Operation Red Book

Chapter 215 Will You Be My Bride?

Along the way, the man did not speak, and the music from the instrument did not weaken as the two walked away.

"Requiem" was playing all the time, and the notes surrounded Ivy's ears, beautiful and pleasant.

In addition, Ivy also heard the sound of burning flames and falling petals, very light and far away, but clear enough.

Ivy didn't ask. She tried but to no avail. She could only pray that this spiral staircase would never end.

Strangely enough, she just wanted to walk around and around like this, going up and down the stairs, enjoying the angle of the steps and the light sound of her leather shoes falling on the pine floor.

Perhaps it was because of fear, she didn't know what was at the end; perhaps it was because of habit, she had become accustomed to such a long journey.

No matter if the end is a full moon, a hungry wolf, or a large field of blue flaming roses, she would rather be trapped on the spiral staircase forever than face it.

But just like the autumn wind disappearing in the mountains and fields, the spiral staircase was still not as expected, and after winding several times it reached the end.

At the end was a narrow door. A gust of wind blew in from outside the door, blowing Ivy's long hair.

Next to me was the top of the large chandelier. The aging chandelier creaked in the strong wind, adding to the darkness of the night.

Facing us was a huge full moon. Unlike the moon seen in the hall, the moon here radiated light like an incandescent lamp.

The dazzling white light shone on her face. Even with her head lowered, Ivy noticed the glare and brightness of the strong light.

The scene seemed familiar, but Ivy couldn't remember where she had experienced it.

She squinted her eyes and barely opened them a little. Under the white light, a dark figure stood before her.

"Who is it?"

Ivy found that she could speak, and she shouted at the figure.

"Who are you!"

"I'm Leon, how are you? Nice to meet you, Ivy..."

The moment the words fell, the world was once again engulfed by bright light, and the figure in front of him disappeared, along with his melodious and gentle voice.

Ivy found that her neck could move, or more precisely, her vision was no longer restricted.

The bright light above our heads did not diminish, and the higher we looked, the blurrier our vision became.

The electronic music stopped and the crowd with white powder on their faces stopped dancing.

The crowd circled around the bright light again and again, no one made a sound, no one even breathed.

Ivy's breathing was a little rapid, not because of the suffocation caused by the crowd, but because of the man in front of her whose face she couldn't see clearly.

The man in front of him was very tall. He was much taller than Joshua, but also much thinner than Joshua...

Who is Joshua and why did you think of such a name...

Although he was wearing a modern black suit and white shirt, the man's every move and gesture revealed the dignity of a Roman aristocrat.

His hair was very flowing, like the reeds swaying in the wind beside a lotus pond.

But the lotus pond should be dry, Ivy thought, because his hair was dry and yellow, as lonely as autumn.

The flowing long hair fell down his pale cheeks, cleverly highlighting the man's sculpted flat chin and clear jawline.

Ivy was a little stunned. She tilted her head up and the man leaned down and smiled at her faintly.

"You are...Leon?"

As soon as the words fell, the strong light was instantly magnified hundreds of times, and the man in front of him softened at the edges, and was eroded by several rays of light in the blink of an eye.

This time Ivy's eyes were not affected at all. When the strong light came, she opened her eyes wide, unwilling to miss the process of the world changing.

The strong light swallowed up this world, and in the blink of an eye, it spit out another world.

The world turned deep blue in the white light. A round moon as big as a face hung in the sky, emitting cold and clear moonlight to Ivy.

The whistling wind blew past Ivy's ears, lifting her long straight black hair.

The outline of the man in front of her appeared from nothing, and appeared clearly in front of Ivy with the moonlight.

Compared to the black suit in the previous world, the deep blue night sky and the magnificent castle seemed to be more in line with his identity.

The man changed into a hard bronze armor and had a black long-handled knight's sword on his waist.

He was wearing a plush mink fur coat, and his bright red cape fluttered behind his armor, leaving traces of the night wind.

The dry yellow hair fell on her shoulders, and the rest was gathered behind her head and tied around her neck with a white ribbon.

The moonlight was soft, making the man's face paler and clearer.

Ivy stared at the man's bloodless thin lips and pursed her lips unconsciously.

"Hello, Ivy."

The man opposite opened his lips, and his voice was like the loose soil of a grave under the moon.

"Hello, Leon." Ivy replied calmly.

She still didn't know the man in front of her, but she knew that his name was Leon, he was Senior Leon, Lord Leon, and... her fiancé.

Leon smiled, he seemed to be in a good mood, and Ivy could see the excitement flowing in his red eyes.

"Will you be my bride?"

Leon continued, as if he was saying a meaningless goodnight.

Ivy didn't answer, and Leon didn't seem to be in a hurry.

The two looked at each other, standing face to face, the whistling evening breeze replacing the communication between the two.

"Will you be my bride?"

After an unknown amount of time, Leon repeated the question.

Ivy lowered her head, remained silent, and intertwined her two fingers in front of her lower abdomen.

The full moon suddenly became huge, like an ancient monster at the edge of the sky.

The strong wind became more and more intense, and Ivy's face was scratched so hard that it felt like it was not wind that was blowing, but countless sharp knives.

The dark blue around them slowly faded away, and the crowd dressed in royal attire once again wrapped Ivy up layer by layer.

"Will you be my bride?"

The other side asked again, but Ivy still didn't answer.

The strong light expanded several times again, Ivy was surrounded by light, and the world changed again.

"Will you be my bride?"

The question still came as expected, but Ivy still didn't answer.

The crowd surrounding Ivy seemed to be getting closer, and Ivy could feel the heat and tension rising around her.

"Will you be my bride?"

The deep blue color gradually intensified, and the full moon occupied half of the sky. Black cracks were like lightning that streaked across the sky, gradually covering the bright moon.

"Will you be my bride?"

The crowd moved closer, and the space left for Ivy gradually became smaller.

"Will you be my bride?"

The full moon grew bigger and bigger, and the black cracks increased little by little.

"Will you be my bride?"

"Will you be my bride?"

"Will you be my bride?"

"Would you like to be..."

The scenes changed faster and faster, and Leon's figure was mixed in the two, slowly forming one.

Ivy was a little panicked. The group of people covered with white powder were getting closer and closer, and she could feel their anger and anxiety.

The moon was getting bigger and bigger, and with every question Leon asked, a crack with black mist would deepen on the white surface of the moon.

"Will you be my bride?"

There was no impatience in Leon's tone, but his increasingly fast speaking speed and increasingly frequent frequency made Ivy's heart pound.

Ivy wanted to cover her ears, but she couldn't control her body, so she had to close her eyes to avoid Leon's chest that was getting closer and closer.

"Will you be my bride?"

The exhaled breath sprayed on Ivy's neck, and a wave of heat surged in her heart. Ivy clenched her teeth, and goose bumps appeared on her arms.

"Will you be my bride?"

Ivy suddenly found that her feet were resting on empty ground, and her body became sensitive because she couldn't step on the solid floor.

"Will you be my bride?"

The touch on the waist was very real. Leon's hands firmly fixed Ivy's waist and slowly pushed her into his arms.

"Will you be my bride?"

Ivy's breathing became clearer with the sound of the wind, and she finally couldn't help but open her eyes.

The field of vision was filled with snow-white light, emitting a soft pearlescent glow, with an occasional flash of black crack.

The ancient castle under my feet became farther and farther away and slowly turned into a small brown dot.

The white light in front of my eyes became brighter and brighter, and red flames burst out from the cracks.

Seeing this scene, Ivy finally realized that she and Leon were flying into the sky in each other's arms.