A dazzling light swept from the top of the light tower to the entire academy with the message of victory.
But the victory at this moment did not arouse the inner excitement of Issel and Wilson.
The two silently left the empty tower top and returned to the hall. They looked at the sleeping body, their eyes trembling slightly, and they used the wind in their hands to make their postures appear decent.
But as he acted silently, something in his heart collapsed. The emotions that were repelled by the dean's strong sense of oppression were flowing back crazily, until he placed the last body of the person.
Biting her lip hard, blood flowed down and she said with a trembling voice
"Professor, we lost..."
Looking back at the blood on the corner of Iser's mouth under his calm face, and looking at the duplicitous young man in front of him, Wilson fell into silence.
The moment he actually witnessed Teller dissipate due to the restart of the academy's formation, he understood that they, as pawns in this game, were just like the miserable mermaid tribe. To the top leaders of both sides, they were just numbers.
It's just part of the dean's plan.
For the ultimate! noble purpose! all sacrifices are necessary.
The Academy and Demolition are actually highly consistent on some levels. They are both waiting for the evil god to come, and they are both willingly sacrificing the chips they have prepared in their hands.
And as bargaining chips, what kind of victory can they have?
Once again, I recalled the words about the Fifth Era in the prophecy and discovered that it turns out that the phrase "when the light tower is no longer an absolute shelter" refers to more than just strength...
He patted his body and sat next to the stone pillar where Teller fell after killing [Lover], but did not take Iser's words.
"What did you think of Teller at the end?"
But this unexpected reply made a bitter smile appear on Iser's face. Teller always liked this when talking about it, and the preface and the follower were inconsistent.
"He is an unpredictable person, who knows..."
"He is an idealist. I think he is imagining the dream world..."
A tear slipped from the corner of Iser's eye, but he couldn't help but chuckle. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the mystery with the sudden overflow of sadness.
"Maybe..."
Wilson also raised his head against the stone pillar, staring at the ceiling and rubbing the monocle in his hand.
In silence, the two of them calmed down their increasingly violent emotions, until the sound of rapid footsteps and Karin's panicked voice came from outside the door.
"Wendy-sama! Wendy-sama!"
One hand firmly grasped the door frame, and Wendy's body was suddenly pulled out of the mystery fog. Her panic eyes were stunned when she saw Wilson and Isel's success, and her heartbeat slowed down a beat at this moment.<
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His eyes flickered, and he glanced anxiously at the corpses around him, calmed down the shaking body slightly, and asked with a wry smile
"Where's the Teller? Where has he gone?"
But at this moment, in the empty space, no one gave her an answer to this simple question, and the only response was silence.
Impossible.. His body is not here.. Impossible..
He continued to ask with a little panic
"Where has he gone? Has he been sent to the school hospital? Professor?! Iser?!"
Her fingertips continued to tremble until she felt dizzy, unable to support her body and fell forward, only to be supported by Karin.
"Ms. Wendy..."
"You guys talk...even if he dies...at least let me see him one last time...he is my only brother."
Wilson turned back to look in Wendy's direction, bit his lips and slowly closed his eyes and said calmly
"His body is no longer there..."
The sound of tinnitus covered all her thoughts, and Wendy took off all the strength from her body, letting her thoughts and body collapse at will, letting chaos fill her brain, and letting herself fall into an overloaded sleep...
.....................
"That's Terrell's closet over there."
Wilson opened the door, pointed to the side by the window and said.
When Wendy walked into the room, she immediately saw the gear rose on the bedside table. Her eyes flashed and she walked over quickly. She wiped away the scattered tears while squatting down. Something in her heart gradually began to grow at this moment.
Rolling, a little choked.
"Professor, please go to the living room and rest first. I will collect your things. It may take some time."
Wilson looked at Wendy's back without saying anything, walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.
Wendy slammed her head against the cabinet, grabbed a corner of the table and slowly dropped it.
"I'm sorry...Trel...I'm sorry...I couldn't take you home...I'm sorry..."
.............
Wilson quietly leaned on the sofa and stared blankly at the sunshine outside the window, letting time pass silently until the door opened again at dusk.
"I'm sorry, I lost my temper."
Wilson smiled, shook his head and said it was okay, then asked
"What are your plans after the academy is dismissed?"
He took a deep breath, gently touched the gear on the rose in his hand and said calmly
"Go home..."
But this answer swallowed back what Wilson wanted to say next, and he simply rubbed his fingertips and sighed.
"Have you packed up? It's almost time for us to leave."
As he said that, he stood up and walked towards the door, but was stopped by Wendy again.
"Professor! What are you planning? I heard that you resigned from your position as professor! Why? And what about Iser?"
Sighed slightly.
"I just want to be a teacher. Now that the college has dismissed me, I will be free. As for Isel, he should be on his way back to China."
Wendy's eyes flickered but she did not believe Wilson's words, because even if it was the subjective situation described by Wilson, the college would never let him go easily at this time. And she knew what Wilson and the others really wanted to do. "Professor Wilson, I join Ethereal Flower!"
With that said, she handed over the invitation letter she received from Ai Rui a long time ago.
But Wilson just glanced back and said coldly
"That was an invitation from Terrell to you, but he is dead now, so the invitation is invalid...and everything is over."
Wendy's fingertips trembled slightly. She took a sharp breath and instantly suppressed the restlessness in her heart. She put away her aggressive gaze. Although she understood Wilson's intention, she didn't want to say anything. She just raised it silently.
The box followed the professor through the college and took the elevator to the access platform.
However, there are no longer any numbered college trains on the platform at this moment. What comes into view is a huge steamship docked at the edge of the platform.
Karin approached and took Wendy's luggage, noticing Wendy's indifference to Wilson and only bowed slightly before leaving in a hurry.
But at this moment, Ari slowly poked his figure out of the shadows.
"Aren't we here to invite her? Professor."
Welsh smiled and shook his head, looking at the giant ship that was gradually receding with the roar.
"I think this is the ending that Trailer really expected."