The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

That was just his starting point, and now, he is about to reach his end.

"That's not too bad, is it?"

Ivar smiled softly, then turned around, pushed the door open and walked into the heavy rain.

When he closed the door, a gust of wind flowed in through the gap in the window and blew down the picture frame on the locker.

...END...

Introduction 3) The Fang

"The fangs and blades crossed for the first time that day, and the sparks they created shone for decades without fading."

——"Forbidden Sayings: The Old Testament"

......

Balzac remembered that day.

In the early days of what was later called the "College War", he led the advance team of the World Alliance. Under the cover of the Dila Fleet, he crossed the Iron Curtain from the east coast and fought his way into the federal border city of Lavis.

At that time, he was just a member of the Royal Guard and had not yet been awarded the title of "Tusk" by King Avadar.

The process of crossing the Iron Curtain was arduous. As a federal border city, although Lavis was poor and dilapidated, it had dense forests and was easy to defend but difficult to attack.

However, to Wilkin's guards, it was just a small matter.

He remembered swinging his spear among the bushes, piercing countless throats with the golden light on the tip of the spear, and spilling blood on the bushes beside the mud.

He still remembered the light in that guy's eyes when he fought his way through the woods and confronted the [Blade of Babel] that was guarding the border.

[Blade of Babel] Eleventh seat, [Scorching Sun] Amost Li.

In the muddy depression, he faced off against the [Blade of Babel] who was holding a pistol.

He remembered the guy's bullet: it was something that shone like the sun, hot and penetrating. Amost had used that gun to pierce the chests of countless guards, like a steel needle piercing a foam board.

Finally, he faced off against that guy, the golden light on his spear flickering, reflecting the light of the [Scorching Sun].

He remembered the heat waves that erupted when the Dila Fleet's divine cannon flew over his head and hit the Tower of Babel. He remembered holding his breath and concentrating all his senses on the point at the tip of the gun.

It was at that moment that he realized [The Heartbreaker]——

"bass--"

The golden light pierced through the flesh, casting bright red in the mud. Balza remembered the look in the dying blade's eyes: his eyes were lifeless, but the light remained.

He couldn't understand why the Federation people were so obsessed with protecting the things behind them? The tower built by mortals was clearly something that existed to usurp the gods, so why did the dying [Scorching Sun] treat it as his salvation?

Doesn’t that guy know that the people he is guarding behind him are a group of shameful usurpers?

When the crimson light lit up at the top of the tower, Balza witnessed the end of everything. The huge crimson annihilation ray passed through the sky above his head and pierced straight into the Aston Plain in the distance.

They lost that battle. They were the losers of the [College War].

And today, many years later, he also failed.

This time, he was defeated by the [Blade of Babel].

"..."

"You paid a great price, Prince Aloi."

"Yes, because he is worth the price."

"Just because he's worth the price?"

"Oh, Your Majesty, please don't ask me about my little thoughts..."

The darkness gradually became clearer, Balza opened his eyes with difficulty, and found himself kneeling on the ground.

His arms were tied to a cross, cold and almost unconscious.

The old guard raised his head, and the first thing that caught his eye was a pair of red-gold eyes.

"Dear...Prince..."

The old guard called out his master's name softly, but the venomous snake only glanced at him and turned his attention to the queen beside him:

"Your Highness Ashilia, Wilkin will continue to provide support to the royal government as usual, but we may need to sign some relevant agreements to advance our assistance plan."

"Support? No, Prince Aloi, Grau Yad has already regained its status as a kingdom. What we need is not support, but fair cooperation."

"I admire your attitude, Your Majesty, but considering the current situation in Grau Yad, you may need to make some small concessions..."

"Back off? Like what?"

"For example, we can allow Wilkin's troops to enter the country and provide more security for your border..."

"I refuse. Sovereignty is the bottom line."

"Oh? Even if it means..."

"Yes, this is the bottom line of the kingdom."

"..."

Balza's hearing became extremely chaotic. He recalled the day he sneaked into the border of La Vatino and the blade he faced on the lakeside.

He failed miserably, even though he promised the prince success, he was still defeated by the Great Prophet Zachamos Arichi.

He is a loser. Whether it was during the [College War] or now, he has brought shame to Wilkin.

"..."

"My dear Prince...please forgive my incompetence..."

"..."

"Wow--"

A bucket of cold water was poured on his head, and Balza suddenly woke up. He looked up and found himself lying in a freight car.

Standing before him were his prince and a veiled girl.

"My [Fang], are you awake?"

"Prince..."

Balza struggled to stand up and saluted in front of Aloi Aziz. He tried to endure the pain in his joints, and his hands were shaking.

"I...willing to die as atonement for my sins."

"No, Balza, you are still useful." Viper's eyes were cold and chilly as he looked down at the guards who bowed their heads. "Next, I need you to help me complete my plan."

"As you wish." Balza said in a hoarse voice.

"Kamikazi, give him rehabilitation training," Aloi instructed the veiled girl beside him, "The blood-stealing plan must succeed. No more mistakes can be made."

"Prince, [Pure White Fireworks] is on the train now," Kamikaz whispered in Viper's ear, "Let me go, I will directly..."

"No, not now," Aloi coldly rejected the girl's suggestion, "Do your job."

The prince turned around, and before he left the carriage, he turned his head one last time, and cast a last glance at Balza with his red-gold eyes:

"This is your last chance, [Fang] Balza Durant."

"As ordered."

Balzac did not change his attitude until the prince left. The girl named Kamikaz looked at Balzac with a slightly disgusted look for a while, then turned around and left.

Before leaving, Balza heard the girl humming:

"You are old, [Fang]..."

Is he angry? Does he have the right to be angry? Balza personally made a promise to Aloi, promising that he would accomplish his goal, but in the end he had to be used as a bargaining chip to redeem himself.

He was originally a royal guard, but became a person of protection.

It was not until then that he understood the light in the eyes of [Fiery Sun] Amost Li.

When facing something that should be protected by him, the attitude he needs to show is like the light in the eyes of the dead blade.

Amost Li, his loyalty far exceeds his own.

And it is time for Wilkin's [Fang] to regain the light that was taken away at the end of the [College War].

Balza stood up and looked out the window. The train was heading into Aston Plains, the battlefield fourteen years ago.

[Wasteland Line] is heading towards the federal border city of Lavis.

At the same place, at a different time, Balza closed his eyes slightly. He seemed to have returned to the day fourteen years ago, the day when he passed through the Iron Curtain as Wilkin's spear.

This time, he will completely transform into the [fangs] of the [Golden Sand Snake] and offer the blood of the gods to the Lord.

...END...

Preface) Ice Rain, Returning People From where it begins

"You were born with wings, why do you want to crawl all your life like an ant?"

—Jalal Ad-Din Rumi

......

Capital of Wiesel - Academi Federation

Freezing rain and dark clouds covered the city.

The cold wind blew the fallen leaves past the buildings, through the traffic, and through the alleys. It traveled around like a wandering traveler on a rainy day in Wezel, and finally fell with the icy rain in front of the outline of the dilapidated mansion, swirling into a puddle on the side of the street.

The puddle reflected the dark sky and the tower of Babel that reached into the clouds. Raindrops kept falling on the surface of the puddle, stirring up waves, making the reflections of the sky and the tower of Babel become extremely illusory and chaotic.

After a long time, the sound of light footsteps was heard, and a small foot in rain boots stepped into the puddle, breaking the reflection into countless fragments on the splashing water droplets and scattering them in all directions.

"..."

Under the shroud of dark clouds, the girl raised her head slightly, and her bloodshot eyes under the hood looked up at the whole view of the old house through the tall iron gate. Although Wezel has been modernized today, the mansion still retains the architectural style of the old Federation period: the uneven brown-gray bricks form a trapezoidal roof, and the rain flows in steps over the vine-covered outline of the mansion, and then drips on the ground. This house is very old, so old that it can be counted from the day the Federation was established.

On the nameplate beside the street, the girl clearly saw the words engraved on the bronze plaque:

"Valantia."

"..."

Perlis stood in front of the mansion for a while, then jumped lightly, crossed the gate with a streak of red light, and landed on the weed-covered ground in the courtyard.

Then, the girl walked through the waist-high weeds in the courtyard and stood in front of the mansion's door with an indifferent expression.

She still remembered this mansion. It was where she had stayed when she walked through the icy rain to this country under the Tower of Babel.

A very old home.

With a gentle push of her fair little hand, the door of the mansion opened. After shaking off the rain on her body, Perlis took off her hood and walked straight into the dark mansion.

It was a rainy day, and the vines covered the windows of the mansion, making the whole mansion shrouded in darkness. Perlis did not turn on the lights, but walked through the hall of the mansion according to her memory, and then walked up the spider-webbed stairs to the second floor. Along the corridor on the second floor, she walked past those familiar doors.

Behind this door is her own room.

And behind this door is Carly's room.

Then this door...

At the end of the corridor, Perlis stood in front of a locked door. She stared at the spider webs on the door frame, and a hint of sadness brewed in her bloodshot eyes.

Behind this door is Edward's room.

After the icy rain eight years ago, Perlis never walked into the room where her father once lived. To her, this door seemed to be a seal of the past. At that time, she had no courage to face everything. Even seeing things related to Edward would make her feel extremely painful, let alone walking into his former room.

But this time, Perlis has to face everything, she needs to know the truth.

She needed to know the content of the Blood Pact between Edward and Laplace.

In the dusty air, a flash of red light suddenly appeared and melted the iron lock on the door. After a slight hesitation, Perlis gathered herself and pushed open Edward's door.

"..."

Like the rooms in Wilkin House, Edward's room is very simple. There is a bed, a bedside table, and a storage cabinet. Although these furniture are quite classical in style, they are displayed very cleanly, without any ostentation of ancient aristocrats.

After taking a deep breath, Perlis walked into the room and went straight to the most likely place to hide something - Edward's bedside table. She squatted down beside the bedside table, but found that the lock on the cabinet had been broken long ago, and there was nothing inside.

Pearlis suspected that it was the work of the Federation: after Edward's death, they had every reason to clear out any evidence that might remain in his room to prevent others from finding the truth.

But Perlis did not lose heart. She searched around the room, using her blood-red eyes and sharp intuition to look for any clues that her father might have left for her.