Aurelion opened her eyes drowsily.
The sky outside has been covered with a layer of darkness.
The stars are like smart silver studs dotted among them, shining with a faint brilliance.
Apparently, it was late at night.
She opened her eyes, looked at the girly furniture decoration around her, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Next to her pillow, there was a somewhat worn doll that seemed to have gone through countless repairs.
Ever since Aurelion came to Archduke Barlow's territory, she had always spent every night in this new and familiar place.
Every time she sleeps here, it brings her a warm sense of comfort.
Looking at the bright moon hanging high outside the window, she really couldn't remember the time now.
In the end, she should have succeeded...
Aurelion closed her eyes and recalled the scene where she summoned the fifth-level dragon on the bottom floor of the prison.
To be honest, she didn't even know how she did it.
She only remembered that a very special voice sounded in her heart at that time.
What did she do after that?
Hmm...forgot.
But Aurelion still remembers the fact that she stepped on the back of the dragon and controlled it to kill everyone.
And at the end... Teacher Victor returns.
Due to the suppressed tiredness, she didn't know why, so she fell asleep like that.
Wait a minute, she won't sleep on Teacher Victor's body.
Thinking of this, her body stiffened slightly.
But then, a feeling came over her that forced her to forget about it.
No, I have to go to the toilet.
She sat up, supported the furniture with her right hand, and stood up with difficulty.
But suddenly, a stinging pain came from her right wrist.
"it hurts……"
Aurelion lowered her head and looked at her wrist.
Strange.
Where did the wound come from?
A black scab formed on the wound, with thin traces of blood surrounding it.
There was no bandage, but he seemed to be recovering quickly.
It looks like the wound will heal tomorrow.
It's just that my body is too weak and I can't use much strength on my right hand.
In the past two days, my right hand should not be used frequently.
After she got up with difficulty, she found that except for her wrist, no other parts of her body were injured.
Aurelion's heart was once again covered with a haze of doubt.
Theoretically, her undead state should prevent such physical damage.
But the feeling of weakness came from his body, as if a lot of blood had been drained from his body.
Looking at the layout of the room, Aurelion felt a little dazed.
Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door.
Aurelion raised her head and narrowed her eyes at the door.
It's already late at night, who else can knock on the door?
While she was thinking, she dragged her tired body, gently twisted the handle with her left hand, and opened the door.
Standing outside the door was Xiang Zilan in a maid outfit.
The moment she saw Aurelion, Vanilla bowed deeply to her.
"Your Highness, the master said that you should wake up at this time. I hope you can go to the hall."
"The Grand Duke and Master are waiting for you."
Owner of Vanilla.
It could only be Teacher Victor.
A trance passed through Aurelion's mind. After listening to Vanilla's words, she nodded and headed to the hall.
Vanilla asked Aurelion respectfully:
"Your Highness Princess, don't you want to change your clothes?"
Hearing her reminder, Aurelion looked down.
She was still wearing pajamas.
When I think of Teacher Victor seeing...
Aurelion's eyes widened and she turned to Xiang Zilan and asked:
"My pajamas are..."
"I changed it for you, don't worry."
Upon hearing this reply, Aurelion breathed out a sigh of relief.
…
Aurelion hurriedly put on plain and elegant clothes, walked through the complicated and intertwined corridors, and finally arrived in front of the luxurious hall.
Victor and Duke Barlow were already sitting opposite each other, holding comfortably steaming tea in their hands.
On Victor's shoulder, a black crow was still sitting there peacefully.
Aurelion first bowed slightly to her grandfather, then turned to Victor and spoke with a hint of hesitation:
"Teacher, are you looking for me?"
Victor put down the tea cup in his hand and responded calmly:
"Actually, it's Grand Duke Barlow who wants to see you."
Aurelion was stunned and turned to Duke Barlow.
Aurelion was stunned for a moment after hearing the teacher's answer.
Looking at grandpa, just as he was about to speak, he saw him standing up with a cane and said hoarsely:
"follow me."
Aurelion felt confused, looked back at Victor, and quickly followed the steps of Archduke Barlow.
Victor looked at Aurelion's leaving back and his eyes fell on her injured right hand.
"What, are you worried?"
After seeing the two leaving, Vega fluttered his feathers on Victor's shoulder.
He opened his deep single eye, looked at Aurelion's leaving back, and said hoarsely:
"how to say."
"Even I didn't expect that she would dare to do that."
…
In the dark corridor, Aurelion followed Duke Barlow, obediently and carefully.
Archduke Barlow walked in front without saying a word.
In the entire corridor, there were only slow footsteps and the dull sound of the cane on the floor.
Aurelion didn't dare to speak. She always wondered if it was because she and Victor went to Guita Prison that the Grand Duke was in a bad mood.
After all, this matter is actually quite serious.
If a condemned prisoner escapes, it will cause huge chaos.
In the quiet corridor, Grand Duke Barlow suddenly spoke:
"It seems that you have overcome your fear of the undead."
Aurelion was slightly startled, thinking of how she controlled the undead dragon in the Land of the Stars today.
She opened her mouth and responded hesitantly:
"It feels... a little worse."
In fact, Aurelion also felt a little embarrassed. After all, her grandfather had been teaching her necromancy for some time.
As a result, she was never able to fully learn it because she was afraid of the dead souls.
But what Archduke Barlow said next shocked Aurelion:
"Guanta Prison, I asked your teacher to take you there."
She was stunned. Going to Guanta Prison was actually planned by her grandfather. Aurelion never expected it.
"The intention was for you to overcome this in a crisis, but you found another way."
"That surprised me."
Archduke Barlow glanced at Aurelion's injured right hand from the corner of his eye, even though Aurelion subconsciously hid that hand behind her back.
"But, after all, you have been here for a long time."
"I think I can leave that to you."
Aurelion became curious.
What grandpa said he could give to her,
What is it?
Soon, they came to a corner.
Archduke Barlow turned to the right, Aurelion following closely behind him.
At the end of the corner is a door that seems to have been closed for a long time.
The Grand Duke pushed it away and slowly stepped into it.
Aurelion was a bit strange.
Looking into the depths from the corridor, it was dark and deep.
There seemed to be a bright green light shining in it.
The door is surrounded by green vines, like a mess caused by no one taking care of it over the years.
Aurelion, who was feeling uneasy in her arms, looked around the door and followed closely.
The next second, the surrounding scenery was completely different from what Aurelion had seen before.
The surrounding darkness disappeared instantly, replaced by a bright green light that gradually became stronger.
Soon, Aurelion felt that her right hand no longer seemed to hurt.
Looking down, her slender and pale arms were actually burning with ghostly green mist fire.
Aurelion suddenly realized that she had entered an undead state.
Everything around him gradually blurred, replaced by a desolate land shrouded in green mist.
Is this the realm of the dead?
However, the surroundings were deserted, and even the Archduke Barlow who had brought her here disappeared.
Aurelion looked around blankly, the ground beneath her feet rustling as she wandered casually in this unknown environment.
She suddenly felt a strange feeling under her feet and looked up.
In the green mist, there are several ancient stone monuments standing.
In this huge cemetery, there was only a stooped old man standing there.
Aurelion looked at it and couldn't help but be stunned.
The person standing next to the stone monument was none other than her grandfather, Duke Festin.
Aurelion stepped forward to take a look and recognized at a glance that this was Archduke Barlow.
She was just about to go up and say hello, but her step seemed to miss the mark.
The next moment, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
The original cemetery turned into a battlefield filled with blood-red sand, where countless corpses of soldiers from different camps fell.
Among them, there were two men and a woman whose faces could not be seen clearly.
They fell in love on the battlefield and were separated by the war.
Aurelion couldn't understand.
The surrounding environment and people all made her feel confused.
Before Aurelion could think more, the surroundings changed again.
She appeared in her familiar room, suddenly opened her eyes from the bed, and sat up suddenly.
Looking at the comfortable and warm furniture around her and the brand-new stuffed animals on the bedside, she felt confused.
Behind her, her long hair seemed to be caressed by someone.
Aurelion was startled and turned around sharply.
But as she turned back, her consciousness gradually rose into the sky.
Aurelion noticed.
The woman sitting on the bed was not her at all.
She looked down.
The old man is combing the woman's hair, and the woman is wearing a wedding dress with a happy smile on her face.
Although he couldn't see her face clearly, Aurelion could feel that it was the woman who had appeared on the battlefield before.
She looked much older than before.
Is the war over?
All of this was like a flashing movie, playing quickly in front of Aurelion.
Now, here is a sacred church, surrounded by bright flowers and ethereal and sacred music echoing in the church.
The bright sunshine passed through the window, falling on the white seats, and draped on the clothes of the newlyweds.
Every guest sitting in the church had a smile of great joy on their face.
Aurelion couldn't see everyone's faces clearly, including the words spoken by others. Only the buzzing sound passed through her mind.
And she stands here, like a movie viewer narrating the story.
Passively accept everything.
The scene changes again.
She saw the familiar woman dead in the ruins.
The surroundings were filled with burning smoke and stirring ashes.
The deceased woman tried her best to protect the child in her belly.
The man in front of him, whose face was unclear, had a familiar crown on his head.
At this moment, Aurelion finally realized.
The man's eyes were full of pain and reluctance, and he sadly took her out of the woman's belly.
There seemed to be ripples all around, and a deep green mist lingered over the entire world.
The scenery changed back to the original cemetery, with an old man standing in front of the tombstone.
The drizzle of rain wet the old man's clothes. He stood solemnly in front of the tombstone, lowered his head, and remained silent for a long time.
The flowers in front of the tombstone were beaten until their petals fell off, floating on a layer of rainwater, swaying slightly.
Aurelion wanted to say something to the old man.
But the words were choked in his throat, and what came out was another voice that definitely did not belong to him.
With emptiness and comfort:
"dad……"
"Don't blame him."
