There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

Sarkaz?

It seems that he has a good relationship with the Black Emperor...

You know, ever since the Londinium incident, the presence of Sarkaz in high-ranking officials has basically become a taboo. Under such circumstances, she actually saw a Sarkaz high-ranking official in such a slightly feudal country...

I don't understand.

"Your Majesty, I...would like to see Arturo."

Without paying any attention to Talina, Viviana came to Hildegard and stated her request directly.

"I want to know if she has anything to do with my father's death. Can you allow me to..."

"The case of the remnants of the Witch King has been closed."

Sitting in her seat, Hildegard looked up at Viviana, and words of rejection came out of her mouth.

But Viviana had already thought of a way to deal with it.

"I have already asked Her Majesty Liselotte in advance, and she has agreed."

"Lizelotte... In that case, go ahead. One hour."

Listening to Viviana's words, Hildegarde took out a key from the drawer and threw it in front of Viviana.

"Thank you, Your Majesty..."

Taking the key, Viviana led Talina towards the depths of the tower.

Shortly after they left, Flemont, who was supposed to leave, appeared in front of Hildegard like a gust of wind.

The lich, who had already shown signs of old age, sat on a chair and looked at Hildegard with interest.

"They're lying to you. Don't tell me you can't even see that."

"I know."

Seeing Flemont appear again, Hildegard's face showed helplessness.

"Then why did you agree to them? Such a crude lie... and using the name of a king would have been punishable in the past."

Flemont asked curiously, stroking his long beard.

The long years have gradually made him numb to the things in the world, and this has become even more so since the death of Herhunzollon. Only the person in front of him, the life he created with his own hands, can arouse a little interest in him.

Like a father, watching over her.

"Now is not the same as before, and we are no longer the tyrannical Witch King..."

Hildegard picked up the envelope in front of her and looked at the seal on it, but was unable to open it.

"That's her father. It's not easy for her to remain sane after her own father's death. There's no need to force her to do too much. Just a meeting. I can guarantee her safety."

"Oh? Really?"

Frémont focused his attention on the letter in Hildegard's hand. Being well-versed in magic, he only needed a few tricks to clearly read the contents of the envelope, as well as the name and signature...

Werner Hochberg.

"It's true."

Noticing Flemont's gaze, Hildegard unconsciously put the letter away.

Volume 8: Chapter 31: Minotaur Dame!

The tower is black, and the main color tone is black.

The layout inside was also different from what Talina had imagined. If she hadn't known that this was Hildegard's tower, she would have even mistaken herself for having come to the Witch King's territory.

There were cells high up where prisoners were held. The wailing sounds coming from above made Talina feel as if she had entered a dungeon.

Isn't the tower used to spread knowledge and magic?

How can it be used to cosplay a prison cell...

Ignoring the wailing and pleas for mercy coming from the cell, Talina followed Viviana all the way up.

Arturo was very heavy, so it was impossible for her to be locked up with these guys. She was treated preferentially and lived in a single room.

Climbing all the way up, Talina had become immune to the howling sounds coming from her ears, and just mechanically followed Viviana up the stairs.

About half an hour later, they finally reached the top and met the person Viviana wanted to see.

Arturo was imprisoned in a cell with chains around her wrists, restricting most of her movements and preventing her from using her Originium skills.

At this moment, she was sitting leisurely in her seat, with a peaceful smile on her face that never changed. She slowly opened her eyes until the footsteps of the two people stopped in front of her.

The halo on the head emits a faint light in the dim environment. Although the light is very weak, it is there.

Having done many controversial things, she can only rely on this racial characteristic to prove that she is a Sakota.

"I thought you would come later..."

Looking at the extremely haggard Viviana standing in front of him, Arturo spoke softly.

She ignored Talina, who was extremely wary of her beside Viviana, and instead looked at Viviana intently.

Her eyes were so genuine and warm.

However, Arturo's repeated words made Viviana's dazed expression suddenly freeze.

Arturo raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Viviana with a smile: "The first person to come to see me is you."

Bloodshot appeared deep in her eyes. Viviana's body was hidden in the shadows, with only one of her eyes exposed.

"This is the second time we've met, Miss Arturo."

There was deep resentment and sadness in his eyes.

Arturo chuckled softly. "The Queen's Voice, who followed the rules, met with dangerous criminals alone, and even forged the Queen's secret orders... You must have made a great decision to come to me."

"Can you guess that it wasn't Ivignard who sent me here?"

"She didn't want to know anything from me. And you, Miss Vivienne, your face is full of confusion. What do you want me, your former enemy, to tell you?"

Viviana: "..."

"Let me guess, you want to know the real cause of your father's death, right?"

"Yes."

"But I'm not used to answering other people's questions."

Raising his head, Arturo sat upright in his seat, looking at Viviana leisurely.

Seeing that leisurely and contented look, Talina wanted to rush in and give this guy a few beatings.

"Do you need me to give you something in exchange?"

Reaching out to stop Talina who was about to move, Viviana walked forward.

"Exchange... Miss Viviana, open yourself to me and let me explore your heart..."

The sound of Canglang's blade rang out, and Youyan violently pierced through the defensive spell left by Hildegard. The snow-white blade rested on Arturo's shoulder, and a trace of blood slowly slid down the blade.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I guarantee you won't have a good ending."

Standing in front of Viviana with a cold look, Talina pressed the blade against Arturo's shoulder threateningly: "I forgot to tell you, I'm a doctor by profession, a very skilled one."

"Although I can't kill you, I can still perform a craniotomy or a thoracotomy on you, and I guarantee that no one will see it."

"Want to try?"

Talina's voice was emotionless, and her clear blue eyes had begun to glow with golden light, which was the unique mark of the Hippogriff.

The golden light gradually replaced the clear blue eyes, quietly changing the color of Talina's pupils.

Watching Talina's changes, Arturo shifted his attention to her.

She had a strong curiosity about Talina because she was the second person whose heart sounds she could not hear, the previous one being her blood relative, Federico.

Compared to Federico's inherent emotional barrier, the reason she couldn't hear Talina's heartbeat was entirely because...

She couldn't help it.

Every time they met, Talina not only treated her badly, but also tried to restrict her Originium skills in various ways.

The first time, he attached ice to the strings to trick her, the second time, he attacked her directly and pinned her to the ground, and the third time, he chopped off her spellcasting medium.

To be honest, she had been away for so long, and this was the first time Tarina had treated her like this.

Not to mention listening to her music, she is not even allowed to speak a few words...

Compared to Viviana, she was much more interested in the person in front of her, but there was no way. As a prisoner, she had no way to contact Talina.

Even my life is in the hands of others.

"Ah... Please forgive my rudeness."

Reaching out and gently pushing Talina's blade away, Arturo's expression finally became serious.

"Then, as usual, how about telling a story in a way that everyone can accept?"

Arturo spoke calmly as he spoke out the memories that were trapped in his mind.

Those were Werner's memories and also Viviana's memories, now presented to them by Arturo from a third-party perspective. They were like spectators, returning to that stormy night again.

.........

The weather in Shi Tongling was very bad. Thunderstorms and strong winds were roaring in the sky, and raindrops were hitting the window madly, hitting the small window, the only way she could see the sky outside.

Viviana's deepest impression of it is that she can see the blue sky and white clouds outside the window through this window, and...

Walter's footsteps.

On every stormy night, her mother would hug her, tell her stories and read poems in a soft and gentle voice.

And Walner would come to the top of the tower to visit her at a fixed time and teach her how to use the musical instrument. Every time this happened, the young girl would raise her head in her father's arms and look at Walner's sincere joy and smile.

Whenever she heard Walter's footsteps through the window, she would go to the door without telling Lucinda or her mother, quietly open the door, and stand on the stairs to greet Walter.

Until that day...

It was dark, Walter had not come to see her for a long time, Lucinda was not there, and the only candle that could provide light in the room had run out.

So, the young girl groped her way down from the tower, wanting to find her mother and father.

She walked for a long, long time.

The houses in the distance were lit with dazzling lights, and the sounds of musical instruments and cheers filled little Viviana's ears. It was not until then that she realized that the cheers of people and the resonance of musical instruments could drown out the sound of thunder and lightning.

Warm light can also resist the invasion of darkness.

Attracted, little Viviana unconsciously leaned over and stood outside the window. She saw many adults and children.

Woerner was among them.

Later, she discovered that not all children were like her and could only stay on the top of the tower. They could hold their parents' hands and dance and sing to their heart's content.

Little Viviana wanted to walk in, walk to her father, hold his hand, and stand by his side.

But just as she took a step, Lucinda appeared behind her, hugged her in her arms, and covered her ears and eyes.

Lucinda's actions were a bit rough, and little Viviana felt the pain in her body, but she didn't dare to speak.

Because she heard her mother sobbing amid the roar of the rain, and she always remembered that choking sound.

Later, she stopped leaving the room on her own initiative, didn't dare go down the stairs, and didn't dare look for...

His own father.

Volume 8: Chapter 32: Everything... for the Golden Rule

Under Arturo's guidance, everything in the past began to emerge before Viviana's eyes.

The first song I learned, the first poem I could recite, and the ecstatic expressions on their faces when I called them "Mommy" and "Daddy" for the first time.

But as time passed, these beautiful memories were replaced by the dark tower.

There was a raging storm with thunder and lightning. My mother had passed away long ago and I was alone, reading the chivalric novels my mother left behind by the dim candlelight.

With no support in the real world, Viviana turned her attention to the imaginary world of novels.

The knight charged towards the sea, even though it was futile, but he still did it, charging again and again until he was submerged by the sea. His roar as he fought against the waves could still be heard on the shore.

Compared to the knight's perseverance, I only experienced a setback and no longer dared to set foot in the outside world. I really...

Too cowardly.