Chapter 440: Agnes lost… And determination.
Victor was on a balcony looking at the two moons, the noise of people talking while looking at the two Nightingale moons gave Victor a very contrasting feeling, but he felt surprisingly at peace.
Slowly, his body began to absorb the moonlight, his short black hair began to return to its original length, and his eyes glowed brighter.
It was as if the moon itself was comfortably embracing Victor's entire existence.
"..." A woman with long white hair hugging a red western sword looked at this scene with an indescribable feeling in her heart.
It was such a beautiful image, an image that should be immortalized in a picture or painting.
And that's what she did. She took her cell phone out of her pocket and took Victor's picture, doing it quickly and silently.
A technique she taught her beloved daughter.
"You and Violet really are similar, huh." Victor slowly turned to face Agnes.