Gradually, the monsters retreated. At this point, Jerem had already dismounted, quietly watching the scene with tears sliding down his face. This was his ancestor, the second son of the then Earl of Anglas. A month after that battle, his ancestor had died of illness, and his lineage permanently acquired the Blackheart Fief.
Faced with such a scene, the other warriors couldn't help but sob. That was their glory, the glory of their ancestors.
Aflra frowned, however, not expecting a temporal node to appear here, hoping that nothing too troublesome would emerge from it.
Unconsciously, the scene disappeared, and the sky was already beginning to brighten. They found the already deceased old soldier with a limp and several young men, their faces covered with white frost, yet with eerie smiles on their lips, sending chills down one's spine.
"Who's there?" Aflra suddenly turned her head towards the forest, drew her sword, and walked in that direction. Two knights looked at each other, also drew their swords, and followed her.
Blue smoke curled, and sparks bloomed as the flames, like a spirited snake, surged towards the back of the trees in the forest.
"Sister, don't, it's me." From behind a large tree, Avril leaped out. At this moment, she had already taken off her gorgeous gown and changed into a neat, form-fitting outfit. Her loose long hair was tied up, with a short bow on her back and a short sword at her waist, looking like a tomboy.
"Why are you here?" Aflra sheathed her steel-chopping sword.
Avril flashed her bright eyes. "I followed you!"
Aflra playfully tapped her forehead. "You're quite bold; luckily nothing happened to you."
These two knights also recognized this wild girl, after all, she had made their young boys cry several times. But they didn't blame her; in a knight's family, children fighting was common, and it's embarrassing to talk about. If you got beaten by someone else's boy, you could toughen up and fight back after some training; but if you got beaten by a girl, even winning wasn't something to be proud of.
However, such a unique and beautiful girl was unforgettable. In the middle of the night, if you encountered a beast or a monster, you would be stripped of your skin even if you didn't die, and it's even more admirable that this girl dared to follow.
"Isn't this young Avril? Aren't you afraid of getting beaten up if you come out like this?" one of the knights teased.
Avril raised her chin. "Not at all, they can't catch me."
For this little daughter, the tavern owner had also been worried. The tough madam often chased after her with a loaf of bread, causing chaos all the way, but Avril, like a little monkey, couldn't be hit no matter how hard she was chased, which made her cry out in anger. This was also a spectacle in the market.
At this moment, Jerem came over, glanced at Avril, although surprised, he didn't say anything and asked Aflra, "Miss Aflra, do you know what's going on? Is it an ancestor's spirit manifesting?"
Aflra explained, "Not at all, these are images projected by the manifestation of a temporal node, there is no special meaning."
Although a bit dissatisfied with Aflra's answer, Jerem didn't say anything. He would publicize according to his thoughts, now he should be concerned about whether this had any other impact. "So, is there any harm?"
"Not sure, it depends on whether anything has come out of it. If there is, then the problem is big."
Aflra didn't see that when she said this, Avril unconsciously pulled down her sleeves a bit.
After being delayed here for a day, the team set off. This time the team expanded, with four carriages and two oxcarts added, and the accompanying personnel increased to 50 people. After walking more than ten kilometers, Aflra suddenly kicked with her feet in the carriage, making a bang. "Okay, come out, hiding under there for so long, aren't you tired?"
A small head came out from under the seat, who else could it be but Avril. She smiled awkwardly. "Sister, how did you find out?"
Aflra said angrily, "Your heart is beating like thunder, do you think I'm deaf?"
Avril touched her flat chest, puzzled and looked at Aflra. "It's not that loud."
In the evening, when the caravan stopped to rest, the coachman looked at the suddenly appeared Avril with a dazed face. She was a witch, and she had the ability to make herself appear out of thin air. Obviously, he had confused witches with magicians.
In the evening, Avril entangled Aflra to sleep with her, and Aflra reluctantly agreed. Avril, who had succeeded in her plan, smiled slightly, thinking in her heart: A rational witch should not be very powerful, and it is the best delicacy.
But she didn't notice that the moment she turned her head, Aflra's eyes showed an interested look, and she whispered to herself: "Is it a nightmare?"
In the dream, in the cold and damp alley, Aflra hopped over those ditches. The moment she walked out of the alley, Avril appeared in front of Aflra with her head down. Avril hugged Aflra without saying a word, and her cold hands climbed up her waist.
"Avril, why are you here?"
Avril raised her head, her empty eye sockets flowing with bright red blood. Her voice was devoid of any emotional fluctuations: "Sister - Sister -"
However, Aflra's reaction was unexpected, showing a foolish smile directly: "Avril, how come your eyes are gone, did I accidentally eat them?"
While talking, she drooled, dripping on Avril's forehead. Avril felt a bit shaky, and a lightning struck, in the rumbling thunder, she found that she was hugging not Aflra, but a tall devil. Her hair was floating in the air, her cheekbones were protruding, pulling the skin tightly, and her whole face was like glued.
The devil smiled, revealing serrated sharp teeth like a blade, with blood flowing from the gaps between her teeth. She reached out her hand, which was a hand with thick knuckles, half a foot long, with sharp and curved nails like a knife, slightly scratching her scalp, combing her hair.
The cold wind blew from the back of her neck into her sleeves, and there was a sound of breathing behind her. A voice came from behind Avril's ear: "What's wrong, little slippery head, answer me!"
Avril stiffly turned her head and saw Aflra's pale face like a dead person on her shoulder, talking to her.
"Ah!"
Avril, who was sleeping, shuddered and sat up in shock. Aflra, lying next to her, also sat up and held her in her arms, carefully comforting: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a nightmare."
Outside the tent, a soldier's voice came: "Master Aflra, what's wrong?"
Aflra replied loudly: "Nothing, it's just that Avril had a nightmare."
After that, Aflra lay down with Avril in her arms, and said with a smile: "Just now, my sister also had a nightmare. My sister dreamed that Avril's beautiful eyes were gone, and I was scared to look for them everywhere. Fortunately, it was just a nightmare."
Avril's body was stiff.