The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Ning Feng really didn't want to get involved in this kind of thing anymore.

They keep ignoring me, and in the end they make a mess of things. Am I supposed to clean it up?

I don't want to serve you anymore.

After Ningfeng stepped aside, the anxious queen rushed towards Lai Enhart, who was standing still.

Illusory tears slid down her cheeks as the queen looked anxiously at the heavily wounded king, swaying back and forth in a flustered manner.

Her arms passed through Ennhart's body time and time again, but in the end she grasped nothing.

"Your Majesty, are you alright? This spear!?"

"Is it an assassin? The one who tried to assassinate us before?"

For once, the usually gentle queen showed panic on her face and began to shout incoherently:

"Where's Carl?! Where is he? This is dereliction of duty!"

"Your Majesty! Please speak!"

Glaring at the silent king, Queen Mary finally couldn't help but shout out:

"Come to Enhart!"

! ”

cough cough cough.

Amused by this, the king, who had been silent since the beginning, finally responded.

He chuckled softly, slowly raised his arm, and gently embraced his queen.

He lowered his head and softly called his wife's name:

“Mary.”

Startled and suddenly embraced, Mary was somewhat confused and murmured in bewilderment:

"Huh? Your Majesty!?"

Looking up, she saw the tender eyes of Leonhardt.

There was no doubt, no unease, only tenderness and reluctance.

Even though her former beauty was no longer visible, and even though she had become a ghost, his gaze remained as gentle as ever.

Just like that afternoon when they first met, in the Wang family's garden, the playful boy encountered the girl admiring the flowers.

In the garden, the young but arrogant prince, displaying his domineering nature, extended an invitation to the slightly older noblewoman.

But the girl wasn't angry, or even mocked him. She simply patted his head gently and then naturally took his hand.

Since then, it has never been let go.

"It's okay."

Ok?

What do you mean it's okay?

Ning Feng had originally intended to withdraw from this farce. Since things had already come to this point, there was no reason for the forced mission to fail, and it was time for him to leave.

But the current development made him narrow his eyes.

“Mary, there’s no need to hide it anymore, I already knew.”

He looked up and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. The king, whose remains still stood, spoke softly:

“I’ve known this for a long time.”

“I know… you’ve been controlled by a god.”

"I also know that she can see through your eyes to look at me."

Ning Feng: !

!

The overlooked details sent a chill down Ning Feng's spine the moment they were revealed, and he instantly understood what he had missed.

If a deity is not omnipotent, and therefore needs an informant to observe the greatest threats in the world, what kind of person would she choose?

Was it the head guard who had always been protecting him from behind?

Or is it the person who can spend every day and night with the emperor, the one he would least doubt?

The Queen has always been the eye of God.

Beside him, watching him.

"Your Majesty, I don't understand..."

"It's okay, that wasn't your intention. You were just being manipulated by her, just like everyone else."

Mortals are powerless against gods and are ruthlessly manipulated and played with.

他 说:

I won't blame you.

Blood-red lightning illuminated the sky, lighting up the world for a fleeting moment.

In Ning Feng's eyes, beneath the dark red sky, a giant skeleton pierced by a spear gently blocked the illusory ghosts, and they stared at each other in the rain of blood.

For some reason, this scene evoked a sense of beauty and melancholy in him.

The emotions between the two moved him deeply.

But the more precious such feelings are, the more regrettable it is when they are broken.

Queen Mary looked up blankly at Leonhardt's ferocious face and suddenly remembered everything.

We who have long since died, and the countless seven-day cycles that have continued for thousands of years.

He will always be by my side.

The way he looked at himself shifted from love to doubt, but finally returned to tenderness...

Lai Enhart, has never changed.

In the past, I would always sit by the window waiting for him to return from his campaigns. Back then, my mother would tease me like this:

"If this continues, you'll definitely die in his arms in the end."

I remember saying the same thing back then:

"Even if I die in his arms, I'll accept it. Besides... he's a hero, he wouldn't let me get hurt."

"To die in his arms would be a good ending."

Yes.

That's a good ending too.

Since that's the case, I shouldn't let myself become his weakness.

Mary raised her hands and gently touched Leonhardt's cheeks, revealing a tender smile.

It was a reassuring and warm smile.

she says:

Goodbye, Reinhardt.

"I can no longer hold your hand."

Their bodies became transparent, their already illusory figures rapidly thinned out, and their voices grew fainter and fainter.

She kept staring at Lai Enhart, her eyes filled with reluctance.

Finally, as if remembering something, she murmured:

"I'm so sorry, we didn't have our child..."

The king had no children...

card.

A shattering sound rang out, as if something was silently crumbling within the illusory soul.

The pale, almost imperceptible soul did not completely dissipate in the end; the blood rain falling from the sky passed through the queen's body and fell to the ground.

Gradually, some of the falling blood stopped penetrating and remained inside the Queen's body, staining her with a layer of blood.

The gentle queen perished, while a scarlet phantom awoke in Leonhardt's arms.

His crimson eyes remained calm as he raised his right hand and pulled out the divine spear that had pierced through Leonhardt!

Then, without hesitation, he thrust his sword towards Lenhart's brow again!

……

……

Beneath the tower, the figure beside the stone coffin revealed its true form.

It's Matt, who suddenly disappeared in the tavern earlier!

Matt looked completely different from his previous crazy self during the vocabulary class; it was as if he were a different person.

Although his eyes were tinged with scarlet, they became even more alert and lively.

He stared at the cracks in the stone coffin, and in a teasing tone, suddenly burst into a coquettish laugh, like a woman:

"Found you, little one~"

His appearance hasn't changed at all, but the feeling he gives off is completely different.

"Although we have no grudge against each other because you're too weak, I still have to say..."

"Those who are already dead should not come out again. A peaceful death is the best end for you."

No one responded, and he didn't expect any reply either, so he smiled and extended his right hand.

With hands outstretched upwards, dark light gradually condensed in the void, shaped by an invisible force.

It wasn't from the dried, filthy blood within Matt's body, but something far deeper, like a source that devours everything.