Monday, August 14th.

Hevin was watering an ash sapling not far from the gate.

Hewen raised her head and looked out the door through the gap in the wall covered with vines. There was a faint pale figure wandering nearby. She seemed to be hesitating whether to knock on the door.

The witcher put down the kettle in his hand, walked to the gate, opened the iron grille door, and invited:

"Why don't you come in and sit down?"

Enid nodded.

Hewen walked back, and the white-haired knight followed him silently.

Halla was sitting on a chair reading a novel about knights and princesses. The moment she saw her, Enid seemed to smile, but she soon regained her composure, as if the smile just now was just an illusion.

Hevin did not ask Tanya to prepare tea, but motioned for Enid to wait here, then walked into the basement alone and stood in front of his closet for a while.

He thought for a moment between the spirit and the mead, and finally took out the spirit and two glasses.

Hewen walked back to the living room without saying a word, placed the wine glasses in front of the two of them, and filled them with Heller's Gin.

After seeing Hevin's actions, Halla quietly slipped back into the room. Now only Hevin and Enid were left here.

Hevin raised his glass and looked at Enid.

The girl raised her wine glass awkwardly, clinked the glass with He Wen, and then imitated He Wen's example and poured wine into her mouth.

"Wow!" Enid exclaimed cheerfully.

She had never felt such a strong stimulation, and her eyes narrowed hazily.

"Grrrrrrrrrr." Enid swallowed the whole glass of wine and let out a long breath, "Huh!"

Hevin also swallowed the wine in the glass, then picked up the wine bottle, first filled it for himself, and then looked at Enid.

The girl gave her an affirmative look.

Enid drank another glass of wine.

Hewen asked:

"What's wrong?"

The girl shook her head and said with a smile:

"Remember the conversation we had before? At that time you told me that it was part of me, so I accepted it. It was a power that belonged to me from the beginning."

Enid's left eye glowed strangely:

"I've never felt so good."

Hewen smiled and shook his head:

"Of course, everyone likes the feeling of giving up."

Enid frowned:

"What do you mean?"

Hewen said:

"Indulging in power, succumbing to fear, and giving up on past efforts are nothing more simple and wonderful than anything else."

Enid said unhappily:

"I didn't give in to anything, I just took hold of the power I was afraid of before."

Hevin tapped Enid's breastplate with his fingers and made a crisp sound:

"No, you didn't hold it, it held you. Dependence is not control."

Enid looked disappointed and stood up to leave:

"I thought we were friends, I thought you could understand me."

Hevin refilled Enid's glass:

"Of course I understand you. If I didn't understand you, why wouldn't you dare to listen, and why would you want to get up and run away."

Enid sat down again, looked into Hevin's eyes, and said word by word:

"I'm not running away. I'm not afraid of anything."

Hewen chuckled:

"Even the bravest warrior I have ever seen is afraid of something, but he can overcome his fear, but it seems that you can't."

Enid's voice turned cold:

"You shouldn't provoke the Dragon King."

The fallen wings continued to expand along with Enid's words, starting from the shoulders and gradually covering Enid's original armor, making it extremely ferocious.

Spiral-shaped sharp steel spines grow on the outside of the armor, using its terrifying appearance to warn others not to approach.

The hedgehog's spiked armor has always been used to protect itself.

"The Fallen Wings are a weapon to kill dragons, not a petri dish to create dragons. It's a ridiculous and stupid transformation."

All Enid heard was the words ridiculous and stupid, so she put her right hand toward Hevin's throat.

When Hewen's Adam's apple was only ten centimeters in the claw, he suddenly asked:

"are we friends?"

Enid stopped moving and opened her mouth slightly.

What on earth is she doing!

"Haven, I, I don't know, run quickly, take Ha La, hurry up." Enid's expression showed a brief struggle and pain, "I don't know what I am, my blood is boiling

, it’s telling me..."

Enid's expression gradually returned to calm:

"Everyone who resists the Dragon King should be punished, and I will punish you with death."

The white turbid substance slowly but firmly covered Enid's entire right eye, and began to slowly penetrate into the left eye.

Enid continued to hold out metal gloves shaped like claws at Hevin.

There was endless sadness in the girl's slightly clear left eye, and moist, transparent water droplets streaked across her cheek.

Her own consciousness had begun to blur, but was extremely clear.

It's not that the White Dragon King has replaced her, but that the White Dragon King is slowly integrating with her.

Vortigern is devouring and occupying her soul.

Her original memories have been pushed to the most insignificant place in her mind. She can't even remember her parents or her own name.

But she could vaguely remember the person in front of her, who seemed to be her friend?

Or her enemy?

But she probably knew that she would be extremely sad and guilty because of this person's death, but she...

but……

But to the supreme White Dragon King, an insect being crushed to death is nothing more than a trivial matter in her daily life.

She is evil itself, the nightmare entity, the master of fear, the king of dragons.

The weak gods would avoid her when they saw her, and the red dragon's father would bow his head in front of her. Half of the territory of Obelia continent was once ruled by her.

Her roar can silence all things, her flames can shame volcanoes, her breath can make winter come, and her eyes can kill mortals.

Enid looked at Hevin, he was just a rude insect, she would tear him into pieces, swallow him in her mouth, and then take back her own throne.

Hevin took a sip of wine.

When Hewen saw the girl today, he discovered something extremely terrible.

Someone modified the Fallen Wing and attempted to use it to create a white dragon.

It's like carving the stars in the sky as if they were ordinary rocks.

This is undoubtedly a failed transformation. It failed to create a giant dragon, but it summoned a giant dragon.

The second most evil dragon in the world.

White Dragon Votigeng.

The evil king's power and part of his soul have merged with the Fallen Wings, and have been deeply rooted in Enid's body.

Even King Arthur himself could only barely pull the Fallen Wings away from Enid here, but the girl would be as weak as if her entire body had been pulled out, and her lifespan would be limited to a few years.

And now in England, no one can separate the Fallen Wings without killing Enid.
Chapter completed!