She also…also considered Bram to be the real culprit…and planned this secret operation to track him down and capture him. This played into Horus's hands, and he seized the opportunity to capture them all, including her. Yes, just like what he and Furken did to the gold diggers... Understanding the truth, Hitzfeld realized that she had to wake up as soon as possible. Now, without a doubt, she fell into the hands of Horus and Jonah. Horus said "Don't kill her" before she fell unconscious, but she didn't think it was just out of kindness. Don't forget, she is a girl now. Then isn't the situation she is facing now exactly the same as that of Bectoria who was humiliated back then? He also said that she would spend the rest of her life in despair... The meaning behind this... just thinking about it made her feel sick.
So she had to wake up. The sooner the better! but…… How to do? After a long while of anxiety, Hitzfeld felt a little numb after gaining nothing. All she knew now was that she had entered a coma-like state, unable to contact her body, with only her thoughts and ideas functioning. So, is this state a coma? Could it be that she is already dead? Just when she was feeling pessimistic and hopeless, she gradually heard the familiar whispers in her ears again. It’s so painful, so painful, so painful, so painful, so painful, so painful, so painful… So sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy, so sleepy… I want to sleep, ...… Can’t sleep, can’t sleep, can’t sleep, can’t sleep, can’t sleep, can’t sleep, can’t sleep, can’t sleep, can’t sleep, can’t sleep… This is? Hitzfeld was stunned for a moment. Why did it sound so much like her own voice? Wait a moment…… She suddenly thought of a crucial factor. Old Lady Bernie once said that the lost ring would become one with this land...
Lost - note the key word - lost. In other words, neither Horus nor Bram's group found the ring. It is also hidden in the wild, in deep ravines, and at the bottom of cliffs. It will affect the entire canyon, so the scope of the impact on the town and the six households is not necessarily fixed. It might expand to encompass the entire town in the future. And then…… The owner of the ring is named Morgana... Rola... Fluciadanzo... It is the "Demon of Desire". So the reason I was knocked out, could it be related to the fact that I was staring at the figure before? I was affected by the curse, and the curse read that the deepest desire in my heart was to sleep, so under the influence of the ring, I got what I wanted? Hitzfeld thought that was likely the case. Desire. This thing...it's definitely not something you can just shout out like this just by thinking about it casually. She also likes money. She also... well, likes some of the same things that most men like. At this point, Hitzfeld recalled the first time he met someone on the Royal Autumn and caught a glimpse of her upper body in only underwear. Yes, cough! In short, she never rejected admitting that she also had many shortcomings, but these shortcomings, no matter how big they were, were not qualified to be called desires. Desire must be something that a person truly wants from the bottom of his heart. Only then can the thought be called that. Gold diggers' desire is mostly gold. What about her? Saying that her real desire was to have a good sleep...there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. All right. Maybe I have found the reason why I entered this state, but how can I break the curse? The joy of solving a puzzle is short-lived. Hitzfeld still has to continue looking for a way to wake up. Let me think... This thing is said to be a curse, but in fact it is an alternative inner illusion. This is my territory, my mind is free, so theoretically I can imagine that I have a physical existence.
As her thoughts moved, Hitzfeld gradually felt that she had a body. Floating in the darkness and looking down, her face immediately turned red. She first reflexively covered her chest and...her shame, then she realized that there was no one else here and she could continue to put on more clothes. The girl heaved a sigh of relief after wrapping herself in a long black dress that resembled religious attire. Then. carry on. If clothes can be used, other things should be possible as well. Raising her left hand, she concentrated her attention, imagining seeing Furken in the picture, seeing him falling off the cliff, all her sight focused on the ring on his hand. The outline of a ring gradually emerged in her hand. Next, the final step. It is also the most important step. "Um……" After taking a deep breath, Hitzfeld peeled off the blindfold with his right hand. He opened his left eye and stared at it. "wake up." She ordered it. "Let me wake up!" The next moment, the world was spinning. There was a sharp pain in the back of my head. It felt like half of my body was leaning against something, and it was hard and prickly, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. Opening her eyes with a grin, Hitzfeld discovered that her perspective was vertical. She should be lying on the ground. "Humph……" She immediately tried to get up and reach for her gun. "This is... ugh!" "boom!" Her body bounced up and fell down again, and Hitzfeld gritted her teeth in anger - her hands and feet were tied up. "Do not impulse……" A man whispered nearby.
"They were afraid that you might have countermeasures, so they pointed a gun at me and asked me to tie you up." "They supervised me and tied it very tightly, but don't worry, you were definitely not insulted." "Bram?" Hitzfeld twisted his body on the ground and saw the doctor leaning against the rock wall next to him. Visibility in the cave is very low. There was fire and several figures jumping behind the farther corner of the wall. She guessed that Horus and Jonah were there. On her side…only some faint sunlight seeped through the gaps above, slightly illuminating the doctor’s face. She saw that he had black eyes, a bruised face and bloodstains from the corners of his lips to his chin. "Feel sorry……" She turned her head. "Maybe I shouldn't have come to Balvik..." "You can't say that." Bram raised the corners of his lips slightly. “I actually wanted to be a lawyer before I inherited my father’s ambition.” "I studied law... I know how important rules are to social stability. So from the beginning I had no intention of escaping." "No matter what the reason, no matter what the motive, if you kill someone, you are guilty." "Even without you, even if I succeed, I plan to get myself caught and thrown in jail." "you……" Hitzfeld turned back and stared at him in shock. No wonder…… No wonder he never accepted Helen's affection... "Let's not talk about that now, Miss Hitzfeld." Bram's voice continued to lower. "They brought us all here. If nothing unexpected happens, they want to use an evil ritual to suppress the curse again." "...Do you understand what I mean?" "Does that mean...we will be sacrificed?" Hitzfeld also lowered his voice. Her vision had adjusted to the darkness, and she saw two people lying next to her. They were Johnny and Darent.
"Do not." The doctor's denial brought her back to her senses. "It is we who will be sacrificed." us……? Hitzfeld was stunned. What does that mean? Why is she going to be excluded from “us”? Bectoria's desperate face flashed before her eyes.