Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

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Isolde looked at Foyego, who was holding the sword, at a loss, watching him stab the sword into his body.

Is it...?

But... why?

Why not kill yourself first?

"Ha ha..."

The breath of Foyego's body wilted for the most part, but he still laughed out loud:

"Why are you looking like that? Isolde, my queen, what are you surprised about?"

"Why?" Isolde couldn't help asking.

She looked around subconsciously, as if searching for her tailor's box.

In the past, when Foyego was seriously injured like this, it was her who helped with the stitches.

"Why?" Foyego raised a arrogant smile on the corner of his mouth, "Because I love you, my queen!!" Remember the website m.xbequge. com

He just used the black fog to condense Isolde's soul a little, then forcibly controlled the opponent's hands with his hands, held it on the Ruined King's Sword, and then pushed it forward.

"what!!"

The Ruined King Sword pierced through his body, causing Foyego to let out a shrill scream.

This weapon that can hurt the soul, once again barreled into his master's body.

Foyego was breathing heavily, but his face was gentle. He gently wiped the teardrop-like crystals from the corners of Isolde's eyes, and forced a smile and said:

"How? My queen, does this sword make your resentment a little less?"

"Why? I hate you so much, want to leave you, and even deny your love for me, why do you have to do it to such an extent!"

Looking at Foyego, who was severely injured because of himself, Isolde shouted like a madman.

"Hahaha! What a joke! Isolde, what do you think I love?"

Foyego completely ignored the sword still stuck in his body, his eyes met Isuld's eyes, and his tone was extremely serious:

"Your name is Isolde, and I'm Foyego. No matter what you become, no matter what I become, I will still love you."

Seeing that Isolde wanted to say something but stopped talking, Foyego forcibly interrupted:

"Love ends after death? Humph! If you only love me this much, doesn't it mean I've failed too much!"

He lowered his body and pressed his cheek to Isul's ear:

"Isolde, since I can make you fall in love with me once, I won't let you go again. If I can't do it ten times, I will use my life to use the love you want to let you go. Be the happiest woman in the world."

"Foyego..."

After hearing this, Isolde stared blankly at the other party, his expression fluctuating abnormally.

She remembered the days when she was queen and Foyego was king.

At that time, she would occasionally walk out of the palace and return to the village where she was born.

When she was walking on the road, she could always hear other people's comments.

"The king gave all his love and everything to the queen, and the queen is so happy."

"Oh, it's the queen's fault that we've had such a bad time."

"It would be great if the king could separate the gaze that fell on the queen."

"As long as the degree of gaze is divided by one percent... no, one thousandth, the country will not be like this."

"..."

She heard too many exclamations like this, directly or indirectly.

All the subjects believed that the decline of the country was because of her, that she had taken away the king's attention.

But inevitably, there are many women, whether they are ignorant Huaichun girls or women who are married to others, they all envy her, thinking that she has all the love of the most powerful king in the world. What an honor.

But Isolde didn't think so.

Thinking back to that time, the self at that time... When she heard such remarks, the feeling she felt was self-blame... Maybe it was the fear of trying to escape, and even she gradually began to hope that she hadn't moved the sewing table outside the house that day, Did not let Foyego see herself, and even more... she was not born in this world...

How sad... Isolde smiled bitterly and raised his eyes to look at Foyego's pure face looking directly at him.

Her lips parted, as if she wanted to say something, but after trying for a long time, she didn't know what she could say.

Does she love Foyago? She is not sure...

Recalling the first time the two met, she could answer with certainty...

She doesn't love Foyego.

At that time, Isolde was just an ordinary woman. She was attracted by Foyego. Foyego's erudition and wit made her addicted. Everything he told was something she had never heard of in the first half of her life.

One is a lowly tailor, the other a noble prince.

Even the unremarkable things that the other party has experienced, in her opinion, have a sense of freshness.

Because of this freshness and longing for the upper class, she married him.

At the beginning, she was like the happiest princess in the world. He was caring for her in the palm of his hand, and everything was satisfied.

That's right, she also had fantasies, as a gentle and considerate queen, she has always stood by Foyego's side as its most powerful arm.

At that time, was it love?

Thousands of thoughts flashed through Isolde's mind, and he denied it.

If Foyego's kind is love, she can only be regarded as a girl's fantasy at best.

Then, when did you start to feel bored?

I heard the people's criticism of myself...

Or tired of being a queen?

But no matter how Isolde recalls, it seems that Foyego's love for himself has not changed from beginning to end...

She thought that blocking the sword for Foyego was to repay everything and the end of this forbidden love, but these were just her own wishful thinking.

In the eyes of her at that time, she experienced the prosperity and beauty of all the world, and finally died of love. This ending is even more perfect than a fairy tale...

But ah...what's the difference between this and escaping?

Being so selfish, I really don't deserve that love...

"Foyego, I don't deserve you to love me so much." There was sadness in Isolde's painful voice.

The happiness she once wanted may just be like the happiness in a fairy tale.

Knowing, meeting and falling in love with the prince, experiencing all the beauty and love in the world, and finally dying violently.

Everything is so ordinary and simple, and it is too far from Foyego's love that even death and unstoppable love.

She was only born as a seamstress, can't do eternal love, can't even understand love that transcends everything...

But in the face of Foyego's pair of eyes that do not contain impurities, those eyes that are full of love and have never changed like a thousand years ago...

She seems to understand something...

Until now, that naive her, can't understand Foyego's love!

"Isolde!" Foyego hugged Isolde softly, "But I still remember the vow I made when we got married."

"When you live, love her until you die."

Isolde hugged Foyego lightly, and the memory emerged in his mind like a spring, and he muttered to himself with guilt:

"When she died, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com loved her till her life."

The first half of the sentence is the oath they made together.

And the second half of the sentence is Foyego's last affectionate addition.

They each kept their vows.

"Let's forget the past!"

Foyego raised a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"I will make you fall in love with me again, my love, my queen, my Isurde!"

"But...sorry, Foyego!"