You and me under the world tree

Immediately afterwards, time and space seemed to freeze at this moment.

Sifka felt that everything around him was moving away from him!

"What is this..."

Before he could look around, he saw a woman standing there under the moonlight.

"Are you..."

After seeing the woman's attire, Sifka subconsciously felt that his breathing became difficult.

That's what a king looks like.

To be precise, it was the dress that King Dittmar was used to!

Chapter 88: Shh~ Quiet

The moment that woman appeared, Sifka put all his attention on that person.

She was obviously wearing close-fitting armor inside, and at the same time, her large-looking, heavy eagle-striped shawl fluttered in the wind.

And under the wide shawl, hung a long sword on the side of the waist.

Sifka, who has always been active in the Gothic court as a palace minister, of course knows this outfit, which is unique to King Dittmar.

Although King Dittmar has long since ceased to be active on the battlefield, he has always felt insecure.

Because he came from the court where they fought each other and plotted against each other, he had always been used to wearing a close-fitting armor to protect himself, and naturally he carried his sword with him.

What's more, the eagle pattern is the royal symbol of the Amelongen family.

Even, to be precise, this is the symbol of the Gothic Kingdom.

Even the long-inherited Amelongen family cannot use it at will. Only after becoming the true royal family of Goths can they use this coat of arms.

Therefore, when he saw the eagle pattern depicted on the wide shawl blowing in the wind, Sifka immediately thought about the identity of the woman in front of him.

But at this moment, his brain seemed to stop functioning.

Shock!

Confuse!

This emotion lingered in his mind, making the gears in his brain rust quickly and unable to continue turning.

For people who often use their brains, the feeling of being stuck in their thoughts is naturally extremely uncomfortable.

The same is true for Sifka, after all, he was a palace minister before.

Although he is young and has evil intentions, he has sat in this seat for a while after all.

Although it was true to have the support and patronage of King Ditmar, after all, this palace minister was only able to ascend to the position of palace minister with the support of King Dittmar.

Otherwise, no matter how talented, an ordinary person with no foundation would not be able to break through the layers of barriers in the palace and stand on a high place?

But in contrast, if he is just a mediocre guy, he can even be said to be a fool who is not good at using his brain.

Then, taking ten thousand steps back, even with the support of King Ditmar, he couldn't stand at all.

After all, if he was just a mediocre guy, he wouldn't even be appreciated by Dittmar, nor would he be able to use him as a sharp, young knife to disturb the court that had been silent for a long time.

Therefore, Sifka is naturally a person who likes to use his brain.

For him, the feeling of his brain shutting down almost made it hard to breathe.

So at this moment, he even started to pant heavily.

Who is this woman?

This question lingered in his mind, but he still couldn't come to a conclusion.

In fact, it was only a few seconds since he started looking at this woman.

And during these few seconds, he kept his eyes on the woman's clothes.

It might be difficult for ordinary people to understand this kind of mentality, but at this moment, he really felt that it was an extremely shameful thing that he failed to catch the clues of the woman's identity in these few seconds.

Even, at that time, there was still a touch of fear in his heart.

Moreover, this fear was not aimed at that woman.

To be precise, this can be summed up in one word: unknown.

Because in his opinion, it is an extremely bad thing for the perfect plan to go wrong. He still hasn't figured out the identity of the man in the black robe.

Who on earth would dare to throw a sword at him who holds Gungnir in his hand?

As a result, now, he actually saw a woman dressed similarly to King Dietmar.

No one can really understand what weight the former King of Goths holds in Sifka's heart.

Because of the massacre of the village, the cruel picture in his mind almost occupied his entire childhood.

No one can understand what kind of mentality he has to face the cruel old king every day as the palace minister.

Even, even knowing that he is dead, at this moment, he still pays attention to his attire.

"Who are you..."

At this moment, he seemed a little impatient, so he asked directly.

However, just when his gaze finally moved away from the clothes similar to Dittmar's, he suddenly lost his voice.

Because at this time, what he saw was the silver glow under the moonlight.

Along with the cool night wind is the silver hair, which seems to be gorgeous that does not belong to this world or to human beings.

Even at that moment, Sifka felt completely captivated.

Whether it is mind or body, he always has such a feeling of being captured.

However, when he noticed the woman's eyes, he felt his head was hit hard by something.

The scarlet eyes are exactly the same as King Dittmar's.

There was a sense of oppression that made it difficult to breathe, but the long silver hair and pale complexion still made him think of a woman.

"Dietrich..."

Seeing the appearance with flying long hair, Sifka subconsciously exclaimed.

And then, after calling out this name, a lingering tremor and fear inevitably appeared in his heart.

What is she doing here?

Or, why is she still here?

And still wearing his father's clothes openly?

At this point, Sivka just stared at the woman until she laughed.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it looks like you're terrified of that Dietrich kid."

Accompanied by that alluring voice, the woman approached slowly.

And after hearing her words, even Sifka couldn't help being taken aback.

What does she mean?

For a moment, he suddenly felt that he could not understand what the woman said.

Isn't she Dietrich?

Just when he fully understood the meaning of those words, he found that the woman suddenly disappeared in front of him.

"?!"

But in the end, with the breeze blowing by, the voice came from behind him.

"Are you curious about who I am?"

When he realized that the woman was behind him, Sifka even had cold sweat on his forehead.

Immediately afterwards, a sword was placed across his neck.

This made Sifka dare not move at all, and even at this moment, he did not dare to speak casually.

He could only turn his head slightly and follow the angle of the sharp sword to look at the woman holding the sword.

Immediately afterwards, what he saw was a scene he would never forget.

In front of his eyes, the flames were burning, and against the backdrop of the flames, the white-haired woman's head stretched out like ram-like horns.

"Speaking of which, many people should be curious, right? Curious about why Dittmar chose 'ram' as the symbol..."

"you……"

At this moment, Sivka suddenly wanted to shout loudly.

However, at this time, he found that he couldn't make any sound.

There was no reason, it seemed he just couldn't say anything.

"Shh~ be quiet."

After seeing that the man couldn't make any sound, she couldn't help laughing.

"I'm going to take you to meet another woman, you should thank me~."

Chapter 89: How about listening to me tell a story?

Luna Mani, as always, is dedicated to her duties.

After his irascible sister finished driving the sun chariot, he came out in his own moon chariot.

Compared with the fiery radiance emanating from the Sun Goddess, Mani's radiance is so soft.

Under this radiance, most people have already fallen asleep, and there are only so few people whose families are still lit with lights.

And that includes the mansion where Her Highness the Queen lived.

In fact, due to size issues, the residences of nobles and courtiers in the city were not very large.

For most of them, the residence in the city does not need to be spacious, because it is only used for living.

Often they would buy fields and build estates somewhere outside the capital.

It is far away from the political center like Wangcheng, and even to a certain extent, it is far away from the huge flow of people.

For most of them, these manors that are only close to some villages and towns are places to enjoy.

It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, which is the best choice in terms of environment.

Moreover, in fact, not only the noble courtiers, but also the royal family will buy some land and build manors on it.

King Dittmar fought for half his life, and naturally he would not forget to enjoy it after ensuring the stability of the entire kingdom, so even now, there are various manors in the territory directly under the jurisdiction and other places.

Maybe it is against the mountains, or it may be against the beautiful tributaries of the Rhine.

There are even farms built on the plains adjacent to the royal family's private pastures.

If you only consider the living environment and pursue it, then leaving Ravenna, which has experienced the fire, and living in other areas is the best choice.

However, Otilia, who likes to enjoy life, did not choose this way in the end.

For her now, it is extremely rare to have a place where she can calm down.

Not because of anything else, because even after nearly a month, she was still in shock.

Although in the end, she was still rescued from the sea of ​​fire by the holy sword warrior Wittig, and unexpectedly, she was not injured much.

In fact, compared to her lover Sifka's broken arm, she only had some inexplicable bruises on her body, which looked as if she had been hit by a stone.

Moreover, more than half of this injury was healed by Wittig, who can use magic.

In this conversion, the woman was not injured much.

However, in terms of psychological shadows, no one is more frightened than this woman Otilia.

Although she was not seriously injured, she was hovering on the verge of death.

If someone hadn't stopped the furious Dietrich, she would have been killed.

And more importantly, she was threatened and ridiculed by more than one person.