"... no... dead... ho ho..."
Delphine clasped Brando's wrists tightly with her hands, her fingertips curled, as if she wanted to break it from her snow-white neck a little bit, her chest was expanding, and from her throat an inaudible, almost panting sound came out. sound.
Her dark purple eyes, which were different from those of the empire, quickly became distracted, her pupils expanded, and the inside showed a rainbow-like color, and the light gradually dimmed. She exhausted her last strength to slap the steel-like arm, The cyan veins on the back of the almost transparent hand were varicose.
The dark will dominates Brando’s mind and thoughts. His eyes reflect the cold light of the magic crystal in the room, and inside reflect the pale and twisted face of the prime minister’s daughter. Her open mouth, white teeth, pink tongue, throat and The tonsils are clearly visible, and the lack of oxygen makes the latter's mouth close together, like a fish on a chopping board.
This scene made Brando’s heart distorted and somewhat satisfied. This vicious woman deserves such an end, let her use the ugliest side to see Lord Martha. This is a trial and a punishment, not just because of Roman, Thousands of people died in that disaster.
But when he thought of the word trial, Brando's heart was clear, and the arrogant face of the Silver Queen appeared before his eyes. Although the illusion disappeared in an instant, it still made him sweat.
The anger faded for a while, and he suddenly realized that his behavior was no different from the people he despised. If he let his anger kill this woman, how would such behavior differ from a beast
Thinking of this, Brando's tense muscles relaxed slightly.
The prime minister's daughter seemed to have received a trace of redemption in the endless abyss. She breathed desperately, as if to press the last trace of air into her lungs, she made a whining sound, Brando soon Feeling cold tears fell on the back of his hand.
"When you were crying, you never thought that those who were hurt by you would cry because of you..."
Delphine shook his head feebly. In the darkness, the pale face of the girl was full of weak and pitiful colors. Brando looked at this woman, unable to determine whether she was too scared or pretending to be. —Because he deeply understood that this woman was dressed up for disguise and lies — this recognition made him a little hard-hearted and turned a blind eye to this scene.
"... Roman... She, not yet... dead..."
The prime minister's daughter looked forward in a daze. Excessive hypoxia made her nearly blind. Her hair was drooping wet on her forehead. She sweated like a slurry, completely soaking her clothes, and pressed her back to the damp cabin.
But when she spoke, she still grabbed the center of gravity, almost gritted her teeth, before squeezing out the last word.
Brando was taken aback, and subconsciously let go of his hand, causing Delphine to sit down along the wall like a puddle of mud, kneeling on the ground.
"How did you know?"
The prime minister's daughter hung her head and covered her neck in pain. There was a circle of blue and purple marks on the snow-white slender neck, but she did not dare to waste time easily, and replied in a hoarse voice:
"She... is... at dusk..."
But Brando didn't care about her pain at all, and grabbed her by the collar and lifted her from the ground: "Who told you all this?"
He didn't believe that Delphine found the answer on her own. Her knowledge and strength were not worthy of doing this, unless she was also a traverser, but this prime minister's daughter was obviously not.
"I saw… "
"Did you see?"
Brando grabbed the woman by the neckline, pressed her against the bulkhead with his arm, and said in a deep voice, "You thought I would believe you, Miss Delphine, people's trust is limited. We once gave you a chance. , But you didn't cherish it?"
"... I saw with my own eyes, I... still know... your secret..." Delphine replied with his head down and his mouth open.
Her voice was almost inaudible.
But Brando still heard it.
He was frightened and horrified: "What's the secret?"
Delphine raised her head and tried to lean against his ear. She gasped slightly and said four words softly:
"... Amber... the sword."
The breath blowing on his earlobes made Brando frown, but he was relieved, at least not that secret.
But Delphine's words still made him fall into silence, "Did she really see it, how did this woman see it?"
After a moment of silence, Brando said coldly: "... Do you want to bargain with me?"
Delphine shook his head weakly.
"I know... what you are... man, earl... my lord, all I want is... a chance for a fair... trial..."
Brando looked at the woman coldly, released his hand, and shook his head: "I didn't intend to kill you personally, but you will get the trial you deserve. When you return to the fir collar, I will hand you over to the princess. , Even if he is an unforgivable sin, I will give him the dignity he deserves—"
After saying this, he seemed to relax.
Brando pressed his mouth tightly. To tell the truth, he wanted to kill this woman with a sword, or choke her to death just now in anger.
But at the last moment he still woke up, which made him a little regretful, but also a little lucky.
He deeply understands that he does not have that qualification.
He can deprive anyone of his life on the battlefield, but he cannot easily judge anyone. He has such power and power, but the more he understands this, the more carefully he restrains his heart. The dark side.
The higher one is, the more accustomed to dominating the destiny of others, the easier it is to be blinded by power. Silver Queen Yinjian is not far away, and her fate is also alarming enough.
Brando does not hope that one day it is not only his own enemy, but even the people around him will be hurt by himself. The realm of sages is not only power, but also the understanding of power itself. After all, this is Martha Xu and mortals. The kindness, otherwise, how is it different from dusk
There was silence in the darkness, only a man and a woman panting slightly.
But in the darkness, Brando saw a bright light flashing in Delphine's light purple eyes. After spending some time with the other party, he knew what it meant.
"Delphine, I know what you are thinking, but I am not pedantic. If the Niedervan family dares to interfere with the justice of the trial, I don't mind losing the empire to a noble family with a long history."
Delphine raised his head like lightning, biting his lower lip and looking at him.
"... You want me to die that much, Lord Earl?"
"You deserve it, ma'am."
"..."
"... What if I were yours?"
After a short moment of silence, a somewhat low voice from the prime minister's daughter came from the darkness.
"What?" Brando was stunned. Before he could react, he felt a pair of slender arms hugging him from behind.
Then a fiery body hugged him tightly.
"... Don't you want to save Miss Romance, Lord Earl?" Delphine raised her head, her eyes horribly bright in the darkness, she put her chin on his shoulder, and said, "I can make up for my own money." Fault..."
"What do you want to say, Miss Delphine?" Brando asked coldly, motionless.
"The mystery of the emerald, Lord Lord."
Brando's heart moved slightly. Although he had expected this answer, he couldn't believe it easily. He only felt a viper entangled himself and vomited Kyoko: "You think I will believe you again, Miss Delphine. ?"
"If I were your woman..." the prime minister's daughter exhaled fiery breath on Brando's neck.
"Is it the same for Mr. Elman?"
Delphine let out a whimper like a wounded beast, Brando felt her nails pierce deeply into his back, he couldn't help taking a breath, thinking that he was really self-conscious.
He subconsciously wanted to push this scorpion-hearted woman away, but when he lowered his head, he saw a dazzling red; the prime minister's daughter bit his lips, and the blood flowed down the corners of her mouth, dots and dots. On his chest.
"My clothes..."
Brando couldn't help but vomit in his heart, but he shook his head, thinking about what he would care about with a woman, even if she deserved it, he wouldn't be ridiculed by him.
"Sorry, I made a mistake, Ms. Delphine."
He put his hand on the prime minister's daughter's shoulder, trying to separate him, but Delphine hugged him tightly, and groaned in a low voice, "Take me, Lord Earl..."
"Are you crazy, Miss Delphine?"
"I'm not crazy, because only then can you trust me, Lord Earl. If you want to save your fiancée, you can only trust me—"
She said in a hoarse and low voice: "You don't have much time, so do I. Trust me one last time, okay?"
Delphine pressed her cheek to him, and the hair on her forehead was wet and drooped on her forehead like a white jade. The sweat slid down the tip of her nose. She said softly, but her tone was very calm.
Brando felt Delphine's hand groping for something on the bed behind him, but he didn't care for a moment, only shook his head: "That's impossible, Miss Delphine, if you really want to atone for your sins, I have a difference. Way..."
But before he finished speaking, Delphine was already on tiptoe, with his arms up around the back of his neck, blocking his mouth.
Brando's eyes widened, and he felt a mouthful of cold liquid coming from Delphine's mouth.
The purple eyes of the prime minister's daughter and his staring at each other were all proud of success.