The dragon queen always teases me

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The ankle was torn by the wind blade, and Yimir could not stand upright and knelt on the ground.

Just now, Marilyn knelt down to her disgusted daughter in order to protect him.

Just a few seconds ago, Yimir stabbed her throat with a knife, and now he knelt down in front of her.

What a sad relationship.

What a ridiculous couple.

What a... cruel and heartless daughter.

Meria suddenly understood why she was Adelaide and Marilyn's child.

Only a cold and shameless daughter like her is worthy of this disgusting dirty family.

The holy light of the priest has shrouded Marilyn's throat.

"Save her." Melia said softly.

The priest wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, "Your Majesty..."

"She has to live."

Adelaide is dead, and only a woman like Marilyn can be in a family with her, and she can become a mother and daughter who live in peace with her.

What a match they say.

Grabbing the ice pick, Meria walked steadily to Ymir.

"It's you." He stretched out his blood-stained hand, grasping something feebly, "It's you."

Meria pierced his collarbone with a knife, pressed down hard, and provoked it again.

The fleshy skin was torn off.

"Ymir," Meria looked straight into his eyes, "Can you tell who I am?"

"Meria..."

Meria grabbed Yimir's hair, "You know me! Why did you kill her!"

"Meria..."

Melia looked at his eyes, maroon eyes, but they were almost transparent at this moment.

Behind these clear eyes, she seemed to be able to see the shadow of another person.

"His Majesty."

It was Emil's voice.

"Tucun..." he said weakly: "Tens of thousands of people...headless... bring priests..."

He actually showed a smile.

Meria seemed to be unable to hold the ice pick anymore, she pulled out her weapon hastily, and let it fall to the ground and shattered.

"Marilyn..." he said.

very gentle.

It's so gentle that it doesn't sound like something said by a person who is on the verge of death with wounds all over his body.

He seemed to be the high-spirited young officer back then, calling her name with a smile on his face.

"Marilyn."

He didn't speak any more, his head drooped silently.

Melia turned her head stiffly, and said in a trembling voice, "Save... have you been rescued?"

"His Majesty……"

"I asked you if you were rescued!"

"Your Majesty, let's... prepare for the funeral."

Meria stood firm.

The parents who hated her were finally... gone.

The curse day and night when he was imprisoned and tortured has finally become a reality.

She felt her body was very light, very erratic, and her mind was very clear.

The pain of a severed finger, the pain of a serious injury, the forcible withdrawal of mental power, and the pain of a shattered spirit base all surged up in that instant.

"His Majesty!"

Bona.

"His Majesty!"

bona...

I'm in so much pain...

I'm so sad...

I miss you so much...

The world dimmed.

……

"Mother."

"It's the mother, Meria."

"Mother."

"It's mother."

what is this?

She saw her young self and her formally dressed, indifferent mother.

"Mom," she picked up the maple leaves on the ground, "Look."

Marilyn looked at the sky, "There's nothing to see."

Melia pursed her lips, and continued to bend down to look for those strange leaves.

"look."

"Ah."

"Mom, look quickly, look."

"Ah."

She finally found a different, oval leaf without any edges.

"Look, mom!" She handed over the leaf happily.

"Shut up!" Her patience was finally exhausted.

This is the sixth month of Yimir's expedition, and she is always wondering what Adelaide knows, and sometimes she even thinks that Adelaide deliberately wants Yimir to die.

Melia was too scared to speak out.

"Call mother, how many times have I said, call mother!" Marilyn yelled.

"Mom... Mother," she stretched out her hand cautiously, "Look."

Marilyn snatched the leaves and tore them into pieces, "Don't bother me anymore!"

Meria remained motionless.

"Take her away!" she said irritably.

Melia watched all this.

Right, that is it.

Nothing has changed.

She watched helplessly as she was taken away.

Marilyn looked at the maple leaves on the ground, "Just now... what shape did Meria give me?"

She saw her always noble and graceful mother squatting down to find a leaf.

She remembers she had a fever and then... nothing and then...

"She's asleep?" Marilyn looked at the box containing the maple leaf in her hand, "Then there's no need to send it."

……

"Noah." Marilyn cried in Yimir's arms, "I don't know, I don't know anything! He took Meria away...I don't know where she is...I don't know where she was How are you..."