In fact, in the army, other than the loyal White Lion Guards, Anthony's allied army, and the noble army from the north were all saying the same thing. Think about it, the hatred in Bucce, the blood shed in the first War of the Black Rose, how could it be so easily erased?
Erouine's people needed revenge. Now that they were in front of the Goddess of Victory, they had no choice but to stop because of a letter and even form an alliance with their former enemy.
How ridiculous was that?
Freya was disgusted by such words. Where was the victory? Erouine was like a quagmire of despair. Manowar's partial advantage could not change the final result.
Even this slight advantage was obtained by chance.
Although everyone here called her the Goddess of War, Freya's heart was clear and rational. She knew very well the reason why she won. It was not because of her personal bravery, nor was it because of her keen senses on the battlefield. It was not because of her excellent commanding ability, nor was it because of her unwavering belief in victory.
The only thing that decided the outcome of the battle was Yalvete's betrayal.
But the fanatical people often did not see this point.
It was a pity that not every Undead Lord was Brunhilda's former companion. The case of the Queen of Banshees could not be more coincidental. The reason why it was called a coincidence was because it could not be repeated again and again.
Erouine would not be so lucky every time.
And when people were superstitious about this, they would suffer. But a mistake might not be a big deal to an opponent like Madara, but this small kingdom could be doomed eternally. Freya did not understand what the Royal Faction was planning, but the only thing she could be thankful for was that the war ended before all of this happened.
Erouine might have pushed this fatal mistake further into the future, hoping that at that time, it would be strong enough to bear the consequences of its own actions.
But now, the spearhead had moved away from Madara and was pointed at someone else.
Someone she was familiar with, respected, and loved.
"Let's go, there's nothing to see!" She took one last look at the scene below the hill, turned around, and said to the others.
The Knights put away their weapons one by one. They knew what the lady was worried about. Most of them were actually young people from Tónigel. These young people's families used to stand on the opposite side of the new power, but now, most of them benefited from it. And because of Princess Gryphine, they were firmly tied to Brando's war chariot.
Many of them had experienced the Battle of Silverman, and some had even experienced the early Battle of Menta and the Battle of Ampere Seale. They were the second sons of their families, and had joined the White Lion Guards with the mentality of being hostages. They had joined Brando's army, but what they received was far beyond their imagination.
Now, they were Knights, the sharp blade of the kingdom. They had real noble titles, land, and retainers. All of this was because of Tónigel's change.
Whether it was to protect the honor of Knights or their own interests, they were the most loyal followers of Brando and the White Lion Guards.
More importantly, many of them understood that Her Royal Highness was also on their side.
Therefore, although the glory of the two months of consecutive victories had come to an abrupt end, few of them had any complaints about their lord. On the contrary, they were full of resentment towards the rumors outside.
"Lord Commander, those country bumpkins don't understand how much the Count has sacrificed for Erouine. Don't be angry about that nonsense. Where were they during the Battle of Ampere Seale? Where were they during the Battle of Silverman? Hmph, they're just a bunch of worms who reap without sowing. When the Count returns to Erouine, it'll be their turn to suffer. "
"That's right. Those rumors outside were deliberately spread by those clowns from the Royal Faction. Otherwise, how many people would know about the contents of the letter? If the Count hadn't persuaded His Majesty the Emperor of Madara, who knows how long this war would have lasted. There's no such thing as a bloodless war in this world. It's just that the blood doesn't flow to those high and mighty lords. Naturally, they wouldn't feel any pain or itch."
"That's right. During the first War of the Black Rose, the population of the area around Braggs decreased by 30%. All kinds of taxes were directly reduced by more than 70%. Karsuk was even worse. The Gold City area was almost turned into a wilderness. Now, the war has only been going on for less than three months, and the area from Manowar to Fort Kurkel is completely paralyzed. Look, why are only Duke Grinoires and Duke Karsuk supporting the ceasefire? It's because the other people's knives didn't cut them, so naturally, they wouldn't feel any pain or itch."
The knights chimed in one after another.
Someone shook his head and said, "Isn't there still the Lantonilans?"
"Ha, that Knight of the Lantonilans is a hardcore supporter of our Count. That's not the same." At the mention of Lantonilan's Knight Aike, everyone couldn't help but cheer up. This old-fashioned Knight was said to have infuriated the Royal Faction recently.
As the Royal Faction's main camp, the future Duke of Lantonilan had always stood firmly on the side of the princess and Count Tónigel. To Makarov and the others, this was more disgusting than eating a fly in a bowl of porridge.
Freya looked at her Knight and felt a little better. But she shook her head and said, "Let's not talk about this, Knights. We only have one mission, and that is to fight and win. The Count will take care of everything. Besides, the Royal Faction is not our enemy."
The knights shrugged their shoulders and looked at each other. They knew what their commander was trying to say. The Royal Faction was already attacking the Count for being disgraced and unruly. She just didn't want to leave more evidence in front of the princess.
After all, everyone knew who the White Lion Guards and her, the Goddess of War, represented.
However, the young knights scoffed at this. In their eyes, their commander was a little too selfless. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that she had feelings for the count. However, everyone knew that between the kingdom and the lord, she could only choose one.
Although the Knight talked and laughed on the surface, they didn't completely agree with her. Most of them were nobles from Tónigel, and their way of looking at things was very different from Brando, who had experienced two lifetimes. They were also not idealists like Erouine's Goddess of War.
Of course, most of the young Erouine were extremely loyal to the White Lion Guards. It wasn't a problem for outsiders to call them the princess' Knight, but that was only when Gryphine and Brando were on the same side.
Who could represent Erouine? That was a problem.
But to these young Knight, it wasn't a problem. To them, whoever brought glory to Erouine could represent Erouine.
The battle between the central and local governments had never stopped since the birth of the Kingdom. Wasn't the disagreement between the Royal Faction and the princess because of this? The thing that troubled Freya was normal to these Knight. They even knew that Princess Gryphine would definitely stand on the Count's side.
There was no problem at all.
But even if they knew, no one would say it out loud. Freya wasn't a noble and naturally didn't understand the rules of the game. But to these young Knight, this knowledge was innate.
They turned their horses around and prepared to leave. But at this moment, the bushes behind them suddenly parted, revealing a few Knight.
The Knight was shocked and instinctively wanted to draw their weapons, but Freya reached out and stopped them.
The person who came was Brunhilda.
She was the head of Brando's Valkyrie Knight. But behind her, there was an unfamiliar female Knight. She was also riding on a Wind-Riding Colt. She was tall and slender, with beautiful flaming long hair. Her aura was very different from the other Valkyries who were brave and fearless. She gave people a strange feeling of calmness and quietness.
Freya knew the woman's identity the moment she saw her.
Yalvete, the Queen of Banshees.
She was one of the three most famous Valkyries in history. She was Brunhilda's assistant and also the brains of these Valkyrie sisters. After the destruction of Valhalla, she exiled herself to Madara and became an Undead Lord as a Heroic Spirit.
Freya only knew about this history recently.
"Miss Brunhilda, is there anything I can help you with?" Freya looked at the Queen of Banshees and asked.
Brunhilda shook her head, but Yalvete who was behind her stood out and smiled: "The one who is looking for you is me, Miss Freya."
"Hmm?"
"I just received a personal order from His Majesty. Mr. Brando asked me to bring you to see him."
"Miss Yalvete, what did you say?"
… …
In front of Brando was a long corridor paved with obsidian. Its arched roof was very high, and seventeen pillars formed an open space. On both sides of the corridor, there were dark rose windows with broken glass inlaid with legends and stories about the past.
But those were not the glorious scrolls of the Golden Flame Holy Temple that were about the legendary battles between the previous kings and the mortals. Instead, they were some obscure, depressing, and even dark legends.
He took two steps forward and raised his head to look at this holy temple that had existed for thousands of years.
The most sacred place of the Roman Black Rose.
Holy Temple of the Dying Moon.
… …
(PS: I accidentally caught a cold. I originally wanted to rest, but after thinking about it, I insisted on writing two chapters. The weather is cold, everyone take care of your health.)
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