In the west corridor of Heroic Spirit Palace.
"Damn it, I almost stabbed you too!"
Wya panted as he pulled his single-edged sword out of the last enemy's corpse. He patted the wound on his left side, which seemed to have split open. "How did they arrange this strange grouping?"
The corpse was flipped over. Cohen Karabeyan crawled out from under it in a disheveled manner. His scalp went numb as he watched Wya pull his sword out from beside his ear. He rolled his eyes.
"I'm really sorry. I'm not as strong as Miranda or Raphael, and I'm not as good at fighting as the battle-hardened White Blade Guards," the police officer said perfunctorily. "That's why I need your help … Attendant Wya Caso!"
Just now, Kohen and Wya had just escaped from the interception of a few Black Sand Region elites.
"Alright, maybe I should be thankful." The attendant took a deep breath and said, "At least I don't have to be grouped with Mute. That guy is very sensitive. If I stared at his throat for more than a second, he would notice it. That look in his eyes made it seem like I was the culprit who crushed his throat …"
Cohen stopped and looked at Wya in annoyance.
Wya was stunned for a second before he shrugged awkwardly. "Uh, sorry, I forgot that you're the one in charge."
"Thank you for your understanding," Cohen replied angrily.
Wya looked at the three corpses in front of him and rubbed his shoulders. He sighed and said, "My lord, you guessed right. They sent out small groups of elites to search separately. If His Highness was still with us, he would have probably been exposed by now. Then, he would have been dragged down by the endless harassment until he couldn't move an inch."
"Let's go quickly." Cohen panted as he listened to the faint sounds of fighting coming from the east. "We're lucky this time. Their reinforcements received the signal, but they were misled by the other side. I don't know if it's the White Blade Guards or our people."
They walked forward for about ten seconds before they came to a fork in the road.
"Should we continue?" Wya pointed in a direction and said with a frown, "We've already …"
Cohen caught up with Wya's pace and overtook him without hesitation. "We can only continue forward. We have to create space for the prince and the others."
Wya glanced at Cohen and suddenly burst out laughing, then hurried to catch up.
In the solemn atmosphere, the police officer rested his gaze on Happy's single-edged sword. He frowned slightly. "You are Ms. Chartier's student, but when you use a sword, you seem to be on Master Shao's side."
Wya nodded and frowned.
"I know. My teacher told me that my Power of Eradication is very special, and even my swordsmanship is affected by it."
The police officer raised his eyebrows.
Was it just special?
"The combat style of the Death of Sin faction is very dangerous. Most of the time, it looks like suicide," Cohen said calmly as he recalled the figure in white.
"But it is the branch with the highest achievements." Wya shook his head with a sullen expression. "Many famous swordsmen or elites come from there."
Cohen nodded slowly. "Since you just graduated, how did you manage to become an attendant? Good family background or good swordsmanship? "
Wya shook his head and continued to walk forward. "But the prince is still young. They need someone who can grow up with the prince and be his right-hand man in the future. Newbies who have just left the tower are clean and are the most suitable for this job." Wya shook his head and continued to walk forward.
"Otherwise, the Caso Family is neither a local Rudollian noble family with a long pedigree, nor is it a noble descendant of the Empire like you Karabeyan. Four generations ago, we were just a small local squire. A hundred years ago, we couldn't even be squires, let alone attendants."
Cohen nodded in understanding.
'And because of this,' Cohen said quietly, 'the king is at ease in letting you become attendants.'
"So, what does it feel like to be born in one of the Thirteen Distinguished Families?" Wya suddenly turned his head and asked. "Not everyone has a family that has been passed down for a thousand years."
Cohen's expression froze.
"A family that has been passed down for a thousand years?" Cohen was stunned and then fell into deep thought.
'That dark and mysterious Forbidden Door, those ancient castles of various sizes …'
"You have a lot, but you have even more burdens that you can't let go." Cohen's expression darkened slightly. "That's the feeling."
Wya looked at his expression and shrugged.
"The heir of a conferred count is willing to lower his status and become a small police officer in the capital." The attendant shook his head. "This isn't common."
'What's this?'
Cohen thought disdainfully in his heart. 'When I was in Blade Fangs Dune, I was still — Bah, bah, I'm getting used to the Western dialect — arm wrestling with the orcs in the desert.'
"My old man said that times are changing. It's not a bad thing to learn to adapt." Cohen shrugged. "The era when Count Karabeyan was directly appointed as the Chief of Intelligence is over.
"An heir of a conferred count becoming a police officer can be considered a form of training — to see how the kingdom operates."
"It's indeed not a bad thing." Wya shrugged. "That's why we, Caso and Karabeyan, have the chance to fight side by side here, right?"
Cohen chuckled. "Remember to tell this story to your grandchildren."
"Exactly." Wya spread his hands and shook his head as he laughed. "'Your grandfather was once in Dragon Clouds City. He went on an adventure with the future conferred count of the kingdom, risking his life for the future supreme king …'"
In the next moment, both of their expressions changed at the same time!
* Clang! *
The two of them unsheathed their swords as quickly as they could. Their knees bent slightly, they widened their footsteps and looked nervously at the stairs opposite them.
An armored figure appeared there.
The Fire Knight, Tolja, slowly walked down the stairs step by step. He looked at them with a solemn expression.
The police officer exhaled a long breath and lamented his' luck '.
Wya narrowed his eyes, feeling anxious.
"Come on, big guy. I haven't forgotten that time in the prison cell." The police officer clenched his teeth and put on a sword stance. "It's time to pay back the debt."
In front of them, Tolja pressed his golden saber with an expressionless face.
"It's him again." Wya stared at Tolja nervously. He recalled the scene in the prison cell and said to Cohen solemnly, "Are you sure you want to fight?
Are you sure you want to fight? "
If we escape now, we might still have a chance to shake him off.
"There's no other choice." Cohen frowned. "We'll do our best."
Wya took a deep breath and raised his single-edged sword. He shook his head. "Alright then."
Tolja curled up the corner of his lips and walked towards them slowly like a small hill.
"You've sent almost all of your men." Tolja listened to the sounds of fighting in his ears. His gaze was sharp as he said, "You've even scattered your men and used interceptions to fight against our interceptions at all costs.
"I don't think you're trying to assassinate the archduke.
"Where's the Star Killer?" he asked in a low voice that was like thunder.
Cohen and Thales frowned.
"Where's your prince?"
Cohen and Wya were both stunned.
"You seem to be very concerned about the prince." Wya snorted coldly.
Tolja narrowed his eyes.
"I can feel it." The Fire Knight seemed very relaxed. The Fire Knight slowly unsheathed his saber, making Cohen and Thales even more nervous. "Your men are very scattered. They're almost in a semicircle, and they're gradually approaching the Hall of Heroes."
Cohen let out a deep breath.
'This is bad.
'What did this guy use to sense it?'
"You're not here to break through, but to act as scouts and sentries," Tolja said coldly. "To hide someone's position and conceal his intentions, isn't it?"
Cohen and Wya looked at each other and saw the hesitation in each other's eyes.
"Kentvida thinks that the middle-aged lord and the Star Killer are the greatest threats." He waved his saber lightly. "But ever since we met in the snow and I saw his gaze when he looked at Nicholas, I had a hunch …"
Tolja said solemnly, "That seemingly harmless prince is the most dangerous."
"Where is your prince?" Tolja's expression changed and he continued to interrogate, "What are you planning to do?"
Cohen and Thales did not say a word. They were just anxiously thinking about what to do next.
But in the next moment, Tolja took a step forward and brandished his saber to attack!
The tensed Wya felt a jolt in his heart. He immediately drew his single-edged sword and went straight for Tolja's face.
Cohen's expression changed.
"No!" the police officer shouted angrily. He grabbed Wya's left arm forcefully and pulled him back.
Wya's single-edged sword and Tolja's golden saber clashed in the air!
The temperature in the air rose sharply.
* Sizzle! *
The strange sizzling sound rang again.
* Clang! *
The clear sound of metal falling to the ground rang out.
Wya was pulled back five whole steps by the police officer until he sat on the ground.
But he had no time to worry about Cohen anymore.
Wya stared at the single-edged sword in his hand in a daze. The front edge of the sword had been broken. The cut was smooth, and the blade was red and emitting a faint heat.
It was as if it had been fused in an instant.
The broken blade swayed continuously on the ground.
Opposite them, Tolja snorted softly, as expected. He casually swung the golden saber in his hand, and strange sparks splashed in the air.
Cohen and Wya watched as the Fire Knight raised his saber and stabbed it into the wall beside him without any resistance.
He waved his arm slowly and the saber slashed across the wall. Sparks flew everywhere it went, and only charred marks were left.
As the sizzling sound rang out, the air was filled with an unpleasant burnt smell.
"Ever since it lost its corresponding prey, the importance of this saber has been greatly reduced." Tolja pulled his saber out of the wall, as if he was pulling it out of water.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the two people on the ground. "But it is still an effective weapon."
Cohen supported Wya and stared in shock at the saber in Tolja's hand.
'That's …'
He remembered the old book he read in his family's ancient castle.
Cohen remembered Tolja's nickname again.
'That's …'
"This is just a warning." Tolja's expression was solemn. "I respect your spirit, so …
"I promise, it will be over soon."
"How can it be …" Wya muttered as he looked at the cut on his weapon. "This is … steel refined in the tower …"
He looked at Tolja's saber again, and was extremely shocked. "What kind of weapon is that?"
'It can actually cut through metal without any obstruction, without any effort?'
Cohen took a deep breath.
"A legendary anti-mystic equipment," Cohen answered solemnly, and stared at the golden saber used for horse battles.
"The Rising Sun Saber.
"It is said to be a blazing blade that can cut through everything." Cohen smelled the burnt smell in the air, felt the rising temperature, and gritted his teeth.
"It is also known as Hell's Breath."
Wya was slightly stunned.
"Good knowledge." Tolja nodded approvingly and looked at his own weapon. "The sharpest blade in the world … has a temperature."
The faces of the two from Constellation turned extremely ugly.
"What do we do now?" Wya frowned. "His saber …"
"Yes." Cohen clenched his teeth.
He watched as Tolja raised the Rising Sun Saber and slowly approached him.
The police officer shook his head solemnly and awkwardly, as if he was talking to himself, "Faced with a weapon that can cut through almost all weapons and armor …
"What should we do?"
— —
In another room in Heroic Spirit Palace.
Little Rascal leaned against the wall in a daze.
Thales clenched his fists and said nothing.
Footsteps were heard.
The vice diplomat of Constellation came to their side.
Little Rascal was slightly startled. She snapped out of her daze and looked at Thales as if asking for help.
The prince nodded at her.
Putray looked at Thales in front of him and Little Rascal behind him, who was feeling uneasy because they had returned to Heroic Spirit Palace. He could not help but sigh.
"They have spread out and are in position." Putray listened to the faint sounds of fighting around him and estimated the distance between them.
"Your Highness, it is time for you to make your move."
Thales raised his head and looked at Putray calmly.
"Will they survive?" he asked bitterly.
Putray did not speak. He only stared at him in silence.
A few seconds later …
"As you said," the vice diplomat sighed slightly, "you know very well what the key to this chess game is. You have to place the strongest chess piece on the battlefield."
"If you win," Putray said flatly, "we will win.
"No matter the sacrifice."
For a moment, Thales was actually speechless.
He could only lower his head.
"I …" Thales only felt a heavy weight in his heart. "I'm sorry.
"This wasn't my plan."
The atmosphere was very depressing. Little Rascal pursed her lips at the side. She was troubled.
"I know, Your Highness." Putray shook his head. His expression was as usual. "I know.
"We had no choice but to break into the gatehouse. That was an accident. Being discovered there was another accident.
"In the end, we had no choice but to do this."
Putray slowly crouched down.
"But one of the most fascinating things in life," the vice diplomat sighed softly, "is that there are always accidents that interrupt the beautiful dreams we have planned."
Putray's gaze drifted away, as if he was reminiscing about the past. "Accidents."
"I know." Thales took a deep breath and looked at the tiles on the floor, trying his best to expel all unnecessary emotions from his mind. "But, listening to them …"
Putray lowered his eyelids and did not move.
"Putray, I'm sorry." Thales sighed. In the end, he gave up and continued, "Take care."
At this moment …
"Your Highness."
The vice diplomat suddenly cut Thales off.
He let out a long sigh, as if he had made up his mind about something.
Putray lowered his head and nodded slowly. "Before I leave, I want you to know something.
"Please do not feel guilty for me."
Thales frowned and looked at the vice diplomat.
But Putray's face was hidden in the darkness. He could not see it clearly.
For some reason, Thales felt that Putray was very abnormal at that moment.
"Twelve years ago, I was at the border between Eckstedt and Constellation, working with the Secret Intelligence Department to collect intelligence for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." Putray's voice trembled slightly. "That summer, I made a decision."
Thales became more and more puzzled.
"A simple decision, a light suggestion," he said in a low voice.
His voice was as light as a feather that had fallen into the air. "I only needed to nod slightly, and that proposal regarding Eckstedt would be sent back to the country …"
Thales suddenly thought of something. An inexplicable panic rose in him.
'Twelve years ago.
'Eckstedt …'
Putray paused for a moment, as if he could not continue.
"But that was a mistake …
"An unforgivable mistake …" The vice diplomat panted slightly. "The Northern Territory welcomed disaster.
"The flames of war burned, blood flowed like rivers, and corpses were everywhere."
At that moment, Thales' heart trembled.
He raised his head abruptly and looked at Putray in disbelief.
"What?"
King Nuven's voice seemed to echo in his ears again.
"That was an assassin from Constellation …"
Thales stared at the thin man in front of him in a daze.
Putray raised his head, trembling slightly as he did so.
His face was filled with a deathly stillness and gloomy sorrow.
"I lied to myself countless times, told myself that it was not my fault, convinced myself that it was just an accident, an assassin's foolish mistake …
"I even learned to be indifferent, to be indifferent, and told myself to forget the past.
"But it was useless." The vice diplomat's expression was gloomy, and his tone seemed to be filled with despair. "The sins you have committed will eventually return to you.
"Whether you run away from it or not."
Thales looked at the man's repentance, but his heart was blank.
He did not know how he should react.
"So, Your Highness, when I heard you say that you wanted to stop the war, wanted to change, wanted to redeem the situation, wanted to do something …"
Putray's eyes were red, and his expression was mournful but serene.
"I am really relieved," he said softly, his smile bitter.
Thales stared back at him in a daze. "Putray …"
Putray took a deep breath and restrained his expression. His gaze flickered. "Thales Jadestar."
Hearing him call his name directly, Thales moved slightly.
Putray stared at him quietly, his gaze firm.
In the next second, Putray slowly pressed his right chest, nodded slowly, and spoke in a solemn tone.
"To work with you.
"I am honored."
As soon as he finished speaking, Putray stood up decisively, turned around, and left.
Thales was left in a daze.
The second prince frowned. His breathing quickened, and his thoughts were in a mess.
In the room, only Little Rascal's confused voice could be heard.
A few minutes later.
Outside the Hall of Heroes, the densely packed Black Sand Region soldiers formed a tight defense line, vigilantly paying attention to everything around them. Even the inexplicable noises in the walls were not spared.
Their actions even affected the people on the four archdukes' side, who kept looking at them.
Viscount Kentvida listened to his subordinates' reports calmly, nodding from time to time.
Finally, after one report, Kentvida's expression changed slightly.
He hesitated for a second, then gestured to his deputy, turned around, and left resolutely.
Accompanied by a team of soldiers, Kentvida walked through layers of tight defense lines, occasionally responding to his subordinates' salutes. Finally, he turned into a corridor.
In this corridor, two teams of Black Sand Region soldiers escorted a captive to Kentvida.
Kentvida frowned.
"Meeting under such circumstances …" the Viscount of the City of Halting Light said flatly, "Should I be surprised?
A lord who walked right into a trap? "
Before Kentvida, the vice diplomat of Constellation, Lord Putray Nemain, had his arms cuffed. With a calm expression, he raised his head and looked at Kentvida.
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