Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"Of course not." Antoine said solemnly, raised his lowered head, and looked into Natalie's eyes.

"But every time I pick up the pen, I don't know what state of mind I am in to describe your face. Maybe one day when inspiration appears, I can't suppress the strong thoughts in my heart and engrave you forever in the depths of my soul, but now I can't... "

"I hope this day won't be too long... Let's get back to the story of Antetila."

The meaning behind Nathalie's words made Antoine shake his head secretly, and he could only sit on the bench as he wished, slowly telling a sad and tragic story.

Arthur came over with a wine flask and a crystal glass. Looking at the subtle atmosphere between the countess and the wandering knight, he asked bluntly with his not too high emotional intelligence.

"What happened?"

Natalie gave Arthur a fierce look and told him to shut up.

The knight, who abides by the strict rules of master and servant, silently poured a glass of wine for the two of them, then consciously stepped back and stood in the corner to wait for the end.

Moistening his throat with sour wine, Antoine began to continue the last paragraph.

"Antetila voluntarily was trapped in a secluded cave. As a living person, she entered the realm of Hades..."

While Nathalie was listening to the story attentively, Antoine's attention was also attracted by those deep and elegant eyes like rubies.

If the world is a huge whirlpool, for Antoine, Natalie's shining eyes are the center of the whirlpool, tearing the entire soul inward bit by bit until it turns into powder-sized fragments and is completely plunged into darkness.

The long chanting did not stop after the head maid entered the residence. A serious and rule-abiding woman can feel deeply about this tragedy.

"While he was still conscious, he held the woman in his weak arms. As soon as he gasped, a rush of blood flowed on her pale face. He lay there with the body hugging the body. This The unfortunate man finally completed his wedding in the house of death..."

In order to make a living, Antoine, who had just entered Fengyu City, performed as a bard among the nobles. At first, he only sold some exquisite and flashy poems.

But after meeting Natalie, Antoine, who saw the countess for the first time, somehow chose a tragedy, "Antigone", a tragedy that faced the entire symbolic system alone.

Through her eyes that showed sadness from time to time, he guessed that the Countess was definitely not innocent and kind-hearted. There must be something hidden under her deep eyes...

Natalie had already burst into tears and choked with sobs as she wrote Haemon's ending on the parchment. The pauses in ink, which were obviously different from the smooth writing of the previous article, were enough to prove her feelings about the story: "He knew clearly that his lover was a lonely martyr, or... Go to hell with her..."

Arthur, who was standing by, had a serious look on his face and put forward a different point of view: "No, being disappointed with his father's dictatorship was the reason why Haemon died in love."

Ainady, who was concerned about the integrity of the story, also stood up from behind the curtain, gritted her teeth and stared, questioning: "Creon also deserves to be punished, what is his result?!"

Three people, three different modes of thinking.

Antoine had no time to think about why the three people who had grown up together had become like this. He looked at the sky and realized that night was approaching. He drank the last bit of wine in the glass, patted his thighs and prepared to leave.

"The ending of the story...even I don't want to tell it myself. In a few days, I will compile the entire story into a written article and dedicate it to Her Majesty the Countess. It's getting late, and I should go back."

Before Natalie could respond, Antoine hurriedly ran outside. If she continued to talk, with her persistent character, she would definitely let herself continue the story.

…

Just after leaving the uptown area, Antoine breathed a sigh of relief, pushed open the wooden door of the small courtyard, prepared to clean up, and went straight to the orphanage.

But just as he used the key to unlock the iron lock, a sharp male voice suddenly came from behind.

"Are you a descendant of the Malthael family?"

Hearing the name of his family, Antoine's pupils shrank suddenly. Apparently he did not expect that someone in faraway Altdorf would actually know Sayer's name.

His first reaction was not to ask who the speaker was. Instead, with lightning speed, he reached his right hand into his waist, drew out the short knife and stabbed backwards.

As a result of years of training, the stainless steel dagger was as fast as an arrow, but the speaker was even faster. When Antoine stabbed the dagger and turned around to observe, his palm was already firmly grasped, and it was difficult to break free no matter how hard he tried. .

But I still have a dagger...

His free left hand reached into his waist again. This time, Antoine no longer straightened his arm to attack, but instead stabbed backhand from under his arm very secretly.

With the sound of the tearing fabric breaking and the feedback of the dagger piercing into the flesh, Antoine knew he had succeeded.

The wailing pain that he imagined the person behind him should have did not appear, but instead there was a hint of appreciation in his tone.

"Nice job, but still no good."

A fist wrapped in a gauntlet appeared in Antoine's eyes, and in less than half a second, it had landed on his abdomen.

For a moment, Antoine felt that his body was being torn apart around his abdomen, and perhaps a hollow of flesh and blood had appeared under the terrifying force.

Flying in mid-air, he could only sigh helplessly before his death. After hiding for so long, what should come will definitely come.

When he fell to the ground, the hard floor made him feel a sharp pain in his back. He felt as if he had lost all strength and was unable to move. He could only watch the accuser strolling closer.

Antoine smiled sarcastically and coughed twice: "I didn't expect you could catch up here. It really surprises me."

The man whose face was covered by the tall brim of his hat was stunned. He straightened his body and looked down coldly at Antoine lying on the ground: "You seem to have some misunderstandings about me, Antoine Masaiel."

"Go away your misunderstandings. I ran from the north to the south of the empire. You came to Fengyu City from a distance of thousands of miles. If you are not chasing me, are you here to send Jin Maz?"

"Chasing?" The mysterious man murmured in a low voice, as if Antoine's words caused some confusion.

During the gap when he was silent for a while, Antoine found that there was no hollow in his body, and clenched his palms.

Run!

Just as Antoine pressed his palm on the ground and prepared to use the force to run directly out of the yard, the mysterious man seemed to have finished thinking and said in a very subtle tone: "I never thought that the son of Sayil would flee like a wild dog. Is this simple yard your home or a disguised hiding place?"

Antoine's face was solemn after asking, and he simply stopped thinking about running away. He stood up and held the sharp dagger in one hand and pointed it directly at the mysterious man.

"The past that I tried to escape has never left... But before I give up, I will tear off a piece of your flesh."

"Really... But you have no chance, a traitor who cannot be tolerated by Ulthuan..." (End of this chapter)