Ultimate Weapon of Magic and Science

At noon, the heavy rain cloud covered the sky, and the sky has been gloomy since the morning. At this moment, because of the low air pressure, it adds a dull and humid heat, and the people who are tired of the war can hardly bear the depression in the heart, just like the sky. The ugly face looked at the lead-gray sky from time to time, and the pace under his feet accelerated unconsciously.

Walking down the carriage and looking at the sky, Minerva murmured in a voice that only he could hear.

"I am... royal family."

Relative to determination, this tone is too empty, and relative to confusion, this voice is too cold.

The empty voice escaped in the humid air.

"Everything I do is for the country and for Roland..."

——The lost things can also be given some meaning and value in the future. It is this power that you have.

The slightly twisted smile of the one-eyed fortune teller whispered into the ears again.

Lost things, Roland was forced to that kind of desperation, those hypocrisy-not in vain?

If it can be done, it must be done anyway. This is an obligation and a responsibility.

But what should I do?

——What happened in the past cannot be changed, and what is lost cannot be returned to the hands. But you can use this as an opportunity to make as few things as possible lost in the future. For this, comfort and guidance are necessary.

Yes, it is.

It is impossible to continue to be immersed in frustration, it is dangerous, and this should be pointed out to him.

But... is that all right? With such a simple truth, he should be clear that, to this day, can words be passed to his heart?

——You are afraid, are you? Fear Even if what you do is necessary, you are still afraid of it, right? But from another perspective, isn't this what you expect?

What do you mean?

——If it is not painful, it is not salvation. Isn't that the case? Just being restless and self-blaming is not enough, nothing can be changed.

...

——It is your freedom and will to finally decide how to do it. The conclusion should not be drawn by others, but by yourself.

Your behavior should be punished.

However, if what can be changed while being punished, what is left--

"Dedicate yourself..."

Give everything to the savior.

For the royal family, for raising his father to date, for the younger brother, for the country. In this body, with this heart, get the favor of the salvation brave man, soothe him, help him.

This is his only and absolute mission today.

Everything else is trivial and trivial, and priority is below this. Your own future, past, feelings, hobbies, life, body, chastity——

"I--"

The murmurs full of contradictions and distortions were dispelled by the wind blowing into the corridor. The sultry and damp wind licked Minerva's limb like a lick, which made her feel a little unhappy, and her confusion was suppressed. Taking a deep breath, the girl stepped forward, and the maid behind took a step forward to open the door for her.

At this moment, the flower praying mantis holding the tray appeared behind the door. When he saw Minerva, he couldn't help but shrink back, and immediately looked back aside dumbly.

"also……"

Minerva sighed, and the flower praying mantis shook his head, looking at the intact ice cold meal with dim eyes, and said in a worried voice:

"It gets worse every day."

"Yes……"

Minerva almost sighed, noticing that the flower mantis's carefully maintained hair was a bit messy, and there was also the haggard that was hard to hide. If you think that even the flower praying mantis, known for its patience, is at a loss, Minerva feels more depressed.

In order not to disintegrate the consciousness that was made easily, Minerva steadily refused to sigh and continued to ask with a concerned expression:

"Is Roland still in the room?"

"That's right. After returning with Fafna, he always kept himself in the room. It's been a few days. I don't eat or drink--"

Speaking of Roland, sadness and anxiety pour out until Minerva raised his palm.

"I'll go."

"...Your Highness?"

The flower praying mantis raised his head in surprise, and Minerva's strange smile reflected in his clear pupils.

With a slight smile, Minerva said:

"give it to me."

The unpleasant hot wind blows through the corridor again, and under the raised cloak, the customized military uniform outlines the girl's graceful body curve.

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(strange.)

Wandering in the hallway of the mansion, Minerva's smiling smile lingered in the head of the flower mantis.

As a mimic carnivorous insect, the flower mantis is not only good at disguising, but also good at observing prey and enemies. Subtle dynamic changes, the details of each action, can not escape the perception of high-precision flower mantis.

At that time, Minerva smiled.

This is by no means natural.

Minerva should know that words are now difficult to pass into Roland's heart. In this case, even sighs and bitter smiles are more reasonable than those thoughtful smiles. Moreover, the situation is now sinister, and Minerva should be stunned. How can she persuade Roland, who is disheartened, when her mood is not good?

What made him even more disturbed was that Minerva left the maid outside the door before entering Roland's room.

Today, Roland is suffering from despair and pain that do not know when it will erupt. If they are alone, they do not know what will happen. Although there is no killing, there is no guarantee that violence will not occur. Violence exercised under the control of uncontrolled emotions will often cause the above-mentioned injuries, and in severe cases may even lead to death.

The flower mantis that was raised as a killer is very clear about this, and he believes that Minerva knows this too.

Now that I know, why Minerva still-

(and many more--)

If anyone induces hints at Minerva, isn’t this the best time?

When the footsteps stopped and suddenly turned to run back, a gorgeous black figure stretched out his arms in front of the flower mantis.

"60 points."

The man in black spread his hands and smiled amiably.

“It’s commendable to notice the abnormal situation in time, but it’s too late. Moreover, if I have that meaning, now you have become the left and right halves.”

"...Why are you here?"

"This is a stupid question."

With a crooked head, the man continued to smile.

A gentle smile that looks so evil.

"You will guess that someone implied the queen girl, and here you can also predict that someone can see it, and lay out pieces to prevent someone from trying to block it."

"It really is a hint."

The center of gravity leans forward slightly, and the knuckle-like blade resembling the forelimb of the praying mantis tightly protects the body of the flower praying mantis.

"We have done all we have to do. Let those two be alone now."

Faced with the intimidation of the flower mantis, the man showed no fear and continued to speak in a cheerful tone.

"What can happen is conceivable, maybe Her Royal Highness will have a painful period. But if the young master can be calmed down, she must endure it. No, it is not correct to say that, she should be happy and satisfied. . If Her Majesty the Queen is no longer usable, it will leave usable weaknesses in the mind of the young master."

"you guys……"

crazy.

not human.

The flower praying mantis wanted to say this, and eventually swallowed his resentment.

Even if you yell at pigs "you are pigs", pigs will not have any reaction. It is futile to point out that "you are not human" to crazy groups that have long lost their humanity.

"Don’t be mistaken, she really hopes this kind of result, no matter what the young master, she will be willing. We will not disturb their short love and desire ensemble. The next big time, Let’s take a good look at the old, where should we start? Right—"

The flower praying mantis jumped back suddenly, and two straight and staggered cuts suddenly appeared on the marble floor that was standing a second ago.

"Let’s start with this right eye first. If you don’t give me a good return, I’m sorry."

Lifting up the structure is similar, but the longer and bigger claws of the mantis, the bark mantis smiles happily, and only the left eye leaps with a crazy light.

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A halo was cast in the dim room, and the eyelid was lifted subconsciously. The outline drawn by the backlight was not a flower mantis, and the appearance of the person could not be seen for a while, but Roland recognized at a glance that Miner was standing at the door. watt.

You can't admit it wrong.

When I first met, I felt an unforgettable acceleration of my heartbeat.

No matter what angle of observation and evaluation, it is a girl who can only exist in the story and can only be described by "ideal type". It is a noble, strong, beautiful and wise girl, and a queen girl that countless men love.

Even if she knew she had nothing to do with her engagement and feelings, it was entirely based on political negotiations and exchange of interests, and Roland had an incredible and little excitement in her heart.

"Roland--"

Calling his name gently, Minerva closed the door and walked slowly towards the desk.

"You can't go on like this, at least eat something first."

—No, don’t worry about me.

"Everyone is worried about you, you should know."

—Don’t talk, let me be alone.

"We can understand your mood, but please be right—"

"understanding?"

The silent expression cracked, and the convulsive smile emerged from under the crack.

"You guys? Understand?"

The state of mind in the backwaters boiled, and the lumps in the back chest quickly turned into warming catalysts.

Anxiety, despair, anger... The muddy pupils mixed with countless negative feelings turned to Minerva, who was speechless, and faced with a sudden emotional outburst of Roland, she was as strong and wise as she was at a loss. And this overwhelmed response has also become a catalyst to stimulate Roland's further outbreak.

I don’t know anything about the situation. I stand on the moral high ground that I think is correct. I know in my head that this is an extreme idea, but the black thinking cannot stop, and the angry words are continuously poured out.

"What saint girl~www.readwn.com~ What hero, what savior, is just a puppet staged according to the script, from beginning to end, but it is just a funny game!"

The so-called self-will, the so-called choice of life, the so-called pain of choice are just scripts carefully designed by someone for a certain purpose, and it takes more than ten years to design, invest, and wait for execution-no one can accept Such a conclusion, let alone this is a cold truth. Even if it goes crazy, it’s not surprising.

Roland has withstood this shock. Even if it is a doll in the palm of others, he wants to change the world's irrationality.

It was at this time that Li Lin made a perfect blow, and unveiling "changing the world" with **** reality was just wishful thinking.

"Do you look at me like this?"

"No, Roland, I--"

"Nothing is wrong!"

A punch hit the desk, and the gorgeous desk broke into two pieces, with unilateral violence and refusal between the two.