With a creak, Amandina raised her head in the darkness and turned her stiff neck. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw someone open the iron door, and the jailer led the others in from outside.
Then came the sound of flint striking, and soon the light of a fire lit up.
The bright torch was held in the hands of the clumsy woman, and the light shone into Amandina's eyes, causing her to squint uncomfortably.
Outside the iron door stood two Knights in addition to the woman. They wore armor that was very different from the style of Erouine, and the metal armor reflected a bright luster in the light of the fire. The two Knights, one older and the other younger.
"Let her out." The older knight ordered the woman who was in charge of Amandina's custody.
"Wait, my Lord, she's shackled," The woman took out a bunch of keys and quickly replied, "Let me unlock it for her first."
"Then hurry up." The Knight said impatiently.
The woman came to Amandina's side and grabbed the shackles on her hands. Amandina struggled symbolically, but to no avail. The former deftly inserted the key into the hole and twisted it, and the shackles on her hands fell off with a clatter.
The shackles were connected to the wall of the dungeon with an iron chain. It was only a few meters long, and within the range of the chain, she could not leave her bed.
The dungeon was dark and damp, full of a moldy smell, and there was a messy pile of straw in the corner. Occasionally, a few rats could be seen scurrying over it.
The young Knight frowned as he looked at the environment. He looked at the heavy metal shackles on the ground, and then looked at the scars on the female prisoner's snow-white wrists, and could not help but feel sympathy. "Who is this woman, is she an extremely powerful witch?"
"Oh," The older Knight chuckled. "Don't underestimate her, this woman is not simple. I heard that she is the princess of this small country. But be careful, Wizard Sadr wants to see her, don't cause any problems for me. "
The young knight let out a hollow laugh and quickly nodded in agreement.
Amandina felt the shackles on her feet lighten, and the clumsy woman unlocked the shackles on her feet. But the woman obviously did not know what it meant to have tender feelings for a woman, or perhaps it was jealousy. She purposely used force when she lifted Amandina's ankle, causing Amandina to frown in pain.
But of course, Amandina would not bow to a mere maid. She gritted her teeth and stood up. Although the conditions here were not as good as her 'home' in Braggs, it was not too far off.
She did not say a word, but in her heart, she was secretly paying attention to the situation at the moment.
She had been locked up here for more than half a month. It was as if the other party had forgotten about her existence and only allowed this careless woman to guard her. What was going on today?
In this half a month, Amandina had basically confirmed her location. This should be the lighthouse near Kurkel.
She could see a large number of black pine trees outside the castle when she was outside. These trees that she was familiar with were widely distributed in the Grinoires Province. There was a river near the castle that flowed into a bright body of water in the distance, but she did not know whether it was a lake or the sea.
But it should be a lake. Grinoires was not close to the sea, but it was close to the largest lake in Erouine, Lake Vallenden.
Amandina had been to another famous castle in the Grinoires Province during the Second War of the Black Rose, Fort Vermeer near Braggs. But the layout there was very different from here, and it was unlikely that these people would send her to Madara's undead territory.
After confirming her location, the thing she wanted to do the most was to send this information out, but the woman guarding her was stubborn. Even though she would occasionally tell her about the situation outside, Amandina always felt that it was because there was someone behind her who ordered her to do so.
[What are these people planning to do with me?]
She felt that these people were not from Erouine. Amandina did not forget that she was brought to this place as Princess Gryphine. Even if the people of Erouine did not know the princess, they should at least know that the current heir of the Royal Family of Corvado had mixed Elven blood.
However, the Knights and wizards who escorted her ignored her identity. Knights and wizards were close to nobles in Erouine, especially the head of a Knight. Once a person was conferred the title of a Baron, it was unlikely that these people did not know about the members of the royal family of their own country. It was impossible that they did not know about Princess Gryphine's hair color and basic appearance.
This princess was not one of the dozens of daughters of the kings of other countries. King Oberg the Seventh only had one daughter, and the princess was not unknown in Erouine.
However, the indifference shown by the people who captured her towards the princess's identity was very strange.
More importantly, the words of the elder Knight made her heart skip a beat.
'Don't underestimate her. This woman is not simple. I heard that she is the princess of this small country. But be careful, Wizard Sadr wants to see her. Don't cause any trouble. '
The princess of this small country.
They were not from Erouine.
But where were they from? Why were they in Erouine?
If they said that Erouine was a small country, then their country must be very big. Even if it was not as big as the four great empires, it should not be comparable to a small kingdom or dukedom.
She first confirmed that these people were not from Cruz. The Cruz people's golden hair color and blue eyes were their most obvious characteristics. Even the mixed-blood people more or less retained this characteristic.
What's more, Cruz was close to Erouine, and the relationship between the two countries was still messy. Even if the Cruz people did not take Erouine seriously, they should have at least heard of the princess's reputation.
After all, the princess was known throughout the Silver Bay coastal states for her appearance.
Amandina suddenly thought of another title that the other party mentioned.
Wizard Sadr –
She was slightly startled, but then her heart skipped a beat.
Wasn't that the leader of the Bugas?
Amandina had a good memory, and her knowledge was something that few people in Trentheim could match. Although she did not know the Bugas as well as Brendel did, she at least knew the names of the twelve leaders of the Bugas wizards.
Could it be that the Bugas were behind this?
Amandina suddenly felt a chill in her heart.
If the mastermind behind this conspiracy was really the Bugas, then how could she resist? How could Erouine resist these high and mighty Silver People? The more she thought about it, the more flustered she became. She was suddenly afraid that Brando would come to her rescue.
That was the leader of the Bugas. No matter how powerful he was, how could he be a match for the best of the Silver People?
Every leader of the Bugas had existed for a long time. Even the youngest of them, Silverfire Tulaman, had existed for one or two hundred years. And Wizard Sadr was one of the most powerful of them. In fact, it was said that the power of this Wizard was only second to a few super-first-rate existences in the Silver Alliance.
Those few people were Solomon, William, and Heryanov.
"But maybe not?"
Amandina bit her lower lip. These people might be intimidating her, just to break her psychological defenses. It was not that she did not have such doubts in her heart. After all, the Bugas had not interfered in the affairs of the surface for hundreds of years. Why would they suddenly break their own tradition?
"Help her up."
At this time, the older Knight spoke to the jailor.
The clumsy woman came over and was about to lift her arm, but Amandina frowned and swept her hand away, standing up on her own. The Knight looked at her in surprise, but did not say anything.
Amandina looked at the two Knight and suddenly remembered another legend.
Could these people be the legendary Banxians?
Legend had it that the Banxians were slaves of magic. The Banxians were obsessed with magic and worshipped the Bugas in the sky.
In the Year of the Dragon's Fall, this people voluntarily became the followers of the Saasalds. Among the Banxians, there were generally only two professions — Wizard or Knight. The Arcane Knight was a specialty of the Banxians. Knights were often the guards and followers of Wizards, and it was said that for any Banxians, becoming a Knight of the Silver Folk was their highest honor.
Just like the Bugas, every Banxian was a potential Wizard. Those who could not become Wizards would be eliminated to participate in Knight training, and those who could not become Wizards or Knights would be demoted to lowly jobs like craftsmen and merchants.
Because every Banxian Knight was an eliminated Wizard, they often spent a lot of time learning magic knowledge. This caused them to be much weaker in terms of combat skills and physique compared to the real Knights who were trained as Knights from a young age. However, there were gains and losses. After the baptism of the Mana Pool, the Banxian Arcane Knight could cast magic while wearing heavy armor. This gave them a great advantage in battles with other human and elven Knights.
As a result, the reputation of the Arcane Knight spread like wildfire.
When Amandina saw the senior Knight use an invisible force to open the door to the dungeon, the last shred of hope in her heart was extinguished.
They really were the Banxian Knight.
Could the Sassard Alliance be far away?
When she read about this from the books, she never thought that she would one day meet the Banxians like this.
She had once longed for the vastness and wonders of the world, the beauty of the Nine Phoenixes, the vastness of the Rubic Desert, the desolation and barrenness of the Sea of the Dying Moon, and the different ecology of the mortal kingdoms under the Sassard Alliance and the Four Great Empires.
She also had a dream to see the places described in the books with her own eyes.
But today, when one of her long-cherished wishes came true, Amandina felt a chill in her heart.
She silently followed behind the two, her hands clenched into fists. Her fingertips were white and her nails were almost digging into her flesh, but she did not feel any pain. It was as if all the blood in her body was flowing back. She did not even know how she managed to walk this distance.
This really was the Lighthouse.
When she saw the main structure of the castle, she had already confirmed this. The Lighthouse was built in the year 447 under the supervision of a Wind Elf, so the main structure of the castle was left with the aesthetic style of the Elves.
The bard Cody once said that this castle was one of the most beautiful castles in the Erouine Kingdom, and it lived up to its reputation.
But Amandina was not in the mood to admire it.
Why would the Sassard Alliance suddenly be interested in a small country like the Erouine Kingdom?
Why would they want to capture the Princess?
No, Amandina shook her head in her heart. These people's real goal was to find someone with the pure bloodline of the Erouine Kingdom, but this bloodline was not limited to the Corvado Royal Family, otherwise she would not be able to pass the test.
Could it be that the royal bloodline of the Erouine Kingdom was hiding some kind of secret?
But if that was the case, shouldn't the purest royal bloodline be the descendants of House Seifer? Why would they look for the siblings of the Corvado Royal Family?
Her heart was filled with doubts.
Two Knights guarded Amandina as she entered through the main door, passed through the hall, and went up the stairs.
Amandina looked on coldly as she continued to fill in her guesses.
After being imprisoned for half a month, the other party suddenly asked to see her. Why was that? Perhaps the other party had completely controlled the situation in the Erouine Kingdom and was ready to lay all their cards on the table. Or perhaps there was another reason. They needed an 'insider' familiar with Princess Gryphine to confirm her identity.
And this person had already arrived.
She quickly ruled out the first possibility. According to what the maid told her about the situation outside, although the 'rebels' had the upper hand, they had yet to turn it into a victory. They had not even captured the real princess, and the situation was still very worrying.
It seemed that the Sassard Alliance was not completely without scruples and had not completely made their move.
Of course, Amandina did not know that because of the White Mountain disaster, the Sassard Alliance's Gray Mages were divided into two, and the main force was not in the Erouine Kingdom. Of course, for these high and mighty Silver Folk, this small number of people was far enough to overturn this small kingdom.
Since that was the case, there was only the second possibility left.
Who would be the one who would come?
Knight Amandina had long suspected that there was a traitor in the Royal Faction. Otherwise, these Banxians would not have been able to find her and Her Highness so accurately and attack Prince Haruz, who was on a diplomatic mission in Lantonilan.
This traitor must not be a member of the local nobles because they did not have the ability to access core secrets, and it could not be an old noble because the old nobles could not gain the trust of Her Highness.
So this person could only be a member of the Royal Faction, and must be a core member.
Although Amandina was very reluctant to believe that there would be such a crazy person in the Royal Faction, which once represented Erouine's beliefs, the facts could not be ignored. A few names instantly appeared in her mind.
These names even included the person she was closest to and most trusted.
After all, everyone knew about his relationship with the Bugas.
Amandina almost bit her lip until it bled. Although she would never believe that the Lord would betray Erouine, her natural calmness and rationality made her have to consider this possibility.
But whether it was the Lord or not, as long as it was anyone on this list, it was enough to have a devastating blow to the kingdom.
Amandina couldn't help but feel gloomy.
Everyone often hated traitors more than enemies, and she was no exception. The pain of being betrayed was difficult for outsiders to understand. Amandina clenched her teeth so hard that they almost broke. If hatred could kill, then the real traitor would have died a long time ago.
After walking through a long passage in silence, the Knight stopped.
The young Knight took two steps forward and knocked on the wooden door in front of them. With a creak, the wooden door opened, and a small head popped out from behind, staring at the three of them warily. It was the first time Amandina had seen such a strange magical creature. The other party had a wide nose and big ears, full of distrust towards humans, and asked in a shrill voice, "What are you doing, the master is receiving a guest!"
The two Knight did not dare to be negligent. They knew that this Demon was one of Wizard Sadr's attendants, and quickly replied, "My lord wants to see her."
The Demon glanced at Amandina, and that gloomy gaze made Amandina feel as if she had been stabbed by a sword, and her face turned pale. But fortunately, the Demon quickly withdrew his gaze and nodded, "I'll go and report, you stay here." With that, he closed the door.
But it was at this moment that a reprimand came from inside the door.
It was a woman's angry scream.
"Those trash that you promised me are all done for. Sadr, you'd better take care of your own troubles. Don't let them affect your other plans. That hateful woman really didn't put the Throne of Destiny in the Stagnation Realm, and now I can confirm that it is here, but it's not that simple, you'd better be careful — "
Another voice hurriedly explained, "No, my lord, listen to me, it's just a little trouble. I didn't expect Erouine's people to have the strength to resist, it must be those damn fellows from the Silver Society. But it doesn't matter, I'm mobilizing my men stationed near White Mountain, my lord, you have to believe that mere mortals can't stop the Silver Folk. As for Tónigel's trouble … "
This voice obviously belonged to Wizard Sadr, but Amandina was slightly puzzled, who could make this wizard leader tremble in fear?
Could that woman be the mastermind behind all of this?
The woman's voice coldly interrupted Baron Sadr, "Don't worry about Tónigel anymore, the beacon is already in that person's hands, what you have to do is to find the key first. I hope you can do this well this time, don't let me down again, Sadr, you know what will happen to you."
"Besides," she paused, "don't blame me for not reminding you, if you don't really take your opponents seriously, I think you may not be able to leave this place. But in that case, you don't have to worry about what your opponents will do to you, anyway, you don't need to know this. "
Amandina wanted to continue listening, but she suddenly heard a scream. The wooden door in front of her suddenly shattered into pieces, and a black shadow flew out. It was the spirit from before, but it had already crashed into the wall not far away. Blood flowed out from its head as it breathed its last.
Then a young girl stepped on the debris on the ground and walked out.
"Eh?"
In the smoke, the young girl saw Amandina and softly made a sound of surprise.
Amandina froze at the same time, because she actually saw the merchant girl.
No, that wasn't completely the Roman girl. Because although her size and appearance were exactly the same as the merchant girl, her temperament and demeanor were completely different, and her black hair was completely different from the somewhat curly brown hair of the merchant girl, and her eyes were actually a bright gold.
Those eyes made her somewhat flirtatious appearance full of majesty, like two blazing golden flames. She looked up at Amandina, who was not taller than her, and her eyes were filled with surprise.
"You, you …" Amandina's heart was filled with fear, "you're Dusk …"
The merchant girl smiled slightly.
She stretched out her snow-white and slender fingers, and lifted Amandina's chin, even though the latter was already much taller than her. "Look at who this is, my dear Amandina?" She smiled, turned her head, and said to Sorcerer Sadr who had chased after her, "This is the key you found, Princess Erouine?"
"My Lady, I …"
Sorcerer Sadr was shocked, and just as he was about to say something, Amandina coldly looked at him, and a cloud of black fog had already surged out of her petite body, turning into a black cloud and disappearing from the corridor.
"Just you wait, Sadr, you better not ruin my plans."
Amandina's shrill voice echoed in the corridor.
"And my dear friend, I will cherish the memories between us, but farewell forever."
Amandina's face was white as a sheet.
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