Chapter 9 chapter eight

D is dizzy.His legs softened, and he barely supported himself with his sword so as not to fall down.But the truth was, he simply didn't have the strength to stand up again.His whole body was in severe pain, and he lowered his head to examine his wound. His right leg and palm were badly burned, and several wounds under his ribs and thigh were bleeding profusely.He couldn't feel his shoulders, and he seemed to be carrying a huge boulder on his back.He couldn't straighten up at all either, maybe a few of his bones broke when they hit the wall. He knew very well that, assuming the best case scenario, he could return in time for treatment, but even the best physicians in the Holy Roman Empire could not guarantee that his body would recover as before.What he was most worried about was his shoulder, if the bones there were really broken, he would probably never have the strength to swing a sword again for the rest of his life.

He clutched the lost and recovered ring tightly in his palm.The hard metal pierced into his wound, and the blood stained the dragon-shaped engraving on it and the cross representing Christ's crucifixion. This was the end of his first expedition.He may never become a real dragon knight.He may never fulfill his father and brother's legacy.He may never return to his hometown. forever. He knelt down on the grass in vain and buried his face in his hands.His companion Karel died, and so did Barça. Not even the bones were left.He didn't know why he was still alive.He didn't know why he still had the face to dare to stay in this world and linger on.

There was a sudden chill on his shoulders.A hand rested on his bare shoulder through the tattered cloak.His whole body shook violently. He instinctively wanted to hide, but he couldn't.The other party just grabbed his shoulder lightly, but his whole body was paralyzed in an instant, and he couldn't even move a single finger.He knew it must be the girl.The girl who is "probably" a demon.Why, did she finally change her mind now and plan to kill herself? If you can no longer wield a sword in the future, then you might as well be dead.With a long sigh, he closed his eyes and waited for death.

The hand landed on his shoulder, the movement was as gentle as a leaf that just fell from a branch, but the momentum was as heavy as a mountain. The severe pain on his shoulder suddenly doubled, and he clenched his teeth desperately so as not to let out a cry.The boulder behind him suddenly turned into a whole mountain. He leaned on his sword and knelt down on the ground. The point of the sword pierced into the ground and bent in an arc. He felt that his kneecap was about to be crushed. Not only that, but he also felt that something was injecting into his shoulder along the girl's palm.The thing was cold and scorching hot, like water, but also like fire. It slowly poured into his skin from the bloody wound on his shoulder, and then flowed invisible.It was like an extraordinary air flow, along his veins and veins, slowly flowing through all the veins in his limbs.

Every cell in him was awakened.The sudden sharp pain was like a sledgehammer directly hitting the thin and long spikes into his central nervous system, and he almost jumped up immediately. No, he couldn't possibly jump up.His right leg is almost useless.He couldn't straighten his back either.His weak arm could not hold the sword at all.But the next second, when he opened his eyes, he suddenly found himself standing on the grass. He first felt his shoulder regain consciousness, and the unbearable pain was hitting his spinal cord again and again.He bent down because of the pain, and saw that the bone-deep wounds on his ribs and thighs were no longer bleeding.When he turned his eyes to his scorched palm, he suddenly found that the terrible wound seemed not as serious as before.

He held his palm up to his eyes for a closer look.He found that the wound on his palm was healing rapidly!He was shocked.He lowered his head and saw again in horror that under the burned clothes, his skin was gradually returning to its original state. He twirled his free arm, raised his sword, and pointed it at the girl. "What the hell have you cast on me?" His voice was shaking with tension. "I cursed your soul," said the girl solemnly. D opened his mouth wide and looked at each other in horror. "Will you believe no matter what anyone says?" The girl couldn't help laughing, "No wonder you were deceived by the little fairy."

"What did you do to me?" D asked anxiously. "Isn't that obvious?" The girl shrugged casually, "I healed your wound." "It's impossible! No one in the world can do this." D stomped his feet.He looked even more agitated, gasping for breath, grasping the long sword and pointing at the other party. "I'm not human." The girl almost laughed out loud, "Do you have to show me my real body before you believe that I'm a devil?" "Your real body?" D said with a face full of shock, "Could it be that you can spin silk?"

The girl trembled with laughter. "It's my spider that spins silk, and I can't spin silk." Then she looked at him, and finally replied seriously, "But I can kill you without spinning silk." D's expression changed instantly. "But this is too much fun." The girl shook her head heavily, "You need to work harder next time, Dragon Knight." "You don't want to kill me because I'm too weak?" D asked through gritted teeth.He didn't like the other party calling him Dragon Knight now, and he felt that his weakness seemed to tarnish this sacred title.

The girl walked up to him, stretched out her hand and gently pushed the tip of his sword away.She took a step forward, stood on tiptoe, and looked at the other person's pale face, slightly flushed with anger and despair.She looked up at him, into his foggy gray eyes, and shook her head again. "I won't kill you..." the girl said softly, "because I like your eyes." Then, in the astonishment of the other party, she added, "I like the deep-rooted despair, grief, and remorse in your eyes... yes, and the anger now," the girl smiled slightly, "I have met many dragon knights , you are the funniest of them all."

Two dots of gray blur my vision.Then the surrounding voices and images gradually faded away.I can't hear the singing of insects and birds, and the forest in the dusk is getting farther and farther away from me. I saw Morpheus standing in front of me again. "Did you have a good dream, Miss Audrey?" he asked me again. "Why are you showing me this?" I demanded loudly. "I just fulfilled the wish in your heart." Murphys replied quietly. my wish?Is this my true desire?Seeing D's miserable past, being bullied, ridiculed, and played with in his hands... And the culprit of all this is actually——me?Audrey six hundred years ago?

This is impossible!This is absolutely not the truth.The D I want to see is a happy and happy D, a brave and fearless Romanian prince who has made great achievements in battle, a noble ruler who rescued his land and people from the oppression of the Ottoman Empire, and a person who loves each other with me, The one who lives with. "You can't see it." Murphys interrupted my train of thought suddenly, "because in his short life, he has never been happy." I bit my lip tightly. "Not once?" I asked unwillingly. "Not once." Murphys shook his head, and then he spoke slowly, like a mournful death knell, smashing the irreversible fate into my heart. He told me clearly: "Six hundred years ago, you never loved each other."