"Have you made up your mind?" Brando asked.
Standing in front of him were Metisha and Hipamira. Both ladies nodded, but the Silver Elf Princess looked determined, and the Priestess looked somewhat ambiguous. As the Shepherdess of Himilud, training was a journey, and in her opinion, this was probably another interesting journey.
"I originally wanted you to return to Erouine with Freya." Brando frowned. He had already learned from Fusia about the danger of this trial itself. In a sense, he was not willing to let Metisha and Hipamira take this risk. They could also grow up slowly by staying by his side, so why should he put all his eggs in one basket?
"My Lord, we also had a lot of safer choices in the battle of Abies and Ampere Seale." "But you chose the most thorny path. You left behind such a courageous figure for us. How can you force us to stop in the face of danger?" Medissa replied with a smile, as if she was recalling the stalwart figure at that time. Her eyes sparkled, "But you chose the most thorny path. You left behind such a courageous figure for us.
Brando was stunned, "… That's not the same, Metisha."
"Yes, because every time it was you who stood up to protect everyone, protect Sifrid, protect the villagers of Green Village, protect Her Royal Highness, protect Jutta and the rest. And this time, it's our turn to contribute to you. As your followers, can you bear to see us unable to keep up with your pace? "
"Yes," Hipamira also nodded, "My Lord, our path as Planeswalkers has been determined for a long time, but because of various things, it has been delayed. My Lord, your deck is so special. You gave us the power to be Planeswalkers, and we have the responsibility to accept this trial for you. For the followers of Himilud, tempering is the only way to grow. Sir, please believe in me and Miss Metisha. "
"My Lord," Metisha added, "Miss Hipamira is right. We don't have much time left. Whether it is to protect Erouine or to save the Roman lady, we must become stronger. The Silver Elves had a proverb, 'Vinytri Sarulardo', which meant that if one did not welcome the gloomy storm above the sea, how could one witness the boundless sea and sky after the storm? Standing still in the face of danger is never the path to becoming a powerhouse. Before I became the commander of the Lin Ge Army, I already understood the truth behind this sentence. "
She paused for a moment, her bright silver eyes dimming slightly. "Of course, if you insist on having us stay, we can understand your intentions. We will still listen to your orders —"
Brando smiled helplessly, as if he read a lot of things from those eyes that could speak: seriousness, persistence, stubbornness, and a trace of attachment.
He replied, "Well, I respect your choice. Metisha, Hipamira, thank you. To be able to meet you, The Shire, Mephistopheles, Ropar, and everyone else, is perhaps the luckiest thing for me. Yes, each of us has our own path to walk. What you said is very reasonable, but we only have one life. Before making a choice, we must be careful. "
"My lord," Metisha could not help but laugh: "Before I met you, my title in the Silver Elf army was the cautious Song of the Silver Moon. My lord, on the other hand, was often criticized by Miss Felaern for being careless and forgetful."
Brando's face reddened. He was not interested in being the lord of the Abies. It was inevitable that he would make all sorts of mistakes in his daily work. To Felaern, Amandina, and the Roman who often had to 'clean up' his mess, other than the 'amiable' Romaine, the other two could not help but complain. These daily matters were naturally not a secret to Metisha and Hipamira.
However, he also understood that Metisha purposely brought up these embarrassing matters in order to ease the somewhat gloomy atmosphere, so that he would not be so worried. Although this little Silver Elf princess was not old, she was more understanding and understanding of people than many adults. When he first met this Elven girl in the Valley of the Dead, it was precisely because of this selfless kindness that gave birth to the desire to protect her.
Brando did not say a word. There were many things in his heart that he did not say out loud. In the somewhat dim environment, the little Silver Elf princess' eyes were bright, and a silent tacit understanding seemed to grow between the two of them.
Only Hipamila seemed to be oblivious to this, as if she was a large third wheel. After all, Miss Priestess' heart was pure, her heart was pure, and her heart was only filled with reverence and belief for Lady Himilud. She did not have as many complicated thoughts as these two.
After a long time, Brando coughed lightly, and deliberately asked a little awkwardly, "The cautious Song of Silvermoon?"
Metisha blushed. This was probably the only time she had boasted since she was born, "It's just a title that's not so famous. In the War of the Holy Saints, many people received titles. After all, it was an unprecedented battle, and the later generations were full of reverence for war. That is why there are so many strange titles passed down. Not everyone is worthy of their name."
Not so famous a title?
Brando thought to himself that he would be seeing a ghost if he really believed it. He had long seen that in the field of serious nonsense, compared to her sister, Metisha, this younger sister, was not to be outdone. Could it be that this was the family tradition of the Silver Elf Royal Family?
However, Metisha and Hipamira's choice reminded him that the path of a Planeswalker was indeed a shortcut for him to obtain power. Fusia had once reminded him that in his deck, other than the 'Knight' of Felan, Metisha, only he could control the land cards and artifacts that could produce wealth. The colored mana produced by the land cards and artifacts was an indispensable resource for a Planeswalker. Now that Metisha and Hipamira had embarked on the path of perfecting the rules of the Planeswalker, then as the Planeswalker who controlled this deck, he must consciously fill in the last flaw of this deck.
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In Farnezain's Winter Solstice Palace, the resounding sounds of argument shook the Holy Hall that had gone through two eras and witnessed the countless ups and downs of the Holy Church and the Empire's history.
In the center of the hall, Petyan III sat on the throne and looked at his courtiers with a cold expression. In the Year of the Golden Flame, there was once a great painter who painted a masterpiece that was handed down from generation to generation – "The Disputing Court". Although that painting depicted the rise and fall of the Kirrlutz dynasty during the Norris era, it was so similar to the scene in front of them. Or rather, wherever there were humans, there would be no shortage of interests and struggles for power.
The courtiers and even the bishops, who were dressed in dark red, plain white, or dark blue robes with golden edges, were divided into several camps. They were criticizing and attacking each other, and some of them were even flushed with anger. They did not have the image of a gentle aristocrat at all.
Most of the words they said were words such as' oppose ',' disagree ',' absurd ', and' impossible '. It was a meaningless and unconstructive situation. This situation had been going on for several hours. If it was a normal day, Petyan III would have thrown out those who dared to create chaos out of his palace, but today was a little special.
After a moment, he straightened up from the holy throne, raised his hand, and asked everyone to quiet down. The hall, which was as lively as a market in Saipan, the largest trading port in Fanzin, was suddenly so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
The courtiers, who were dressed in different colors, looked at each other and returned to their positions. The hall of the Winter Solstice Palace was like an oval. The highest position in the north was the Sacred Throne of Fanzin, which was the apex of secular and divine power. However, from the sides of the throne down to the southernmost side, everyone had a seat, and the seats were equal. It implied that everyone was equal under the divine power.
Petyan III looked a little tired because the dispute had been going on for a whole day. In fact, he had already come to a conclusion on this topic, but he had to give his courtiers an explanation.
"Well, I've made up my mind," Petyan's low voice slowly sounded in the hall. "I asked you to come here, not to see you come to a conclusion, but to answer your questions. Of course, God has given us the right to think, but thinking is a process of judging things wisely, not for calculating a little gain or loss. As my courtiers, servants of God, I hope you can look further. "
After he finished speaking, His Holiness the Pope glanced around the oval hall with a deep gaze. Under his gaze, Archbishop Caragisti stood up.
"Your Majesty, we can understand what you mean, but Cruz is our opponent. Right now, they are in a civil war. We can choose to stand by and watch, or we can choose to hit them when they are down. However, if we intervene at this time, regardless of whether His Royal Highness can really win, isn't it a little too rash?"
"I don't see it that way." Another courtier stood up. "Everyone understands the concept of adding flowers to a brocade, but providing help in a time of need is the most precious. We've invested in it in advance, so we don't have to pay much, but if we can weaken our archenemy, it's a profitable business for Farnezain."
"Hehe, the Minister of Commerce is indeed a businessman. You keep talking about business, but how can there be a profitable business in this world? Rodier told us in his book 'The Nation' that there are only benefits and betrayals between countries. The Royal Highness of Cruz is first and foremost a citizen of Cruz. Even if he really wins the throne, he will still be the Emperor of Cruz. These two identities make it impossible for him to think from the perspective of the people of Inir. Even if we sign various treaties with him, he can turn his back on us. The key is, as two feuding countries, we lack the necessary means to restrain him. Under this premise, I don't think this so-called business will work. "
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