The Golden Age: Colotia I

Ke Luosi didn't even know how she got on the airship in a daze, and how she watched the fire ignited in the back alley. She felt that she had never seen such a big fire in her life, and it burned the whole sky into the color of blood. .

She didn't know how she walked into the lounge, how she watched everyone running to put out the fire, how she looked at Olivier silently... She didn't know anything, she didn't even know who was standing next to her Know.Her eyes just kept staring at the flame, as if she had suddenly become stupid, even though her eyes were sour, she refused to leave her sight.

Everyone ran to fight the fire, all of them were ashamed, Kolos and Olivier stood there blankly as if they had forgotten about it, and let the others run around, knocking them to one side.

"...Your Majesty, Your Highness!" Kolos heard a man's voice calling her and Olivier eagerly in a trance, "Don't be in a daze!"

A pair of strong hands shook her shoulders.

She blinked, and looked unfocusedly at the gray and black military uniform man in front of her. Richard's light blond hair was also in a mess. He frowned and handed Kolos and Olivier a glass each. There is a pale liquid in the glass.

"Drink it and calm down," the man said succinctly.

Ke Luosi watched Olivier drink it down in one gulp, she thought for a while, and drank the wine in one gulp, the cold wine made her restless heart temporarily calm, and then The hotness stimulated her numb brain, and a blush appeared on her snow-white face.

"Go, let's go too!" Kolos looked up and saw Olivier's hand stretched out in front of her. She was silent for a few seconds, and stretched out her right hand to hold Olivier's hand. A firm hand held her tightly, pulled her up from the seat with a little force, and she could feel that Olivier's hand was no longer trembling.

"Yes... let's go."

Most of the fire has been extinguished, and only some places are still burning. Olivier and Kolos are walking with difficulty in the ruins that have all turned black.

The fallen wood and burnt black stones, accompanied by the suffocating smoky smell, and the damp touch left by the equipment used to extinguish the fire, made all of this the same as what Ke Luosi had in her dream. Scenes not to be revisited.

"Your Majesty..." Lloyd stepped forward. After several years of wandering, this baby-faced man also had a touch of vicissitudes on his face, but his gentle and sharp eyes remained unchanged.

"Mr. Bennings...Thank you for your help." Kolos bowed slightly, "The situation was critical just now, thanks to you, we haven't had time to say thank you."

Lloyd and Olivier shook hands: "You are too polite...We..." He quickly glanced at the charred scene guiltily and painfully, "We..."

"No, don't blame yourself." Ke Luosi's gentle voice sounded, "I believe... Yulia and Mulla are both willing, and they are not in pain."

She thought of Julia's last words, the kind and gentle "thank you" full of gratitude, and she thought of what Mulla said to Olivier, "I'm proud of you". She believed that they were full of love and hope Those who leave this world, their souls, under the comfort of the goddess, will not have any pain, but pure white and gentle.

Lloyd didn't say anything more, any comforting words were pale and powerless in the face of such a reality. He recalled that when he first met the Crown Princess Kolotia and Prince Oliver, they would always be by their side At that time, their political methods were immature and immature, but they were surrounded by friends, warm and happy.

The war destroyed everything about them, but it also shaped everything about them.

Tio came over: "...Senior Ellie and I discovered Sigmund."

At the place indicated by Tio, they saw Randy squatting there long ago. His red hair fell down, covering his eyes and most of his face. They couldn't see his expression clearly. The place where Sigmund was The place was only charred, and the fire didn't even leave their remains. There were two tomahawks that were burnt black. Randy put his hands on the tomahawks, silent.

Closs and Olivier stood behind him, they didn't know what to say, and couldn't speak.

Tio's soft voice broke the silence: "Senior Randy...it's not your responsibility."

Randy stood up, turned around and smiled: "There's no need to say anything, Artie, I know very well..."

He bowed deeply to Olivier and Kolos, never looked back, and walked back to the airship.

By Sigmund's side, it should be Mulla and Julia, but the fire has made it impossible for Olivier and Kolos to distinguish them.

Olivier squatted there silently, his hand touched the scorched black lightly, and there was a rustling around him, and it was the hem of Kolos's skirt.

"Ding Dong!" With a soft sound, Olivier's hand touched something, he was slightly taken aback, and eagerly flipped through it.

Soon, the thing revealed its true appearance, two medals that were burnt black, lying quietly in the ashes.

Olivier touched the two medals with trembling hands. Although they were vague, he still recognized them as the military medals of Liber and Erebonia. Their silvery light has been replaced by black and gray, but the awe-inspiring The temperament is still vivid.

He felt water dripping on his hands.

Turning his face, he saw Kolos's teary cheeks.

She stretched out her hand, gently stroked the medals, and pressed them against her face, the gray and black mixed with tears, but she didn't care at all.

"...Olivier, look, I thought fate was cruel, it would erase Mulla and Julia from our lives without leaving a trace," she murmured to Olivier said, "...I was wrong...Olivier."

She held Olivier's hand, and their hands tightly wrapped the medal in the center, and then she put her face on the clasped hands: "...Death cannot separate us." She put her trembling lips posted it.

Olivier pressed his cheeks to her face without a word, and Koloss immediately felt a kind of warm moistness in her hands, which were Olivier's tears.

He shed tears silently, this was the first time Kolos saw his tears so recklessly, and it was also the last time she saw him.

Their warm tears mingled together.

Beware that the heart has become icy cold, but the tears can still be so warm.

The author has something to say: so hot, so hot, so hot...