In the white and quiet European-style decorated room, several silver lamps are bright and dazzling, exuding a pure white light.
There was a faint scent of lavender floating in the room, and the marble floor was covered with a soft plush carpet.
Gwen finished her training, hurriedly washed off the sweat on her body, put on a lazy white robe, and tied up her long silver hair.
Her face was expressionless, and her hands were tense, holding a glass of transparent water.
Kefla stood beside her, picked up the tea cup, and filled the empty cup on the table with tea.
"Thanks."
A cold voice came from the other side of the coffee table.
Kefla smiled, took away the teapot, turned and left.
But there was a bit of displeasure in that smile.
Victor picked up the water glass, brought it to his mouth, and took a sip.
Warmth flowed down his throat and into his belly, and his whole body seemed to be surrounded by warmth.
At this time, he slowly raised his head and looked at Gwen, who was sitting beside him with an expressionless face.
Kefla, who had put the teapot away, also came back and leaned against the door, crossing her arms and looking at Victor:
"Tell me about it, brother-in-law."
"what happened."
When she first met Victor, she suddenly heard that she was asked to deliver a message.
Kefla agreed.
But when Victor wanted her to say "I'm sorry" to Gwen, she was stunned.
Could it be that... Victor did something to offend Gwen outside?
So much so that when Victor came in, she was still a little angry.
But when her eyes fell on Gwen, she sighed again.
Even after Gwen heard those words conveyed before, her face remains expressionless until now.
In her somewhat hollow eyes, there was still only Victor.
Kefla couldn't help but feel pity in her heart.
Her sister seemed a little too pitiful.
At this time, Victor put down the tea cup, straightened his body, and looked seriously at Gwen's dull eyes:
"First of all, Gwen, I want to say I'm sorry."
Kefla frowned and rolled her eyes.
Oh, okay, okay, Victor.
I know you're sorry for Gwen, so let's talk about the key points quickly.
However, Victor suddenly stood up and looked at Kefla seriously again.
Her eyes as deep as obsidian made her feel a little overwhelmed.
"And you, Miss Kefla."
"I also want to say sorry to you."
Victor bowed to Kefla again.
Even the one-eyed jet black crow on his shoulder followed its owner, put its wings on its chest, and bowed slightly.
As if expressing an apology.
This time, Kefla was even more at a loss.
She stretched her neck slightly, opened her mouth, blinked her eyes, and looked at Victor blankly.
Um? ah? wrong……
Wait a minute?
What are you sorry for me about? ?
Suddenly, she felt a chill rising from her spine, and a sense of danger suddenly arose, like being watched by a hunting beast.
She narrowed her eyes slightly and glanced at Gwen cautiously.
Sure enough, a hint of coldness flashed across Gwen's empty eyes.
Like a freezing cold wind, Kefla felt a biting crisis.
She hurriedly explained:
"No, Gwen, listen to me, there is absolutely nothing between me and Victor..."
The next second, she suddenly saw a magical light in her eyes.
Kefla's voice paused, and she couldn't help but look in the direction of Victor.
Victor waved his hand, and a blue light array suddenly appeared in the air.
With a loud noise, a set of silver-white armor crashed to the floor.
The huge impact caused the entire mansion to shake slightly.
Kefla stood there dumbfounded, staring at the silver armor.
Uh, why does this thing look familiar?
And Gwen's eyes were fixed on the armor, motionless, as if completely glued to the armor.
Finally, Kefla’s eyes gradually became solemn:
"This...could it be..."
Victor sat down again calmly and nodded affirmatively:
"That's right."
His voice was low and solemn:
"This is exactly Uncle Angus's [Snow Mastiff Armor]."
As these words fell, the warm atmosphere in the entire mansion suddenly dropped several degrees.
Kefla and Gwen both fell silent.
Kefla slowly raised her head, staring at the bright silver lights with blurred eyes, the expression on her face became uncontrollable.
This snow mastiff armor is the armor of her and Gwen's father, Angus Delin.
This armor followed my father through countless snowstorms and hundreds of battles.
The powerful cold energy it contains can even activate a person's violent bloodline, giving them superhuman strength.
However, only in the cold winter can this armor exert its most powerful power.
Angus is known as the "Snow Mastiff Knight" largely because of this armor.
This armor was placed in Angus' tomb after his death.
Burying this beloved armor, which had been with Angus for half his life, with him was a kind of affectionate burial for him.
Although what he did was not entirely in line with the knight's code of justice.
After all, he had helped put many northern residents in danger without caring.
But no matter what, Angus is also the great knight guarding the North.
For Gwen and Kefla, no matter what, he is still their father.
Victor took out the armor, placed it in front of them, and said sorry to them several times.
This shows what?
Everything is self-evident.
Kefla raised her head, suppressed her emotions, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down her emotions.
After a long time, she lowered her head and looked at Victor, her eyes trembling, full of disbelief:
"So, you went to dig our family's grave, right?"
Victor looked at her silently.
After some thought, he nodded slowly.
Kefla: "..."
She took a deep breath to relieve her dizziness.
Gently rubbing his temples, he asked Victor with a questioning tone:
"No, my father's tomb is in the north. How did you run there and back?"
"I'm a mage, I can teleport."
"Is this the point of the problem?"
Kefla was a little broken.
Kefla was a little broken. Regardless of the controversial behavior of Angus during his lifetime, he was her and Gwen's father after all.
Without saying a word, Victor ran over and quietly dug up the grave.
How should she, as a daughter, accept it?
Oh, it’s not like he said nothing, but he still made a sound.
At least he came back to apologize to them.
But that doesn’t erase everything Victor has done!
Kefla covered her head and said dazedly:
"So what you meant when you said you wanted to apologize to Gwen and me before was this?"
Victor nodded again.
Kefla took a sharp breath and leaned against the wall:
"I thought that when you said I was sorry Gwen, you meant it was an emotional matter."
Now it seems that it is better for Victor to really do something to apologize to Gwen.
Even if Victor does that, maybe Gwen can still accept it.
As long as the reason is reasonable, it may be possible to be forgiven.
But how can anyone forgive him for digging up his father's grave?
The more Kefla thought about it, the more she felt that today was a bit unreal, and her 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 Kefla was about to speak, a cold voice suddenly came from in front of Kefla:
"I forgive you."
Kefla: "Huh?"
No, why are you suddenly forgiven?
Sister, I admit that you hold a lot of grudge against your father, but how about we wait and forgive...
Kefla leaned against the wall, staring blankly ahead, with confusion written on her face.
Just like that, without any explanation, forgive him?
What's the motive? What's the reason?
Why did Victor dig up their family's grave?
Hearing Gwen's forgiveness, Victor leaned back slightly, as if he had anticipated this answer.
But at this time, Gwen's eyes climbed onto Victor's face.
"Apart from that, have you done anything else to apologize to me?"
Kefla on the side seemed very surprised.
Because, she suddenly realized.
This was the first time Gwen took the initiative to ask someone a question after her sudden personality change.
Although this person is Victor.
Hearing Gwen's words, Victor raised his head.
His eyes met Gwen's.
He could clearly feel that Gwen's eyes were extremely pure.
It seems to be able to penetrate the soul, like a dazzling light from the sky piercing the haze.
After a long time, Victor's eyes did not waver at all.
After taking a deep breath, he said firmly:
"No."
"I can swear that for you."
The room suddenly fell into silence, and the surroundings seemed to be surrounded by silence. Even the howling of the cold wind outside the window seemed to have stopped.
The only breathing sounds of the two people gradually became quieter, and the beating of their heartbeats seemed particularly loud in the silence.
Gwen stared into Victor's deep obsidian eyes, as if her soul had glimpsed some gem-like light in the deep darkness.
Suddenly, it was as if he noticed something.
The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and a gentle arc climbed up her cheek.
At this moment, Kefla's eyes widened.
Wait a moment……
Gwen... smiled! ?
Has she recovered?
Kefla didn't make a sound. She covered her mouth, unable to believe the scene in front of her.
She didn't dare to disturb the two of them. At this moment, the silence around them was almost too much.
In the huge room, the only sound of their breathing was rhythmically rising and falling in sync.
After a long while, Gwen's soft voice finally sounded in Victor's ears.
It's like two rivers intertwining and gradually merging.
"I trust you."
