Act 152: Calculation

"...not...dead...ho ho..."

Delphine clasped Brando's wrist with both hands, and curled her fingertips, as if she wanted to break it away from her white neck. Her chest expanded, and an inaudible, almost gasping breath came from her throat. sound.

Her deep purple eyes, which were different from those of the Imperial people, soon became blurry, and the pupils expanded, showing rainbow-like colors inside. The light gradually dimmed, and she used her last strength to slap the arms that were like steel. The cyan veins on the back of the nearly transparent hand splayed ferociously.

The dark will dominates Brando's heart and thoughts. His eyes reflect the cold light of the magic crystal in the room, reflecting the pale and twisted face of the prime minister's daughter. Her mouth is wide open, with white teeth inside, pink tongue, throat and The tonsils were clearly visible, and the lack of oxygen caused the latter's mouth to open and close like a fish on a chopping board.

This scene made Brando feel twisted and satisfied in his heart. This vicious woman should get such an end, let her see Lady Martha with her ugliest side. This is a trial and a punishment, not just because of Roman, And the thousands of people who died in that disaster.

But when he thought of the word judgment, Brando's mind became clear. The arrogant face of the Silver Queen appeared in front of him. Although the illusion disappeared in an instant, it still made him break out in a cold sweat.

His anger subsided a little, and he suddenly realized that his behavior was no different from the people he despised. If he let his anger go and killed this woman, how would such behavior be different from that of a beast?

Thinking of this, Brando's tight muscles relaxed slightly.

The prime minister's daughter seemed to have found a glimmer of salvation in the endless abyss. She breathed desperately, as if she was trying to press the last trace of air into her lungs. She made a whimpering sound, and Brando soon felt cold tears falling on the back of his hand.

"When you cry, you never think that those hurt by you are also crying because of you..."

Delphine shook her head feebly. In the darkness, the girl's pale face was full of weakness and pity. Brando looked at this woman, unable to determine whether she was too scared or whether she was pretending - because he deeply understood that this woman was carefully dressed up for disguises and lies - this knowledge made him He became a little hard-hearted and turned a blind eye to this scene.

"...Roman...she is not...dead yet..."

The prime minister's daughter looked forward in a daze. She was nearly blind due to excessive hypoxia. Her hair was wet and hanging on her forehead. She was sweating profusely, completely soaking her clothes. Pressing her back against the damp cabin.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, she still grasped the focus and almost gritted her teeth before squeezing out the last word.

Brando was taken aback. He subconsciously let go of his hand, causing Delphine to sit down along the wall like a puddle of mud and kneel on the ground.

"How did you know?"

The prime minister's daughter lowered her head and covered her neck in pain. There was a purple mark on her long, snow-white neck, but she didn't dare waste time easily. He replied in a hoarse voice:

"She...is...Dusk..."

But Brando didn't care about her pain at all. He grabbed her collar and lifted her up from the ground: "Who told you all this?"

He didn't believe that Delphine found the answer on her own. Her knowledge and strength were not worthy of doing so, unless she was also a time traveler, but the prime minister's daughter was obviously not.

"I saw……"

"What did you see?"

Brando grabbed the woman's collar and pressed her against the bulkhead with his arms. She said in a deep voice: "You think I will believe you, Miss Delphine, human trust is limited,

We once gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it? "

"...I...saw it with my own eyes. I...also know...your secret..." Delphine lowered his head in despair and opened and closed his mouth as he answered.

Her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible.

But Brando still heard it.

He was horrified: "What secret?"

Delphine raised her head and tried to get closer to his ear. She gasped slightly and whispered four words:

"...Amber...Sword."

Brando frowned at the breath blowing on his earlobes, but he breathed a sigh of relief, at least it wasn't that secret.

However, Delphine's words still caused him to fall into silence, "Did she really see it? How did this woman see it?"

After a moment of silence, Brando spoke coldly: "...you want to bargain with me?"

Delphine shook his head weakly.

"I know... what kind of person you are, Earl... My Lord, I just ask... to get a chance for a fair... trial..."

Brando looked at the woman coldly, let go of his hand, shook his head and said: "I didn't intend to kill you personally, but you will get the trial you deserve, and when I return to the fir collar, I will hand you over to Her Royal Highness the Princess. , even if he is an unforgivable sinner, I will give him the dignity he deserves——"

After saying this, he seemed to relax.

Brando pursed his lips tightly. To be honest, he wanted to kill this woman with a sword, or just strangled her to death in anger.

But he came to his senses at the last moment, which made him a little regretful, but also a little lucky.

He deeply understood that he did not have that qualification.

He can take away anyone's life on the battlefield, but he cannot easily judge anyone. He has such power and power, but the more he understands this, the more carefully he restrains his inner thoughts. The dark side.

The higher you are, the more accustomed you are to controlling the fate of others, the easier it is to be blinded by power. The Silver Queen is not far away, and her fate is enough to make people wary.

Brando does not hope that one day not only his enemies, but also the people around him will be harmed by him. The realm of saints is not only power, but also the understanding of power itself. After all, this is what Martha and mortals Goodwill, otherwise what is the difference between it and dusk?

It became quiet in the darkness, with only the faint breathing of a man and a woman remaining.

But in the darkness, Brando saw a bright light flashing in Delphine's light purple eyes. After spending time with the other party, he understood what that meant.

"Delphine, I know what you are thinking, but I am not pedantic. If the Nidwen family dares to interfere with the justice of the trial, I don't mind losing a noble family with a long history in the empire."

Delphine raised his head as fast as lightning, biting his lower lip and looking at him.

"...You really want me to die that much, Lord Earl?"

"You deserve it, ma'am."

"..."

"...What if I am yours?"

After a short moment of silence, the somewhat low voice of the prime minister's daughter came from the darkness.

"What?" Brando was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, he felt a pair of slender arms hugging him from behind.

Then a hot body hugged him tightly.

"...Don't you want to save Miss Roman, Lord Earl?" Delphine raised her head, her eyes frighteningly bright in the darkness. She put her chin on his shoulder and gasped: "I can make up for myself. 's fault..."

"What do you want to say, Miss Delphine?" Brando remained motionless and asked coldly.

"The Mystery of the Emerald, Lord."

Brando's heart moved slightly. Although he had expected this answer, he could not believe it easily. He only felt a poisonous snake wrapping around him and spitting out apricots: "Do you think I will believe you again, Miss Delphine?" ?”

"If I were your woman..." The hot breath of the Prime Minister's daughter breathed on Brando's neck.

"Is the same true for Mr. Elman?"

Delphine let out a whimper like a wounded beast, and Brando felt her nails pierce deeply into his back. He couldn't help but gasp, thinking that he was really doing it on his own.

He subconsciously wanted to push this sly woman away, but when he lowered his head, he saw a dazzling blush; the prime minister's daughter bit her lip, and blood flowed down the corners of her mouth, dots falling. on his chest.

"My clothes..."

Brando couldn't help but vomited in his heart, but he shook his head, wondering what he was arguing with a woman. Even if she deserved it, she would not be ridiculed by him for nothing.

"I'm sorry, I made a mistake, Ms. Delphine."

He put his hand on the prime minister's daughter's shoulder, trying to separate him, but Delphine hugged him tightly and whispered: "Take me, Lord Earl..."

"Are you crazy, Miss Delphine?"

"I'm not crazy, because this is the only way I can make you trust me, Lord Earl. If you want to save your fiancée, you can only trust me——"

She said in a hoarse voice: "You don't have much time, and neither do I. Trust me for the last time, okay?"

Delphine pressed her cheek against him, her hair hanging wetly on her white jade-like forehead, sweat sliding down the tip of her nose, she spoke softly, but her tone was very calm.

Brando felt Delphine's hand groping for something on the bed behind him, but he didn't pay attention to it for the moment. He just shook his head: "That's impossible, Miss Delphine, if you really want to atone for your sins, I will not Way..."

But before he could finish his words, Delphine stood up on tiptoes, put his arms around the back of his neck, and blocked his mouth.

Brando's eyes widened, and he felt a mouthful of cold liquid pass through Delphine's mouth.

The purple eyes of the prime minister's daughter looked at him, full of triumphant pride.

...(To be continued...)