Under the manipulation of Lei Ying, the 'lady' whose figure was already more perfect than her peers, and whose appearance and temperament could be said to be one of the best beauties in the entire Tivat Continent, quickly put on her clothes.
He stood up and instructed Warlock Lei Ying beside him,"I'm going out for a walk today. None of you are allowed to come with me, understand?”
Upon hearing this, Lei Ying, who had just helped the 'lady' put on her clothes, hurriedly knelt down on one knee and promised her 'old' superior.
"We will definitely follow your instructions, Madam.”
After all, the person who conveyed this order to him was the most egotistical of the entire group of fools, the eighth seat of the eleven executive officers, the lady.
If he really dared to say the word "no" at this moment, he would be able to escape.
She probably wouldn't even be able to see the moon tonight.
"So obedient ~"
After showing a satisfied smile to Warlock Lei Ying, the 'lady' left the Goethe Hotel alone.
He walked towards the center of the place where he first met his lover, Rustan.
"I haven't been to this place for some time."
After arriving near the huge wind statue in the center of the West Wind Church, the 'lady' slowly raised her head and scanned the surroundings. The scene was not much different from what she remembered.
In the end, he spat at the statue of Wind God Babatos, who was still holding something in his hands, and secretly thought of its weakness and incompetence.
"Are you polite?"
Even though the lady hated Wind God Babatos, she didn't like him.
However, he had to admit that without him, the country of Mond would still be in a very closed state.
He wouldn't be as free as he was now.
In a sense, Wind God Babatos was indeed fulfilling his responsibility.
He used his divine power to protect the country of Mond.
just
When her most beloved lover, Rustan, needed help, the Wind God chose to hide and watch silently as he disappeared.
This was what the 'lady' Rosalyn Kirrluzika Loefart found most unacceptable.
If she couldn't even protect her beloved lover, why would she still need to believe in him?
May the wind god protect you
This sentence sounded full of irony
Instead of counting on the Wind God, that " coward ", to protect you, it would be better to count on those dutiful knights to protect you.
After all, 500 years ago, if not for those knights who risked their lives and fought bravely, the situation would have been different.
It is estimated that this country has long since ushered in the end of destruction like the old "Ancient War Country·Canreya"
"It's just a pity that my love, Rustan,"
For the 'madam', nothing in this world was more important than her lover, Rüstan.
This relationship had not faded even after 500 years.
Things have changed
The knight who used to stand near him and praise his beauty and singing was no longer there.
All that was left was a cool breeze and sad memories.
Dandelions travel with the morning wind.
The autumn wind brought back the fragrance of harvest.
But no wind can bring me your gaze anymore
Thinking of this, the 'lady' sighed.
It was as if she had returned to her ignorant teenage years, humming an intoxicating song.
However, this time, no one dared to take the initiative to walk up to her and praise her beautiful singing like a lark.
"Your singing is so beautiful."
Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded in her ear, causing her to subconsciously turn her head.
It was as if he had first met Rushan 500 years ago, and he revealed a slightly surprised and flustered expression.
"Just like the sun in spring, the flowers in summer, the fields in autumn, and the snow in winter."
The familiar male voice and tone made the lady unable to suppress the sadness in her heart.
She desperately wanted to find the source of that voice.
This was to confirm if he was the lover in her impression.
" Rustan, is that you?!"
However, the only response to her was silence and the discussions of the surrounding Mond citizens.
This caused the lady's originally happy mood to instantly sink.
He was like a flower that was about to wither, standing motionless on the spot.
......
P.S. Waiting for a wave of eight-fold divine sons who were both intelligent and beautiful at the same time.
Crumb Fox, oh Crumb Fox, do you know how I got through version 2.4?？
I'm waiting for you, holding back the urge to whip a Two-Life Emperor. You must give me some goods, my divine son QxQ!
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