A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

To preserve the empire's dignity, the acting emperor Carrasco would not let those who disrespected the royal family go unpunished.

However, without evidence, no one can prove that the person in front of them is Princess Virginia.

"I heard the princess has blue hair..."

"And they're blue-eyed..."

The guards began to whisper among themselves.

“I am Virginia Will, and this is proof.” In addition to appearance, members of the royal family also have insignia that can prove their identity.

For example, the emblem that Virginia took out of her bosom.

“Your Highness!?” The guards recognized the insignia and immediately knelt down on one knee, bowing their heads.

"Get up." Virginia shook her head; she had no interest in watching the guards kneel.

"Your Highness, how disrespectful these people are..."

“Blanche, it’s okay, I’ll explain what happened to them.” Virginia waved her hand.

Instead of dwelling on these things, we should think more about the accident that just happened.

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Virginia and Bray didn't mince words and cooperated quite well in reporting everything that had just happened to the guards.

The most important thing is to let Clinton's people in charge know.

No one can guarantee where something will happen next. This time it happened at this historical site, but what about next time? What if it happens in the city?

Bray also agreed with Virginia's approach: to avoid causing panic, but at least to let Clinton in power know.

"Creak." After a long while, Bray pushed open the door and left the room.

Inside the room, Princess Virginia is seen conversing with Lord Clinton.

Virginia seems to want people to stay home more.

However, the lord did not want to do this, because it would easily arouse suspicion and lead to more things he did not want to see.

"Brother." Lux ran up to Bray and touched him all over.

"What are you touching?"

"Are you alright? Of course, you were that close to that weird guy." Lux was a little worried about Bray.

There is no doubt that the clown was the culprit, and Bray was too close to the clown at that time. It is hard to imagine that Bray would have escaped unscathed.

“I’ll be fine,” Bray said.

For some reason, Jonathan didn't do anything to Lux and the others.

However, thanks to this, Bray doesn't have to worry about anything.

The last time Nalan threatened him with Naruko and Levy, it left him physically and mentally exhausted.

“Your college will probably leave Clinton ahead of schedule, right?” Bray asked.

"Yes, the mentors will find out what happened soon, and I doubt they'll let me stay."

Imperial Academy wouldn't let its students risk danger for no reason, and would definitely end this trip.

The trip can continue, but safety should be the top priority.

“Yes, we’ll leave with you then,” Bray said in a deep voice.

Bray will try to prevent Jonathan from making things too big, but whether he can ultimately succeed is another matter.

Bray had no idea what that clown, whoever was thinking, would do.

In short, it was definitely the right thing to do to get Lux, Blanche, and Princess Virginia to leave Clinton.

“You can come with us too.” Lux was clearly still worried about her brother.

She certainly saw Bray deal with the thorny roses back then, but she was still uneasy.

Moreover, Jonathan's ambiguous conversations with his brother made Lux even more uneasy.

It seemed his brother had a deep connection with that dangerous man. Diman walked down Clinton Street, shifting the shoulder carrying his cloth bag.

Whether it was Diman's imagination or not, there seemed to be far fewer people on the street, especially tourists.

Imperial College, which recently visited Clinton, also left early.

This brought a sense of desolation to Clinton, where there were not many local residents to begin with.

But Diman didn't dwell on it for long; he was going to Miss Angelia's mansion today.

Two days had passed since his last visit to Angela's house. Diman glanced at the calendar after getting up and decided on today's itinerary.

Although Angelia remained indifferent to him, Diman still insisted on going there.

Ah... if it was initially to pursue this beautiful young lady, now it's just to keep this lonely young lady company.

Since it has lasted for so long, Diman will probably continue.

Of course, he couldn't say for sure when he would give up, after all, everyone gets tired eventually.

Even if he has a strong will now, he might give up in the long run.

There is an end to giving unconditionally.

At least for now, Diman can continue to give without expecting anything in return.

Let him keep drawing for that young lady until he can't continue.

It's a rare treat that a young lady enjoys looking at the scenery he paints; for a painter with nothing else to offer, this is a source of joy.

He took the familiar path, left Clinton, and entered the suburbs.

At first, the terrain may seem too complicated.

But after visiting a few times, you'll gradually get to know each place, and then going to the old houses won't be difficult.

There are too many thorns on the road, making it easy to get injured.

I remember that every time he came to the old house, he would be covered in wounds from these thorns.

“Mr. 112?” Diman had just seen the rusty gate when he noticed 112 standing there.

"You're here again." 112 looked at Diman through its cat-eye eyes.

"Bang—" Before Diman could say anything, 112 opened the door for the other party.

112 stood to the side with his arms crossed, saying nothing.

"Hey, may I go in now?"

"Do whatever you want, just don't break anything. This house is old enough as it is," 112 said.

Diman carried his belongings and entered the house.

The roses here bloom all year round, as if blessed by magic.

Anyway, Diman never saw these roses wither.

Perhaps the roses did wither, but were simply cleared away by 112.

Diman bowed slightly to 112 to express his gratitude.

He has visited this old house many times, but he still feels moved by its antiquity.

Why would Angelia keep this house in its original state? It must be a house from her grandfather's generation, and it's truly incredible that it's been preserved intact.

"Miss Angelia, what are you looking at?" Diman saw Angelia standing on the first floor, looking up at the sky.

Diman followed Angelia's gaze and discovered that they were all his own paintings.

From this perspective, the landscape stretches as far as the eye can see, from the western continent to the northern continent, from winter to spring, from mountains to sea, seemingly encompassing the entire world.

Of course, this statement is a bit of an exaggeration, after all, there are still many places in the world that ordinary people cannot set foot in.

Diman is an ordinary person, and can only travel to these simple places.

However, these landscapes, as depicted by Diman, far surpass the original magnificence.

"It's you?" Angelia was startled when she heard Diman's voice and looked away from the painting.

"Didn't Mr. 112 tell you I was coming this time?"

“No, he told me beforehand.” Angelia shook her head; her reaction was purely due to being lost in thought.

So, as soon as I came to my senses, I subconsciously said that.

"Are you looking at these paintings?" Diman was also looking at the paintings; he realized he had painted so many for Angelia.

He didn't even bother to count exactly how much time had passed.

Everything seems like yesterday, like the day Angela drove her away with her words.

"Hmm..." Angelia blushed a little for some reason.

But it was still because of what Naruko had said earlier.

She gathered her hair and composed herself.

"Are you drawing today too?" Angelia asked softly.

"Besides this, there's nothing else I can do." Diman chuckled awkwardly. If he wasn't here to paint or to see Angelia, why would he have come to this old house?

"Can you draw my portrait today?" Angelia asked Diman after hesitating for a few seconds.

"Your portrait?" Diman was taken aback. He had painted Angelia once before, but had never painted her again.

"Yes, I want to see what I will look like now that you've drawn me."

“With pleasure.” Diman smiled and took the tools out of his bag.

The two sat down quietly, and then the painter began to paint.

Diman didn't ask Angelia to pose in any particular way, so Angelia just lay on the table, quietly looking at the trees outside.

Many thoughts flashed through Angelia's mind, including the words Naruko had said to her.

What exactly were her feelings for Diman?

Pure friendship with the opposite sex? This vague and even irresponsible classification... doesn't seem to be Angelia's true thought.

Love? It hasn't reached that level; the connection between the two of them isn't that profound at all.

However, the thought that someone other than 112 would come here regularly every week and would deliberately draw some scenery that she had never seen before would unconsciously bring a beautiful smile to Angelia's lips.

A long, red gothic dress, like an autumn leaf.

Those slightly parted lips were like cherry blossom petals.

Diman must be painting these on canvas right now.

If we could spend the long years like this, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad.

Unfortunately, that's impossible.

One day, Diman will grow old and lie in a black coffin.

She was still trapped inside the old house, looking up at the sky that was all too familiar to her.

These peaceful and beautiful times will never return.

For some reason, Angelia felt that the feeling at this moment was more intoxicating than the passionate love she had experienced before.

"Miss Angelia?" Diman seemed to notice Angelia's dazed gaze, and couldn't help but stop painting, asking with concern.

"Is she feeling unwell?" He had never heard of Miss Angelia being unwell before, but he was still a little worried.

"No, you can keep drawing."

"By the way, can I lie down here and take a nap?" Angelia adjusted her position, her hair falling over her shoulders.

"This is your home, Miss Angelia. You can do whatever you like."

“…” Angelia didn’t speak, closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, sleeping peacefully and comfortably.

Diman also drew Angelia's sleeping face. "Bray, has something big happened to Clinton?" Naruko quietly asked Bray.

Bray glanced at Naruko before answering her question.

"Yes." And Bray's answer was very concise.