Release that Witch

I thought that this problem would make him think for a long time, but did not expect to get a quick answer.

"Why..." Hyde groaned, "Because you are a witch."

The magic string does not jump. So, the nightingale suddenly understood a lot of things, the witch is the devil's minion, the incarnation of the fallen, once become a witch, it will gradually lose the feeling of being a human being. At that time, the argument was deeply rooted in the heart, and the moment she learned that she was awakened, perhaps In the eyes of the other party, she is no longer a member of the human race, let alone the relationship between her brother and her brother. The so-called betrayal is nothing but a way to protect yourself. Hyde still thinks so. It is because he completely believes in his own judgment that he will answer so naturally.

Afterwards, Hyde also said a lot. For example, he used to be ignorant and ignorant. He didn't know that this was the filthy word fabricated by the church. For example, now he has already repented and hoped that she could forgive herself... but the nightingale did not listen to these words. The thoughts in my mind are like a storm, which makes it difficult for her to return to her.

So she should not blame the other party, just because most people will make the same choice?

For him, he is not betraying his own sister, but a devil who will lose his humanity sooner or later? Since it is a devil, there is no trust in each other, and it can be said.

Can... is that true?

Clearly asking about Hyde, her consciousness unconsciously drifted to another person.

That person is also a nobleman, let alone blood, and has never seen it once. If it is a matter of course to betray the witch, then he should have sent Anna to the gallows.

There is no fear or disgust to the witch. Besides curiosity, his eyes are clear and easy to understand, even if she has threatened the other side.

The scene of the scene flashed quickly, as if going back and forth, and finally stopped at the moment before the heavy snowfall.

The first winter after they met.

"...I don't think she can live without the demon moon."

"Why?"

"She said she would not lose to the demon phagosome, and I believe her."

"You actually believe in a witch, we are cursed by the devil."

"Is it? I believe in you too."

The sea of ​​memory sways with this sentence.

The nightingale took a deep breath and pulled consciousness back into reality. "Wait here, if someone comes to you, what to do if you do it, just when I have not been there."

"Wait, wait... where are you going?"

She inserted the dagger back into her waist and hid it into the fog, "to accomplish what I should do."

......

As Hyde said, she could invade the bedroom of Viscount Dortmund Sommer, using a dagger to force him to say everything from the beginning to the end. Most aristocrats often scare their souls when they see the sharp knives. They ask for a sentence and only hate that they have two mouths. And some of the more stubborn people, after being picked up the ten fingernails, will also dump the secrets with joy, which she has already verified many times.

If the death of the parents is really related to the Viscount, she will naturally let the other party understand what the blood debt is.

But at night, I don’t want to do this.

Especially after the scene just after.

Now she is no longer alone.

She has people who can be convinced and trusted.

Compared to the practice of the shadow killer in the past, she wants to try to solve this incident in another way. If it is Roland, she must not want to see her being too contaminated with unnecessary blood.

Crossing the foggy world, a few of the nightingales entered the study of Dortmund. Several black holes with no light were like the **** of ink, and they stood in the black and white world. She did not care about the guards who were sleeping by the door, but instead looked at the field of stone in the bookcase.

She slowly walked to the wall, and the straight wall was twisted, the contours were curved and curled, like a bunch of hair that was lost, and the things covered underneath were exposed.

Through the contour of the deformation, she saw the details that ordinary people could not see. A thin metal rod was buried under the wall, one connected to the bookcase and the other connected to the "black ball."

This is a very common institution secret.

The nightingale easily destroyed the bell hanging under the organ, and then pushed a seemingly unpredictable book with almost no sound, and the MiG secret door was opened.

The hidden box is embedded with the stone of the gods, but this is hard to beat her. Before she was still a child, the mouse coach who was brought by the old Gülen passed on the ability of a qualified thief to her. Years of tempering, she has long mastered the skills of how to open all kinds of locks with copper needles.

After opening three or four iron boxes in succession, the nightingale found what he wanted.

It was a recent account book that recorded the batches, objects, and numbers of dream water trades as she expected. The nobles always like to hide their important objects in places that they think are hidden.

With this record, plus the goods that have not been shot in the mansion, the evidence is conclusive.

The nightingale returned to the basement and reported to Roland the whole story.

When the sky was white, the first army that had been ordered to come was surrounded by the government.

......

Three days later, the nightingale appeared again in front of Hyde, and the latter was just released from the prison. The slyness and sorrow on his face almost made him like a dead body. Until the nightingale was seen, a trace of color appeared in his eyes.

Anger and hatred.

"The Viscounts of Somalia were sentenced to hang, the rest of the family served for 20 years, and the two seals belonged to the kingdom. You waited for me to wait for this result?" In a no-one lane, Hyde no longer suppressed Living in my own emotions, whispering to her, "take everything away, let me become nothing?"

"You should be thankful that you are not considered a member of the Somé family," the nightingale calmed. "At least you are alive than the Viscount."

"That's just because you want me to continue to suffer, look at my jokes! It was like this eight years ago, now it is like this... After you killed Lao Gelan, you left and knew what life I lived after. It’s hard to have the opportunity to get the Somalia territory. I thought you would help me, but you ruin it!” Hyde clenched his fist. “I don’t have a title or a seal. Are you satisfied? You didn't forgive me at all, Veronica! You liar... All you want is revenge! I should have understood it!"

As he spoke, his snoring brought a crying sound, then curled up and snorted. "Nothing... I have nothing..."

The night was silent for a long time. "Yes, I didn't forgive you, and I will never be born with the same origin. The more I betrayed, the more I can't forgive." She paused. "But you don't have nothing, at least me. Give you freedom."

This sentence makes Hyde, with his face and dirt, look up.

"No matter whether it is old Gülen or Somé, or anyone else, you can't restrict you. From now on how you want to live and what you can do is up to you, not like others. Controlled in the hands like a puppet. You think this is a punishment or a torture. It doesn't matter if you hate me. It is your own choice. We will have no relationship in the future."

After saying this, the nightingale turned and walked to the entrance of the alley, disappearing into the vision of Hyde.