ten minutes.


    For ten minutes, the black haired wizard who was shocked to the stagnation of his mind finally regained his reason, and heard the word spoken by Charlotte with a smile.


    She said... "I";


    Well, what about the front?


    Marriage - am I married or is she married?


    Duke Byrne married, so I married;


    If I get married, who will I marry?


    Marry me


    Then the answer comes out:


    I marry "me"... I marry myself;


    Huh?


    No, no, I have to think again and think about it


    It took another ten minutes for Loren, who was full of flying self and jumping thinking, to finally come out of his fantasies, and his incredible expression woke up a lot.


    "Charlotte, you just said you..."


    "I said... I would marry myself to you." the Countess of red blood Castle repeated it again without changing her face.


    Silent study, as if every scroll of parchment and every decoration were silently responding and watching nervously.


    It seems that there are not only two people here, less than 20 square meters of room; But the center of the stage surrounded by attention and lights.


    "If I don''t hear you clearly, I can repeat it ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times... Until you''re tired of listening." her eyes and calm voice sounded like a knight on the battlefield:


    "But I think you should not ''not hear clearly'', but ''dare not believe'', right?"


    "Duke Byrne... Loren Turin?"


    I


    The black haired wizard with open mouth and round eyes could not say a word or a voice.


    Mentor Dalton, Ruud infinit, Brandon, Asriel... Have played machine front with countless enemies, opponents and friends, and experienced Loren who was speechless or stopped talking countless times


    This is the first time in such a situation, such... Embarrassment.


    "Charlotte, are you... Confused with anger?" hesitated. Loren showed a very reluctantly stiff smile: "do you think my apology is not sincere enough, if not, I can be more..."


    "I''m not angry. On the contrary, I''m calm now for a simple reason... Lauren, I''ve seen you."


    "You are too arrogant, too self righteous and too serious about yourself - so you can''t discuss what you want to do; the only choice is not to give you a choice and force you to obey!"


    In the voice of resolute words, Charlotte with bright eyes pressed step by step, forcing the black haired wizard to step back: "but you still can''t believe it now. Why?"


    "No, no why, I mean..." Loren hurried to explain.


    "What does that mean?"


    Charlotte is still asking.


    "It means... It''s still in war now. Is it appropriate?"


    "Appropriate, why not? Just because the war is imminent, as a duke, you should inspire the morale of the whole principality, arouse everyone''s fighting spirit, and make your ministers and knights more loyal to you."


    "Tell me, what better way to do this than a wedding?"


    "That, that..." the anxious black haired wizard almost said anything: "the Turin family... Yes! What about the Turin family, can they accept it?"


    "You''re not my own brother. What''s unacceptable?" Charlotte snorted coldly:


    "With all due respect, your grandfather Leonardo Turin and father are only distant relatives of the Turin family; it''s not very pleasant to say... You''re almost separated, at most half Turin."


    "Similar situations are common in Byrne''s history, and empires are even more numerous - in order to avoid the fall of kingship, not to mention cousins and collateral relatives, even between biological siblings."


    "But..."


    "Nothing but! During the time you left, I considered all possible negative effects; the conclusion is that even the worst result is not worth mentioning compared with the return!"


    Suddenly looked up, Charlotte again rudely interrupted: "our marriage can prevent the Turin family from terrible division in the future, let your career and inheritance have a legal heir, and let your followers and Byrne''s knights no longer need to consider which Turin to follow..."


    "All these, all these, will create an unprecedented cohesive Byrne and an unprecedented powerful Turin!"


    "So tell me, what''s your problem?" the excited Charlotte, even her shoulders trembling slightly: "what else are you worried about?"


    "I... this..." looking at her almost cannibal eyes, the black haired witch almost blurted out: "does this kind of thing... Have to have a reason or problem?"


    "Of course, and there must be!" Charlotte almost roared, and her voice suddenly became sharp:


    "Up to now, I have lived almost all my life for the revival of the Turin family. I have sacrificed everything I can and paid what I can for this goal!"


    "Now, the distance between this goal and me has never been so close, as far as it seems to be within reach... No!" she shook her head and looked more eager:


    "Not only that, but now I can even surpass this goal and get achievements that even the knight kings of previous dynasties have failed to complete!"


    "Therefore, I will never allow any problems and obstacles to become obstacles to this goal. No matter what problems must be solved - I don''t care. Even if the Azores will invade tomorrow and the Empire will be destroyed, I don''t care!"


    Looking at Charlotte with red eyes, Loren couldn''t convince her at this time.


    Because now even if she broke the sky, she couldn''t change her mind.


    "Charlotte, calm down first. You are too excited now." looking at Charlotte, who is eager to eat people, Loren took a deep breath and tried hard to ease her expression and tone:


    "Well, I''m only back today. Why don''t we all go back and have a rest, relax and wait until a few days..."


    "Impossible!"


    Not surprisingly, Charlotte coldly rejected: "you must promise, and put forward all the problems you can think of now."


    "Bring it up... And then?"


    "Solve it! Destroy it! Defeat it - you are the Lord of Byrne and the leader of the knights, then roar with a long gun and speak with a sword!"


    "What if the problem is myself?" Lauren squeezed out a smile. "I... kill myself?"


    "Then convince yourself, aren''t you the best at this? Or I can!" Charlotte, immersed in her dream, didn''t politely say to him: "come on, what''s your problem?"


    I... I said I was a child, okay?!


    Lauren didn''t dare say it.


    But now he urgently needs a reason to pull Charlotte back, who is about to be oppressed to death by her dream; Let her return to the rational and calm Countess of red blood castle.


    But for what reason... Especially on yourself?


    "In fact, you don''t have to be so embarrassed, I know."


    Charlotte suddenly lowered her voice, with a slight tremor in her words.


    "In fact, before you came back from Boyle, I heard about it - Sarika Jonah, the shapeless and debauchery machete Archduke; I know you fought side by side on the battlefield and trusted each other very much, didn''t you?"


    Huh?


    This time Loren was really stunned.


    "And the one from the ancient wood forest, which is said to be an elf war dancer named Leia. Bishop Anson told me that you two are very close. She left the forest alone and went to eboden to meet you... Such feelings should not be just comrades in arms..."


    The calm tone was mixed in Charlotte''s deep breathing again and again: "and the one many years ago... Ah, I remember, Ariel of the corona family; she is the child of your second mentor and has helped you again and again. I think she must have come back with you after the destruction of eboden?"


    "No... Charlotte, I find you seem to have misunderstood something..."


    "I didn''t misunderstand anything!"


    Rudely interrupted him, and the countess with a fierce meal resumed her gentle tone: "I mean... I can understand your dilemma, and I can understand that compared with these distinctive... The existence of a sculpture puppet like me is simply unattractive!"


    "You are embarrassed because you are afraid that this will hurt me, just as you hide from me again and again because you are afraid that I am worried; but this time I want to tell you that you don''t have to worry about all this."


    Close the corners of her mouth, Charlotte''s chest fluctuated violently: "I don''t need you to be responsible for me, I don''t need your loyalty - you don''t need to think about anything except a name; if necessary, I can even hide it for you!"


    "All the responsibilities and obligations are handed over to me. If something happens, I will bear it - I don''t even need you to tell me you love me like the black Duke told the Dragon Queen!"


    "Do you understand?"


    She suddenly raised her head, and there was more water color in her eyes.


    Resentment, determination, anger, grievance


    How many emotions are there... Loren doesn''t know.


    Probably no one in the world will know.


    But Loren finally figured out one thing, that is why... She and Charlotte can''t understand each other.


    For himself, the surname Turin and the title of Duke are probably the same things as property and real estate - this is his castle, his country, his territory and power; With all this, he can continue to do what he wants to do.


    But for Charlotte, it''s completely different.


    Byrne, Turin, these... Are not her wealth, but her faith.


    Like those crazy believers in history, she tirelessly pursues the promotion of faith, and is eager to contribute, pay and even sacrifice for faith.


    She doesn''t care about the process, as long as the result, even if the result has to pay more than she can bear.


    She is so eager to sacrifice herself to the "Byrne of Turin" and get spiritual sublimation.


    To put it more simply, she took these things too seriously.


    "Byrne, Turin... These are all I have. When I can finally see the return after struggling all my life, I will never let this hope leave me!"


    Choking, Charlotte raised her proud, swan like neck: "so tell me, what else do you need me to promise you, I will promise!"


    "I... I''m ready, you know?"


    The room quieted down.


    Charlotte stared at the dark haired wizard''s face and waited nervously for an answer.


    Lauren, who looked at her, took a deep breath.


    "I understand, i... no, I don''t understand." the black haired wizard who shook his head and stared at a pair of disappointed and painful eyes bit his teeth:


    "I don''t understand... What do you think of yourself, what do you think you are - a living person or a sacrifice?"


    "My surname is Turin, and I will dedicate to this surname and bear all its costs!" Charlotte said coldly: "this is the most noble sacrifice spirit of Byrne people!"


    "It''s not sacrifice, it''s self righteous!" Lauren, who is also no longer calm, fiercely retorted: "you just think it''s OK to do so. As long as you pay, you''ll be dedicated, right?!"


    "What''s the difference between this and the guy who keeps ordering on the battlefield and rushes to the enemy?"


    "Otherwise, I''m a woman. What else can I do?"


    "You are a woman, but you can''t just be a woman. You have to be Charlotte Turin!"


    "I don''t understand!"


    "Of course you don''t understand. How can you, who is eager to die immediately, understand?"


    "What do you know?"


    "I know you still have a choice. You don''t have no way out, let alone being forced. No one forces you in various ways to lure you to do this and that, forcing you to escape from death again and again!" clenched his fist and Lauren roared out:


    "If I knew this in the past few years, can you understand how much I would envy? I''m almost envious now!"


    "I took this road for freedom and choice, but I didn''t have a choice. I was forced to go again and again - can you understand what it''s like to see another person who has so many choices but throws them away?"


    Charlotte was stunned and looked at the black haired wizard who had suddenly changed in front of her.


    Maybe it''s because there''s no way back, maybe it''s because Loren, who has completely torn his face and no longer practises fraud, is also hysterical:


    "First of all, find out one thing - Charlotte, you are my friend, so I''m not pitying you, but angry - your performance today is simply impolite. I really don''t believe you are the same as you were three years ago!"


    "You are the Countess of red blood castle, the leader of the Turin family, the blood relative of the black Duke, Charlotte Turin! You... Not me, you have the right to choose!"


    "So say out loud, who is the person you really love, not the one who wants you to sacrifice yourself?!"


    "You --!!"