The castle burned.
The white frozen wall was engulfed in a huge fire.
The stillness of the night was broken by the sound of iron hitting its iron.
The sounds of screaming and shouting rang among the tangled people poured down overhead like a pile of stars.
Flattered!
Her hometown, which was born in this world and had never escaped by herself, was destroyed in front of hereyes and burned.
Roxana watched the scene quietly.
Perhaps because she took a large number of sedatives and painkillers after a long time, her vision was not clear.
So on the contrary, the sensitive hearing of the intruders has been signaled for retreat.
Before she knew it, the disturbance around her was slowly dying down.
Salang.
Butterflies from the mansion began to return one by one.
"Good job."
Butterflies, who safely played a role in disturbing people using fantasy, flapped their wings as if they were acting cute to Roxana.
What she wanted was the fall of Agriche, not the extermination of the people.
That's why Agriche's troops were almost disbanded and its employees were evacuated from the annex.
Black blood flowed from the inside, perhaps because of the strain on the overused body after a long time.
Her vision was getting dizzy after vomiting blood several times from when she first spreads out the butterflies.
But Roxana didn't close her eyes.
She was obliged to watch the scene before her eyes until the end.
Is Rant Agriche dead?
Seeing that he began to withdraw from Agriche, it seemed obvious that he had achieved his purpose.
Agriche was on fire, and the people of Agriche were now out of place to go.
So is it over?
Is it really over now?
Roxana wiped her bleeding mouth again and stopped.
Whenever she took a step forward, the dry grass beneath withered to death.
The weakened body was not able to withstand the use of this much force.
Even now, the powerful poison that flowed from Roxana's body was overflowing roughly as if it would devour all the lives around her.
It has been quite a long time since the slaughter butterflies were not taken out.
Once they knew the taste of human blood, the slaughter butterfly would run wild even if she was a little wary.
The real reason why she failed her mission with Deon last year was that the German butterfly, which lost control, massacred all the people in the area.
It would have been simple if she had used a German butterfly to kill Rant Agriche as if he were slaughtering livestock.….
It was a pointless stubbornness not to use such a method.
Officially, Agriche acknowledged all evil deeds so far and was punished and destroyed.
Fedelian was there, the role of a righteous judge.
"Sana, sister..."!"
She heard a voice calling for her from afar.
Roxana inadvertently turned her head after the sound. Then Jeremy running toward her came into view.
Shortly after the illusion that had been blocking his way disappeared, Jeremy immediately succeeded in chasing the butterfly and finding Roxana.
The number of casualties was small compared to the size of the damage due to the butterfly from Roxana.
However, Jeremy had to worry about Roxana's condition.
Of course, Roxana never showed him her weak side. But was it a year or two that Jeremy was next to her?
In addition, Jeremy was always keen on Roxana.
Therefore, it was impossible not to know that Roxana's body was not the same as before.
Jeremy was relieved to see Roxana.
Although there was blood on her clothes, she was standing there looking fine.
"Sister, you're here. You're not hurt anywhere, are you?
She was heading somewhere and turned around at Jeremy's call.
"But what are you doing here alone? There's nothing here...…."
When she saw Roxana's face the next moment, Jeremy had no choice but to stop walking.
"What is it…"
Roxana looked the same as usual but obviously looked at him with a different look. Jeremy's face hardened.
A strange feeling suddenly passed by. It was similar to an ominous premonition.
"Sister, where were you going alone?"
But Jeremy didn't know how to express what he felt at that time.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
So he just warmed up my anxious mind and sweetened his lips.
"As if this were the last...…."
As soon as he recited like that, he got a good sense from the back.
Roxana was still staring at Jeremy silently.
The face he faced was telling Jeremy.
The fact that what he said with his mouth was the answer.
"Sister…."
Jeremy finally realized that Roxana was about to abandon Agriche. And the fact that this is exactly what she's been wanting.
No.... Did he really not know?
Having been with Roxana for almost 10 years, he didn't really notice what her wishes were.
It just seemed that Jeremy had nothing to do with it.
Whatever Roxana does from now on, he'll definitely follow in her footsteps.
But...
The moment he looked into Roxana's eyes, he was forced to realize.
"Noona..." Are you going to throw me away, too?"
That she has no intention of taking him.
The two siblings faced each other in the burning Agrize.
Jeremy was looking at Roxana with a face as if he had been stabbed.
Roxana quietly captured the scene in her sight and then laughed.
"I shouldn't have held your hand then."
At first, I was just going to use it.
If so, he should have been cool-headed until the end as he decided to.
No matter how much you whisper sweet words with your mouth and distribute warmth with friendly touches, you should not forget that it was a fake.
But she couldn't do that for some time ago.
"I shouldn't have left you next to me."
Not all the moments we were together were true, but not all of them were false.
Even in this wilderness, where there is no place to put my heart on, it sometimes rains to wet-dry land, and when she was careless, she gave him affection.
"Jeremy."
That's why she didn't want to take him.
"I'm not taking anything from Agriche."
It would be better for them to break up here now.
"So that's it."
Jeremy stood in his seat and listened to her. As if he had lost power, his body was restless, but she couldn't approach or soothe him.
Roxana turned away from the only person she considered a family member except for her mother and her late brother.
Jeremy didn't follow her like that.
"Sister..."
The call from behind almost caught her step, but he stepped more upright as if he had never done so.
"I know older sister never laughed with all your heart."
Jeremy's subsequent voice was certainly familiar to her, but somehow it felt a little different from what she had ever heard.
"If I were to...will you come back if I make Agriche a place where you can laugh?"
Roxana looked back at him for the last time.
Jeremy was seen smaller than before through the fluttering hair.
The fire, which has not yet been extinguished, tingled, creating a deep shadow on Jeremy's face.
So she didn't know what kind of expression he was making.
But she thought it was okay.
Roxana smiled at her poor brother for the last time. Warm, loving, and affectionate as she liked.
Then she turned back again.
She didn't say anything because she couldn't promise anything.
He stepped on the land of Agriche, which had been destroyed, and he was still standing behind him, watching her.
Will there be things that will revive the ruined land in the future?
It is natural for spring to come again even in the land where winter was deep, but this place was not imagined for Roxana because it was just cold and cold even in the warm spring season.
She just wanted to leave this place.
Without thinking, just free and light.
She only lived here for nineteen years at the most, but she felt like she had been tied to too much.
The feeling of escaping from the swamp that had been deeply immersed since birth was very strange.
Not a complete sense of liberation or complete despondency, but an ambiguous feeling remained as sticky as half-melted snow.
Let's.
The white wind that ran like an arrow blurred my vision.
Roxana's body shook for a moment as if she were pushed.
She shouldn't do this here, but she slowly began to lose consciousness.
However, someone accepted her weakly collapsing body.
Roxana couldn't even confirm who it was and closed her eyes.
Before the view was completely flashing, it seemed to have seen a clear golden light shining like a milestone in a snowstorm.