Really.

There seems to be more than a simple hatred and stance between the Lord of the Mists and the Primordial Dragon.

Now it seems that they are from the same place as themselves. Then maybe many years ago, there was a special experience between the two.

Partner or lover?

"Why did he kill you? I think he should have seen through your identity, too. Ophelia asked again.

Roger shrugged his shoulders, completely relaxed at this point, and with his strength, there was no room for resistance in the face of either of the two.

"Maybe it's because I beat him by playing cards." Roger said with a smile.

"That's it?" Ophelia's smooth movements were abruptly interrupted, and she looked at Roger strangely.

"So we're just a normal hand between us?" Roger gestured, "You won't want to kill like him after losing, will you?" ”

Ophelia obviously couldn't link the win or loss of the Gwent card with life and death, and took the card in his hand and froze in place for a while.

"A little joke." Roger explains, "But at the time, my life and death were really tied to winning or losing Gwente. ”

Then Roger briefly recounted what had happened.

"We are from the same place, but we have a disagreement about going back." Roger stared into Ophelia's eyes, as if trying to catch a hint of emotion in her amber pupils.

But he was disappointed.

"You don't want to go home?" Ophelia asked rhetorically.

"This is my home."

"I don't have many memories of that world, and I don't even know if those memories actually happened."

"And what about you, and what is your position?" Roger then asked rhetorically.

"Like Nasero, we came here for the sole purpose of saving a world from the brink of ruin, and in fact we were close to succeeding."

"Having mastered the origin of the entire plane, if you can bring it back, then maybe you can barely make that world work."

"What happened next?" Roger asked.

"I'm not like Nasero, the dragons have a long life, they are withdrawn by nature, and they don't really care about the reproduction of the entire race."

"I have a noble status and wanted to save my people and the world at first, but you know what, young demon hunters."

"Time is our worst enemy, our most terrible weapon."

Ophelia sighed.

"I became more and more tired during the long chase and what scared me even more was that the faces in my memory began to blur. Slowly, my desire to go home became less and less. ”

"Something similar happened to Nasero, but his personal emotions were stronger, and the mission he had on was much more arduous than mine, so naturally his desire to go home was more urgent."

"The world has nothing to do with him, but he wants to save his relatives and his kingdom."

"That's when we came together."

Ophelia smiled, but there was no remembrance in her smile, "It turns out that there was no so-called relationship between us at that time, and even those faces, stories and pictures in our memories were actually just an obsession." ”

"Two souls who are also lonely leaning together, trying to find each other's strength to support, but unfortunately I was the first to give up at that time."

"I've made the most important decision I want to stay here, to keep the power I have in my hands, and to keep this plane running."

"At the same time, I also hope that Nacello can be like me, after all, without him, the whole plane will not be so complete, and the defects planted at this time will definitely ferment one day in the future."

"I betrayed my world."

"Since it's no longer a place to live, and I have a chance to leave, why don't I make a selfish choice?"

Roger saw the change in mood in Ophelia's eyes, and this sentence was not for Roger.

It's herself.

"So there was a disagreement between you, and then there was a war between you?" Roger still felt a little strange.

He could imagine the mood of the Lord of the Mists at that time, but it didn't seem to be enough to justify the war between the two sides, and he took ten thousand steps back and said that the most urgent thing in front of him should be to return to the original world and make up for the broken power he would gain there.

But the Lord of the Mists chose to stay here, which was obviously extremely unusual.

"It's not that simple."

Ophelia put down her cards, and it was clear that no one was paying attention to the Gwent cards on the table.

"He told me he needed time to think about it."

Ophelia continued.

"In fact, I was struggling at the time, so I agreed, because the longer it dragged on, the better the chance that Sero would have to change his decision."

"Until one day later, he came to me again, and he told me that he still couldn't give up the obsession in his heart, but he also felt guilty for his faint escape."

"I understand how he feels, because that is tantamount to betraying his past and giving up on the people he loves and everything."

"So he told me that he hoped I could help him get rid of this emotion, forget everything in the past, and start over here."

A hint of regret flashed in Ophelia's eyes.

"And that's where it all began."

"What happened?" Roger asked curiously.

"You've been to his personal world, you've seen the dead city, I don't know if you've noticed that in the back garden of the castle, there's a nondescript cemetery......"

"I know." Roger took a deep breath.

"There are a few tombstones in the cemetery, but they are all engraved with a name."

"It's Nasero's name!"

Ophelia reveals the secret.

"He killed himself......"

"No, it should be me, I killed him."

It seemed to be lost in memory, and it took Ophelia a moment to come back to her senses.

"Where? Oh, by the way, that ritual, the one that Sero asked me to prepare for him. ”

"I think you should feel it." She looked at Roger, "That kind of loneliness that can't be filled, it's like a hole in the depths of the soul that can never be filled." ”

"So I hope he stays, after all, it's so lonely to be the only one left."

"We prepared for a long time, then started the ceremony, everything went well, and after the ceremony, Nasero never mentioned the return."

"We even lived peacefully for a while, which to be honest, was one of the few happy times."

"I could tell that he was relaxed, as if he had really forgotten everything about the past, but instead I became the one who was tormented. So I asked him to do the same ceremony for me. ”

"But that's when the unexpected happened."

"We've been attacked, a backlash from the rules of the entire plane, you've probably heard the name—"

"Serpent of the World."

"Our strength has exceeded the upper limit of this plane's capacity, and the battle has broken out."

"Our strength is stronger, and we cooperate with each other, and finally kill the World Serpent with great difficulty, but this creature does not develop and grow normally. That's the embodiment of the rules of the whole plane, and even if we kill it, it won't be long before it reappears. ”

"Then it's not something that can't be solved, just look around and destroy it before it actually condenses, you can avoid a fight."

"But it's a pity ......," Ophelia sighed.

"Nasero, who took advantage of my serious injuries, attacked and took all my strength, and then killed me completely!"

"What?" Roger was puzzled.

"But why...... Why did he do it? ”

Ophelia looked sad, "Nacello told me before he made his move that this was his mission and that he had to kill me, because only then could he go home!" ”

"Go home...... How ridiculous, it was the ritual, and Sero knew that he couldn't make a choice at this time. ”

"He knows what to do, but he can't get rid of his emotions."

"In that case, let's make a new choice."

"He erased the nostalgia of this world, and brought himself closer to the state he was in when he first came to this plane."

At that time, his heart was full of predatory desires, and he wanted to return to his original hometown all the time. This way things become much simpler, removing obstacles and even devouring my power. ”

"It's all easy for him, because there's nothing in this world that is worth his nostalgia."

"He was cruel and castrated his own soul in order to accomplish his original goal, and not once."

"Every once in a while, he has to go through a reincarnation, because only in this way can he resist the invasion of time for a long time and always maintain a high fighting spirit."

"As long as you make the initial choice, the rest is a logical thing."

Roger recalls the tombstones he saw in the cemetery, and it seems that this so-called ritual did not come without a price.

The pain experienced by the Lord of the Mist can be imagined.

"He could have left immediately, there was no need to attack you."

Roger asked.

"Hehe, this is the most ironic part, Na Sero made a choice, but at that time, his will itself was not very strong, and there will naturally be mistakes."

"And his biggest mistake was that after erasing everything, he couldn't find his way home...... How ridiculous, a guy who does not hesitate to repeatedly mutilate his soul to keep his original intention, but in the end he can't remember a way to go home. ”

He could only linger and meditate, but it was all meaningless, and the door was in front of him, but what he saw was a wall.

Roger shuddered.

He could understand the choice made by the Lord of the Mist, and he knew he should stay here because that was the best option to get out of that shattered world.

But the emotions in his heart made him unable to make a choice, there were gains and losses in it, but it was more about nostalgia for this plane.

But if you erase all this, all that remains is that cold-blooded and ruthless predator.

He made great sacrifices to ensure that he was determined at all times.

But sadly, the originally clear path was shrouded in fog.

This should be one of the reasons why he later leveraged the power of the shadows and now controls the fog.

He's going to explore all corners of the plane and find his way home.

"How did you survive?"

With mental calculations and unintentional, and in a state of serious injury, it is impossible for Ophelia to escape.

"To be exact, the real Ophelia is dead, and all you see now is a strange combination of his memories and the body of the serpent of the world."

"Nacyro tried to get an answer from me, but I turned him down, and I was killed by him completely. The rules and body of the Serpent of the World disintegrated mimicked my memories and gave me a new lease of life. ”

"From then on, I will no longer be Ophelia, but the Primordial Dragon here, the guardian of the entire plane!"

"I exist for one purpose, and that is to protect this plane from breaking down and repeating the mistakes of there."

"So......" she spread her hands.

"You should know where I stand by now, right?"

"Your cherished partner and lover, our goals are highly consistent."

"I see." Roger nodded.

"So, we have to kill him."

But soon he frowned, "If he has completed his soulification, and only soul power can hurt and kill him, then we ......"

"Are you much weaker than him in terms of soul power?" Roger asked suddenly.

"The question ......"

Ophelia was silent for a moment, then spoke, "I have no soul. ”

"What?!" Roger looked surprised.

"Every living thing has a soul, from a dragon to an ant or less...... That's the rule, and what you're saying can't happen at all. ”

"That's what you think is the rule." Ophelia sighed.

"After my resurrection, a war broke out between us, and I am afraid you already know the final outcome."

"It's a lose-lose situation."

"That's when I knew that if I wanted to kill Nasero, I had to make a choice to make my power purer and more extreme."

"So I went down a path that was completely opposite to his."

"Then I tried to get rid of my traces, and planned everything that had happened before for a long time, and I knew that as long as there was a connection between his body and soul, my plan would be successful."

"When destroying his body, his soul will also die."

"But it was a joke of fate, and he thought of the same method as me, but we went down different paths."

"Although the soul and the body can influence each other, and different power rules will also change, but at our current level, it is impossible to kill each other without extreme purity."

"Does he know?" Roger asked.

"Sooner or later." Ophelia sighed.

"I can't kill him, and he can't help me, but he is a destroyer after all, and without my constraints, the fog will definitely swallow the entire plane!"

"That's the real disaster."

"Is there another way? He can influence the shrouded world through the fog, but what about you? It must also be ...... through the power of the bloodline."

"Those are pointless little tricks that can only delay a little time, but there is no way to determine the final outcome."

"In the end, either I choose to give in and tell him the way home, or he pulls up the whole plane and all the lives here, and then buries him together!"

"So we can only wait to die, or play cards?" Roger pinched the Gwent card on the corner of the table.

"Nope." Ophelia's eyes lit up.

"We still have you."

"The only hope."