The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities Chapter 322

Whoa!

The light of the soul blooms with splendor.

The pale blue soul floated out of the Ruined King Sword and poured into the scissors.

In an instant, the rhythm of the soul appeared on the scissors, and the two souls of the same origin blended with each other.

But in the end, the two souls seemed to be repelled and did not merge together.

"why..."

Foyego stared blankly at this scene, and for some reason there was a sense of pain in his heart.

Ysolde, his lover was resisting, refusing to merge with his soul.

no no! This is impossible!

why is that? !

Foyego opened his eyes wide and stared at the scene in disbelief.

Isolde didn't want to talk to him before, he could still deceive himself, Isolde is not complete, she only has half of her soul, when all her memories and past affections are reunited, everything will be... will wake up to the temperature of the past.

but now...

The last thing he wanted to see happened...

Isolde, I don't want to see him...

In no mood...

Do not! It shouldn't be like this!

The extreme pain was like a poisonous sore from a veneer, gradually covering Foyego's collapsed face. His face was as pale as paper, and under such a heavy blow, it seemed even more withered.

"Why...why...?"

Foyego's lips trembled and squeezed out a few incoherent syllables. He frowned in pain, slowly raised his arms, tried to cover his already empty chest, and shed the last tear for his lover.

In the end, it was exchanged for such an embarrassing and ridiculous ending?

Foyego couldn't believe it. He took a deep breath, and even his breath was in piercing pain.

It was a pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, far exceeding the pain of a spear piercing his chest with blood.

"Why... why! Isolde, why are you..."

After all, Foyego was unable to withstand the huge blow brought by the facts. His right leg was half kneeling on the ground, and his entire face was filled with unspeakable despair and misery.

At this moment, he has no time to take care of him at all, and can only stare at the scissors and the half soul of Isolde who is full of resistance.

"You seem confused."

Kyle's voice came from the side, attracting Foyego's attention.

Just like the drowning man grabbed the straw, his eyes were fixed on Kyle:

"Is it you? Is it you who made my Isolde what it is today?"

"Don't you understand that you, who used to be the king? From the beginning, the love you gave was too heavy for this girl." Kyle's tone was cold.

"Heavy? Haha, I promised her everything I could give in the world, I made a vow... She must be the happiest woman in the world." Foyego roared loudly, with a tsunami of madness in his voice.

He gave everything of himself to Isolde, regarded her as a treasure, loved her, cared for her, and satisfied all her thoughts. How could such love be called heavy?

No, he must have not given enough!

"madness!"

Syndra glanced at him and said indifferently:

"What she wants is so simple."

After that, she stopped talking.

From Isolde and Foyego, she didn't see her own shadow.

When she was a child, what she wanted was so simple, she only wanted to control her power and make herself stronger.

But why, being strong will be feared...

Even if the Ionians were willing to give her what she wanted once, she would never have gotten where she is today.

Fortunately, after waking up from the seal, someone understood her thoughts and gave her what she wanted most.

Foyego heard Syndra's words and turned his eyes to Isolde's soul. For some reason, he saw the pleading from the expression of Isolde's soul.

Confused, at a loss, puzzled... Crawling all over his face, he has done everything he can, if this is not what Isolde wants, then how can he achieve it? To get her favor?

King of the world? Lord of the Underworld? Ruler of all things?

One by one crazy thoughts appeared in Foyego's mind, he never even thought that maybe the problem was not with him, how could there be a problem with Isolde's ideas?

She is the most perfect woman in the world that she has chosen by herself, she deserves to enjoy everything in this world!

Since Isolde was unhappy because he didn't meet his requirements, as long as he became stronger and gave more and better things to Isolde, it would naturally make the other party accept him again.

"Isolde, my love...I see, I'll take the world for you."

Foyego had the ultimate tenderness on his face. He reached out and stroked Isolde's face, but was avoided by the other party.

Instead of using force to force it, Foyego laughed at himself:

"Also... I am like a prisoner now, how can I get your love?"

He turned to look at Kyle and Syndra, and his tone gradually became cold:

"Women, you can let me die here today, but I have a reason to leave. For Isolde, I will definitely get everything she wants for her."

When he spoke, Syndra just watched from the sidelines. From her point of view, Foyego still had that aggressive aura, and he had no sense of being a weakling at all.

Undisguised disdain and ridiculousness flashed in Syndra's eyes, but she just folded her arms and didn't say a word.

Kyle, who was also an audience member, just smiled coldly and reached out and grabbed in the direction of the scissors.

A blue brilliance seemed to be pulled, flew out of the scissors, and fell to the ground to form a human shape.

It was a blue-haired doll, not tall, but after appearing, he looked at Syndra fearfully, as if he was watching a flood of beasts.

"Gwen!?"

Foyego saw the baby's complexion change slightly, especially when he felt the breath of the other's soul, which seemed to be alive, his face was even more surprised.

"A soul born of will, under your curse of ruin, she has been guarding Isolde's other half soul." Kyle's words did not have the slightest emotional ups and downs.

Gwen, the beloved doll that Isolde once sewed herself, is her most cherished doll, and has also witnessed all the memories between Foyego and Isolde.

"Is that so... All these years, Gwen has protected Isolde... Continue to fulfill your duty and protect Isolde. This time, I will take you away."

Foyego looked at Gwen with admiration, his eyes seemed to be looking at a dutiful minister.

Even though he was locked by Kyle and Syndra, he still maintained his calmness as a king.

He wouldn't allow himself to be ugly in front of Isolde~www.mtlnovel.com~ especially after knowing what the other party wanted.

"Your Majesty Foyego...you misunderstood."

Gwen gently picked up the scissors from the ground, pulled the skirt slightly with his left hand, and performed a standard lady's ceremony:

"The master stayed voluntarily, it is precisely because you gave too much, this love is too heavy for the master to dare to accept..."

Snapped!

Foyego raised his arm and swung his sword, interrupting Gwen.

"shut up!"

Foyego was furious and frowned, and the Ruined King Sword in his hand touched Gwen's throat without hesitation:

"Isolde is the person I love the most. Even if I give her the whole world, I will gladly agree. Get out of here. Anyone who tries to break our relationship will die."

He turned his head to Kyle and Syndra, and said coldly:

"I don't know what you have instilled in her. You have the power to destroy my body and soul. I don't doubt this, but I will never allow you to doubt my love for Isurde."

Foyego kicked the defenseless Gwen away with one kick and took a fighting stance.

But his posture didn't last long before he was slashed by Kyle's sword and fell to the ground.

"Kill me! Why humiliate me!" Foyego said coldly.

When he was still trying to struggle, Kyle's body soul let out a sigh:

"Isolde, don't you really plan to come out and talk? The humble lover, the cowardly beloved. When you see Foyego like this, do you feel nothing at all?"

Hearing Kyle's words, the soul of Isurde floating on the side changed.

Her originally godless face seemed to have a sad and complicated expression.

"Foyego..."

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