Ark, they don't revolve around you

She and her teammates climbed higher and higher, fought battles in the south and the north, and protected the glory of the empire.

When she was old and gray, she finally retired from the army and returned to Londinium.

She visited her teammates and saw that they had many children and grandchildren, all of whom had noble titles and status.

At this moment, the horn... Rita finally felt at ease.

She returned to her own courtyard, watched the vines climb up the high wall, and sat down under the locust tree.

The summer light is dazzling but not hot. Someone comes over and waves a fan, bringing cool breeze.

In a trance, Rita seemed to have returned to her childhood. She was in this courtyard and her grandmother was waving a fan.

She listened to the old man talking about the glory of the White Wolf family, and listened to the grandmother saying that a hundred years ago, the earl had hunted down a blood demon prince.

That was a long time ago. Rita turned her head slightly, wanting to see the person who was fanning her and to say thank you.

But she couldn't do it, she was too old, just like the locust tree she leaned against.

She has adhered to the morals of a soldier throughout her life and has no regrets.

The sound of the fan stopped, and the black shadow asked, "Do you really have no regrets?"

"Nothing."

"Then go to sleep, Rita."

That voice sounded just like my own grandmother.

Rita slowly closed her eyelids, a peaceful smile on her lips, and said nothing.

——On the battlefield, the horn closed its eyelids.

"You remain the epitome of Victorian soldiering, Sir White Wolf."

She nodded quietly, and at the moment of death, her hand that was holding the weapon loosened, and she fell down with a smile on her lips.

As if she had seen the most beautiful dream, her breath dissipated.

The leather boots made a low sound, stepping on the dead branches.

He was a monk in a black robe with a dazzling halo, just like a fallen Sakota.

"I heard that the Demon King has the power to absorb emotions and control feelings, and can give people the illusions they desire in their hearts."

"Did you give this lady a beautiful illusion before she died?"

"Yes, Andoen, it's just a piece of cake." Zhuang Ning looked at her with compassion in his eyes, "What a pathetic captain. To this day, she still can't forget her dead teammates and feels guilty."

"Her teammates must be very good fighters, right?" Andorn made the sign of the cross.

"Yes, they were all excellent fighters, but the battlefield was ruthless. Except for Bagpipe, they all died at the hands of Shenchi."

"You are so gentle."

"Gentle? A truly gentle person wouldn't kill anyone, right? They should be like a saint like Theresa." Zhuang Ning sneered.

Andoin did not continue the topic and sighed, "Will you allow me to mourn for the souls who died here?"

"Of course." Zhuang Ning nodded.

He watched Andorn mourning and chanting praises for the countless dead.

He was very skilled in his job. When Andorn stopped what he was doing, Zhuang Ning's face twitched: "Why are you so skilled?"

"I'm familiar with it." Andoin smiled. "Before, I lived in Iberia. It's not a safe place. There are always robbers."

"At first, it was the bishop who took me in to mourn the dead. After he died, it was my turn. That's how I grew up."

"It sounds like a very sad story."

"Yes, it's very sad, so I want to do something." Andorn's eyes flickered, "I can only place my hope in certain people, such as you."

"The salvation of all Terra, this is an idea that only a madman can have, right?"

"Only a madman would have such a weird dream." Andorn said in a deep voice, "You asked me to take over Lateran, and I have already done it. Apart from excavating the heritage, what else do you need me to do for you?"

Zhuang Ning stood up, brushed off the dust on his clothes, and said calmly: "Go and do what you have always done, spread the teachings, and guide good. Isn't this what you always wanted to do? I will give you freedom."

"What about you?"

"I'm going to Victoria." Zhuang Ning picked up Horn's body, and strange ripples appeared in the space in front of him.

"Return her remains to the lovely king..."

His smile was still so peaceful and beautiful. "I haven't seen her for a long time. I have to go and see what she looks like now."

"I think she should be looking forward to it as well."

……

……

"You said... the whole army was wiped out"

Londinium, the Hall of the Holy King.

The dome was supported by gorgeous columns, and the gray sunlight shone on Vina's face, causing her fingertips to tremble slightly.

completely annihilated.

Not only the Steam Knights, but also the Silver Spear Pegasus, the Golden Law Guards, the Inner Guards - the elite of each country, the warriors picked from ten thousand, none of them returned.

He really is different now.

Now, he is the devil... Vina was in a trance, but in her memory, the doctor should still be that weak.

She seemed to still remember the frail man stroking her blonde hair.

Vina immediately glanced away her fantasy. Ever since Zhuang Ning personally destroyed the Steam Knights, there was no possibility of reconciliation. They could only fight to the death, with one side completely destroying the other.

Vina was a little unsteady, her breathing became rapid, and she looked at Morgan: "Where's the horn, Morgan?"

"If you want to see it, I can take you to see it." Morgan, who had dark skin, bit his lip and his face did not look very good.

"Take me to see, that's our hero." said Vina.

She followed Morgan to the lobby of the Holy King Society and looked down with compassion at the girl sleeping in the coffin.

She was no longer breathing, but she looked as peaceful as if she was asleep, with a happy smile on her face.

It seemed as if in the end, she did not die on the battlefield, but passed away peacefully surrounded by her family and friends.

Vina's eyelids couldn't stop the first tear from falling, and then tears flowed like a spring.

Morgan said nothing and put his hand on Vina's shoulder. Now they were the king and his subject, so they should not do such presumptuous things.

But Morgan knew Vina.

The crying was very short-lived. Queen Victoria was not a crybaby to begin with. She only broke down temporarily because of the devil's actions, but soon recovered her grace and elegance.

She stroked the coffin, not looking at Morgan, and asked softly, "Why did he do this?"

"I have no idea."

"I asked you to be in charge of intelligence and be the Minister of Foreign Affairs. It's impossible that you didn't know this, Morgan." Vina said in a cold voice.

After she came to power, it was natural for her to reward her supporters. For Rhodes Island, that meant opening up raw materials and providing a market. Vina's subordinates, including Delphine, Morgan, and Indra, were promoted to varying degrees.

Morgan was intelligent and smooth by nature, so he was appointed Foreign Secretary. He secretly took over the Grey Hat and did intelligence work. Vina would never believe that her good friend knew nothing.

Morgan was silent for a long time: "According to the existing intelligence, he has been planning this for a long time, at least since he entered Longmen."

"But the doctor turned out to be a very good...person."

"He has never been a merciful person, especially to his enemies, Your Majesty." Morgan frowned, "Now you are his enemy."

"Enemy? I never thought about it. At the coronation ceremony, you saw him applauding me with joy in his eyes." Vina was bewildered. "I was trained by him..."

Her political sense and lightning-fast tactics are the result of her exposure to the doctor.

"But you and he are outsiders after all, Your Majesty." Morgan sighed.

"outsider."

"Yes, he can't marry into the family, and you can't abandon your inheritance... Since ancient times, there has never been a lack of disputes among relatives and friends, let alone you two."

Vina smiled bitterly: "Are you reminding me to be ruthless? Let me stop having extra thoughts about him and fight with the whole country's strength."

"Vina." Morgan called out Vina, not His Majesty. "We cannot afford a second trial."

Time seems to have stood still, as long as the changes in the world.

Finally, Vina nodded gently: "I understand."

"Call Delphine, Clovisia, and Indra. I...I have something important to announce."

She became majestic, just like her status as the queen: "We have entered a wartime state. It's time to get the Victoria machine running again."

Morgan smiled slightly, although the death of Horn and the news of the Doctor's betrayal were hard to bear, and the annihilation of the entire army was also frightening.

But Vina is standing here after all.

She gave instructions to her subordinates, her brain working rapidly.

Before Vina took the throne, Morgan was Glasgow’s brains, planning ahead and judging Dr. Model’s next move in her head.

At this time, she received the message.

One is that someone suspected to be Zhuang Ning has entered the city, and the other is that he seems to be with Indra.

This happened an hour ago.

And now, she couldn't contact Indra.

……

……

An hour ago, in the underground boxing gym.

Hot air was gushing out of the broken and rusty pipes, and on the simply circled stage, fists were intertwined and hitting faces.

Indra, who had a hideous wound on his face, fought roughly, not caring about tactics at all, and just punched like a storm.

Her body size was far smaller than the muscular man in front of her, but the muscular man was suppressed by her and could not fight back.