Moonlight Love Poem

Ever since Archibald came to this temple, all his actions had a faint taste of weirdness.

If he really believes in the god in front of him, how can he stand in front of God when I worship the god?What's more, what he said next was more like he himself was that god.

I took a step back, and Cyril, who was standing aside, came into my sight again.

He stared closely behind Archibald, his face pale, as if there was something to fear there.

However, when I looked over calmly, nothing changed there.The priest standing aside took a step towards Archibald, lowered his head and said something reverently.I avoided the sight of Archibald staring at me, and left the dim church with the excuse of breathing.

Cyril could feel his beating heart violently, and even if he couldn't see it, he could still imagine his pale face.

He thought that the things he saw in the corridor were the scariest things he saw today. The familiar jewels were all worn by his father, mother, brothers and sisters when they died, and the source of evil, symbolizing The golden ring that marks the engagement of the family and the crown prince.

If it weren't for the ridiculous marriage contract, his family would not have received the emperor's revenge and all died miserably.

He managed to calm down, thinking that he would no longer be afraid.

However, the newly built city wall collapsed after he saw Archibald's next action with his own eyes.

This demon who holds the highest authority in the empire, was treating his beloved wife calmly and gently in one second, but in the next second after Ansair closed his eyes, he reached out and picked up the candlestick that was still burning with candles , with a regretful expression, raised the thing above the opponent's drooping head, as if he was going to smash the opponent to death in the next second.

He almost screamed, but the extreme fear made him lose his voice, and the tragedy could almost be foreseen.His legs were trembling constantly, and his frantically beating heart was about to burst out of his body——

However, the next second, the emperor seemed to regain his senses. He put the candlestick back again, his hands dripping with wax oil were behind his back, he bent down, his long black hair swayed in front of him, and An Sair's long, silky silver hair was a stark contrast.Archibald kissed his queen again, his movements were gentle and his expression was pity, as if everything just now didn't exist.

Ansair, who escaped by chance, left like this. He didn't know what happened just now, and Archibald wouldn't let him know.

However, 'Syril' cannot leave at will, he must obey the emperor's order, and right now, the emperor obviously has no intention of ordering him.So he can only make himself a ghost as much as possible, a shadow in this dark church, hoping that the current emperor can completely ignore him, that he can end this day safely, return to that dark prison, and then Hold the sick Laura tightly again.

Archibald lowered his head and wiped off the solidified wax oil on the back of his hand, leaving behind patches of light red marks.

It looked like blood splashed on the back of his hand, he thought casually, but it was slightly lighter. If Ansair had been killed like that just now, the color here would have become brighter.

The man next to him pretending to be a priest continued to report to him, saying meaningless things.

"The missionary angels have already distributed the holy water to the edge of the empire. According to the news that came back, many people believed in your sect, and began to spontaneously promote it to the people around them, and even offered to drink the holy water to purify themselves... But After all, it is the lowest holy water, so within a few days, those who drank the holy water all died."

"However, those people believed that they were led by the angels to the Father's side, and did not cause great confusion—"

Archibald raised his head, turned his gaze to the direction of the church door, and suddenly asked, "Did someone die when the queen was on tour a few days ago?"

The priest's eloquent words stopped suddenly, his eyes slightly widened, and he didn't know how to answer.

However, the emperor just turned his head and glanced at him lightly: "Huh?"

The priest quickly lowered his head, and said with difficulty: "...Yes, one person died, but it should be an ordinary murder case. There are obviously knife wounds on his body, and we didn't do it..."

The handsome emperor smiled, dark purple pupils were hidden by thick black eyelashes, a faint stream of light flashed across his eyes, the whole person looked strange and gorgeous, as if he was about to choose someone to fall in love with The poisonous snake looked like an eagle about to catch its prey, although it was smiling, but there was no smile: "Did I say you did it?"

"It's an ominous sign for someone to accuse my queen of this incident, but it's my queen, and it's not their turn to guide me behind the scenes... Do you understand what I mean?"

"You mean...?" the priest asked tentatively, "Should that person be executed secretly?"

Archibald reached out and stroked the candlestick that he had put down. Following the candlestick, he looked at the feet of the statue. The winding thorns attracted his attention. He felt the temperature in his palm, as if in a daze. Saw another existence: "I want everyone who saw the corpse to know that this is God's punishment."

The priest nodded in agreement, but after a while, he raised his head again and said in a low voice: "But the person who made the suggestion has believed in our religion and provided us with a lot of fresh human bodies. Kill him?"

"This kind of thing?" the emperor said calmly. He turned his head and stared deeply at the priest.

The priest heard the emperor's act of picking up the candlestick before, and he felt uneasy: "That one, didn't His Majesty want him to sacrifice?"

Since there is a sacrifice sooner or later, it makes no difference whether it is sooner or later.

To be on the safe side, he didn't say the latter sentence.The emperor never heard back, so he kept bowing his head reverently, waiting for the other party's response.

However, even this act of surrender also made him lose the opportunity to discover the danger in the first place.

Cyril watched in horror as the emperor standing in the shadows turned his head and picked up the candlestick beside him. His expression was cold with a little regret, but the movement of picking up the candlestick did not stop at all, and the burning candle was lit. His long, black hair immediately became curly and charred, but even so, Archibald didn't stop to check his movements.

The other party just raised the candlestick high, and the lit candle dripped wax oil, which flowed onto the assailant's arm, and also dripped onto the priest who was about to be shrouded in death.

Cyril watched the priest raise his head in doubt, but he didn't even see what was about to happen. The next second, the luxurious copper candlestick hit the priest's head hard, 'Bang—— '

After a heavy sound, the priest shook his body, as if he hadn't felt a headache yet, he finally raised his head this time, Cyril couldn't see his expression at this time, he could only see that the other party was streaming out The bloody head, the emperor didn't hold back at all, the opponent's head was smashed directly, the bright red blood mixed with the solidified wax oil, it looked miserable and terrifying, a scene that could only be seen after falling into hell.

...That's right, Archibald is a, a complete demon...What he should have known was clear when his father and the others died...No, no, no - can't stay any longer!He will also be tortured to death by this horrible demon with cruel methods——

He was trembling, fear finally overcame reason, and when Archibald hit him for the second time, his already weak heart still broke down, he screamed and yelled at those relatives who had died, he panicked. wanted to escape.Even though he hurt himself severely because he couldn't see the way, he couldn't understand it at all. After pushing away another numb believer, his legs were weak and he ran out of the church door trembling.

Archibald smashed the candlestick down again, and the warm blood splashed from the dead man's head sprayed on his face. At this time, half of his face was stained with blood, and anyone who looked at his cold look would tremble. .

"..." He lowered his head and looked at the unrecognizable corpse on the ground. The scene completely different from what he had imagined made him drop the candlestick in his hand in disappointment. lip corners.

As if he had seen enough of the person in front of him, he raised his head, stared at the god statue with a compassionate expression, and wiped his bloody side face with his hand.

"...Clean up here." After he finished speaking, he walked out without looking back.

With the desire to kill Ansair, he killed those who questioned him, but when he saw the tragic image of the corpse, he felt empty, it was not what he imagined, and he couldn't put the corpse without half a sense of beauty into it. Imagine Ansair.

Sure enough, it would be better to meet the real person.He will think of the most suitable way to die for him.

Archibald smiled, wiped out his scorched hair, walked to the corridor, and picked up the rusted long sword.

"...I'm not a proactive person."

Looking at the peaceful surroundings, for some reason, this sentence suddenly appeared in my mind.

It has no beginning and no end, and there is no connection with the surrounding scenes. However, just such a sentence made my heavy and confused mood suddenly better. I raised my head and stared at the light blue sky. Smiling and repeating the sentence again.

A scream of fear came from behind me. I turned my head and saw Cyril, who was terrified and running away from the church. Under the sunlight, the top of his light silver hair became a little dark blue. However, he ran too fast, as if someone was chasing after him, and he couldn't hear my shout at all. He was like a gust of wind, blowing straight ahead.

I frowned and looked towards the door of the church.

Behind him, Archibald, half of his body covered in blood, came out holding a sword.

The rusted long sword was a collection I had seen before. There was no blood on the sword, but Archibald looked like he had just killed someone. His white sleeves were stained red with blood, and the blood was mottled. Half of his handsome face was covered with blood, and a smear of red flowed from his forehead to the corner of his lips, like a flowing scar.

"Are you here?" Archibald walked towards me with a smile, and I looked at him vigilantly, not understanding what happened in that church in such a short period of time.

"Ansair, let me take a closer look at you." He opened his arms towards me, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

I watched the bloodthirsty light in his eyes and stood still.

He looked down at his appearance, stretched out his bloody palm and wiped away the blood on his face, this time, he stretched out his hand again, and said with a smile: "You don't want to see something happen between Cyril and that cat Yes, is it?"

I looked at him coldly, but I have to say that he really understands what I care about, and threatening me with these things is indeed a simple and effective way.

I lowered my eyes, took a deep breath, walked towards him, and put my hand on his palm.

"Can you threaten me with this kind of thing, Archibald, are we really lovers?" He reached out and grabbed my hand, the bloody look made people shudder, looking at his face, I calmly said.

Archibald raised his eyes: "You are my queen."

Not lovers.

I don't know why, even though I had already guessed in my heart, when it was actually verified, I was still relieved.

The author says:

Archibald's spirit is very unstable, Ives is unstable, and Aldrich is also unstable.

Ives had to act a little better in front of Ansair, but now it doesn't work either.

Aldrich was worried about his younger brother, and the joy of getting his revenge made him feel better.