She bit her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Thales sighed in his heart.

"Maybe there is," Thales said softly, "It's just that we don't know."

The little slipper sniffed.

"If it really isn't," Thales sighed and moved his hands to her head, "that would be better."

Thales stretched out his fingers and gently wiped away her tears.

Then he held her black-rimmed glasses and used gentle force to straighten them, which were crooked and full of damage.

He looked at the little slippery man with a solemn expression and solemn tone.

"After reading so many books and reading so many other people's stories, it's time for you... to write your own story."

The little slipper sobbed subconsciously

The girl looked at Thales with a dazed expression and a blank look in her eyes.

It was as if he was flipping through a randomly found book, rather than looking at a boy with a determined expression.

After a few seconds, the little slipper pursed his lips, and then slowly opened them.

Just listen to her whisper: "Will you always be by my side?"

"Yes." He nodded.

Her eyes lit up: "Will you face this with me?"

"I will." He smiled.

Her expression changed and she gritted her teeth: "You will protect me."

He sighed, raised his head forward, and touched her forehead.

They looked at each other through their glasses.

The boy spoke softly, with a decisive tone:

"Will do."

At this moment, Thales heard footsteps behind him.

He gently let go of the dazed little slipper's head and turned to the visitor.

"You'd better have a good explanation, little prince," the pale and stern face of the Fallen Star appeared in front of him, with a bad look and a harsh tone: "About the kidnapping of the Walton bloodline..."

Seri Nicolai cast his eyes at the little slipper who was bowing his head in deep thought: "Come back with us, you shouldn't have any more contact with this dangerous prince, madam."

The little slipper pursed his lips and hid behind Thales.

Nicolai frowned.

Thales took a deep breath and looked up at Nicolai.

And Michael behind him.

Thales ignored the Faller and said softly to Michael: "Lord Michael, I'm sorry, I'm still used to calling you Lord."

Michael, who looked depressed, was slightly startled.

Nicolai was slightly stunned.

"Why did you come back to help the Walton family?" Thales looked at Michael calmly: "You are no longer an official. I remember that King Nunn has exiled you forever."

Michael's expression turned sad and desperate.

His muscles tensed unconsciously.

"In the eyes of King Nuen, you are the sinner who killed his son, aren't you." The prince said calmly: "He took your child away for this... He treated you this way, and you should treat him fairly.

"

Michael was shocked.

Nicolai looked at his former colleagues and his expression changed.

"Hey, you, little prince," Meteorite said decisively: "If you..."

But someone interrupted him, and it wasn't Thales.

"Yes."

Michael raised his head tremblingly, his eyes burning with strange and complex emotions.

"But that's his opinion," he said painfully: "But I will always belong to the White Blade Guards, and my duty is to be loyal to the king."

The former officer gritted his teeth.

"No matter how he treats me."

Thales's eyes lit up.

Michael's hands were trembling, as if he was remembering many things from the past.

"That has never changed."

"I've done my duty, that's all."

Finally, the former officer gritted his teeth and looked back at Thales firmly.

Nicolai looked at his comrades blankly.

Thales smiled slightly.

"Not only that," the prince said softly, "it's also because of Prince Suril, right - you always feel guilty for him."

Michael shook slightly.

"It must be uncomfortable," Thales observed his expression, lowered his head and sighed slowly: "You try your best to do something, but fate is playing tricks on you - you made a big mistake and committed a big crime.

.”

"But it can't be undone."

Michael tilted his head and closed his eyes, his expression struggling.

"So you want to make amends," Thales said regretfully, "You want to atone for your sins."

Nicolai took a step forward impatiently: "That's enough."

"I don't know why you are saying all this meaningless nonsense, but..."

At this moment, Thales suddenly raised his head, his eyes sharp!

"Because this is what we are facing now!" Thales interrupted Nicolai almost with a roar.

The Fallen Star was stunned. He looked at the Prince of Stars with a confused expression on his face.

Thales panted slightly, trying to calm his sore throat.

"Look around us," he gritted his teeth: "King Nun's skull blood is sprinkled on his own land, Lombard walks majestically in Dragon Sky City, his palms cover the sky of the North, Kashan

, Shless Kaslan smiled at us in the dark."

Nicolai listened to Thales' words silently.

But his eyes were filled with anger.

"Wars and disasters are coming, and they are about to kill countless people and destroy countless people," Thales exhaled with difficulty: "And we are like bereaved dogs, tired of running for our lives and fleeing in panic."

"Hide in the corner and comfort yourself - 'This is the only way to do it', and then sleep peacefully, as if nothing had happened in the dream."

Michael sighed and looked panicked.

Nicolai clenched his fists.

"Humph," he snorted coldly: "Thanks to your secret science."

Thales ignored him and just shook his head with sharp eyes: "But, is this all?"

Nicolai frowned.

"Is this the end?" The prince raised his hands and waved them vigorously in the air: "Are you willing to do this?"

"Nicolai, Fallen Star?"

He called Nicolai by his nickname without restraint.

Nicolai's face was sullen, his nails dug into his palms, and he finally blew out a puff of air from his nose.

"Then what the hell do you want to do?" The Fallen Star gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Poor little prince?"

Thales raised his head, his expression solemn and serious.

"I want to change, I want to redeem," he said seriously, "I want to do something."

"I want to fight back."

Nicolai's eyes narrowed, he lowered his head and looked at the prince silently.

A few seconds later.
To be continued...