When Vahina opened the door and entered the room, Delfien, the daughter of the prime minister, was writing something on the table.
The room in the fortress was not spacious. It looked like a silver hexagonal beehive with a concave bed on one side of the wall. The desk was made of metal and there was a chair beside it. The prime minister's daughter on the chair was wearing a wrinkled long black dress.
She was wearing a long black dress that dragged along the silver floor. Her figure was graceful, and her long hair was like black sandalwood. Her entire body exuded a fatal attraction, but she was more like a black widow spider.
When she saw Vahina, she put the quill back into the ink bottle and looked up. "What's wrong?"
"It took a lot of effort to coax Elise to sleep. She's scared." Vahina gently closed the door and answered.
"Everyone is scared, especially in times like this." Delfien picked up the parchment on the table and rolled it into a cylinder. "But at least she has a good sister."
She put the scroll into the cylinder and closed the lid. She then looked at Vahina and sized her friend up. "You've changed a lot."
Vahina's expression was calm. She was only wearing a simple military corset, and her blonde hair was tied up behind her head. She looked more like an ordinary female knight than the heiress of Mehotofen. After going through so many things, the arrogant and unruly young lady no longer had the air of arrogance. She had learned to be mature and tolerant.
When she heard the prime minister's daughter's words, she forced a smile. "Thank you. I was too childish in the past."
Delfien put the cylinder on the table and gestured for Vahina to sit down. "How's the situation outside? I've been writing all this while. I heard that the Crystal Cluster's attack is fierce."
"It's bad. They seem to be endless. Our forces are already stretched thin." Vahina nodded. "Most of us are leaning towards retreating, but your grandfather and Lord Valla have not made a decision. As for the civilians who came with us, Mister Nidevan has decided to evacuate them to the Loven Forest.
"My father is not a man of great importance, but he's more than capable of being a civil officer." Delfien mocked with a slight smile. She then changed her tone and said seriously, "But the civilians can leave, but the others must stay here. Oh, and other than the elderly and women, the young and strong among the civilians must stay as well."
Vahina looked at her in surprise. "But the generals think that the acropolis outside the fortress can last for three days at most. If we're trapped in the fortress, we'll be trapped to death."
Delfien seemed to have expected Vahina's surprise and smiled. "It's not that serious. Our main problem now is that the undead army of Madara can't reach us. That's why our forces are stretched thin. And it just so happens that something as serious as the Disaster of White Mountain happened at this time. The elves sealed the borders, and the army and Madara confronted each other at the border. That's why the problem seems to have become a dead knot. But it's just a 'seeming' and not a real 'dead knot', because everyone knows, including the Elven Court itself, that the root of the problem is not the undead, but the Bugas — "
"Perhaps very few people have told you that there has always been a serious disagreement between our world and the Silver Folk. It's not difficult to find this when you look back at history. On the one hand, the weak mortals occupy the main resources on the continent, while the excellent and powerful Silver Folk can only choose to hide. On the other hand, the mortals themselves also have such an inferiority complex. We subconsciously fear the power of the Silver Folk … This suspicion has been around for a long time, even since the era of the War of the Holy Saints. And today, the distrust of the Bugas towards the mortals has deepened the contradiction. "
"It can be said that the Bugas have never really trusted the mortals. They pretend to be guardians, monitoring the chaotic border of the world, living above the clouds, and intervening in the disputes of the mortal world with a high and mighty attitude. More importantly, they have their own way of doing things and attitude, and we have never really understood what those wizards want to do, so we can't judge whether their attitude is good or bad. "
"In fact, it is this attitude that has touched the sensitive nerves of the mortals, because whether it is the Cruz people or the wind elves, they have achieved their status through resistance. We will never allow the fact that the Dark Dragon is above the mortals to appear again, and the shadow of the Bugas behind the disaster of White Mountain has only magnified this uneasiness and put all the contradictions on the table. "
"So to untie this knot and let Saint-ausol and Madara return to the negotiating table, we just have to change the attitude of the Bugas, and find the real mastermind behind the disaster of White Mountain —"
Vahina shook her head. "But even if Saint-ausol and Madara return to the negotiating table now, it's too late." She sighed again. "We don't have that much time."
"Of course there is." Delfien blinked. "Do you trust me?"
Vahina was already full of admiration for her friend's wisdom. She nodded subconsciously, but then said with some difficulty. "But the decision of the nobles is not that easy to influence. If they see no hope, I'm afraid your grandfather and my father will make a decision."
"Then before they make a decision, we have to change everything."
Vahina could not help but widen her eyes. Changing the decision of the Noble Assembly, was that something they could interfere with?
If it was not for the fact that the person sitting in front of her was the Flower of the Empire, famous for her wisdom, and the eldest daughter of generations of Nidevan, Vahina would have thought that her friend had gone mad.
Delfien was not afraid at all. She spoke frankly. "It's difficult for the average person, but you and I have a natural advantage at this moment. To change the decision of the nobles, we only need to win over a few voices with real weight. The Duke of Mehotofen, the Prime Minister of the Empire, the Great Holy See Valla, represent the local, central, and Holy Sanctum respectively. Plus your teacher, Madam Veronica, if the military is on our side, what can the rest of them decide?"
Vahina shook her head: "I wouldn't dare to say that. Our fathers would never listen to our nonsense."
"That's not necessarily true." Delfien's lips curled into a sly smile. "By the way, how's the matter I asked you to do?"
Vahina looked at Delfien strangely and shook her head. "I've asked Father about it for you. He said he has never seen the ring, but he seems to be very angry and told me not to interfere." There was a hint of doubt in her blue eyes. "Delfien, do you know something? Is the ring important? My father seems to be very concerned about it …"
Delfien did not answer directly. Instead, she asked. "What about the other nobles?"
"No, they have never seen the ring. The Great Holy See did not mention it either."
Delfien's face finally showed a strange smile. "Vahina, I've asked Valla and my grandfather. Guess what they said?"
Vahina looked at her in confusion.
"Of course they don't dare to answer." Delfien smiled coldly. "Vahina, I'll tell you. The ring is the symbol of the Empire's highest authority, the Sacred Ring of Fire, the symbol of Cruz's throne. It did not go missing with Queen Constance's death. I'm very sure it's in my grandfather's hands. "
"What!" Vahina was shocked when she heard Delfien's words. "Delfien, you —"
Delfien was much calmer. "In the Empire, there is only one way to change the decision of the Noble Council. That is His Majesty's decree. But Prince Lenarette is not the Emperor of the Empire yet. For the time being, the Sacred Ring of Fire can represent the Empire's highest authority. "
"But Delphine, the Sacred Ring of Fire is just a ring. While it carries the agreement between the nobles and the royal family, the token itself does not represent the Kirrlutz Emperor. Only when the heir to the throne of Kirrlutz holds it will the agreement be binding. Don't forget that," Vahina was no stranger to the secret code between the royal family and the nobles, and quickly found a loophole and reminded her friend, "I remember that Queen Constance did not appoint any prince to inherit the crown of the Empire before she died, so even His Royal Highness, the eldest son of the Kirrlutz Emperor, had to fulfill the Golden Flame Ritual Contract before he could inherit the throne."
"No, Vahina. Her Majesty had appointed a successor before she died." Delfien replied calmly.
"What … How is that possible?" Vahina blurted out. Her beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief. "Wasn't it rumored that she plotted to kill all the successors? Prince Lenarette only managed to escape because he took refuge in Erouine. "
"I saw it with my own eyes." Delfien said confidently. But of course, she did not see it with her own eyes. She stood far away when Her Majesty entrusted her son to her. It was just a guess in her heart. Of course, she was now sure that her guess was accurate. "Her Majesty had appointed a successor before she died. According to the agreement between the nobles and the king, she handed the ring to Great Saint Valla and my grandfather for safekeeping."
Vahina was puzzled. "You mean they hid Her Majesty's will? … B-But that's unbelievable. Delfien, can I be sure that everything you said is true? "
Delfien showed a look of disdain. "The reason is simple. The successor appointed by Her Majesty Constance is not anyone from the royal bloodline."
Even though Vahina tried her best to hold it in, she could not help but cry out when she heard the news. She asked her friend with a trembling voice. "Delfien, the successor appointed by Her Majesty, could it be you?"
Delfien covered her mouth and chuckled. She could not help but laugh. "What are you thinking? You know this person too. He is not Her Majesty's political ally. On the contrary, they are enemies."
Vahina frowned. The Queen of Silver had too many enemies. She couldn't even count all of them in the Empire, not to mention the vast sea outside the Empire. How was she supposed to guess? But for some reason, the first person that appeared in her mind was someone from Erouine. She subconsciously looked at the prime minister's daughter. Delfien smiled. "Perhaps it is the person you are thinking of."
"I've never thought of such a person." Vahina hurriedly defended herself without thinking. But the moment she spoke, she realized that something was wrong. Her face immediately turned red.
She lowered her head, looking like an ostrich.
The prime minister's daughter could not help but smile.
But when she thought of her own ridiculous actions, she could not smile anymore.
"Her Majesty … Why would she choose B-Mister Brando? Even though he is a count, he is still a noble of Erouine." Vahina could not help but ask.
"Because from a certain point of view, Her Majesty is more far-sighted than any of us." Delfien also sorted out her emotions. A glimmer of light flashed in her light purple eyes. That was the kind of person she admired the most. "Changing the decision of the nobles of Cruz is just the beginning. The Wind Elves, Fanzin, Madara's envoy, and the nobles of the Silver Cove who may arrive at any time. In order to convince everyone that there is still hope to defend this fortress, we must balance the forces of all sides."
"This is almost an impossible task, but there is still a possibility —"
"The royal siblings of Saint-Ausol, although their identities are rarely known, but at the critical moment, they will definitely be swayed by that person's opinion. And the old white wolf of Silver Cove, and now the nun princess, are even closer to him. The attitude of the Druids of Aleranta has long been known. And there is also a well-known fact, that is, the Silver Folk also support him. "
"He's the only one who can fuse these fragmented powers together. Now, all he needs is a stage. In fact, Her Majesty has already given him the key to this stage. "
"That is the highest laurel of the Cruz Empire. She personally gave it away."
That may be the last hope she left for the world.
Delfien was silent.
1440 years ago, the Dwarf King Califen abandoned the covenant and withdrew from the Holy Alliance with the Temple of Earth.
1130 years ago, the Hazel people and the Four Holy Cathedrals announced a break.
1000 years ago, the Four Holy Cathedrals successively established their country.
From that moment on, the sacred oath was no more.
The covenant of the Seven Kings had long since ceased to exist.
But perhaps on the sacred white plains, the people may one day gather again, and when they choose the Holy King with the sword, a new era will begin.
That time, he will be the Flame King Gretel.
And this time, what kind of name will be engraved on the Azure Stone Tablet?
She clenched her fists.
"Vahina, we must fulfill Her Majesty's last wish and let the Holy Ring of Fire find its rightful owner," Delfien told her friend seriously, "but I have to do something, so you must convince your father, my grandfather, Veronica, and Mangrove to support this matter."
"Me?" Vahina pointed at herself, extremely surprised, "How can I do that? Besides, what about His Highness Lenarette, that is his throne, aren't we going too far? And there are many nobles in Ludwig who support him, including General Mangrove, they will not support us. "
"But they must support the Holy Ring of Fire, the nobles will not go against the agreement," Delfien smiled mysteriously, "and this is not a plot to seize the throne, we are just borrowing it for a period of time, all for the sake of justice, I believe the Crown Prince will understand."
"Really?" Vahina was a little doubtful, but she did not think that her friend would lie to her, not to mention that she did not know what was going on in the head of the prime minister's daughter.
"This is the agreement," Delfien winked playfully at her, "and don't worry, I will convince His Highness Lenarette."
Vahina was silent for a moment, but she finally made up her mind. She looked up and asked, "Then what should I do?"
Delfien smiled, revealing her fox tail, "You have the secret of the Holy Ring of Fire, as long as you can convince your father, my grandfather, and the Great Holy See Vala, you can use the ring to influence the nobles' decision. Although I believe my grandfather and the Great Holy See are hesitant, you must understand that an agreement is an agreement, they will compromise.
"Then there is the Wind Elves; the Elves keep their promises, if Cruz chooses to stand firm, the Wind Elves will most likely not sit idly by. Most importantly, although the royal siblings have not exerted any influence on this negotiation, they have the power to make the final decision, the Elves will not go against the will of the Ring of the Wind Empress. If you can represent the count, I believe they will make their own choice — "
Vahina took a deep breath when she heard this. She never dreamed that in this small room, in just a few moments, she and her good friend had discussed such a huge conspiracy.
This was not only a fight for the throne, but also the future of the continent. If what Delfien said was true, then did it not mean that they had decided the fate of countless people in just a few moments?
Vahina could not help but re-evaluate her friend, as if she wanted to see how much ambition was hidden in her.
"What about you, Delfien, what are you going to do?"
"Of course, to live up to your expectations. Didn't I say before?" Delphine replied with a smile. "That's what I'm going to do."
At that moment, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.
Delfien looked up.
"It seems that the person I have been waiting for is here." She said.
Vahina turned around and saw an unfamiliar lady standing outside the door. She was very tall, much taller than most men. She wore a long silver robe and held a staff in her hand. Her bright silver hair casually draped over her body.
"You're here, Mistress Mithril," Delfien said apologetically, "I'm sorry about what happened to Mister Rajack."
"That has nothing to do with you," the Silver Dragon sighed, "Everyone can die in this war, and I believe that my lover died a worthy death."
She paused for a moment, then spoke again.
"Let's go, Leviathan has already entered the battlefield. If we are any later, it will be difficult for us to leave this place."
Delfien nodded, picked up the letter on the table, and stood up.
"Thank you for your trouble, Mistress Mithril."
"Vahina, we will meet on the White Plains. Take care, my friend."
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