Moonlight Love Poem

"Okay," I took a breath and gently pushed Auston away, "Let's go."

The city of Ergarve came over again with the wind of misty fragrance, my hair was blown up, Oston paused slightly when he bent down to pick up the sword, I wanted to go forward to help him pick it up, bent down At that moment, my head seemed to be stirred by a sword, and I staggered a bit due to a pain that could not be ignored. I took a step back and reached out to support the stone pillar beside me.

The brain began to beep slightly, and the sound of the glass bottle being gently slammed appeared in my ears. With the sound of the impact, the scenery in front of me began to become distorted, and the body of Oston, who had picked up the sword, was elongated and neat. His short hair looks like wavy long curly hair floating in the water at the moment, and the corners of his straight lips seem to be raised slightly. When I look at him, I seem to see Archibald in a trance.

Alston seemed to be asking me something, trying to reach out and grab me.

I backed up slightly, subconsciously avoiding Auston's touch.

"Sorry..." I was at a loss, but I didn't know how to explain why I became like this.

I watched the distorted figure shake slightly, as if shaking his head.But is reality really what I see?Amidst the sound of glass hitting that could not be ignored, a sudden and sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded.I turned my head to see the source of the sound.

It was a twisted black line, with a moonlight-like light shining at the top, it was so conspicuous among the twisted white walls around it.

Realizing what it was, my first reaction was to pull Oston to dodge the arrow. In this case, the twisted line would directly hit Oston's arm. Dun pushed away to let him dodge the arrow.

However, my hand was empty.

Auston stretched out his hand and pushed me away, his hand was still outstretched, I fell to the ground, staring blankly at the grotesque world in front of me—the arrow was firmly nailed to Auston’s In my hand, unlike what I expected, it didn't pierce Oston's upper arm, but it pierced Oston's waist. The arrow was slightly bent, and Oston stretched out his hand and pulled it out.

The blood from his waist began to ooze out slowly, the flowing red accompanied by the black coat began to shake, my head hurt again, the color in front of my eyes changed rapidly, in just a few seconds, the color in front of me The shaking became more serious, the originally blue sky had completely turned black in my eyes, and the white city walls had also turned dull gray.Alston stood in front of me. Although he no longer swayed, his whole body seemed to have faded into dead black and white.

I stared at him blankly, and saw that his original ice-blue eyes had completely turned black.

"..." I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but Auston passed his hand in front of me first. His hand was dead pale in my eyes, and the blood stained on it was also Turned into pure black.

My fingers trembled, and I reached out to catch it.

However, there were more piercing sounds coming towards this side, Oston had to withdraw his hand, he took the sword, and chopped all the swords that were shot at him to the side, the black liquid slipped from his wings, I was at a loss It took a few seconds to realize that it was his blood.

This fact pulled me back to the current situation. I gritted my teeth, stood up with the support of the stone pillar, and took advantage of the gap between Oston's arrows, and stretched out my hand to pull him to the Behind the stone pillar.

"Give me the sword." I said calmly, "Your current state is not suitable for fighting, I will help you."

Auston lowered his eyes and remained silent.

My hand reached out to grab the blade and take it away, but Auston immediately reached out and grabbed my hand. He looked at me fixedly, because the color of his eyes was no longer ice blue, and he looked A little less indifferent, the slightly pursed lips looked like a stubborn pony I had seen when I was a child.

"I can," he said.

"I'm not a rose that needs to be protected." I pulled my hand out of his, my voice was a little unsteady due to the headache, in order not to be heard by him, I had to slow down my speech, sounding very calm , "You know my strength. In this case, it's best for me to go out and deal with them. Auston, I'm not injured, so don't treat me so cautiously."

"But when I saw you, you looked miserable."

I paused, and quickly thought of an excuse in my mind: "I'm just a little tired, and I'm fine now."

As I said that, I stretched out my hand again, this time I held down his hand holding the hilt of the sword, but he didn't resist, as if he was persuaded by me, he let go of the sword and gave it to me .

I breathed a sigh of relief, held the sword tightly in my hand, and smiled relaxedly: "Thank you, Auston."

He responded softly, and suddenly said something in a low voice.

Since I got the sword, my attention was outside, coupled with the continuous sound of glass crashing in my head, I didn't hear what he said clearly.

"What?" I looked at him suspiciously, but the other party shook his head.

There was no sound of sharp arrows piercing the air outside. For a while, it was silent here as if there were only the two of us. The wind with the scent of incense swept over again, and I held my breath.

After the gust of wind passed, the familiar sound of piercing the air came again. I turned around and left the shielding range of the stone pillar, split an arrow approaching the tip of my nose, changed the force of the arrow, and sent the arrow back in the direction it came from. .

After a muffled sound, there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground from behind the stone wall not far away.

Staying here and being attacked will die sooner or later. Now that we have found the direction of the attacker, we must go up and kill the person who shot the arrow. Only in this way can Oston and I be completely safe.

I stretched out my hand again to split an arrow, and the arrow tip grazed my neck. After a burst of sharp pain and coolness, warm blood flowed from my neck. This kind of small injury has never caused me anything. However, the feeling of drowsiness that had been suppressed in my mind surged up again. I was startled and looked at Oston behind the stone pillar.

He had already closed his eyes, and his eyelids trembled slightly, as if he was trying to open them.

There is something on the arrow that makes people sleepy.

This fact made my heart sink, and my heart shuddered, and I focused all my attention on the direction of the assassin.

must be resolved as soon as possible.

I clenched the sword in my hand and ran over there quickly.

I drew the sword from the last man.

The blood splattered on my sleeve, and the strong drowsiness is forcing me to close my eyes, but the pain in my head can barely keep me awake—even if the price of my sobriety is my gradually fading memory .

The hand holding the sword trembled from the pain, and I panted heavily, trying to stand up with the leg that was kneeling on the ground.

However, the person in front of me suddenly moved. He was already lying down in front of me, but his legs twitched violently, as if he was about to bounce off the ground, as if he was not dead yet.

I stretched out my hand to strike him with a sword, but in the next second, the leg that jumped up suddenly regained its composure, kicked straight in the air, and then hit the ground heavily.

The man's eyes reflected my current appearance, with disheveled silver hair and blood spattered on my face.

I lowered my eyes and forced myself to stand up. The place where I was hit by a sword in the fight before began to feel pain that cannot be ignored. My calf, waist, and even more dangerously, a sword directly pierced my chest.

The sound of crashing glass that had been haunting me suddenly disappeared, replaced by the melodious sound of bells in the church.

I dragged my injured leg and walked in the direction of Auston, thinking bitterly that at least the sound would be better this time.

"One, two..." I lowered my head and walked slowly towards Auston, counting the bells, "Three, four."

I made my way up the stairs with difficulty.

five, six.

I threw the sword in my hand on the ground, and I approached Oston who was lying on the ground. His face was no longer pure black and white in my eyes. In my field of vision, those things began to slowly fade away. Restored to its original color, Auston's skin was no longer deathly pale, and the black liquid that entangled him slowly turned red.

Seven, eight, nine.

His lips were covered with blood, and I looked at his face, but I couldn't remember the color of his eyes.The heavy suffocation made me withdraw my hand that wanted to touch him.

ten.

Auston's hand moved slightly, and his eyelashes trembled, as if he wanted to open his eyes.His lips parted and a small sound came out.

I put my ear close to his mouth, his voice was very slow, reaching my ears like a lullaby without a tune.

"I told Cyril to go and find someone to come over."

His eyes opened when he finished the last word, those ice blue eyes seemed to contain snow, he looked at me fixedly, reached out and held my hand.

I smiled at him, stretched out my other free hand to pinch his chin, I leaned over, touched his lips lightly with my lips, I looked into Auston's eyes, he His eyes flickered, as if he couldn't believe it.

But my heart is very soft. After finishing this light kiss, I pressed against his forehead.

eleven.

Oston was silent, he closed his eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I heard the bell."

twelve.

I was taken aback and raised my head when I heard soft footsteps behind me.

The bell did not ring again, and it has rung a total of twelve times from the very beginning to now.The only bell that can be heard in Ulgarve, the farthest border of the empire, is the one in the imperial capital.

The twelve bells of the imperial capital are only used to inform the news of His Majesty's death.

A strong sense of dizziness hit my heart again, and the scene in front of me became distorted again. I clenched Alston's hand, and finally realized that I should look back at the person who made the footsteps.

The man had long, wavy black hair and a faint smile on his lips.The eyes that couldn't see the color made me dazed for a moment, and I couldn't tell who he was.

Is it Archibald... No, he should still be asleep.

The severe pain hit my head, I looked at Oston who had closed his eyes, and vaguely remembered what he said just now, he asked my brother to go outside for help.

Then, this twisted person walking towards me should be my brother——

Gently holding my shoulders with both hands, I turned my head and saw the man's distorted face.

"...Brother?" I said weakly, feeling myself being embraced by him.

The man hugged me affectionately, and before he completely lost consciousness, all I could hear was a laughing sound.

"Good boy."

Cyril led Bryan into the city of Ergarvey. He looked at the group of soldiers following Brian, and his uneasiness in stepping into this forest again dissipated a lot.

"It's inside." He said, and led the people in, but Brian was much faster than him. After a while, he walked in front of him and disappeared.

When Cyril finally followed his footsteps, he saw the second prince lying beside the stone pillar, and the corpses lying together.The second prince's sword fell to his side, as if he fell to the side due to exhaustion.

Brian, who was standing in front of him, walked forward quickly. He bent down to check the second prince, raised his head and said to the group of soldiers, "He's still breathing, take him out."

Cyril's hanging heart slowed down a little. He watched Brian walk to the side of those corpses, and squatted down to examine the faces of those corpses.

After a while, Brian stood up, standing silently like a statue.

"...Let's go." Brian whispered, "Go and have a look inside."

However, when they searched the city of Ergarve, they couldn't find any trace of Ansair. If they hadn't really seen Ansair before, Cyril would have thought that Ansair had never been to Ergar at all. victoria.

The author says:

This volume is over, and in the next chapter, we will see Ansair who has completely lost his memory.

Let me explain in advance, even if Archibald takes Ansair to a neighboring country, Ansair will not be bullied, and even if he doesn't know, he won't let someone who doesn't remember at all stick with him.