In the gloomy valley, Roja was stunned when he looked at the mountains connected like an iron curtain in the distance, and in front of him, the blond woman on the throne was appearing from the darkness, her exquisite figure covered in an ancient robe. Down, the blonde hair glowed with a faint golden light in the dark.
"Meet again. It seems that you have successfully weathered the crisis, but I didn't expect to use my blessing. Should I praise you for this? Or is it intentional?"
"Intentionally? What do you mean?"
"Fear, jealousy, worry, these are the natural emotions that humans have towards us. Powerful things are in common with fear to some extent. Worrying about interference and manipulation is a biological instinct."
"..."
The daylight was dim under the dark mountains, Roja turned his head and looked at the radiant pupils of the blonde woman, and was silent for a long time about her speculation and scrutiny.
"I'm not wary of you. After all, it's not so much that I don't use your skills, it's that I don't want to use them."
"unwilling?"
The black-haired boy lowered his head slightly, as if thinking about something, and said lightly under Petra's gaze:
"I have a hunch that the danger is approaching. It's just that the previous small fights are far from the time to show the cards. The most powerful force is used in the most critical moments. This has always been my criterion."
"Oh? I didn't expect you to cherish my blessings so much. To be honest, I feel pretty good when I hear you say that. Indeed, cherishing my gifts is respecting me, and knowing respect is a good thing.
Petra raised the corners of her mouth, and smiled on her beautiful face, but she was also a little puzzled.
"But to be honest, the contrast between your performance and age is a little bit different."
"The Self?"
"Yes, this space is my world. Even if you can come in, you can't deceive me here. You here are the real you who have thrown away their disguise."
"...Well, no wonder there is always a strange feeling."
Roja nodded, and finally understood what was unnatural since coming here. The blonde woman leaned on the throne and looked at such a young man, the light in her eyes became rich.
"Anyway, since you have completed the first agreement and saw me again, then I should show some sincerity."
Petra's vertical pupils were shining like gold. She stared at the black-haired boy and stared at him. At this moment, Roja felt her eyes squint.
"what have you done?"
"Hehe, just a little gift, you will find out when the skill is activated."
Petra looked at Roja with a smile, and seemed to be staring at something far away. After a long time, she lightly opened her lips as if remembering something.
"By the way, I heard that guy said he wanted to ask questions, right?"
"That guy?"
"It's the noisy giant outside, what a troublesome guy."
"Hey? Gurandall?"
The black-haired boy widened her eyes, and Petra nodded when she heard the words. She put her hand on her cheek and looked at Roja with a smile, obviously interested in him.
"It's him, he is very angry because he can't enter here, and he threatened me not to use my brain."
"Hey? Is there such a thing? Can you contact?"
"Of course, but you are still the bridge of communication, but it really surprises me. How can you be able to make such an existence care about you like this?"
Petra looked down curiously at the cheerful boy who thought of his companion. Roya was taken aback when he heard the words, and after thinking about it, he smiled:
"Because it's a friend."
"friend?"
The blonde woman's eyes widened at Roja's words, and after her beautiful eyes blinked, Petra suddenly laughed.
"You can actually be friends with that kind of guy, hahaha, little guy, you are really interesting."
After an uncontrollable laugh, Petra finally remembered the topic. She glanced at the outside world and raised her mouth with interest.
"Let me see the most beautiful thing in destiny, this is my request."
"...You really like to ask troublesome questions, but is it destiny? The word really has a relationship with me recently."
"Do you mean that little girl who believes in the goddess of fate?"
"That's it."
Roja thought about what the woman said, not only Charlotte herself, but even the arrival of the girl was a bit like a turning point in his destiny.
No, it should be a turning point for each other.
The black-haired boy sighed that what he has seen and heard recently has really shocked him too much. The solving of the mysteries makes him like a learner who accepts enlightenment knowledge. The half-knowledge brings even greater doubts, and There are some conjectures about the Acate family.
"Indeed, that girl is a rare ancestral bloodline blessed by the goddess of destiny, and she is indeed worthy of you as a breeding object."
"Yeah... Huh?"
The black-haired boy nodded vaguely at the serious words of the woman on the throne, but gradually widened his eyes when he understood it.
"Wait, what did you say?"
"Huh? I mean that your bloodlines match very well, and the next generation born from reproduction is likely to be bloodlines as well."
"No, why are you suddenly involved in reproduction? Does it matter?"
"Relationship? Aren't you husband and wife?"
Petra blinked suspiciously, seemingly unable to understand Roja's thoughts, while the black-haired boy was speechless by the woman's words, not knowing how to explain it.
"Unmarried couple, unmarried! No reproduction!"
Roja blushed and emphasized, suddenly remembering the conversation with Gurandal in the past, and couldn't help wondering in his heart whether the skeleton giant had misled Petra's thinking.
Is this mating and that reproduction so straightforward in ancient times? Would you like to talk a little about the construction of spiritual civilization
The boy reacted fiercely, and the intense emotional fluctuations made the unique feelings given to him in the space diminished a lot. Although the blond woman saw this, she didn't care. She raised her head and looked at the rolling mountains, her eyes seemed to pass through the dark stone wall. What has arrived.
"Really? But...you only think so, right?"
"what?"
"You should go now."
Petra took a deep look at the boy in front of him and reminded him:
"Don't forget my question, goodbye, Roya Acate."
A slightly mild voice echoed in his ears, the next moment a gust of wind swept through, the surrounding scenery disappeared with the wind, and the teenager's consciousness fell into darkness again.
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"What, what to do? His body temperature is still falling."
"[Egg] There is no abnormal fluctuation, it seems to be a side effect of Luo Ya's absorption skill."
In the small and exquisitely decorated cabin, Isabella frowned deeply as she watched the boy who was emitting layers of mist on the bed. In just one minute since she discovered that something was wrong, Roja was already frozen on the bed. At this time, Frost was extending outward along the bed, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply.
It has been a day since Loya absorbed the power of the permafrost maker and caused his vitality to be severely injured. As the vacant Golden Soul was used to reduce the weight of the hull to a certain extent, the speed of the St. Mary at this time had risen by a large amount. Intercept, the defensive ability has returned to normal levels.
There is no doubt that Roja did a great favor to Isabella, but it is a pity that this hero did not participate in the reception, but fell into a coma, until now suddenly something went wrong.
"This is [egg]'s cold air, so the method of treatment should be similar to that of [egg], and the golden soul can effectively suppress it."
"It's true."
After listening to Her Majesty’s instructions, Charlotte, who was surrounded by golden light, nodded, but soon discovered a problem. The temperature in the house had indeed risen, but the cold air gathered around Roja and sent the young man there. The situation is worse.
"No, he is like a sponge now, and freezing air is like water. The external suppression is not only useless but harmful to him. What we have to do is not push the water over, but squeeze it out."
"Yes, but what should I do?"
After hearing Isabella's words, the girl stopped her hands in a panic. Her Majesty looked at Charlotte who was about to cry and the boy on the bed, and her heart suddenly moved.
"Charlotte, this matter is going to you as your fiancée."
The serious Isabella stared at the anxious girl, and pointed at the boy on the bed with a big hand:
"Go, kiss him!"