Until now, he even wants to kill everyone just for his dominance.
Hilda understood him, and the king's untimely death undoubtedly had a huge impact on her.
Moreover, the previous king had left nothing for August.
Under the change of power, the nobles who served the old king would naturally not believe August who had no merit.
So much so that even though he stood in the position of king, he became less and less dominant.
August looked at Hilda quietly. After experiencing the failure, he laughed calmly:
"I am the king, Hilda."
"Samuel's royal family has been passed down to me for so many generations, and I took over it in a hurry."
"I cannot let the royal family remain lonely in my hands."
He is still too young and cannot be convinced by more people.
"Thank you, Hilda, for taking me away."
August's eyes lost their former pride, and he looked at Hilda with soft eyes.
In a daze, Hilda seemed to feel that they seemed to have returned to the time when they were still in Star Academy.
August stretched out his hand and touched Hilda's face that was pale with sadness:
"But at least I still have you."
Listening to August say this, Hilda's cheeks blushed.
His words went straight to Hilda's heart, awakening the care and expectation in her heart.
But suddenly, there was a rustling movement in the forest.
Hilda reacted instantly, straightened up, took out the long blade from her waist, and quickly turned around to look in the direction of the strange noise.
While holding her breath, a familiar figure appeared in front of Hilda's eyes.
After seeing the person clearly, Hilda breathed a sigh of relief.
That's her sister, Joanna.
"Joanna, why are you following me?"
Hilda just wanted to put away the blade, but she felt something was wrong.
"Didn't I tell you to stay there and stop running around?"
Of course she was talking about Victor.
The golden wheat fields are filled with extremely powerful and sacred power.
Her sister stayed there, completely safe.
But that was for Joanna and her.
But August was different. If Hilda didn't take him away, he would be eaten alive by the angry nobles.
Joanna looked at Hilda quietly, and suddenly, a very strange darkness flashed in her cold eyes.
"I'm here to take you and His Majesty August back together."
Before Hilda could react, in the blink of an eye, Joanna's body suddenly turned into an afterimage.
Hilda only felt a gust of cold wind passing by. She couldn't help but froze for a moment, and then tightened the hilt of the sword in her hand.
But along with that cold wind, the sword blade in his hand felt an unknown force.
The shimmering blade instantly shattered, reflecting Hilda's wide eyes and Joanna's twinkling figure.
When Hilda came to her senses, she only held an empty sword hilt in her hand.
And Joanna had already flashed behind her, standing between her and August.
She held the cold sword blade and used the tip of the sword to lift August's chin.
Under Hilda's shocked eyes, Joanna's face was expressionless.
A shadow of a crow lit up in his eyes, and a cold voice echoed in their ears:
"Don't resist."
"You are destined to be unable to escape God's control."
