In the hall, a flight of forty-seven steps connected the balcony to the hall. A scarlet carpet was laid out from the top to the bottom. The portrait of the seventeenth High Priest of the Waning Moon Temple, the eerie Edward, was hung on the walkway. He was thin and held a staff in one hand.
Brando and Freya stood on the balcony, one in the hall, the other in the balcony. Their gazes passed through the length of the stairs and made eye contact.
Freya took a deep breath. She seemed to have had a dream. This dream started from Bucce, to Fortress Riedon, to Braggs, to the Royal Knight Academy, to Ampere Seale, to Randner, to the battlefield of Manowar, and then here. The scene in the dream changed until now: "Brando, am I dreaming? I'm standing here, this is the capital of Madara. Did you really do it? Just as you promised us, Bucce has returned to Erouine. The village has been rebuilt, and everyone has returned to their homeland. We followed the path that we escaped from that day and returned to the embrace of the Pine Mountains. That nightmare of Madara, is it really over? "
Brando lowered his head to look at the young girl who had tied her light brown hair into a ponytail at the back of her head. Her long ponytail had been cut short after the battle of Ampere Seale, leaving only the part that reached her shoulders. The shaved hair was placed on the snow-white tombs of the Holy City, together with the withered Erouine lilies.
Freya's eyes were brighter than they were in that era. She was more confident and determined, like a shining brown gemstone. Her pair of heroic eyebrows were raised high. There was no confusion, weakness, hesitation, or the deep fatigue that he remembered most deeply.
She wore a well-tailored Knight's uniform, a dark blue jacket and snow-white breeches. Her chest was pinned with the Black Pine Medal and the Candlelight Medal. A vulture's tail drooped down from her shoulder, commemorating the glory of the battle of Ampere Seale. It was a symbol of the veterans of the White Lion Legion.
Erouine's Valkyrie stood upright. Although she was travel-worn, her sword, belt, armor, and accessories were all new and tidy. Only her boots were stained with some dust from the ashes of the city. When she got off her horse, she inevitably passed through a few streets that had turned into ashes.
After two years of war and experience, the ignorant country girl seemed to have found the footprints in history and grew up. Two unrelated figures gradually overlapped at this moment, and became one.
"You're not dreaming, Freya. the war is over. Although it was out of my expectations, those who deserved to be punished have all gone to hell. From now on, the war between Aouine and the undead is a thing of the past. "
Brando sighed and replied.
For this answer, Erouine's people had sacrificed too much, and he had also sacrificed too much. Compared to the blood feud in his previous life, this ending was somewhat unexpected. He also never dreamed that he would one day sit together with his sworn enemy and discuss the future of the kingdom and the world.
But sometimes, fate was just so bizarre.
"But how can that be in the past?" Freya replied with some difficulty for a moment. She gripped her sword tightly. "So many people died, and all we got was a treaty. Madara should pay the price!"
In Erouine's country, the nobles controlled by the Royal Faction also questioned the princess and the parliament. There, she and the princess stood firmly on Brando's side, protecting his honor and authority. But here, as the most ordinary person in Erouine, Freya could not help but ask this question.
It was a hatred that had been rooted for hundreds of years, buried in the hearts of everyone who had been deeply hurt by it. At this moment, she was not Erouine's Valkyrie, not the princess's Knight, and not the commander of the White Lion Guards. She was just the girl who had escaped from Bucce. That night, the flames of Bucce burned fiercely, and her loved ones who had perished in the sea of fire. It was as if they were standing behind Freya.
"Then what do you want?" Brando seemed to be able to feel the sorrow in Freya's heart. He said, "Freya, if it's your wish, I'll fulfill all of your wishes. Even if it means destroying two countries and an entire world, I won't pay any price!"
Delfien stood behind Brando. She was about to say something, but when she heard this, she was so shocked that her expression changed. It was as if she had met Brando for the first time. She looked between the two of them.
Andrea, on the other hand, looked at Freya with interest. The moment she saw Freya, she knew that this was the person she was looking for, the most important bloodline of the Goddess of War's guards that was lost in the mortal world.
Freya opened her mouth.
What did she want? War? Revenge? No matter the cost, even if it meant dying together, she wanted Madara to pay the price? This was a hundred-year-old hatred that could only be washed away with blood and fire?
Freya looked into Brando's eyes. She thought that Brando was warning her, but she realized from his unwavering eyes that Brando was serious.
As long as she asked, he would definitely start a war for her. From then on, Madara and Erouine would fight to the death.
Why?
Freya trembled deeply. She suddenly remembered many things. The three of them walked side by side in the darkness and defeated the Golden Demonic Tree together. They fought their way out of a hopeless situation.
"Do you still remember the promise I made to you and the Roman in Braggs, Freya?"
"I … … I remember."
Brando's heart suddenly ached. Out of the three people who fought side by side in Fortress Riedon, one of them was no longer by their side. "Do you understand now, Freya?" He shook his head and sighed: "I once promised you and the Roman that I will fulfill your wishes. No matter how dangerous the road ahead is, no matter how much time has passed, this promise is still valid."
Freya's heart was warm, but when she saw Brendel's gloomy expression, she could not help but feel a lump in her throat. Amandina and Ciel had already told her everything that had happened in Rusta. "No, no, we will definitely save Roman, right?" Brendel's eyes were filled with tears.
"Of course." Brando nodded. He had no doubts about this.
"That's enough, Brando. I don't have any other requests, I just can't accept it … … I can't accept it. After all, we have suffered so many disasters. We can't accept that the culprit who caused all these tragedies can easily shirk responsibility … …" Freya said in a small voice: "I understand that Erouine gained a lot from this victory. But compared to what we have suffered, compared to the Roman's Black Rose, did the undead really learn their lesson?"
She raised her head and said loudly: "I just … … I just don't want our forgiveness to become a reason for them to continue their evil deeds!"
"Then what do you want, little girl?"
A voice suddenly spoke in the darkness.
Everyone in the hall was shocked and raised their heads.
Freya did not realize who was talking to her. She just replied subconsciously: "If it's possible, I really want to see Her Majesty the Queen."
"You will see her." The voice said.
"Who's talking so sneakily over there?" Freya finally reacted. She frowned and shouted at the darkness in that direction.
"I'm not sneaking around. In this land, there is no need for me to be sneaky." The voice replied arrogantly. As it spoke, it walked out from the darkness: "Because of my name, my power, I am the supreme master of this land."
Queen Madara was dressed in a black evening dress. Beside her were two Black Knights. She walked out from the shadows and looked at everyone in the hall arrogantly.
"Who are you?" Freya had already guessed the identity of the person who came, but she could not help but ask.
"As you can see, I am the person you want to see." Queen Madara replied coldly: "Now I am in front of you, the envoy of Erouine. Little girl, what do you want to ask?"
Freya pulled out her sword and pointed it at Queen Madara. The two Black Knights were shocked. They wanted to rush forward with their swords, but Queen Madara reached out to stop them. She still pointed the Lionheart Sword at her snow-white neck.
She raised her head and looked at Brando on the balcony, but Brando's expression did not change. He put one hand on the hilt of Oderfeiss and only looked at the Black Knight behind her coldly. Queen Madara believed that if the two Black Knights behind her dared to pull out their swords, they would be reduced to ashes in the next moment.
Queen Madara ignored the sharp edge of the sword and looked directly at Freya. "What do you want, little girl?"
Freya did not say a word, but she suddenly sheathed the Lionheart Sword and put it back into its scabbard.
Queen Madara seemed to understand something. She snorted coldly and said, "I see. It seems that you mean I am the culprit behind all of this?"
"Your Majesty!" The two Black Knights shouted in unison.
But Queen Madara only waved her hand at them. She raised her head and said to Freya, "Yes, I am the instigator of the War of the Black Roses. The blood feud of Bucce should be counted on me. I will not repent for it."
Freya looked at the Queen coldly.
Queen Madara looked back at her fearlessly. "I welcome you to put your sword in my chest at any time, if you can do it. Of course, you too, Mr. Count. The same goes for you!" Her tone was arrogant as if she was still on her throne, and her tone was full of contempt for death.
Queen Madara was standing in the hall, but she seemed to be looking down at everyone present, even Brando who was standing on the balcony. "However, in this war, I need you to stand with me. Madara, Erouine, and the Four Holy Cathedrals. I need you to help me persuade the descendants of the Four Sages."
"I will kill you," Freya's eyes were full of hatred. "You will pay for everything you have done."
"But Erouine and Madara will also stand together," Brando said softly, as if he was stating an established fact. His voice echoed in the hall like the ravings of a ghost. "We will do our best to persuade the Four Holy Cathedrals to face this war that belongs to the whole of Wohnde."
Freya turned around and nodded silently.
The Queen chuckled. She also turned her back to everyone, waved her hand, and did not say another word. She walked out of the hall with the two Black Knights.
In the darkness, only the sound of footsteps could be heard.
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