"In fact, what we have been guarding for generations is actually this Sacred Sword." Dilferi patted the wooden box gently. "Its name is Mithor, and it's a Light Sacred Sword. It used to be Fanzin's treasure, but I don't know how it ended up in the hands of Gretel, the Flame King. Then, he ordered my family to bring it to this land in secret."
Bretton and Manrique looked as if they had heard something ridiculous, and their faces were filled with astonishment.
"But why would the Flame King go through so much trouble to do this?" The young captain couldn't help but ask. "This doesn't make sense!"
Dilferi shook her head. "I don't understand either, but this is a legend passed down from generation to generation in my family, and the Sacred Sword does indeed exist here. I shouldn't know about this, but before my father was framed and imprisoned by my uncle, he secretly told me everything. I understand what he meant. He entrusted the future of Yanbao to me. "
"So, Baron Dahl has been interrogating your father about the whereabouts of the Sacred Sword, and your father didn't say anything, so he wasn't killed?"
Dilferi nodded.
"But what does it mean to Erouine? What does the Lionheart Sword mean to him? "Manrique still found it hard to accept that the Sacred Sword in the hands of the Valkyrie was a fake. Other than the Lord, she was the person he admired the most." Could it be that the Lionheart Sword in the hands of the Seifer Royal Family and the Corvado Royal Family has always been fake? "
"No, the Lionheart Sword is real. Although it was forged in imitation of the Brilliant Light, it contains the soul of Osiris. But within it is the soul of the Holy Sword Oderfeiss, and it carries the faith of the late King Erik. The oath on the sword has always bound Aouine, symbolizing the soul of this country. "
"Then, what does this Sacred Sword mean?"
"I think there is one person who may understand all of this." Dilferi thought of something and said softly, "My uncle's ambition is not small. I suspect that this is a conspiracy. Perhaps it is no longer safe for the Sacred Sword to stay in Yanbao today, so I hope you can take it to the south, to a safer place."
"You mean Brando?" Bretton asked.
"The Count once resonated with the Holy Sword Oderfeiss in Rushta. I think he must know something about the secret behind the Holy Sword of Fire and the Holy Sword of Light," Dilferi replied.
Bretton and Manrique looked at each other.
"And you, Miss Dilferi?"
"Of course I'm staying here. My father hasn't recovered yet. After some time, I'll attend the peace conference in Ampere Seale. At that time, if Mr. Brando has already returned to Erouine, I will personally tell him everything. "
Manrique shook his head. "It's not safe here, Miss Dilferi. We didn't catch Baron Dahl. He might still be hiding in the dark. If we leave, it will be difficult to guarantee the safety of you and the Count. "
"Maybe we can do this," Bretton thought for a while and said, "Yanbao's revival isn't something that can be done in a day. Maybe we can split into two groups. I'll escort Miss Dilferi to Balta, where the royal family's territory is. You can go there as guests. As for the Holy Sword, Mr. Manrique will escort it to the south. Compared to our respective positions, he's more suitable for this task. "
"That's not a bad idea," Manrique agreed with this suggestion.
Dilferi was slightly hesitant. She had finally returned to her homeland and reclaimed it. She didn't want to leave it so easily. But she also understood that Manrique and Bretton had a point. She didn't have any soldiers at hand, and the old and weak servants in the castle were not enough to protect her and her father.
She was about to nod, but at this moment, there was a knock on the door. Her Knight Captain Ronin's voice came from outside. "We might not be able to go anywhere, Miss."
"What happened?" Bretton frowned.
"Just now, when Nia was patrolling outside, she was attacked. An army suddenly surrounded Yanbao."
"That's impossible," Bretton said angrily. "Where are my subordinates? Aren't they stationed outside the city?"
"The camp outside the city was attacked, my Lord," Ronin replied calmly. "I've already ordered my men to open the gate and let your men in. There are many enemies outside … … some very strange enemies."
"Strange?"
"How is Nia?" Dilferi asked nervously. "Is anyone hurt?"
"There are many injured people, but Nia is fine," Ronin's voice paused. "Mr. Bretton, do you want to go up the wall and take a look?"
The three people in the secret room looked at each other.
"Of course." Bretton pulled out his sword and replied in a deep voice.
Capello Town had always been the only way to Count Yanbao's territory from Corvado. During peacetime, Yanbao was one of the two important entrances to the Empire. Thus, as a thoroughfare connecting the Empire's central and border areas, Capello Town was once a flourishing and densely populated town. However, since the Frost Rebellion, the Empire's ruling center had gradually shifted to Seifer and Ampere Seale. Capello Town's position was gradually replaced by Count Yanbao's territory in the south. It began to decline from prosperity.
Since the beginning of the Yanbao rebellion four years ago, the new ruler of Yanbao had doubled the exploitation of the passing merchants, and the commercial activities on this road had become more and more desolate. Until today, this place had become a trade center in the past, and had become a deserted and withered town.
However, the town's original size still remained. The stronghold that was built to protect the merchants was still standing at the northern pass of Grey Mountain. This was the territory of the Corvado Royal Family, so there were Knight patrols here.
However, there was something special today.
The Knight, who should have returned by now, was nowhere to be seen. Warhorses that had lost their masters wandered around the mountain pass. Battle robes with the emblem of the Royal Family of Stars, Moon, and Silver Lily were scattered among the rocks. Broken armors, broken swords, cold corpses, and flowing blood in the valley seemed to be telling the story of a tragic battle.
A silent army was marching forward along the valley. The dense crowd of people seemed to occupy the entire field of vision. Occasionally, a few gray wolves of Corvado would pass through the rocks in the valley, watching the endless march with cold eyes.
On Capello's watchtower, the sentinel Wilian was finally awakened by his companion. The cold morning air made him shrink his neck involuntarily.
"Is it time to change shifts?" He mumbled.
But before he could finish his words, his companion covered his mouth.
"Ugh …" Wilian smelled a nauseating stench that almost made him roll his eyes. "Damn it … What are you doing? Did you just poop?"
"Shut up, Wilian. Do you want to die?" His companion's frightened gaze finally calmed him down. The man pointed outside and said, "Look outside!"
"Outside?"
"Inside the valley. Damn it!"
"What is that?" Wilian pushed his companion away and climbed to the top of the battlements. He gasped. "Where did that army come from? Is it the army from before? Did they come back from Yanbao? "
"That's the White Lion Legion. But these are different. Look at their flags. Their flags are different!"
Weilian squinted his eyes and tried to identify the black flags. He tried to compare the flags with the ones he could remember, but he couldn't find any that matched them.
There was an explosion in his mind, and a thought that almost made him tremble suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Quick … Quick …" He trembled and said to his companion, "It's not our people. It's Yanbao. Yanbao must have rebelled!"
"What do we do?"
"Go and sound the alarm, you damn idiot!"
When the sound of the alarm reverberated over the whole of Capello, the shrill sound of the bell echoed in Erouine's late winter. It finally spread throughout the mountains from Balta to Seifer.
…
Levin? Ornason sat in the carriage, looking gently at a lighthouse in the distance. The blue sea of the Glittering Sea sparkled under the sun. That was the last lighthouse on the cape of Ampere Seale. It marked the end of Erouine's southern border. Further north, past Pelican Fort, was the land of Seifer.
The prince's light blue eyes did not blink. It was as if he could really see all this, but the emptiness in his blue-gray pupils blocked all the beautiful scenery between heaven and earth.
He was not calm. This trip to the south, he had sent away his most beloved sister, but he had achieved the results he wanted most. Erouine's future, for the first time, seemed so real and within reach. It was right in front of him, as if everything was developing for the best. Since the Frost Rebellion, the kingdom had been in constant turmoil. It seemed that at the end of this year, it would really come to an end.
Although the nobles whose interests were hurt would more or less retaliate, most people had already stood on the side of the royal family. Everyone seemed to have had enough of the long-term division and war. People began to feel tired. They finally put down the burden of the past and began to move forward again.
Since the defeat of Duke Arreck in the battle of Ampere Seale, Erouine had shown such signs, and he had only made it come earlier.
"Edessa," Levin suddenly said softly, "If my dream is realized, what about yours?"
"My dream is to be with Your Highness forever and be Your Highness's eyes."
"You always say what I like, but I want to hear what's in your heart."
"This is all true, Your Highness," the maid replied softly, "because only I understand the dream in Your Highness' heart. It is so tall and so glorious. I am willing to remember every detail of it in my heart and tell it to the people who come after me."
"But if there is a dream," her voice became expectant, "I do have such an ideal, Your Highness."
"Oh?"
"I hope that one day, Your Highness can regain the light and see with your own eyes what you have achieved, the smiles of people, and the future of this kingdom."
Levin? Ornason suddenly fell silent.
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