Constantinople, Achilles' residence.
"You... you could restore it to this extent."
Aske, now dressed again, looked at the familiar furniture in the room and marveled.
These arrangements were all from his home before they were destroyed by the Church Knights, and now Peggy had restored them to about eighty or ninety percent. Including the silver candle holder on the table, the candles and incense on the walls, the oil paintings, although they looked relatively new, they were similar to his memories.
"I used to visit your home, do you remember?" Peggy asked.
Aske shook his head.
He had some vague impressions in his memory, but couldn't remember them clearly.
"Squad Leader, please stay." Peggy hugged his arm pleadingly, "Don't leave again, okay?"
Aske:..........
"Let me tell you a secret." Aske said mysteriously.
"What secret?" Peggy's eyes widened.
"Someone told you the same thing." Aske said.
Peggy:!!!
"Who is it?!" She asked, filled with murderous intent.
