Chapter 58 Ivan Winter

Considering that Annan doesn't have much time.

Dmitri didn't waste too much time, he directly asked someone to prepare a full-coverage cloak for Annan, and dragged him into the subway.

The transportation in the Principality of Winter is obviously much more convenient than that in the Kingdom of Noah.

Annan is less than a kilometer away from the entrance to the subway station.

They were in Frostwhisper in about two hours. After another change of car, Annan followed Dmitri to the gate of the Grand Duke's Mansion.

"...that's too fast."

Annan sighed.

so fast.

Faster than Salamanda (crossed out) is like a business trip on the high-speed train.

Dmitry asked back: "Would you like to hurry up?"

"That's not it."

Annan shook his head, followed behind Dmitri and asked in a low voice, "Where's the werewolf?"

"...Although, I have no position to advise you. But it's better not to get too close to the werewolf."

Dmitri took a deep breath, and the words of disgust came out of his mouth.

He didn't look back, just continued walking in front of Annan.

There is a lot of information in this discourse.

Annan raised his brows and replied unceremoniously: "So, Dmitry. What happened before? This is the second time.

"You know, I've forgotten all about the past.

"If you really want me to be wary of werewolves, you should say it clearly. Instead of saying it so vaguely that it will only arouse my senseless curiosity... Or, you just want me to know about it. Go deeper?"

After being reprimanded by Annan, his elder brother was not angry.

He just looked strangely silent for a while.

Just when Annan wondered if he was being too rude, Dmitri sighed softly,

Nostalgic sighed in a low voice: "As expected of you, Annan.

"It's your unabashed, direct-to-the-point speech—that's your style.

"Only after being reprimanded by you can I feel the security of 'I have done nothing wrong now'. Before you spoke so politely to me, I always felt that there seemed to be an extra layer of distance between us. Now it seems that , still nothing has changed.

"—I feel like I'm back."

Annan: ?

... no, big brother.

Do you have any problem with this?

Is this the legendary not being scolded uncomfortable?

- Shocked Annan.

And listen to Dmitry.

Could it be that Annan will reprimand him for a week when he is fine?

Who is this brother?

"Dmitri doesn't want to tell you, and of course he has his reasons."

At this moment, a weak but still calm middle-aged voice came from not far ahead.

Annan raised his head and looked over there.

The middle-aged man had short gray-white hair combed back. Some black marks can still be seen vaguely, and the hair has become very slender, but it is relatively thick for the time being.

He has the same gray-white beard, his eyebrows are graying, and his fair skin has slightly sunken, dark purple vein marks. That's evidence of perennial sickness and frailty. The wrinkles on his forehead are shallow, but the nasolabial folds are deep.

His back is slightly sloping, and he is not as tall as Dmitri. Now he is holding a dark blue scepter with three supporting handles below... It looks like a scepter that looks like an iron shelf used for injections and hanging water in the hospital.

Annan raised his head subconsciously and looked at him.

Those icy blue pupils looked exactly the same as Annan and Dmitry.

But it looks like it's more transparent. Compared with Dmitri's emotionless eyes, it is more similar to an infinitely calm ice lake.

And beneath the ice...is a never-ending ice storm.

"……Father."

Annan whispered.

His voice was hoarse for some reason. But there was no hesitation in his tone.

Obviously the memory has completely dissipated, and it has been wiped clean.

But there seems to be something... still in the blood, in the instinct.

He couldn't even imagine how bad his expression would be at the moment.

Dmitri, who was on the side, nodded with a flat expression, and bowed slightly to show his respect: "Father."

no doubt.

This man who looked like he was only in his thirties or forties, but his hair, eyebrows and beard were already gray... was the Grand Duke of Winter, Ivan Winter.

Compared with the young Henry VIII, Ivan can really see the traces of the years.

"Just come back."

Ivan glanced at Annan and repeated smoothly: "Just come back."

His youngest son finally returned to the family, but there was no joy on his face. He didn't have a gentle smile, nor was he moved to tears, he just stared at Annan, as if he wanted to remember what he was like now.

It's not because of their weak relationship.

——It is because the Winter Clan has been cursed by the Heart of Winter, and there is no "joy" at all.

The kinship of the Lindong family and the love born in the Lindong family is a pure sense of identity that completely transcends joy and joy.

"Come in first, Annan."

Ivan replied calmly, his lips raised slightly, trying to make a smile.

This is already a very restored smile.

But Annan can still clearly see that this is just acting.

——This is an unintentional person, a gentle expression just to make others feel at ease.

Like a blind man's light in the dark night.

Annan took a deep breath and followed Ivan into the room.

Ivan, who seems to have decent skin, has a hard time walking.

Leaning on a silver, black, and dark blue scepter, he slowly paced into the room. Annan glanced at it, and Dmitry didn't mean to reach out to help Ivan, so he followed behind Archduke Ivan and walked slowly into the room.

The Grand Duke's room was also much simpler than that of Henry VIII.

There is no decoration of gold and silver jewelry, only four or five picture scrolls that seem to be painted by gods are pasted in the room. A bookshelf filled with occult books, a sofa with a long low table, and a tall desk. Signed documents are on it.

Other than that, there is only one double bed with only one pillow. As well as the portraits of two women hanging above the bed.

...The one on the left looks like a relatively ordinary, gentle, dark-haired girl.

She has long black hair, braided in front of her shoulders - the hairstyle that Annan saw when Annan was eight years old and Dmitry in "Nightmare: Wolf Kiss".

It is vaguely similar to Dmitry's appearance.

...This is probably Dmitry's mother.

In the portrait on the right, there is a silver-haired girl exactly like Maria and Annan-she has a cold temperament, but has no scales on her face, and looks like she is in her early twenties.

Seems to be ordinary people.

At least not from the Winter Clan.

"Bubble fruit tea. Your favorite drink."

Ivan opened the lid for Annan and whispered.

Annan saw many fruit slices floating up and down in the sparkling water, and pale frost marks could be seen on the slices.

He sat on the chair curiously and took a sip.

...does it taste really good?

It's like iced fruity sparkling water from a milk tea shop.

"Dmitri doesn't want to tell you too much...because he himself was the most direct victim."

Ivan, who was sitting on the sofa, glanced at Dmitry, who was standing upright, turned his head and explained to Annan, who was sitting on a chair drinking a drink:

"That's when you brothers gambled with the rot.

"—Dmitri was betrayed by a werewolf named Bella."