"Alright, since your sister isn't at home, I'll pay you a visit next time. Please accept this small gift, it's just to show my sincerity. "
Yesterday, I spent an entire night using my sword to force Grimm to dismantle all of his traps and explosives. Then, I spent an entire night suppressing them with brute force before they temporarily gave up on their goal.
After being tricked by those scoundrels, I didn't sleep well for half a night. Before the sun even rose, I went out alone.
Un, since these scoundrels are too unreliable, I should hurry up and find someone reliable. After sorting out the history of the Ottoman Empire, I found a few future experts who should be in the capital but haven't developed yet.
This time, in order to recruit a few more normal people, I reluctantly crossed off a few names. The rest are all future heroes who are worthy of respect regardless of reputation, strength or character.
However, what surprised me was that when I visited two families in the morning, there was no one at all. When I found the third family, 'Swift Sword' Svina di Nelson, I was told that she went out early in the morning.
I found it a little strange. Why would a swordswoman like Svina go there so early in the morning?
"Little brother, can you tell me where your sister went?"
Once is a coincidence, but three times is still a coincidence. Now that I asked the two families, they didn't give me any details. Now that the other party is a child who is easy to coax, I naturally won't let him off.
"Sister said that I can't say … Sister went to participate in the Guardian Knight Selection. It's a foreign princess."
Alright, as expected of a naughty child. The lollipops and toys that I prepared for Svina's most beloved little brother immediately made him throw his sister's orders to the back of his head.
"Guardian Knight? Princess? Svina is a female, can she do it? "
I couldn't help but laugh out loud. However, thinking about the life of this female hero that was mentioned in the walkthrough, I can understand a little.
"'Swift Sword' Svina, a descendant of a great noble family in the Ottoman Empire. A female swordsman whose family has fallen from grace. She has been determined to revitalize her family ever since she was young. She once disguised herself as a male Knight and joined the army to seek a promotion. However, because her identity was exposed, she was chased out of the Cang Dragon Knight Group that she was in charge of.
It was obvious that this elder sister was fulfilling her historical goal in advance by pretending to be a man and participating in the selection for the Guardian Knight of a foreign princess. In comparison, as long as she could become the Guardian Knight of a foreign princess, she could at least get rid of her identity as a commoner and take a big step towards the goal of revitalizing her family.
"Wait, the Guardian Knight Selection? Foreign princess? Little Tiago, do you know which country that foreign princess is from? "
"Hmm, I think it's something like Lan …"
I thought it through in an instant. My emotions boiled in my chest, and I couldn't hear the rest of his words.
"Dasos! You have guts! "
…
"Anger? Helpless? Fear? Despair? "
Renée was unable to use words to express her emotions. The noisy Ottoman Royal Coliseum in front of her and the countless cheers of the audience made her sink into a cold despair.
"Congratulations, respected Highness Renée. Your famous beauty has surpassed the obstacles of the Astor Mountains. Look, the youngsters that came today are all not bad. You should be able to choose the most desirable Guardian Knight."
"Guardian Knight? My husband is chosen by you Ottoman people, why should he! "
The roar of anger swirled in her throat for a while before she swallowed it down. This sudden attack on the Guardian Knight Selection didn't give her any time to react. If she were to say "I didn't discuss this with you" or "I will never acknowledge the Guardian Knight that you chose", the other party would immediately take the opportunity to escalate it into a diplomatic incident, becoming the fuse needed for war.
Looking at the smiles on the faces of the envoys from other countries, looking at their gazes of pity, helplessness, and envy, Renée knew that there was no point in asking them for help.
They had all the emotions present, except for the lack of surprise. Obviously, they had already received the news long ago, but as the person involved, she had only received the news two hours ago.
She didn't know what the Ottoman Empire had sacrificed, but the allies that they had been talking about yesterday suddenly changed their minds and unhesitatingly used her as a sacrifice. Renée was furious, but she didn't know who to vent her anger on.
She knew that in a diplomatic situation, hysterical questioning would only cause others to look down on her and her country. Tears were a symbol of weakness and immaturity.
"Is this the relationship between countries that Teacher was talking about? The bloody law of the jungle? Arrogant Ottoman people! One day, you will pay the price. The real King of Winter Wolves will tear your throats apart. "
All she could do was try her best to squeeze out a smile and remember the hateful faces in front of her in the bottom of her heart.
The King of Winter Wolves, Dasos, looked at the little girl in front of him playfully. In a rich noble family, a fourteen-year-old girl should still be at the age where she wouldn't wake up. The little girl in front of him gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and did her best to control herself. It was obvious that she had thought through everything in front of her.
Facing such humiliation at such a young age, facing such a hopeless situation where he could possibly lose his lifelong happiness, it was already quite rare for him to be able to remain so calm. However, as his opponent, as a pebble that could stop his hegemony, he was still too inexperienced. The legendary might of being able to fight against a thousand men was probably just a rumor.
"Cheers to the great alliance that is about to be established! Cheers to the young talents of our Ottoman Empire! Cheers to our amazingly charming Princess Renée! "
As the emperor took the lead to raise his cup, the golden cups filled with red wine were raised one by one. Many nobles smiled and raised their cups together. The only one who didn't fit in was the princess who was being blessed. She looked at them coldly, just like a wolf that was inspecting its prey from a high hill.
Remembering the hatred and humiliation in front of her and looking for an opportunity to take revenge was the only thing she could do now.
"Everyone, I'm sorry. I'll go and touch up my makeup."
But she was only a fourteen-year-old girl after all. Anger, despair, and grievance caused her eyes to inevitably turn red. Unwilling to shed tears in front of her enemies, she used the excuse of touching up her makeup to leave temporarily.
And just as she walked down the platform, two burly guards followed her under Dasos's signal.
Today, Renée was the main character. The Guardian Knight had to be decided on the spot. Dasos wouldn't allow any variables to happen. He couldn't let her run away.
Soon, one of the guards waiting outside the toilet ran back to report. Only then did Dasos nod and turn his attention to the performance below.
In Dasos's mind, he didn't mistreat any of the young princesses. The contestants below were all small nobles and elites among the commoners of the Ottoman Empire. He could also use this opportunity to pick out some talents.
Of course, the children of the big nobles and the members of the royal family wouldn't participate in this kind of competition. While a princess from another country could bring honor and status, she was destined to be far away from the power center of the Ottoman Empire.
The Guardian Knight Selection followed the ancient tradition. It was a typical challenge tournament. The young Knight would show off their Knight's demeanor and outstanding martial arts skills to their beloved noble ladies. As long as they displayed enough strength, the loser would also be praised.
And the two Legends arranged by the "officials", after confirming that there weren't any "dark horses" that could threaten their seeded contestants, they readily admitted defeat. After all, the two Legend uncles weren't young anymore. It would be a little too much for them to bully a little girl.
Now that it was the quarter finals, those who were able to reach this stage were at least gold-ranked warriors, and the Rain Swallow Sword Svina was one of them.
The future Emperor of the Ottoman Empire was raising his cup to admire the love of his people. Suddenly, looking at the storm-like swordsman, he frowned slightly. He called for his servant and whispered a few words into his ear.
And just when the nobles of the Ottoman Empire were looking at the performance with satisfaction, no one could guess what this foreign princess who was already seen as a piece of meat on the chopping board was thinking.
At this moment, in the dressing room of the VIP lounge, the girl was crying in front of the dressing mirror. She was sobbing silently.
After all, she was only 14 years old. And a year ago, she was still a carefree princess. Now, the cruel international war was all pressing on her young shoulders. One wrong step and the country would be destroyed. When she thought of her family and citizens who trusted her in her hometown, when she thought of the humiliation she was about to face, she burst into tears.
"Father, Sister Kelly, I'm really an unqualified princess …"
"Then, do you need strength? Strength that is enough to change fate. "
The voice suddenly sounded out of nowhere. That gentle voice that went straight to the soul made Renée instinctively trust it, as though it was a revelation from her ancestors and the gods.
"Yes, as long as I can change everything, even if I have to give up everything including my soul, I am willing … Who are you! What did you do to me! "
Alright, the Suggestion Spell has been broken, but I already got the answer. But I shook my head.
"Sigh, you must be the descendant of Cavendish. You are really stupid, to reveal everything at the start of the deal. You didn't even see the other party's trump card and you are willing to give up everything including your soul. Any demon can cheat you of everything. You fail. "
"You … Who are you!"
The Soundproof Barrier prevented the scream from coming out. Before the girl lost consciousness, the last thing she saw was a face that was exactly the same as her and a familiar voice.
"Sleep for a while. This burden is indeed a little heavy for you. I will help you carry some of it. However, you scored zero in this pop quiz. Young man, remember to work hard and prepare for the make-up test. "
…
The selection for the Guardian Knight had already entered the finals. Both sides of the duel were outstanding young Knight.
The tall and burly Carter was the squadron leader of the Ottoman Empire's Azure Dragon Knight Squadron. At the age of 27, he relied on his outstanding martial arts and his Myth-ranked weapon "Beastman Crusher" heavy hammer to charge his way through to the finals.
His opponent, the young nameless swordsman, was the type of swordsman that he hated the most. Initially, Carter was a little worried when he realized that this swordsman who was as handsome as a woman was obviously stronger than him. But at this moment, a piece of good news fell from the sky and he was overjoyed.
As expected, the moment the duel started, the swordsman became timid.
"You still intend to become a Guardian Knight? Do you have such a function? "
Yes, the news that he received was that his opponent for the duel was actually a woman. If the Guardian Knight was a woman, then the plans of the Ottoman Empire would naturally be a joke.
Females couldn't leave behind offspring, so wouldn't it be equivalent to giving the other party a Knight for free?
Svina, who received the warning, could only grit her teeth and face the ridicule of her opponent. She had just received a secret letter from the Royal Servant. She thought it was a recruitment notice and was very happy. She didn't expect her identity to be exposed and she was warned not to win the championship.
She wanted to win and had the confidence to win. But to go against the will of the Emperor in the Ottoman Empire? Was she tired of living?
Thus, the result of the last duel was already determined before it even started.
On the spectator stand, the "Princess Renée" who had finished dressing up returned.
It was still the same face and the same Knight's battle dress. But this time, her temperament was slightly different.
If Princess Reyne's tearless look reminded others of a young bird, the current Princess Reyne had a smile on her face as she walked over. Her footsteps were steady and her confidence and pride reminded others of an eagle patrolling its prey.
"Sorry to keep everyone waiting."
"Not at all, not at all." Unknowingly, when the pair of smiling eyes looked at them, the leaders of the small countries who had just betrayed the alliance felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.
In less than five minutes, she was like a completely different person. Even Dasos was a little surprised.
"Ahhhh, that swordsman is actually a woman!"
"Why can a woman participate as well?"
"The winner is Carter Tias!"
But at this moment, the outcome of the battle had already been decided. The hesitant Svina was hit on the shoulder by a heavy hammer. Her hair was tightly bound and scattered. At the same time that her identity as a female was revealed, she naturally lost the chance to continue competing.
The two-meter tall burly Carter raised his heavy hammer and shouted loudly towards the spectator stand. He looked like a gorilla that had just received an award. There were already people criticizing the combination of the beast and the woman.
But Princess Renée smiled.
"Since she is my Guardian Knight, then she should at least be stronger than me. Can I try personally?"
"How can you dirty your Highness's hands? Your Highness is more suited to embroidery in a warm room. You should leave the rough work of leading troops to war to a man."
Dasos smiled, but his words were very impolite. He even mocked that the other party was only suitable to be a good wife and loving mother. Even if he had always felt that Renée's battle achievements were fake propaganda, how could he give his opponent the opportunity to turn the tables at this moment?
"One strike is enough. I just want to see if he is really as strong as he looks. If he is just a wax spearhead that looks like silver, then wouldn't I be at a disadvantage in the future?"
The young lady stuck out her tongue lightly, looking indescribably cute. But this dirty pun that was completely incompatible with her previous image caused an uproar in the crowd.
But since Renée had already spoken to this extent, if he still didn't give in, it would seem like the Ottoman Empire was being stingy. Thus, Dasos nodded his head.
Then, the attendant understood and began to announce loudly.
"Now, our brave warrior, Knight Carter, will welcome a new challenge. The respected Princess Renée will personally test his strength. Phew, in order to prevent our powerful Knight from injuring the lovely Princess Highness, Carter will receive three strikes from the Princess in this test. If Knight Carter is able to block them, a new Guardian Knight will be born! "
Alright, this attendant obviously understood the meaning of the king's words. He made it sound like Princess Renée couldn't put down her pride and insisted on going through the motions. The original one strike became three strikes. It seemed very open-minded, but while there was no difference in essence, it was actually a kind of arrogance and confidence.
And the final "Guardian Knight will be born" was even more direct, not giving any way out.
"Carter, good job!"
"Your Highness Renée, please have mercy! Hahaha! "
The arena was filled with mockery and noise. Everyone saw the "Three Strikes Test" as a farce. Even Carter himself was smiling foolishly and nodding his head, as if the Princess had agreed to marry him.
But Renée laughed.
"It's a pity that I didn't bring a weapon. Your Majesty, can I borrow your sword?"
"Of course, as long as you can use it."
Dasos handed over his sword with ill intentions. This blood-red legendary weapon was famous for its arrogance. He was waiting to see Renée make a fool of herself.
[Demon Sword: Scarlet Conqueror] was the sword of the emperor of the Ottoman Empire. It was a legendary weapon, and it only submitted to the true conqueror. The weak wouldn't even have the chance to touch it. If they forced themselves to use it, they would only become a slave to the Demon Sword.
There were already a few unlucky fellows who had their blood sucked by the Demon Sword. The Ottoman people who knew about this sword were waiting to see the little princess make a fool of herself.
"Thank you for your generosity, Your Majesty. Ah, what a naughty little fellow. But, a good child is one who listens obediently. "
But what was unbelievable was that the expected shriek and release of her hand didn't happen. In that delicate hand, the red Demon Sword suddenly glowed brightly. The next moment, the glow was retracted, and all the blood-red light gathered at the tip of the sword. It had entered into a battle state, and it was even more obedient than a pet dog that had met its owner.
As the owner of the Demon Sword, Dasos couldn't believe it. He had never seen the Demon Sword in such a respectful manner before. The Scarlet Conqueror only obeyed the ambitious conqueror. Could it be that in the eyes of the Demon Sword, this little girl was a stronger conqueror than him?
Sensing that the situation wasn't good, Dasos wanted to stop her, but it was too late.
Renée didn't walk up the stairs to the dueling ring. Instead, she slowly walked to the edge of the spectator stand and raised her head to look at the blue sky.
"How many years has it been? The Mist Bloodline has been guarding the borders of the human world. The blood and lives of countless tribesmen have been exchanged in exchange for suspicion and enmity. "
One of Renée's feet had already stepped onto the guardrail. A commotion broke out in the surroundings. The servants, who were worried that she would commit suicide, had already rushed forward. However, a tangible Holy Light gushed out from her back, preventing them from getting close.
"How many times has it been? Before that bloody wound could heal, new despicable traitors would add a new wound to it. The sacred alliance is being torn apart like a piece of scrap paper. "
A moving voice reverberated in the spectator stand. Even though it was just an ordinary sentence, it seemed to possess a magical power, causing the traitors to suffer a purgatory-like interrogation of their conscience.
"Don't you all just want to know the secrets of the Mist Royalty? Alright, I will tell you then. The Mist Royalty contains the power of God. God's Grace: War Angel Transformation! "
The Holy Light gushing out from her back turned into a pair of tangible wings. Renée had already leaped out of the spectator stand. Floating in mid-air, under the gaze of the crowd, she was enveloped by endless radiance, completing the transformation from a mortal to a War Angel.
Different from the new generation of Angels who became God Envoys in the recent times, this ancient War Angel was personally created by the Goddess of Order. She was the vanguard of the crusade against the Malevolent Gods of Chaos, the ruler of the entire Angel tribe.
The golden wings represented the endless power of Order, the blazing Holy Flames represented judgment and judgment, and the golden Holy Runes that covered her entire body were inscribed with countless laws of the world. In the distant ancient times, the opponents of the War Angel could only be the stronger Malevolent Gods and Demon Lords.
The golden wings spread out and the ring of flames on her head blazed fiercely. The pure flames actually fused with the blood-red glow of the magic sword. With a flap of her wings, the Angel Renée appeared in the sky above Carter.
"My Guardian Knight? Laughable mortal, do you know your sins? "
"I-I-I …"
Facing the interrogation of the War Angel, Carter wavered.
Under the repeated propaganda of the various Churches, the image of angels as the messengers of the Gods of Order had long been deeply ingrained in the hearts of the people. It was rare to see the messengers of the True Gods in this world, and as a mortal, he actually attempted to gain the favor of an angel. Isn't this a crime?
Alright, he doesn't need to use 'I' anymore. Renée didn't even wait for his reply and swung the blood-red flaming heavy sword down.
"Clang!"
What was unbelievable was that Carter actually used his heavy hammer to block the heavy sword. As the two weapons clashed, sparks flew in all directions.
"I blocked it, I actually blocked it … Why aren't you all cheering for me! I am the victor, with just two more strikes, I would be able to marry the princess. "
But immediately, he knew the reason.
He did block the blade of the sword, but the Holy Flames on it had already spread along the point where the two weapons clashed, turning him into a blazing torch.
He didn't even have the time to scream before he was turned into ashes. A Guardian Knight who had just been promoted was killed by the person he was loyal to. In an instant, the huge arena became silent, and the atmosphere turned cold.
"Hmph, overestimating yourself, a toad lusting after the swan's flesh."
Maintaining the incarnation of the War Angel consumed too much energy. In a short span of 10 seconds, it drained all of Renée's stamina and Power of Order. As she retracted her wings, Renée turned back into a mortal.
"Clap clap clap!" What followed was Dasos's applause and maniacal laughter.
"Hahaha, indeed overestimating himself. How can a mortal like him be worthy of becoming your Guardian Knight."
Dasos who was walking closer suddenly knelt down on one knee.
"Then, beautiful Princess Renée, I, the Emperor of the Ottoman Empire, Dasos. Min, may I have the honor of becoming your Guardian Knight?"
"What?"
Without a doubt, this was equivalent to a marriage proposal on the spot. Furthermore, it was the Emperor who was said to be uninterested in women. In an instant, discussions and exclamations filled the air.
However, I frowned. Un, it was me, not Renée. The real Renée had been thrown to Diana a long time ago. From the moment I returned from the toilet, I was the one who put on a show. Furthermore, the incarnation of the War Angel was my Race Talent. Everything was still within my expectations, but Dasos's confession was definitely unexpected.
"A confession from a man to another man is really disgusting."
But at this moment, I couldn't help but consider it seriously. The marriage proposal of the Emperor involved the dignity of the country. If it wasn't handled properly, a war might really break out. Since rejecting or accepting him directly wasn't an option, I would just have to do it my way.
"That's impossible."
"Why! As long as you agree, I am willing to use half of the kingdom as a betrothal gift. You can become the Empress of the Ottoman Empire. If we work together, we can obtain everything in this world. Isn't that much better than starving and freezing at the borders? "
Dasos, who was rejected, turned into an enraged lion as he questioned me furiously.
"Because it was impossible for us to be together from the very start. I swear in the name of the Holy Light that I have no interest in men. I only like women."
Alright, the commotion in the arena instantly cooled down. The Emperor who had just proposed in front of everyone was tossed aside in such a pitiful manner.
For a Holy Knight, a vow made in the name of the God who was the source of his power must be true. Otherwise, he would be fooling a true God and his God-given Power would be stripped away.
Judging from the vibrant Holy Light around that princess, she really wasn't lying. She really did like women.
As for me, I walked straight towards the last person on the stage, Svina, who lost after her identity as a woman was exposed.
"Thank you to the Ottoman Empire for organizing the Guardian Knight Selection for me, allowing me to have the chance to obtain this adorable Knight. Un, it's her. "
I lowered my head and kissed the forehead of this girl who had been scared silly, completing the final ritual of the Guardian Knight.
"The Knight and the princess fell in love at first sight. A beautiful story was born. Congratulations, congratulations."
Thousands of years later, there would be such a record in history. Renée Qin Mist. Her other name was more widely known — — Lily Princess. It was said that as a woman, she had a three-digit lily harem. Svina di Nelson is the Head Knight and Head Concubine of the Lily Princess. — — The above is purely fictional. If there are any similarities, it is purely a coincidence.
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