My old enemy finally fell in love with me after rebirth three times

At night, the defense of the palace does not seem to be so strict.

A small bat was blending into the night and slowly flew towards a room in the palace.

It flew to the balcony and stayed there.

In the next second, a golden figure appeared there.

The boy pushed open the balcony door, the moonlight shone into the room, the air was filled with a smell of medicine, and the woman on the bed seemed to be sleeping.

A long iron chain was tied around the woman's neck.

The boy's eyes flickered slightly, and he took a step to walk there step by step.

He stretched out his hand, caressed the chain, and slowly turned the person over. However, the woman on the bed was not asleep at all. She had red eyes and seemed to be crying silently, begging the boy for help. The boy saw her face clearly, His eyes widened in an instant!

—This is no queen at all!

"boom--!!"

When I was stunned, the extinguished lights in the room suddenly lit up!

The boy stepped on the ground and a huge purple magic circle emerged, and the iron chains protruding from below tied his hands and feet in an instant, making him unable to move!

It was indeed a trap.

The bed is not really a queen either.

There is no need to use a dummy for this trap, unless the real queen is no longer in the palace!

A little bat flew out from the boy's collar, and before he was completely enveloped by the light, it flew away at such a fast speed and disappeared into the sky!

The iron boots stepped on the ground, making a heavy sound.

The blond boy raised his eyes, and then met a pair of gloomy purple eyes.

The young man who was walking slowly had a smile on his lips, narrowed his eyes, and his pupils were filled with extreme thoughts. He smiled at him and said, "Long time no see, Brother Troy."

Cold hands caressed his face.

But the next second.

The face of the boy in front of him suddenly turned cold.

The sharp pupils stared at him, and the cold words seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, and he said darkly - "Wait a minute."

"You don't at all."

"It's not him."

I don't know how long I slept.

When I woke up, it was pitch black.

Troy's head was still a little groggy, and after being sucked blood by that fellow Shilih, there was a kind of soreness all over his body.

The young man lifted the quilt, rubbed his temples for a few seconds to calm down, and then, he suddenly seemed to think of something, widened his eyes, and then propped up his body and stumbled towards the door with a little fuzz!

"Bang!" Troy fell to the ground with weak footsteps, but without the slightest hesitation, he got up and continued.

Suddenly a small bat flew out in front of him, blocking the boy's sight.

Troy paused, supported the wall, and froze in place.

The little bat should have been left by Hilih.

The boy stretched out his hand, and the little guy stopped at his fingertips, opened his mouth, and bit his finger with his sharp teeth. The fangs pierced the skin, and there was a feeling of blood flowing.

"Where's Sirih?" Troy asked it with a trembling voice.

The little guy tilted his head, as if he didn't understand the boy's problem.

It flew around twice, and after the blood activated the magic, it suddenly said to Troy in the tone of Hirih-"Dear little sir, the queen in the palace is a fake, you don't have to go back, after you wake up, leave quickly Stannor, go as far as you can."

"So what about you?!" Troy asked eagerly, "Where are you?!"

"..."

After the little bat finished saying that sentence, it returned to its ignorant appearance just now.

The messenger magic that Sirih left on it disappeared, and Troy couldn't contact the other party anyway.

Grit your teeth.

The boy grabbed the little bat, put it on his neckline, and hid it in his collar.

The little furry guy stayed obediently at the collarbone, his claws grabbed the neckline of the boy to prevent himself from falling off.

When Troy walked to the door, the bad premonition in his heart became more and more serious.

The moment the door was opened, the wind blew in, and the night wind was very cold. When it blew on the body, there was pain like dense needles piercing the skin.

This is the top floor of a hotel. After going out, you can see a small balcony not far in front.

It was late at night, but there were no stars and moons in the sky, and the main city of Stannor seemed to be in a haze.

Clouds are rolling in, and maybe it will rain soon.

Troy leaned on the wall and walked slowly, standing on the balcony, the young man finally saw the palace in the distance, it stood there majestically, magnificently, with shining lights.

On the right side of the palace is the church.

The largest church of the God of Light in Aurora also stands majestically.

The tall tower points to the sky, as if the human civilians on the ground are praying to the sky and to the gods.

The towers are adorned with light, and the churches stand like gods.

It is solemn and sacred, it is compassion and tolerance.

But now, it made Troy feel extreme terror and pain.

Izzy's idol is no longer there.

It was replaced by a woman he had never seen before.

In other words, maybe I have seen it, but it is a person I have forgotten.

She is beautiful, and everyone who is beautiful can't help but stop for her, looking up at her beautiful face devoutly.

She is wearing gorgeous clothes, with a graceful figure, revealing a jade-like smooth skin. The painted glass windows used to draw portraits from the God of Creation to the God of Izawa, but now, the portrait that belongs to Izawa has been replaced. That extremely beautiful woman.

With flamboyant red hair, charming purple skin, and a slender and seductive body, entangled like a snake, she seems to be a wonderful person from another world.

"Prayer's Dream"

at last.

Troy meets this woman.

She appeared out of the blue—no, maybe she's always been there.

The boy looked towards the tower.

That's where Saint Oliviero prayed for Aurora.

The statue of the saint stands beside the woman. She is like a pious prayer, guarding the eternally noble god in her heart.

Oliviero was indeed praying, but the god she believed in was not Eze.

It's the demon god from another continent - the witch Ofina.

Troy finally learned her name.

The statue is tall, and she looks down at the earth compassionately.

At a certain moment, the boy standing on the top floor of the hotel seemed to have successfully met the woman's stone pupils.

He saw the mocking flash in the witch's eyes.

It seems that the boy's failure, Ize's failure, and Ogris' failure are destined.

next second.

A man's body was suspended from a church tower.

His body was riddled with holes, and his body was already bloody after soaking in the corrosive liquid, and the pitch-black blood flowed down drop by drop.

I can't see his appearance clearly, nor can I see his expression at this time.

His long purple hair had lost its former luster, and his long purple clothes were also tattered, trying to cover up other invisible scars on his body.

His whole body was corroded.

A rope hung him to the tower.

People who haven't returned home at night are looking up at the "enemy" who is hanging in the sky.

Listen to what the saint Overfloor said—this is the vampire who tried to sneak into the palace at night to commit murder.

He was also the culprit who broke the barrier of Aurora, which led to the monster turmoil a few years ago, and even turned several small towns and villages into devil lands where Klaas and vampires roamed.

Now he's finally caught.

By the will of the gods, he was soaked in holy water.

Let the holy water punish this vicious vampire.

The man's body hangs from the tower.

Waiting for the first light of tomorrow's dawn to shine, let the holy light of the gods descend from the sky, to completely kill this vicious devil, so that all the dead human souls in Aurora can have eternity and rest.

Eternity and rest.

The blond boy kneeling on the cold stone steps covered his mouth.

My heart hurts so bad I can barely breathe.

He stretched out his hand to stand up, but found that he couldn't do it no matter what.

He has no strength.

Grief occupied all his emotions at the moment, and his blue eyes stared at the ground dead silently.

Red liquid flowed from the eye sockets.

It was tears turned into blood.

It dripped on the ground, blooming like a flower of flesh and blood.

"How can this be..."

His voice was trembling and hoarse—

"How can..."

——I have been waiting for a day for a long time, from the moment I was born.

——from birth?You were born as a baby, right?Is it fun to lie to me?

Then, he heard the faintly smiling voice whispering in his ear as if it was a sigh confided from far away in time and space:

—Troy, I was once human.