The sunlight pouring down on the square of the temple was so bright that it was a little dazzling. The tip of the spear shone with the light of the snow. Haruz stood on the steps of the Fossa Sanctum with a long sword in his hand, covered in blood. He gritted his teeth and stood firm. The summer wind blew the flag on the top of the basilica. The Golden Flame Sacred Emblem shone brightly, and the snow-like petals of the silver tree fluttered down.
The empire's army was rushing into the square, and the White Lion Guards' defense circle was shrinking.
But he could not retreat.
"Haruz! Stand up and do it again! " She put her cold hand on his forehead and looked into his eyes. "You are the only man of House Covardo. You have no other choice. You have to take up your responsibility and responsibility!" She said slowly, "You are the only man of House Covardo. You have no other choice. You have to take up your responsibility! You are the king, and your blood should flow for House Covardo, for the royal family, and for your people. "
"The so-called king is the one who bleeds first —"
Amidst the chaotic battle cries, a White Lion Guard's anxious shout seemed to come from the distant horizon into his thoughts. "Your Highness, please retreat to the back … We can't defend this place anymore."
The hair band that bound her hair had been broken at some point, and her long silver hair fluttered in the wind. Her hair brushed past her blood-stained face, and a smile bloomed on her face that was as firm and gentle as a princess's. Haruz looked down at the bloody Knight and smiled, "I can't retreat … Because we will win soon … I believe in my teacher. He will do it."
"But —"
The sword was pointed forward, and the tip of the sword shone under the sunlight.
Haruz slowly leveled the sword, and his eyes formed a straight line. His slightly childish face had an almost sacred solemnity, "Yes, today I am Princess Forza, and today I will lead you to victory! Listen up, the Kirrlutzians haven't had time to spread out. Take advantage of the fact that they haven't settled down and attack their left wing with me! "
"Your Highness, you can't risk it!"
"Why not?" Haruz looked back and replied, pressing a hand to his chest, "This is the blood of the royal family, which flows for the throne. One day, the flower of the royal family will wither, but the stars of the ancient kings will rise and shine on Erouine for eternity."
These were the claws and fangs of a white lion …
This was the Wings of the White Lion, the Glory of the White Lion …
This was the soul of the White Lion, the pride of the White Lion.
The tension on the faces of the young Knights turned into holiness. In their hearts, there was a melody from the ancient times. It was sorrowful and majestic, but also impassioned. This was the belief that Brando and the late King Erik passed on to them. It was as if they had passed through a distant time and space, allowing people to see the truth and belief behind everything.
"Come with me, my Knight. I am with you, and I will fight by your side."
"Your Highness, you are with us. We will fight side by side —" The Knight's reply was deep and majestic.
On the battlefield, an epic poem was being composed. Erouine's army suddenly moved and launched a fierce attack. On the square, countless Knight of the White Lion Guards cheered like mountains and waves. They praised and shouted, "Long live the White Lion!", "Long live the Princess!", "Long live Erouine!", and launched a deadly attack on the Imperial Infantry.
They were so excited, yet so indifferent. They were so unafraid of death, as if what they were about to face was not death, but supreme glory.
Cruz's army was stunned. They found that their enemy's eyes were flashing with madness. They rushed into the forest of spears, rushed between the rows of shield walls, and let the spears pierce their bodies, but still attacked the Imperial Army behind the shield walls.
The Imperial Army's front line was shaken. By the time they reacted, the White Lion Guards had already created a huge hole in their formation. When the commander of the White Legion saw this scene, he was heartbroken. Before they could spread out, the left wing's weakness was caught by the enemy. However, he did not expect Erouine's army to be so decisive. They seized this only chance from the desperate situation with their lives.
This chance was about to ruin everything.
The Coast Guards were also stunned. They witnessed a desperate counterattack. The retreating side was a famous legend, the Anderson Legion, the Pale Wolf of the Plains, the White of the Empire. Erouine's army was creating a miracle, and this miracle would spread across the continent in the blink of an eye. The Empire was defeated in front of Erouine's army.
After a moment of hesitation, all the Coast Guards howled and joined the counterattack. They only knew one thing. After today, both sides involved in this battle would become famous.
It would witness the rise of a legion.
And at this moment, the glory belonged to Erouine —
…
It was snowing heavily, and the accumulated snow was very thick. He staggered, and sweat seemed to have blurred his vision. He felt as if a nail had pierced into his lungs, and there was a burning pain. His hair stuck to his cheeks, and his vision was so heavy that it seemed like he would fall asleep at any time.
But he still held his sword tightly in his trembling hand —
Clang!
A cold light flashed, and the sword in his hand flew out. It spun and fell into the snow, splashing a handful of snowflakes.
Before he could react, a strong force came from his chest. His vision blurred, and he was lifted off the ground and landed heavily on the snow. The cold melted snow flowed down from his forehead, along his nose, and to the tip of his chin. His clothes were already wet, and the cold penetrated his heart.
"Stand up." A cold voice with a hint of disappointment ordered, "One more time!"
For some reason, tears suddenly flowed out of his eyes.
"Don't cry, Haruze!"
Haruze looked up with teary eyes and saw the person standing in front of him. His sister's tall and straight figure, wearing a thin armor suit and holding a long sword, stood in the heavy snow. 'This is …' He subconsciously turned his head around. Under the claws and teeth of the ancient charred oak tree stood a tall figure. He wore a wide and thick cloak. Behind the flying snow, he nodded his head in agreement.
"You are not as strong as your sister, but one day you will become a good king and protect your sister. She loves you very much."
Tears rolled down her cheeks like pearls from a broken necklace.
"Haruze, you are a man. Don't cry!"
"I won't cry —!"
Haruze cried and jumped up. He rolled to the side and grabbed his sword in the snow. But just as he had time to touch the coldness of the sword hilt, a huge force pressed down on his head. He subconsciously raised his sword to parry. There was a harsh sound of metal rubbing against each other, and the huge force almost made him retreat. He looked up and found that the scene in front of him had changed.
He held his sword and was crossing with the Halran Gaia in the hands of his teacher, Brando. The ground was covered with a thick red carpet of the Valhalla Holy Palace. Light and shadow intertwined in the palace. Between the light and shadow, Brando, wearing a light gray earl coat, was looking up at him calmly and said word by word.
"Haruze, what you can do depends on what you want to do. Swordsmanship is different from magic. It is a manifestation of a person's confidence."
"Teacher …"
"Can you defeat yourself?"
"I …"
"Then let's try it again."
The pitch-black blade pushed his sword aside and stabbed at him from a tricky angle, like a venomous snake. Haruze just remembered this move and quickly turned his sword to block Brando's attack again. The two swords clashed and made a clear sound.
After the sword, Haruze subconsciously took a step forward and wanted to attack first, but he suddenly realized something and stopped. He was stunned in place.
Brando put away the Halran Gaia and laughed.
"Haruze, everyone will eventually learn how to use the sword."
"The sword will break, the swordsman will die, but they will not fail. Once you use the sword, you will undoubtedly win —"
The scene in front of him was blurred.
Amidst the shadows, he seemed to see his sister's tall and straight figure standing gracefully by his father's side. It was the overlapping images of many times. The background was a bright spring day, a gentle summer night, autumn with falling leaves, and winter covered with snow. The scenes were in the Winterclaw Castle, in the Summer Court, and in the Kinten Palace. They kept going back and forth, as if brewing the bitterness and sweetness of time. He saw himself falling again and again and getting up from the ground again and again. He saw a disappointed shake of the head, but also saw a nod of approval. Finally, the scene stopped at the square of the Forza Holy Palace —
He saw himself leading the Knight to charge at the Empire's front line. Spears were shining, flags were fluttering, and ancient spirits were surrounding the battlefield, singing and singing.
He saw the high-spirited, confident, and determined version of himself. That 'princess' who was like a Valkyrie seemed to see a version of himself standing opposite to himself, the complete opposite of himself.
"Haruze, this mortal world is like a huge stage. One day, everyone will find their own place on it."
"You don't have to be discouraged by your weakness, because you haven't seen the hidden pride in your heart."
"A truly mediocre person will not be disappointed in himself …"
"You will stand proudly in the center of the stage, and I will be proud of you."
Haruze didn't know if he was still crying or if he should cry. The sword in his hand fell and disappeared in the darkness.
Everything fell into darkness.
When he opened his eyes again, there were shadows in his blurry vision. There was a burning pain in his chest. He vaguely heard someone shouting in surprise, "Her Highness the Princess is awake!" Then, there was panic. He relaxed his consciousness and fainted again. When he woke up again, the sun was setting. At dusk, the setting sun floated on the sea and dyed the entire Forza Square with its fiery glow.
The Empire's army had retreated long ago. At this moment, the entire Fathom Port was peaceful. Although there was still smoke in the direction of the city, not a single flag of the White Legion could be seen. The soldiers were full of reverence as they told 'her' that just after he led the Knight to defeat the last attack of the White Legion, the Empire's army inexplicably retreated from the city. Almost everyone credited 'her' for this miracle and called 'her' the 'Miracle Princess of Fathom Port'.
But only Haruze himself knew that his teacher had done it. He had really convinced the enemy's army commander to bow down and surrender. The outcome of this war had been decided. After this battle, the white lion stood proudly.
Haruze sat quietly on the steps. The setting sun pulled his shadow long and thick on the square. No one dared to disturb 'her'. The Knight was both respectful and willing to stand guard for their princess.
Not long after, a soldier brought Brando's communication crystal and said to Haruze, "Your Highness, the Lord wants to see you."
Haruze nodded at him.
Soon, Brando's image appeared on the crystal.
Brando looked at the 'princess' who was covered in blood and shook his head with relief. "Are your injuries serious?"
"Not serious, teacher."
"Fortunately, it's not serious. Otherwise, your sister will definitely kill me."
"Teacher, I'm sorry …"
"It's good that you know you're wrong. If you really die here, the Royal Faction will definitely think that I'm a powerful minister who wants to seize the throne," Brando joked.
"Teacher, I know you're not —"
"It's because you know that that you can't easily give up your life." Brando became serious. "Haruze, this matter can be big or small, but Erouine must not fall into suspicion and internal strife again. You must be responsible for this, and you must be responsible for this kingdom! So, you must think twice about your actions. Recklessness is not a quality that a good leader should have! "
"But, teacher, I've thought about it seriously. You said that I should be a flag. Under that situation, if I chose to retreat, then we would definitely lose Fathom Port. And if we lose Fathom Port, would our victory still be meaningful?"
"There's no point —" Brendel's answer was firm.
Haruze was slightly startled. He had already regretted saying this. He had never dared to refute his teacher, especially when he had done something wrong. But for some reason, these words just came out of his mouth as if they had come out of his mouth without thinking. However, before he could regret it, Brando's answer had already surprised him.
Never in his wildest dreams did he expect that Brendel would praise him instead of scolding him for it.
"Because you made the right choice," Brando suddenly smiled. "Haruze, you're the best crown prince I've ever seen, and also my best student. I'm proud of you."
Haruze opened his small mouth slightly. He did not know when a warm current surged in his heart. It was as if he was in an unreal world. After a long while, he replied in a daze, "Teacher … Thank you."
"You should thank your sister and yourself," Brando shook his head. "Do you still remember what I told you?"
Haruze nodded heavily.
The king did not need a longsword because he had his own pride —
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