He thought this question would make him think for a long time, but he didn't expect to get an answer soon.
"Why..." Hyde was stunned, "Because you're a witch."
The magic string didn't beat. It turned out that, Nightingale suddenly understood a lot of things. The witch is the devil's minion, the incarnation of the fallen. Once she becomes a witch, she will gradually lose her feelings as a human being. At that time, such an argument was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. In the eyes of the other party, she is no longer a member of the human race, not to mention the sibling relationship maintained by blood. The so-called betrayal is nothing but a way to protect himself. Hyde probably still thinks so. It is precisely because he completely believes in his own judgment that he will answer so naturally.
After that, Hyde said a lot. For example, he used to be ignorant and didn't know that this was a slander made up by the church. Another example is that he has now repented deeply and hoped that she would forgive herself... But Nightingale did not listen to these words. The thoughts surging in her mind were like a storm, making it difficult for her to recover for a while.
So she shouldn't blame each other at all, just because most people would make the same choice
For him, what he betrayed was not his own sister, but a devil who would lose his humanity sooner or later? Since they are devils, it is reasonable to say that there is no trust in each other.
But... is that so
She was clearly asking about Hyde, but her consciousness drifted to another person unconsciously.
That man was also a noble, not to mention blood, he had never met face to face once. If it was a matter of course to betray a witch, then he should have sent Anna to the gallows long ago.
There is neither fear nor hatred for witches, except for curiosity, his eyes are clear and understandable, even if she has threatened him with a knife.
Scene after scene flashed quickly, as if retracing forward, and finally stopped at the moment before the heavy snowfall.
The first winter after they met.
"...I don't think she will survive the Demon Moon."
"Why?"
"She said she would not lose to the Demon Devourer, and I believed her."
"You would believe a witch, we are cursed by the devil."
"Really? I trust you too."
The sea of memory rippling with these words.
Nightingale took a deep breath and pulled her consciousness back to reality, "Wait here, if someone comes to you, do what you should do, just like I haven't been here before."
"Wait, wait... where are you going?"
She put the dagger back in her waist and disappeared into the mist, "Go and do what I need to do."
…
As Hyde said, she could have invaded Viscount Dort Sommer's bedroom and used a dagger to force him to explain everything from the beginning to the end. Most nobles are usually scared out of their minds when they see the dazzling tip of the knife, and they ask one question and answer three questions, only to hate that they have two less mouths. And there are some more stubborn people who will happily dump their secrets after being picked off by their fingernails. She has verified this many times.
If the death of her parents is really related to the Viscount, she will naturally let the other party understand what blood debt is paid for.
But Nightingale didn't want to do that at the moment.
Especially after experiencing the scene just now.
Now she is no longer alone.
She has someone she can trust and trust.
Compared with the practice of the Shadow Killer in the past, she wanted to try another way to solve this incident. If it was Roland, she wouldn't want to see her tainted with too much unnecessary blood, right
After crossing the foggy realm, Nightingale entered Dort's study with a few flashes. Several dark black holes were like black-colored spheres, standing in the black-and-white world. She didn't care about the sleeping guard leaning against the door, but set her sights on a divine stone field beside the bookcase.
She walked slowly to the wall, and the fairly straight wall suddenly twisted, its outline curved and curled, like a tuft of hair that had lost its nourishment, revealing what was covered underneath.
Through the deformed outline, she can see details that ordinary people can never see. A thin metal rod is buried under this wall, one section is connected to the bookcase, and the other section is connected to the "black ball".
This is a very common organ secret.
Nightingale easily destroyed the bell hanging below the mechanism, and then pushed a seemingly ordinary book, barely making any sound, and the secret door was opened.
There was a stone of punishment embedded in the hidden box, but it was not difficult for her, before she was still a minor, the mouse instructor that Old Glenn had found taught her all the abilities a qualified thief should have. After years of training, she has already mastered the skills of how to use copper needles to open various locks.
After opening three or four iron boxes one after another, Nightingale found what she wanted.
It was a recent ledger, which recorded the batches, objects and quantities of dream water transactions as she expected. Nobles always like to hide their important objects in places they think are secret.
With this record, coupled with the unreleased goods in the mansion, the evidence is conclusive.
Nightingale returned to the basement and reported the entire incident to Roland.
When the sky turned white, the first army, which was ordered to come, had surrounded the mansion.
…
Three days later, Nightingale appeared again in front of Hyde, who had just been released from prison. The haggard and dazed expression on his face almost made him feel like a corpse. It was not until he saw Nightingale that there was a hint of color in his eyes.
Anger and hatred.
"Viscount Sommer was sentenced to hang, the rest of the family served twenty years of hard labor, and the two fiefs belonged to the kingdom. You made me wait for this result?" He walked into an empty alley, and Hyde couldn't hold back any longer. Controlling his emotions, he growled at her, "Take everything from me and make me nothing?"
"You should be thankful that you are not considered a member of the Sommer family," Nightingale said calmly. "Compared to the Viscount, at least you are still alive."
"That's just because you want me to continue to suffer, just to see my jokes! It was like this eight years ago, and it is like this now... You killed old Glenn and walked away, do you know what my life will be like after that? I finally got the chance to get the territory of the Sommer family. I thought you would help me, but you ruined it!" Hyde clenched his fists and said, "I have neither a title nor a fief now. Are you satisfied? You didn't forgive me at all, Veronica! You liar... all you want is revenge! I should have known!"
As he spoke, his roar had a hint of crying, and then he curled up and sobbed in a low voice, "Nothing...I have nothing..."
Nightingale was silent for a long time before she said, "Yes, I didn't forgive you, and I will never be more unforgivable if you were born from the same origin." She paused, "But you don't have nothing, at least I have nothing. set you free."
The words made Hyde look up with his snot and filth on his face.
"Neither old Glenn nor the Sommer family, nor anyone else, can restrain you. From now on, how you want to live and what you can do is up to you, not by others like in the past. It's controlled like a puppet. Whether you think it's punishment or torture, it doesn't matter if you hate me or blame me, it's your own choice and we have nothing to do with it in the future."
After saying this, Nightingale turned around and walked towards the entrance of the alley, disappearing from Hyde's field of vision.