Brendel nodded solemnly to Veronica and then nodded to Princess Gloria who was beside her.
Gloria looked at him silently. She had lived in seclusion in Bucce for decades. She had watched the Roman, Freya, and Brando grow up. Although she was not the parents of these three children, her feelings for them were not inferior.
Now that the children had grown up, they had their own choices for the future.
"Brando, don't force yourself." But in the end, he could not help but remind him: "You don't understand how important you are to this world."
Brando did not answer. If he did, it would only weaken his determination. He turned around and looked at Scarlet behind him. Just as he was about to say something, she unexpectedly took the initiative to speak.
"I'll wait for you in Tónigel, my Lord."
Brando could not help but be stunned. He probably never thought that the Highlander girl who had always relied on him would say such words. He thought that it would take a lot of effort to make her stay.
It was not that he did not want to bring Scarlet and the others, but because he really did not have the confidence in his heart. The Black Moon had fallen, and the wolf was roaming the world. No matter how he looked at it, this was the sign of dusk. And the meteor in the sky was about to hit the ground. Who knew what would happen?
He still had his own unyielding will, but he could not guarantee the safety of Metisha and the others. So this time, he did not even plan to bring the Planeswalker creatures with him. He entrusted them all to Princess Gloria to teleport them to a safe place.
He had already decided to go to the outer city alone.
Scarlet looked up at her Lord: "Miss Roman needs your help. I don't want to be a burden to you. One day, I will definitely fight side by side with you."
Brando could not help but smile with relief. After going through so many things, in his eyes, this Highlander girl had finally grown up. She could finally see her own heart and firmly grasp her fate in her own hands.
"You will. You used to be the strongest warrior in Abies. Have you forgotten, Scarlet? I believe that you will be the same in the future. You are the Knight of Azure, no worse than anyone else. Perhaps the next time I see you, you will have lived up to your name in the legends. "
Scarlet hummed softly. She lowered her eyelids slightly, her heart filled with happiness.
Brando looked at everyone in the courtyard, then turned and walked out of the White Rose Garden. When he passed through the main gate, he heard someone call his name behind him.
"Sir Brando, Count!"
The voice shouted from afar.
"I'm Henriette, and Bradjet is my grandfather. He was once beaten to a pulp by your grandfather! You may not remember the name, but it doesn't matter. I challenge you to a duel. Remember, you still have Henriette to fight! "
Konrad pulled his friend back and glared at him. "You're crazy!"
Henriette looked regretfully at Brando's back disappearing into the darkness. He shook his head. "Of course I'm not crazy. It's a pity. I still want to find him and make friends."
"Then why did you challenge him?" Konrad was so shocked that he almost forgot about the doomsday scene in the sky.
"Is there a conflict between the two?" Henriette replied proudly. "I challenge the Count to protect the honor of my family. Regardless of whether I win or lose, as a descendant of my grandfather, I must set an example. However, I admire the Count from the bottom of my heart, and I am willing to form a friendship with the Count. This is my personal matter, and there is nothing wrong with it. Even if I die in the Count's hands, it only proves that I am not skilled enough.
After a pause, the young man said matter-of-factly, "Besides, did you hear what Lady Veronica and the others said? Her Majesty the Queen has given the Ring of Supremacy to the Count. Isn't it a win-win situation to build a good relationship with the future Emperor?"
"No," Konrad shook his head. "I think the crux of the problem is that you want to duel with His Majesty the Emperor."
"Then I will do it before he ascends to the throne."
The question was, could the Count really ascend to the throne? Konrad couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
… …
Freya felt like she was in a strange dream.
The pale full moon, the dark night sky, and the shadows of the Black Pine Forest in the distance. The moonlight illuminated everything clearly. A wooden and stone farmhouse that was common in the countryside of Bucce, with a barn and a stable beside it. The fields in the distance seemed to be shrouded in a layer of silver. Fields of barley swayed slightly in the night breeze. This was the most common scene in the countryside of Bucce at the end of summer.
But she faintly felt that she had seen a similar scene before, and it wasn't a dream. This memory fragment lingered in her mind, but she couldn't get rid of it. She thought about it repeatedly, but could only come up with some trivial conclusions.
It was meaningless.
But she knew that she was dreaming.
She stood in the courtyard, with the road leading to the forest behind her and the open door of the farmhouse in front of her. She remembered this place. Before the Roman and her aunt moved to the hill where Brando's old house was, they lived here.
This place should be behind a small forest outside the village, next to a field. The Black Pine Forest behind her also confirmed her guess.
But what she didn't understand was how she could return to this place in her dream.
She only had a little impression of this place when she was very, very young. She only remembered that there was a fire here, and then the Roman and her aunt moved to a place further away from the village.
But it was strange that most of the elders in the village didn't have any impression of this fire. When others talked about it, they didn't talk about it in detail. It was not that they wanted to hide anything, but it was as if the memory was too long ago and too vague.
But after the incident, people said: "Thank God Martha, no one was hurt."
Freya stood in this scene with some curiosity. The memories of Bucce and her childhood seemed to be something that happened a long time ago. Although she often remembered her aunt's family in her dreams, and recalled the tragic war.
But she didn't expect that she would dream of coming to Roman and her aunt's first home the day before the war.
This dream was so clear.
She felt a little emotional and couldn't help but walk into the farmhouse. She couldn't help but think about what she would see. Would she see the little Roman and Aunt Jenny from that time?
She suddenly remembered that she hadn't seen Aunt Jenny for a long time since the fall of Bucce.
Although the people in the village didn't like Roman and her aunt, she had an inexplicable sense of closeness to Aunt Jenny. It seemed to be the same for Brando. In the village, only the three children had the best relationship with Aunt Jenny.
Unfortunately, Brando would only come to the village every summer. When winter came, he would go back to Braggs.
Before the fall of Bucce, she had never been to Braggs. She had only heard about this city from Brando and other people's descriptions.
Freya didn't expect that one day she would go to so many places and come to Tónigel, which was so far away from Bucce. But her nostalgia for her hometown never stopped.
With such strange thoughts, she walked into the house quietly.
Then she was stunned.
The house was a mess. Broken cabinets, overturned tables, chairs, collapsed stairs, and even a wall had collapsed. All kinds of utensils were scattered on the ground.
Then there was blood. Bright blood. The moonlight flowed into the house through the hole, illuminating everything. The bright red blood was also quietly reflected on the walls, the floor, and everywhere.
She saw two corpses with pale skin. One of them was even torn in half, with internal organs scattered on the ground. The other was on the bed, with a big hole in the back where the heart was.
Freya shuddered. She swore that she had never seen the owner of these two corpses, nor had she ever seen anything like this. But she felt a sense of familiarity in her heart, as if all of this had really happened before.
She looked around anxiously. A low sobbing sound entered her ears. The sound was full of uneasiness and fear, as if it was so helpless that it made her heart ache.
"Roman?"
She immediately recognized the voice and subconsciously turned around. Sure enough, she saw a small figure standing there, sobbing softly.
It was the Roman in her memory. He was only seven or eight years old, but there was a faint trace of him.
Freya suddenly remembered that in her memory, the Roman had never cried so sadly. The only time he saw her cry was when the two of them got lost in the Black Forest.
She remembered that time when she slipped and fell into a mountain stream. The scar was still on her back. In the end, it was the Roman who carried her out of the forest.
She still remembered that after that, the two of them made a solemn vow that they would never be weak, afraid, and would never cry again. Although it was just a child's vow, Roman seemed to have really kept his promise after that and never cried again.
On the contrary, since childhood, she had been crying. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but blush slightly. When she participated in the militia training, she didn't know how many times she cried in private because of the poor results.
But Freya immediately woke up. She didn't understand what was going on with this dream. Was it just a simple nightmare? Or was it a sign?
Witches were superstitious about the power of dreams. Although Freya was not a witch, at this moment, she felt that she was sober and not in a dream.
She walked over and gently hugged the crying little Roman. She softly asked: "What's wrong?"
"I … I killed my father and mother, Freya."
"What did you say?" Freya was stunned: "Where did your father and mother come from? Haven't you always lived with your aunt?"
"I … I don't know. Wuwuwu, what should I do? My father drank and wanted to hit my mother. I, I don't know what happened. Wuwuwu …"
"Roman, wake up. This is just a dream. Nothing like this has ever happened."
The little Roman didn't seem to hear it. She sobbed and asked: "Freya, I killed my father and mother. What should I do …"
She suddenly raised her head and looked at Freya nervously: "Freya, will you tell the others? They will come to kill me, right?"
"I … Roman, what are you talking about?"
"You will do that, right?"
"Roman, wake up. This is just a dream." Freya subconsciously pressed on the other person's shoulder, wanting to shake her awake. She seemed to have forgotten that she was also in a dream.
But just as her hands touched the Roman's shoulder, she saw the other person raise her head. There was no white in her eyes, no pupils, only a dark void.
Roman looked at her coldly: "Freya, you are a traitor."
"I, I didn't. Roman, what's wrong with you?" Freya was shocked.
"You are a traitor. Everyone has betrayed me. You are all the same." Roman said coldly.
"No, Roman, how could we betray you? And Brando, he will always be by your side." Freya asked carefully: "Roman, what's wrong with your eyes?"
But Roman's little face showed a painful expression: "And Brando, Brando … Brando, Brando, where are you?"
Just as Freya was about to say something, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest. She looked down and saw a gleaming dagger stuck in her chest.
She raised her head in disbelief and looked at the little girl in her arms: "Roman …?"
"You took away Brando," Roman replied faintly: "I'm going to kill you."
"No …"
Freya almost screamed, sitting up from her bed in cold sweat. She raised her head, it was dark all around. She was still in her room in Abies Castle.
She froze for a moment, then realized that she just had a nightmare.
"Miss Freya?"
Su Xiaoxin's voice came from outside the door.
"I'm fine," Freya hurriedly replied: "It was just a nightmare. Haven't you slept yet?"
"I can't sleep. Miss Roman has gone to the Empire. There are too many things left for the Chamber of Commerce in Ampere Seale. Miss Roman trusts me so much, I have to live up to her trust."
Hearing the word Roman, Freya's heart thumped again. She felt a little uneasy and asked subconsciously: "Is there any news from the Lord?"
"No, Miss. Since Captain Jutta and the others sent back the news from the Evergreen Corridor, there has been no follow-up." The voice outside the door paused for a moment, then replied: "This is normal. The Empire has long lost control south of the Evergreen Corridor. It's normal that they can't send back news. But Captain Jutta and the others are traveling with our fleet. There shouldn't be a problem on the way."
Freya wanted to say that she was actually worried about Brando and Roman, but she thought about it and didn't say it. She silently recalled the previous dream, but suddenly, she was stunned.
"That's, that's …"
Something in her mind seemed to shatter, and countless dusty memories were suddenly released. Freya's face was pale, and she couldn't help but tremble and lean against the edge of the bed.
"Brando, Roman, she …"
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