"Ah … …"
After quietly listening to his sister's words, Haruze was so shocked that his mouth was wide open, as if he could swallow a goose egg. Even his eyes were wide open.
Although he had heard of the rumors, deep in his heart, he also hoped that his teacher and his sister could be together forever.
But when it came from his sister's mouth, it still gave him a fright.
"Ornason said in the letter that this is the only way for Erouine to have a bright future. He said that Mister Brando is a person who values friendship, just like his grandfather. So when we choose to stand with him, we can prevent Erouine from splitting apart in the future … …"
"But sister, does Erouine need such an outcome?"
She raised her head and looked out of the arched window of the Tree Palace. Countless silver sails were floating above the clouds. She did not answer.
The room was filled with silence for a moment.
"No," Haruze suddenly broke the silence.
He frowned and shook his head: "Sister, teacher is not that kind of person. What Erouine needs is faith and goals, not complicated interests. Mister Makarov and Mister Fleetwood have proven this point."
The elven girl suddenly turned around and stared at her brother. Her silver eyes were shining: "Do you think so too, Haruze?"
"I … …" Haruze's face turned red: "I … … I … … I don't know, but I don't think we can do that. Sister, I … … It's not that I don't support you and teacher, but I think if we do that, we will hurt teacher's heart."
Gryphine snorted softly.
She straightened up and looked down at her only younger brother. She stretched out a white finger and fiercely poked his forehead. "Hmph, you're so mischievous. When did I say that? That was Ornason's idea. It seems like you have learned some bad things from your teacher. Your head is full of dirty thoughts. "
"…" Haruze covered his forehead with tears in his eyes. Although he wanted to argue that his teacher did not teach him any nonsense, he immediately shut his mouth when he saw his sister aiming at his sword.
If he said that, his sister would definitely use the excuse of inspecting his swordsmanship to teach him a lesson. He had been tricked enough since he was young.
"Haruze, these days, your swordsmanship …" But it seemed that Gryphine did not intend to let him go.
"Big, big sister …"
"Why? You don't want to talk about it?"
Haruz nodded quickly. Compared to swordsmanship, he did prefer the magic knowledge that Brando taught him, but his teacher said that after returning to Erouine, he might be taught by Miss Amandina in the future, which made him feel a little disappointed.
Compared to the rigid Miss Advisor, learning by the side of a teacher was much more interesting. Moreover, they could go to many places and gain a lot of new knowledge and experience.
He had learned more during this period of travel than he had in the past ten years in the palace.
"Well, I'll let you go today," Her Royal Highness was particularly easy to talk to today. She narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled: "But I heard that the guards who came back from Cruz are spreading a legend about a Princess Fosha who led them to victory. Haruze, this Princess …"
"Puff —"
Haruze almost spat out a mouthful of blood. His face suddenly turned as red as a ripe apple. He stared at his sister, and suddenly, he didn't know where he found the courage to shout: "My swordsmanship is already very good, big sister!"
Half an hour later —
The little prince walked out of the practice room with a bruised face and handed his practice sword to the maid beside him, ignoring the Knight in the surrounding corridor who couldn't help laughing.
"At the very least, our future king's courage is commendable."
"Yes, yes."
"I heard that His Highness Haruze took the initiative to provoke this time."
"In the name of Martha …"
"Have pity on our future king."
Her Royal Highness Princess, who was unscathed and wearing a Knight's armor, followed out. She glanced at these guys in annoyance. She reached out and untied the rope tied behind her head. Her dazzling silver hair spread out like a waterfall. Then, she hurriedly chased after them.
"Haruze, are you okay?"
"Big sister … You don't have to comfort me. This time, I won't believe you no matter what …"
"Haha, swordsmanship is a skill that a man must master. Think of your teacher, Sir Brando. Haruze, you still have a long way to go."
Haruze couldn't help but fall into a daze when he thought of his teacher. He walked to the end of the corridor and opened the door. Outside was a balcony suspended in the air. A gentle breeze blew in from outside, bringing with it a tsunami of cheers from the lower city.
He leaned on the handrail of the balcony and looked at the fleet above the clouds. This was his teacher's fleet, and it was also Aouine's fleet. Far, far away in the clouds, he could already tell where Gerth was, where Menta was, and where Coldwood Castle was.
At a glance, on the flat land, between the rolling hills, and the rolling fields were dyed with the gold of late autumn. The autumn wind seemed to be breeding the smell of a bountiful harvest.
This was Tónigel, the country that his teacher built single-handedly.
Was it three years ago, or even more recently? This used to be a barren land, but what about today? It had become one of the richest lands in the south. In the bars in the countryside, the poets sang the story of how his teacher killed Baron Graudin. He had heard that story more than once, and every time he heard it, he would feel his blood boil.
Perhaps it was because of this story that he didn't raise any objections when his sister asked him to come to his teacher's side to learn.
He still remembered that when he first started learning swordsmanship, he would always be beaten black and blue by the tree vine that was his sparring partner, but he never complained. He only wanted to become a chivalrous swordsman like his teacher.
However, he gradually understood that this was not his fate.
To become the King of Erouine?
These days, he wasn't completely ignorant. During the days when he traveled with his teacher, he thought a lot. What he saw in Cruz, and the time he spent with the eldest son of the Emperor, made him understand a lot of things.
Perhaps it was time to make a decision.
It was the harvest season in Tónigel. In the north of this land, the scars of war were disappearing little by little in Randner, Vlada Pest, and even in many parts of Ampere Seale, including Arreck.
In the north, the nobles were also putting down their banners, and the dark clouds of war had miraculously dispersed. Under the leadership of Prince Ornason, Erouine also saw a glimmer of peace.
[This is so rare and precious …]
The land and the people were recovering. It was as if in a short period of time, because of a hand, the kingdom that had lost its order was pulled back, and the road ahead was no longer dark.
Although the Black Rose of Bramante was still wreaking havoc on this land, at least the people of Aouine would not lose hope anymore. They could regain their faith and protect their common homeland.
"Sister," Haruze suddenly broke the silence: "What does Prince Ornason's letter mean?"
Gryphine's hand that was tidying up her hair stopped.
At this moment, she seemed to really feel Haruze's growth. She lowered her head and looked at the former's back with her silver eyes: "What did you think of …?"
"Brother Levin is an ambitious person. He knows where this kingdom will go in the future better than I do, sister."
"Haruze, what are you talking about?"
Haruze looked back and smiled at his sister. He drew a circle with his hand and pointed to the land under his feet and asked: "Will I be its king, sister?"
"Of course, the blood of the Covardo family flows in your body. You are the natural owner of that crown," Gryphine replied somewhat seriously: "But you must be good enough to make yourself worthy of it, Haruze."
"Then can I decide its fate?"
Gryphine shook her head: "No one can decide its fate rashly, because Erouine belongs to its people. Its fate is linked to the fate of thousands of people."
"I think so too, sister. I can't, and neither can you. What this land needs is someone who can really understand its voice."
"I want to wait for the teacher to come back and give it to someone who can really lead its people to the light. That person may be the teacher, or it may be Brother Levin, but it's not me, sister."
"Haruze!"
Haruze shrank his neck and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was afraid to see his sister get angry.
But this time, unusually, Her Royal Highness did not speak for a long time.
After a long time, she sighed slightly: "Do you really think so, Haruze?"
"Yes, I saw a lot of things in the Empire that made me understand the responsibilities that originally belonged to people. Maybe I love this land very much, but what I can give it is not a crown — but stability and peace."
"I hope father won't blame me. I don't know what to do, Haruze."
"Sister."
"It's nothing," Gryphine gently hugged him and patted the little prince's somewhat thin back: "I think I should go see someone, Haruze."
She turned back and ordered the Knight not far away: "Let Mr. Saunders come to see me. I will meet him in the Hall of Brilliance."
… …
(PS: Brothers, you are still awesome. Thank you very much, but in the end, I still have to continue to stubbornly ask for monthly votes ~)
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