Rocot: Reborn

Rocot slowly walked up to Renault who was slumped on the ground, looked down at him condescendingly, with a cruel smile on his lips.

"What? You don't recognize your most loyal knight?" Roccod said slowly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "It seems that time is a good thing. It can easily erase a person's most precious memories."

"What did you do to him?" Renault suddenly raised his head and stared at Rocot with red eyes, like a wounded beast.

"I just helped her restore her memory and made her remember some 'truths' that you deliberately concealed." Roccod shook his head with pretended regret, "It's a pity that some people always like to deceive themselves, and in the end they only hurt others and themselves."

"You're talking nonsense!" Renault struggled to stand up, but was kicked to the ground by Avril. "Avril, believe me, I didn't lie to you. Those are all lies made up by Rocot!"

Avril looked at Renault coldly, her eyes were strange and frightening: "Renault, how long are you going to pretend? Do you think I am still the little girl who was deceived by your sweet words?"

"I..." Renault opened his mouth, but found himself unable to defend himself.

"Have you forgotten how you abandoned me?" Avril's voice trembled, tears welled up in her eyes, "You said you were going to carry out a secret mission and asked me to wait for you at home. But I waited year after year, but there was no news from you, not even a letter."

"I asked around for news about you, but was told that you were dead, killed in that damn war." Avril said, becoming increasingly emotional. "I was heartbroken and almost died with you. But I finally survived because I wanted to avenge you. I wanted to kill those who killed you!"

"But, when I learned the truth, do you know how desperate I was?" Avril grabbed Renault's collar and roared hysterically, "You are not dead at all! Not only are you alive, you are also living a happy life with another woman, and I am like a fool, being played in your hands!"

"That's not the case, Wei'er, please listen to my explanation..."

"That's enough!" Avril pushed Renault away, tears finally falling from her eyes. "What else do you have to explain? Aren't the things you did enough to prove everything?"

Renault collapsed to the ground helplessly, his face full of pain and despair. He knew that no matter what he said, he could not win back Avril's heart.

Rocot watched coldly from the side, the smile on his lips becoming more and more obvious.

This is the consequence of betraying him!

He wanted Renault to watch with his own eyes the people he loved most leave him one by one, and ultimately experience loneliness and despair!

"Well, the game time is over." Rocot clapped his hands and said to Avril, "My knight, now it's time to fulfill your promise. Kill him and avenge our dead brothers and sisters!"

Upon hearing this, Avril slowly drew out the sword from her waist, pointing the tip of the sword directly at Renault's throat.

"Weier, are you really going to kill me?" Renault smiled bitterly, closed his eyes, and waited for death to come.

"I'm sorry, Renault." Avril's voice trembled and a struggle flashed in her eyes, but in the end she was consumed by hatred.

"Go to hell!" Avril roared, thrusting the sword in her hand fiercely...

The sword stopped in front of Renault's throat, only one centimeter away, but it seemed like there was an insurmountable gap between them. Avril bit her lips tightly, her body trembling slightly, and the long sword in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

"Weir, what are you still hesitating about?!" Roccod urged impatiently, "Kill him! Avenge our dead brothers and sisters!"

"I..." A trace of pain flashed in Avril's eyes, and the fingers holding the hilt of the sword turned white due to the force.

"Have you forgotten who killed them?" Roccod's voice was like a venomous snake, hissing, "It was Renault! He betrayed us and sold us out to the Federation!"

"I didn't!" Renault opened his eyes suddenly and roared, "I didn't betray you! I always regarded you as my brothers and sisters!"

"You still dare to quibble!" Roccod sneered, walked to Avril, pointed at a scar on her neck, and said, "Look at what this is? This was left by Renault himself!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Renault struggled to stand up, but Rokod stepped on his chest and he couldn't move. "Weier, believe me, this scar was not left by me!"

Avril's eyes fell on the shocking scar, and memories came flooding back. The tragic battle, the scene of the brothers and sisters lying in a pool of blood, and... Renault's cold eyes and ruthless attack!

"No! This isn't true! This isn't true!" Avril held her head in pain. Two completely different memories in her mind were tearing at each other, almost making her collapse.

"Weier, what's wrong with you?" Renault asked anxiously, his eyes full of worry.

"Don't touch her!" Roccod pushed Renault away and sneered, "Reno, you are not naive enough to think that a few sweet words can make her change her mind, right?"

"Avril, think about it carefully. Who picked you up from the garbage dump? Who taught you fighting skills and made you a strong warrior?" Roccod's voice was full of temptation. "Was it Renault? No, it was he who abandoned you and left you struggling to survive in the darkness!"

"And I, Rocot, extended a helping hand to you when you were most desperate, gave you a warm home, and made you my most trusted knight!" Rocot's tone became gentle, like a kind elder. "Now, I need you to do something for me, a trivial thing. Can you do it?"

Avril slowly raised her head, her eyes empty, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

"Kill Reno." Roccod's voice was like a call from hell, full of evil power.

"Kill him..." Avril muttered to herself, raising the sword in her hand again.

"Weier, don't!" Renault shouted desperately, his eyes full of sadness and pain.

At this moment, a figure suddenly fell from the sky and kicked the sword in Avril's hand away.

"Enough! You bunch of lunatics!" A cold voice sounded in everyone's ears.

Avril and Renault raised their heads at the same time and looked at the person who came.

She was a tall woman dressed in black, with long silver hair casually draped over her shoulders. Her cold eyes were like sharp blades that made people dare not look directly at her.

"Alia!" Renault exclaimed, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.