You won’t be as gentle as me.”

"I don't want to. Why should I, a woman, marry a woman? Let my mother marry her."

The girl walked back as she spoke. The red-haired man behind her kept sighing, and Trentini kept comforting him.

…

The girl in shabby clothes had her hair wrapped up. She looked at the gate of the Duke's Palace in front of her. There were several blond and brown-haired men standing at the door.

I wiped my eyes with my hand, picked up the simple backpack in my hand, and turned to leave.

From a certain window in the Duke's Palace, the red-haired man watched silently as the figure disappeared, his steel-like pupils remained calm, leaving a drop of tear in the corner of his eye.

Trentini saw the lost red-haired man in front of the window and the tears in the corners of his eyes, and walked over to help him wipe them away.

"Don't worry, I asked Isolda to accompany Evana. I believe she will accept it."

"I hope so." He held his wife's hand and froze there.

…

Hermione woke up from her chair, feeling sad and painful. Why did she dream of these scenes?

And my sister, it turns out that she has known about it for a long time. How could such a bad conspirator like me hide it from her?

I hope Isolda lives a happy life, being with her will only make her miserable, and maybe she is already dead.

I don’t want to become a Iron-Blooded Knight, so why do I always have no choice?

Hermione didn't want to understand, but she couldn't help but feel painful when she thought that her sister had shouldered everything for her.

She never complained about herself, she always appeared at the right time and let herself escape at the right time. The more she thought about it, the more she blamed herself.

‘The 30 people of the Iron-Blooded Knights are of the same mind, we are of the same mind... We have the same belief...'

Hermione, who was mumbling to herself, seemed to understand that everyone in the dream needed to agree on the same thing. Just like Edmund, everyone wanted to put him to death.

She stood up excitedly and then went back depressed: 'Sister, you helped me again, but where are you? I can't find you.'

It was already afternoon, and everyone saw her sleeping there, and no one disturbed her. She came to the church inside, where Anna and Apfel were there today.

The two of them were drowsy at the table in front of the bookshelf. When they saw Hermione coming out, they quickly raised their heads and sat up straight, as if they had done something wrong.

‘Do these two people need to be so secretive? Just get married as soon as possible while everyone is still here.’ Hermione walked by with a meaningful look in her eyes.

"If you feel sleepy, let one of you rest for a while and take turns."

She gave some instructions and went to the woods and grass square outside. On the sunny patch of grass over there, there were still a group of children playing and kicking the ball under their feet.

Looking at the families resting under the shade of the tree and chatting together, she sat on the black bench next to the tree and stared blankly, imagining that she, her sister and the others were together.

On the road near the river near the square, a carriage carrying flower pots of soil quickly drove out of sight. The people following behind were a little strange, thinking that the horse was going to lose control.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Miss Austin, Miss Austin." Helen shook Hermione who was sitting here awake. The sky had darkened, leaving a few rays of the setting sun.

"What's wrong?" Hermione looked up and looked at Helen to the side. She was in her own fantasy just now and didn't pay attention to the movement outside.

"It's time to go back to eat. You haven't eaten lunch yet, and I didn't dare to call you. I just mustered up the courage now."

"gone back."

Hermione got up, smoothed her clothes and went back to church with Helen.

Father Brandt next to him seemed a little restless. The mysterious deacon in front of him seemed to be in a wrong mood, but he didn't say anything for fear that she would lose control in the church and cause irreparable losses.

After eating, they came to the door of the church. Nona and the other three were already waiting here. She nodded to them and walked into the night, followed quickly by the three others.

The few of them didn't communicate with each other all the way to the small wooden house by the lake in the woods. Edmund lit a fire from someone who didn't know where, with a piece of black coal burning on it.

The mouth and the beard were a little dark, and he was constantly chewing the innermost things. Seeing Hermione and others arriving, he stretched out the dark stick.

"Would you like some crispy baked dulce de leche? It tastes pretty good."

If they hadn't seen the dark charcoal, the expression, chewing, and movements, Nona and the others would have believed it.

"After you finish eating, go to bed quickly. Solve the problem as soon as possible and get peace as soon as possible." Hermione reminded him directly and used her extraordinary ability to control him into the state.

Edmund fell asleep leaning against the trees, and Hermione opened the badge in her hand.

"Get ready and go in."
Chapter completed!