Online game: Confession of love to a noble daughter at the beginning

Hearing this, Gwen was stunned.

What did Heni say just now?

Gwen's expression was stiff, and she felt a chill running up her spine, and the muscles on her face were like hard rocks.

Her mind suddenly exploded, as if she had been struck by a bolt from the blue, and everything went blank.

After a moment, Gwen came back to her senses and stared at Heni in front of her.

Heni's cheeks were slightly red, like ripe apples under the sun, and her clear eyes looked at Gwen seriously:

"Professor Victor is a very good person!"

"I think, if Miss Gwen really likes him very much, then please cherish him!"

Gwen was a little unbelievable, opened her mouth, and her hand on the sword was a little at a loss.

She looked at Heni and asked:

"Heni, why do you say that?"

"Because I have experienced that feeling."

"The feeling of forgetting someone important."

Heni stroked her chest, tears welling up in her eyes, and she looked very pitiful.

"I think if you have experienced something like this, it must be very painful."

Gwen looked at Heni's lovable appearance, and her heart was filled with ripples.

Like a fragile and beautiful ice crystal that she couldn't bear to destroy, she hesitated for a moment.

She stood there in a dilemma, unable to say a word.

Do you like Victor?

If it's about Victor now, Gwen can say that she does like him.

For such a calm and powerful, gentle and confident person.

Gwen admired him very much, even to the point of respect and love.

Heni stared at her and shook her head:

"No."

"Miss Gwen, I'm talking about another kind of love."

It was an extremely sweet feeling, longing to accompany the beloved at all times, wishing to be completely integrated with the other person.

The hot heart could hardly bear the excitement, like the endless expectation of spring water surging and bursting.

Gwen listened to Heni saying this, put her arms on her chest, and fell into deep thought.

Was she as exaggerated as Heni said?

Of course not.

But there was indeed an extremely hot impulse surging in her heart.

After the lost memory was restored, she really wanted to find Victor immediately to witness his existence with her own eyes.

Just as this thought flashed through her mind, Gwen suddenly had an epiphany.

Wait!

Recalling that before, she hurried on the road to Braxton.

Isn't this the feeling in her heart?

"Miss Gwen."

"If you really like Professor Victor, I hope you can be honest with him."

A beam of morning light passed through the clouds, through the colorful glass windows of the Cravenna mansion, and the mottled light and shadow fell on Hernie.

It seemed to spread a touch of fatigue on her body, spreading to Gwen's silver-white armor.

Hernie's clear eyes like lake water flashed a soft light, but she looked at Gwen with a little sadness:

"I don't want to see the professor forgotten by important people again."

Gwen was stunned in place, standing still like a wooden sculpture, and did not respond for a long time.

And Hernie continued:

"Next you need to go by yourself, in the backyard, you can find the professor on the grassland not far away."

Gwen nodded subconsciously, her heart was like a window that was opened, mixed with mixed feelings, indescribable.

She could only take steps, follow Heni's guidance, and move forward towards the trance light.

Bang, bang, bang.

The footsteps of Gwen's armor and wooden boards colliding with each other echoed in the silent mansion, clear and crisp.

The sound soon faded away, and Gwen's white figure also walked out of the mansion in the morning light.

Heni stood there, staring at Gwen's firm back, biting her lips lightly.

She couldn't help asking in her heart:

"Mr. Crocodile, did I do it right?"

A dull and slightly hoarse voice was silent for a moment, and then said:

"As a demon, I must say that you are not qualified."

Heni was not surprised by the answer of her inner voice.

After all, this was the voice of an angry demon.

Demons are selfish, but Heni is different.

She will not completely ignore others for her own benefit.

Naturally, the demons cannot accept Heni's behavior.

In Heni's heart, Lightton snapped his mouth shut and turned over.

His nostrils were whirring with air, and he looked helpless, his bulging body deflated like a deflated ball.

Nevertheless, he began to find that something very interesting was happening.

After Gwen had completely left, the sound of a door closing with a "bang" made him stand there in a daze.Hernie was startled.

She gradually came to her senses, raised her head, and looked at the colorful windows of the Cravener Mansion blankly, not knowing what to do.

Hernie suddenly felt that she seemed to have no place to stand in this place.

A stream of cold water came out from nowhere and flowed through Hernie's heart.

The feeling of grievance instantly occupied her mind. In the corner where no one was observing, Hernie's eyes were wet.

She couldn't do it yet.

Sacrifice the happiness of others in order to realize her own desires.

For Hernie, this is still too difficult.

Or it is impossible.

The sharp pain pierced Hernie's hot heart like a needle, and the cold current took advantage of the opportunity to enter.

The hot and rich emotional warm current, even if it was wrapped in a heart full of scars, had nowhere to be released.

Hernie could only curl up in a corner, silently feeling the intense pain brought by the interweaving of cold and heat, and constantly extinguishing the burning fire in her heart.

Trying to use this method to warm her skin and soothe her wounds.

And in order to give up the person she loves, Heni has to do this.

She buried her head between her knees and cried bitterly.

The mansion was extremely quiet, with only faint sobs echoing between the empty floors.

…

Gwen quickened her pace and ran quickly on the grassland.

After hearing Heni's words, Gwen's mood has never been so warm.

Want to find Victor immediately, want to know immediately...

his feelings.

Finally, the sound of the wind gradually passed through Gwen's ears, making her stand still.

She saw the huge and dazzling silver-white giant tree, with silver branches flashing with star-like glimmers.

In the breeze, the branches swayed gently.

Gwen raised her head and looked forward again.

The back of the man in a black windbreaker was standing under the sacred tree.

He put his hands in his pockets, and the familiar crow stood on his shoulder.

The distance was not far, but Gwen felt untouchable.

She stretched out a hand and wanted to call out the other person's name.

"Wei..."

The voice was stuck in her throat, but she couldn't make a sound no matter what.

She spent a whole night running from the capital to Braxton.

Just to confirm whether Victor existed.

And now, she has actually seen Victor.

Gwen can already feel at ease.

But now, why?

Feeling the feeling coming from her heart, pounding.

Gwen has never been so nervous.

Her childhood experience destined her to not have any kind of feelings, but this plain feeling was revived because of Victor.

Because of this, the person she once hated the most?

'Like? '

After leaving Heni, at this moment, Gwen was finally able to calm down and think about the current idea.

Want to contact him.

Want to get close to him.

Want to see him every day.

Is this a kind of love?

However, mixed with that joy, there is more confusion and helplessness.

Just like a child who has never learned to swim, trying to cross the river by stepping on stones.

There is ignorance and confusion about the future.

Gwen stretched out her hand and slowly fell down.

No...

She is a knight.

Just as she met the emperor when she was confused.

Just as the emperor had said to her.

"As a knight, never doubt yourself."

As if the clouds had been cleared and the sun was shining, Gwen strengthened her will.

No matter what is ahead, she will eventually...

Try to get closer to the person in front of her.

She stretched out her hand again and shouted.

"Victor! I..."

Suddenly, she stopped her voice.

As if it was forcibly cut off by something.

Gwen could no longer say a word.

The dark ink rose from her heart and rushed straight to her brain along with her consciousness.

She saw it clearly.

In the sea of ​​consciousness in her mind, she saw it clearly.

The golden scale that had always existed in her mind.

It was covered with a dark stain.

It was as if it was contaminated.

Following the darkness, it seemed to be affected by something.

Gwen's eyes went dark and she lost her last consciousness.

In the last moment before she collapsed on the ground, she seemed to see.

A figure in a windbreaker was looking at her with calm but somewhat gentle eyes.

At this point, she finally closed her eyes.

…

"Sure enough."

"This is inevitable."

"How could He easily give up this perfect sacred carrier?"

——

"The plan has changed, Vega."

"I plan to——"

"Kill them all."