Huh? Are they all real?.

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There was a truly great person in this place who gave everything for a vase.

Therefore, this manor has remained vacant to this day.

Just like in the beginning, no one knew who the owner of the manor was, nor had anyone seen anyone enter or leave the manor.

Anyone who wants to take over this manor.

Then he will certainly receive a stern warning immediately.

Some nearby residents even swore that an earl was thrown into a stinking sewer in the middle of the night because he wanted to acquire the manor.

The manor seemed to be under some kind of spell, remaining unchanged.

It will remain unchanged even without any maintenance.

There wasn't even a speck of dust.

Today, the gates of the long-sealed manor were opened.

The owner of this place, or rather the former owner, has finally returned here after twenty years.

Even if today is not a rare double-moon day, the stars and moon in the sky and the lights on the ground are enough to illuminate everything here.

Looking at the manor, which has remained unchanged.

Moen let out a long sigh of relief.

This is the end of the game, and the beginning of everything.

I drew a perfect yet imperfect period here, and then drew back the greatest curtain in history.

Following her memory, Moen walked to the center of the courtyard.

It was right here that I allowed my poor student to pierce my heart with his own destined death.

I remember that the instant she plunged the dagger in, she reacted and desperately tried to pull it out.

But he stopped her.

He pressed her hand down and stabbed the dagger even deeper.

At the time, all I could think about was the perfect ending to another great drama.

But now think about it.

I was really being inhuman.

I can say that I have lived up to everyone here and to the whole world.

But I feel sorry for them the most.

Moen gently crouched down and stroked the stone slab beneath his feet.

Moen even felt that he could still feel the lingering warmth of the blood that had dripped from the dagger back then, and the cold tears that kept sliding down the girl's cheeks.

The moment he realized this, Moen quickly withdrew his hand.

After I got up, everything seemed to disappear again.

Looking at the fingertips that showed no trace, Moen fell silent.

He thought of his good friend, King Turin.

However, a moment later, Moen breathed a sigh of relief.

His friend, King Torino, had left as a warrior.

But Ansa is still here.

I'm still here.

This is the greatest fortune.

Looking up at the sky, the moonlight was perfect, the only regret being that the moon wasn't full, just a crescent.

As he looked at it, Moen raised his eyebrows slightly.

He noticed a problem he had never paid attention to before—the starry sky in this world was not the real starry sky.

The moon is the same, so why does it also have phases like the moon outside?

This question may be meaningless to people in this world, because the moon has always been the same.

But for Moen, an outsider, this was a very strange problem.

Moreover, even his identity and experiences couldn't provide a reasonable explanation in a short time.

Just then, a voice abruptly interrupted Moen's reverie.

"teacher?"

The voice, though timid, was filled with longing.

Moen slowly looked back, and the young queen stood blankly behind him. Dressed in a white dress, she looked more like a dreamlike elf bathed in the gentle embrace of the moonlight.

This is a place that no one is allowed to set foot in, and it is a forbidden area that even the Empress herself dares not come back to.

Even so, the Empress kept a close eye on the place, gazing intently with a mixture of fear and determination.

This has been the case for the past twenty years.

Because whenever she couldn't bear the inner torment and wanted to give up everything.

She would force herself to look at this place, to remind herself of how much her teacher had sacrificed for her.

So when Moen stepped into this place again.

The young empress immediately realized that someone had broken in.

But she didn't dare to come over immediately.

Previously, anyone who dared to lay a finger on her would immediately receive a warning from her. But now, someone has broken in, and she no longer has the courage to come over.

Because she knew very well that the person who broke in must be her teacher.

She was just afraid that she was wrong.

Having experienced loss, she is exceptionally sensitive to all of this.

Fortunately, Yuan Chu didn't play another cruel joke on her.

Even though Moen didn't answer, even though Moen just turned his body away.

The young princess knew she had finally found her teacher.

"teacher!"

At this moment, the moon spirit descended to the mortal realm.

The princess stumbled into Moen's arms.

She held Moen tightly, as if afraid he would disappear again.

Moen wanted to say something more.

But as soon as Ansa threw herself into his arms, the princess burst into tears:

"Teacher, you've gone too far!"

“You left me here alone for twenty years, and I have to think about that moment every night.”

"Teacher, do you know how many times I've dreamed about that night over the years, dreaming that I've plunged the dagger into your heart again?"

"And you even took away my right to give up; you made me bear all of this!"

"Teacher, you've gone too far!"

A few words spoken in a tearful voice left Moen speechless.

I have done everything I could for this country.

He reorganized the army, reformed the land, adjusted the system, and even in the end, he led a group of true warlords and rebels to their deaths that night.

Greed, ruthlessness, and strength—these were the criteria Moen used to select allies.

Because from the very beginning, they were meant to be eliminated, and following him to the very end was the grave that Moen had chosen for them and for himself.

Even Moen told them all of this at the very beginning.

However, it seems no one believes it.

However, for the girl who threw herself into his arms and cried like a child, this was a different story.

I've gone a bit too far.

Amidst a thousand words, Moen slowly raised his hand and carefully embraced this fragile treasure.

"Sorry, and also, I'm back."

This shouldn't have been enough, but for the princess who had been lost and found, this short sentence was enough.

Where the Queen lost the Duke, the princess found her teacher again.

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Chapter 137 Teacher, who is that girl? (3k)

The princess clung tightly to her teacher and cried for a very long time.

By the time Moen felt his legs were about to go numb from standing.

The princess carefully released him.

Even so, the princess still held tightly to one of his hands.

Looking at Ansa, who was as timid and fearful as a frightened little animal.

Moen lost all interest in anything else; all that remained was guilt.

Is there anything else you want to say to me?

Ansa looked up at Moen, nodded, and then shook her head.

Moen knew what she meant.

She had so much to say to herself, but she no longer needed to.

Because I'm back.