gaze of war

The author has something to say: I'll wipe it, and hurry up to destroy the corpse while classmate Yaxiao is away.That's it for today's update.The perspective of this chapter is Missy.I hope you enjoy watching, bows.

What happened?I always feel...so painful...

Sora awoke from a maddeningly long slumber.

What awoke her was the pain that had set in all over her body—her arms and legs were bruised and bruised from the impact, and scrapes mingled with gravel and gravel.It wasn't a serious trauma, but the pain it caused couldn't be ignored.

She weakly opened her eyes, and when the chaotic vision gradually stripped away and her vision began to become clear, she found herself in a closed dark place.

Lancer was facing her with his back, kneeling there on one knee, with two magic spears scattered on the ground.He could vaguely see a person lying there in front of him in Kenneth's attire, but he couldn't see his face.

Sola suddenly felt wronged.She made a hoarse noise, trying to attract Lancer's attention.But just like before, Lancer ignored her voice and just followed Kenneth's instructions intently.He didn't turn his head, and didn't even make any movements, he just knelt there with his back stiff, as if he had forgotten the existence of Sola.

Sola was angry, wronged, angry and anxious.

She took a breath of cold air and coughed lightly.After panting for a while, as if inspired by something, she coughed violently.

Lancer finally gave the response she was expecting—he moved slightly, and after a few seconds, he slowly turned his head and cast his eyes on the red-haired mistress curled up on the ground.

Sora looked at him in astonishment.

In Sola's impression of Lancer, the fortitude and uprightness of a knight, the vigor and passion of a warrior, the demeanor and bearing of a gentleman, and the handsome face known as a brilliance, always It was so bright that she couldn't take her eyes off it.

But at this moment, Lancer's shoulders were slumped, the corners of his mouth drooped, and his golden eyes looked hollow and gray.

The once high-spirited knight died while Sora was asleep.

In its place was a Heroic Spirit who had lost his will to fight.

Sora finally panicked.She blinked her eyes quickly, trying to speak, but her dry and burning throat made her unable to say anything, and she just wrinkled her face in pain.

From Lancer's expression, she realized that there must be something different from what she imagined.

She looked at Kenneth reflexively - no matter what, Kenneth would never hide anything from her.

And it was this glance that made Sora freeze his body.

The man who bored her and even hated her, the pretentious but preoccupied man was lying there peacefully with his eyes closed as if he was in a deep sleep.

The profile of his face was deathly gray.

The front of his body was completely dyed red, and the edge of the blood pool under his body had also dried up, showing a purple-black color.

Sora's eyes widened slightly.

Kenneth Elmeloy Archibald, her fiancé, the legitimate son of the Archibald family, to Sola is a representative of shame and trampling on self-esteem.

Sola is not the first daughter of the family.A noble lady like her was destined to be married to a magic family from the moment she was born.

There are many noble ladies like them, but there are very few good marriage candidates.Therefore, ladies often try their best just to be able to form a marriage contract with an outstanding noble heir.

But Sora never thought of it that way—in fact, she hated this fate of being given away as a prop.In addition, she also hated Kenneth who had led her to this path.

Without him...would he be able to continue living so freely?There is no need to face that kind of fate - the family does not regard itself as a beloved daughter, and the parents send themselves away in exchange for the power of the family and the support of Archibald...

In this way, Sora would still feel that she was the daughter of a well-loved noble family.

Kenneth was the one who reminded her - reminded her that he had been given to Archibald as a gift.

Sola still remembers the polite and cordial smiles of Sophia Li and everyone in the Archibald family during the engagement, as well as the vaguely excited expressions of her parents.She stood in the center, dressed in fine clothes, like a vase filled with expensive flowers, being looked at and evaluated by everyone.

Look—that's Sola Nazelle Sophialie, the woman who was lucky enough to be favored by the first son of the Archibald family—

It was Kenneth who put her in this situation that was seen as a show.

Sola's indifference and disgust towards Kenneth stems from this kind of cognition.

The more Kenneth loved this woman named Sola Nazelle Sophia Li, the more Sola hated Kenneth's existence.

Sola looked down on Kenneth's arrogance and conceit, and also looked down on his preoccupation.I look down on the way he looks at others in front of others, and also look down on the way he behaves cautiously in front of himself.

——Maybe, I still have to marry this man, and then spend the rest of my life like a doll.

When he was alone with Kenneth, Sora was often in such a silent trance.

My fiancé - strong, handsome, pure blood, outstanding talent, loves me deeply.Regardless of anyone's point of view, Sola who does not accept Kenneth's love is a model of knowing what is good or bad.

Sola is indifferent, arrogant and unapproachable, even to her fiancé.

——No, it should be said that she was especially cold when facing Kenneth.

If only I could get rid of him.

It would have been nice if he didn't exist in the first place.

It would be nice if he died—

Sora thought maliciously.

But when the man was really lying there breathless, Sora's thoughts completely stopped.

Sola stared blankly at Kenneth's profile.

This man has obviously always paid attention to his image.Now he was lying there in such a mess, with his face covered in dust.

...no sound.

Obviously, she has always hated him, and even wished him to die.

...But now, thinking stops because of such a fact.

Sora doesn't love Kenneth.

Sola Nazelai Sophialie loves the heroic spirit named Diarmuid Odina who has a glorious appearance and is the hero who accepted the contract from ancient times.

He is free, brave, determined and fearless.When he swung his spear, his vigorous figure was dazzling and charming.

Sola knew what kind of impact his current love mole would cause—when she found that she was staring at Lancer frequently, she used Lancer's name as a keyword to search for many documents.Diarmuid Odina, as the Chief Spearman of Fiona Knights, the most talked about is his love mole bestowed by the Goddess of Youth.

In terms of Sola's anti-magic power, such a tear mole will at most make her have a good impression of Lancer, and it will never influence her love.

But when Sola discovered Kenneth's disgust and impatience towards lancer, Sola no longer resisted lancer's magic power.

... Don't you love me deeply?

Then I fall in love with someone else.

Sora lets herself be seduced by the love mole and falls in love.She almost happily deliberately showed her unbridled love for Lancer in front of Kenneth, and made no secret of her contempt for Kenneth.She constantly stood by Lancer's side and berated Kenneth without hesitation when Kenneth and Lancer clashed.

She used herself as a weapon to cut Kenneth's heart.

When she realized that she started to act like this not deliberately, but from the heart, she didn't have the slightest intention to stop.She focused more and more on this loyal heroic spirit, fascinated by his every move and even his eyes.

Each time, the sweetness of love and the thrill of revenge are intertwined, making Sora unable to extricate himself.

—Ah...Kenneth is dead.

Then, lancer belongs to me.

Such a voice became louder and louder in Sora's heart.

Her eyes moved away from Kenneth and turned to Lancer.

Lancer was watching her.

Maybe it was Sora's expression just now that made him feel something, his expression softened slightly, almost showing a little pity.Slightly closing his eyes, Lancer stood up, then knelt down towards Sora.

As if to Kenneth, Lancer lowered his head, but did not call her Lord.

He just knelt there quietly like that, saying nothing and explaining nothing.

Sora felt a slight burning on the back of his hand.Her gaze shifted towards her hand, and she saw the red engraving on the back of her hand—that was the proof of the Lord, and the proof of being the master of Lancer.

The engraving can only be transferred to others by the master's own will, so there is no need for any explanation for the reason why Sola has the Command Seal.

Sola once again fell into a slight daze.

But soon, a wave of joy and excitement swept up.She looked at the spearman kneeling in front of her, and couldn't help but smile.Even though her whole body was in pain and covered in dust, her heart was filled with joy.

Lancer, it's mine now.

Sola didn't look at Kenneth again.She stared at Lancer intently, and said in a commanding tone: "Help me up, Lancer."

Lancer said nothing.

After a momentary pause, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Sora's arm, and helped her up from the ground.

Sora leaned slightly, leaning on Lancer's arm, looking down at his held arm, almost cheering happily in his heart.

She glanced at Lancer quietly, and found that he was looking at her expressionlessly, as if waiting for her to speak, that focused gaze made Sora immediately blush.

But what she didn't expect was that Lancer let go of her arm immediately after she stood still, and took a step to the side as if avoiding something, standing there like a wooden stake.

His gaze rested on Kenneth again.

Sola's heart was immediately filled with jealousy and resentment.She gritted her teeth and didn't say anything that displeased Lancer. Instead, she forced a smile and said, "Lancer."

"...in." Lancer replied shortly.

"...Kenneth he... died to protect me, didn't he?"

"……Yes."

"Then...you'll help him and protect me all the time, right?"

Lancer didn't answer right away.

He glanced at Sola.

The red-haired woman was standing there with a messy face, but her eyes were amazingly bright.

There is a contracted command spell on the back of her hand, and she is also the one who provides magic power for herself.She is the lord's fiancée, a woman whom the lord protects with his life.

Lancer closed his eyes.

"……Yes."