One day, they had afternoon tea in the tower.

"It's better to let them go back to their homes, Your Highness," Constance suggested. "Those superficial races are not happy in the Dreamland. They are discriminated against and considered dirty aliens. If you let them return to their homes, they will definitely live more freely."

Karan looked at his fiancé gently: "You're right, Connor."

Siouville said coldly: "Has no one asked me for my opinion?"

Karan looked at him in surprise: "Don't you want to go back?"

Siouville was silent.

certainly.

Of course he wants to go back.

He also took it for granted that he wanted to live freely with his family.

"I want to go back after your wedding," Siouville said calmly.

The princess agreed.

After drinking afternoon tea, she went out for a walk with Constance.

Siouville recalled the path they had walked, entering the dense forest, looking for the witch who cured the princess.

The birds pecked him, the roses thorned him, and the squirrels threw nuts at him.

But none of them could stop him.

He walked until his feet were blistered and bleeding, and he didn't stop.

Finally he finally arrived at what was originally a candy house.

Only an ordinary wooden cabin is left here.

"Dongdongdongdongdong." Siouville knocked on the door, "Is the witch here?"

The witch in black robe opened the door and she looked sleepy.

"It's so late, who's coming to me?"

She saw the appearance of Siouville clearly and was a little surprised: "Ah, it's you, the princess's servant! What's wrong, is she finally dead?"

Siouville wanted to find the witch to get a deadly poison, and then put it in the wine of the wedding banquet to trick the princess into drinking it.

But he didn't expect that the first sentence of the witch was actually this.

"She didn't..." Siouville frowned, "Why do you think she'll die? Didn't you cure her?"

The witch snorted.

She could see the man's hatred for the princess.

"I am not a godmother of the gods, how could I 'cure' her?" The witch Rebecca wrapped her chest sarcastically, sounding very vicious. "I just took away her sick heart."

The heart is no longer connected to the princess' bloodline, so of course she can't feel the pain.

But once the heart dies, she will still die.

The witch suddenly grabbed the door frame and said hysterically: "Her father abandoned me! He also sent someone to kill my child! I want him to taste this pain too! But he is dead now... It's a pity that he can't see his little princess tragically die."

As the witch talked, her voice became low and boring again.

She hurriedly closed the door, and when Shiovil looked at her for the last moment, she seemed to cry.

"Wait, where have you hidden the princess' heart?" Siouville knocked hard on the door.

The witch giggled in the wooden house and ignored him.

Siouville kept knocking until his hands started bleeding, and did not stop.

It's late at night.

The beasts surrounded them.

The wolf's eyes shine in the dark, and the fluorescent green exudes a bloodthirsty breath.

Siouville shot and killed one.

The entire pack of wolves was irritated, and they rushed from all directions, trying to tear him apart with their sharp claws.

The witch had no intention of opening the door to save him.

Siouville felt that he would die here.

Just as he was about to give up resistance, a clear light suddenly appeared in his chest.

It was a beautiful, gold-like color.

Its halo was as vivid as a heartbeat, and it emerged in circles, forcing the nearby wolves to retreat.

All night, it was motivating so hard.

All the fangs, all the claws, and all the malice in the darkness could not harm Siouville at all.

At dawn, the wolves finally scattered exhausted.

The clear light gradually dimmed. It was exhausted and tried hard to jump again, but it could no longer do it.

It quietly extinguished in Siouville's chest.

Siouville returned to the palace as usual.

There was a lot of crying here.

He was confused, and at the same time he felt a little shocked.

He couldn't tell the feeling clearly.

Something terrible happened.

"The princess passed away."

"She died quietly in her sleep."

"When I went to see her in the morning, there was still a smile on her face."

Siouville heard these from the maid's words.

He couldn't believe it.

He wants to go and see it in person.

How could the princess who was still alive yesterday talking about going on a horse-riding walk with Constance died quietly overnight?

Siouville walked to the tower.

The tower was fenced.

The ministers were all staying under the tower, and the princess's fiancé cried while holding her body.

Siouville took advantage of everyone's attention and lifted the white cloth covering the princess.

Her face was rosy, as if she had just fallen asleep.

There was a place where her chest was deflated, which was the hollowness of her heart.

ah.

So that's it.

Suddenly, Siouville understood everything.

The princess's heart has always been on him!

When he was in danger, he tried his best to beat him until the moment he died!

Siouville felt something wet on her face.

It's so strange.

The weather was clear and there was no rain.

He touched his eyes and found himself crying.

"You can return to your hometown." Someone said to him.

He didn't care at all.

Because it was not until the moment when the princess died that he realized that he could no longer live without her.

After his wife and children returned to their hometown, he remained in the palace, planting roses year after year, and then laying a branch on the princess' tombstone every day.

Everyone in the world thinks that Princess Karan is a wasteland-absolute and cruel ruler.

She enslaved countless superficial races and regarded them as slaves.

It was not until she died that these poor people returned to their hometown.

But even so, her tombstone still says-

"The people buried here have a pure and kind heart as gold."

Siouville is sure of this.
To be continued...