The hill was in front of them, dramatically standing out against the background of the green valley. Over it stood a sinister echo. As if hundreds of black spirits rushed out of it into the outside world.
“They reproach!” Translated Dagda hissing voices, coming from the hill.
“You?” Amaranta did not understand why they flew so close to the hill, to which it was better not to approach. But Dagda seemed to lose his mind. “They blame you so far, although they themselves have already become ash?”
He nodded.
“In what?”
“In the heartlessness. So you would continue to love me if I burned your castle, killed Angus, and I would have taken in captivity.”
“Yes!” She honestly admitted, and the black hill groaned with hundreds of voices. It seems that the monster was exempted under it. Amaranta k
