"What are you talking about? Wearing it will make you a beautiful saint in the audience."

Natalia was already squatting down and putting on the anklets, and Yulia was putting on the bracelets. She wanted to leave, and the call to her from the protruding grass behind was getting stronger and stronger.

Martel and Green appeared behind them at some point, pushing the somewhat dazed Dermot aside and restraining Lecia who was trying to struggle. The one behind her with a protruding belly stared at her waist.

"Are you going to hurt the child? Teacher Lecia."

When the words came out, Lecia hesitated, and the necklaces were put on her hands and feet.

She felt her body become heavier, and in a trance she saw a fire burning in the overhanging bushes.

It contains destruction, heat, killing and strong unwillingness, and the battlefield where countless warriors scream appears here.

The sky is filled with gray-red dark clouds and filled with blazing fire, and the ground is filled with smoke and fighting, blood and fire.

"All that's missing is the necklace, Lecia, you are really beautiful tonight. I don't know who will marry you."

Yulia handed half of the necklace composed of bright gems to Natalia, and the two of them put it on Lesia, one on the left and the other on the right. The red gem in the middle was coquettish and beautiful.

"No, I don't want to take this seriously." Lecia was clamped from one side to the other, and could only watch helplessly as the gem fell into the center of the hollow of her white-skinned collarbone.

As if seeing something terrifying, Lecia resisted instinctively, but Martel and Green grabbed her hands, and Natalia and Yulia continued the movements with smiles.

She felt the touch on the back of her neck. There must be something she couldn't remember. She shouldn't be like this.

"Dermott, come and save me, I don't want this."

Lecia thought of someone close to her and wanted to turn around and shout. Dermot struggled a little between Martel and Green, and then froze there.

The buttons at the back were buttoned up, and Lecia felt the weight go away, and her head relaxed. She seemed to have forgotten what she wanted to do? She couldn't remember.

Natalia and Yulia kissed her on the cheek, and then it was Martel and Green's turn.

Schiller, who was in the crowd, clenched the flute in his hand and was pulled away by the hooded man.

The cheers, discussions, and shouts overwhelmed her resistance. The roars and the turmoil of the battlefield increased her burden, coupled with the sudden decompression at the end. Lecia felt that she became very heavy, and her hands and feet became weak and she fainted.

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Natalia and Martel smiled, pulled Dermot, who was a little dazed, and helped her leave, leaving behind the people celebrating in front of the bonfires of different colors.

The dark red round handle protruding out of the grass, entangled by weeds, thorns, and thorns, gave off a faint light. Below it was the bright red sword body, which was inserted into a tattered heavy book and sunk into the ground.
Chapter completed!