This was a dream.
A dream that was impossible to tell whether it was happy or sad.
No.
It would be more accurate to say that these were two dreams.
One dream was very happy.
The other was very sad.
The boy first dreamed a happy dream.
It was an endless grassland.
There was wind on the grassland.
There were horses on the grassland.
There were sheep on the grassland.
There were people on the grassland.
A girl rode a horse, galloping into the wind.
The sheep around her were being driven along.
People shouted loudly at her one after another.
But the girl was like a mischievous child. She whipped the horse without a care, making the horse beneath her run faster and faster across the grassland.
At that time, the girl was undoubtedly happy.
Even though she rarely smiled, and even though her status and position were higher than anyone else's, being able to run across that endless grassland was enough to make her cast aside all her troubles and enjoy this happiness to the fullest.
In the future, some people would fear her.
In the future, some people would hate her.
In the future, some people would call her the "Scourge of God."
In the future, some people would believe that she was the avatar of the God of War.
And she was destined to trample across most of Europe, leaving her reputation in history and becoming known to all.
But none of that had anything to do with the girl in the present.
At that moment, all the girl needed to do was run freely across that endless grassland, and she was satisfied.
The boy watched the girl's white hair flutter in the wind along with her white veil. Her dark skin glistened with sweat in