Walking out of the woods, Brando saw the person standing on the top of the mountain. The sea breeze blew gently. Delfien stood under a European maple, one hand holding the back of her hat, her long black hair fluttering in the wind. She looked up at the distant coastline.
In the distance, the green hills and the blue sea intersected. There was a white line on the shore, and the sound of gulls could be heard. The white city of Latakia was located in a bay. Today, the prime minister's daughter was wearing a navy blue dress. The hem of the dress was raised, revealing the black stockings underneath. Her charming curves contrasted nicely with the fiery red fruits on the wild apple tree by the mountain.
When she heard the sound, she turned around and looked at Brando with her purple eyes. A smile bloomed on her face, revealing her white teeth. "How is it?"
"Very good."
"I mean, how is it? Is it beautiful?" The prime minister's daughter lifted her dress with both hands, leaned slightly to the side, and asked with a faint smile.
Brando was stunned for a moment, then nodded and answered honestly, "Very beautiful."
"Thank you for the compliment."
"We should be the ones saying thank you. You did better than all of us imagined. Even the Bugas were impressed by your speech. I heard from Miss Mithril that it was quite a wonderful speech —"
"But I don't want you to say thank you to me." Delfien raised her head proudly. "I only want you to fall in love with me."
Brando shook his head. "But you know."
"I know." Delfien closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly. She took a few steps towards the top of the mountain and took a deep breath. Her full chest rose and fell as she answered word by word, "But I don't care!"
Brando saw Delfien really closed her eyes and walked towards the cliff. He was shocked and quickly stepped forward to grab her hand. "Be careful, what are you doing?"
But what he saw was a pair of sly eyes.
Delfien turned around and looked at him with a faint smile. "I want to be in a new relationship and throw away the past. The person I want to pursue is the most outstanding man in the world, so I have to give it my all —"
Brando looked at her sincere eyes and was speechless for a moment.
"You always give it your all."
"That's why I won't regret it." Delfien was a little sad when she didn't get the answer she wanted, but she immediately shook her head. "One day, I'll make you agree."
Brando smiled bitterly. "Is this considered irrational?"
"So what? Emotions are wild to begin with, but my gaze has always been clear."
Yes, Brando stared at the conflicted girl. She was fanatical, yet calm, ambitious, yet persevering in some incomprehensible things. What kind of family, what kind of life, could create such a treasure?
The prime minister's daughter tucked a strand of hair behind her head and looked back at the scenery she had been looking at. Suddenly, she said, "After the war between the revenants and the Bugas, the situation in the Wilderness of the Four Realms is very different. The power of the Twilight may temporarily retreat, and people can finally breathe a sigh of relief and reconvene the Wilderness of the Four Realms. I heard that this time, even the Toquinin and Hazaire will be represented … "
She tilted her head. "So, where do you plan to go next?"
"I'll go with you to Saint-Ausol this time." Brando replied.
Delfien smiled very happily. She quietly took Brando's hand. "This will be another Sacred Conference."
"Is that what you want?"
Brando looked at her.
"What's the difference?" The prime minister's daughter turned her head, her eyes reflecting the azure color, clear and infatuated. "I want to personally put you in that position and win that crown for you."
Brando did not say anything, but surprisingly, he did not refute her.
He allowed Delfien to gently hold his hand. Their cold fingers intertwined with each other.
The two of them held hands tightly, and just like that, they were silent, looking at the land in the distance.
That was the last scene of the Year of the Sword.
The boundless green field.
… …
Dressed in a dignified long dress, the Count's daughter held a holy sword in her hand. Under the protection of the Knight, she gently jumped out of the carriage and stood in place, looking up at the towering city gate.
Ampere Seale, she had once again returned to this city in her lifetime. This city carried too many of her memories.
It was already the end of January, and the season was just beginning to fade. On the banks of the Monibel River, teams of Knight were going in and out of the city gate. The arrival of the Dwarf King Califen and his dwarven heavy cavalry caused quite a commotion, but fortunately, Bretton recognized the captain of the Knight who came to take charge, and thus the misunderstanding and conflict was resolved.
News of Corvado's great victory had already spread throughout Erouine. When the Knight knew that the Dwarf King had come, he respectfully bowed to the latter, thanking him for his righteousness.
Then he described the current situation in the south to Bretton and the others.
After the battle of Tónigel, the allied forces of the nobles of the north and south had in fact disappeared. Except for a few unlucky ones who died in the war, most chose to surrender. However, this time, Her Royal Highness did not forgive these people's crimes, and instead imprisoned them all.
Such a harsh punishment naturally caused a strong resistance, but then the Tónigel people used their strength to teach these nobles a painful lesson.
They let Randner win the battle, and completely sealed the victory of the war in the south.
After the rebellion in Lantonilan was quelled, Haruz entered Offa under the escort of the Knight Regiment to reclaim Arreck. Three weeks ago, the third column of the White Lion Legion stationed near Arreck began a counterattack, and within a week, captured Ampere Seale.
At this time, the Royal Fleet was attacking the Count of Gray Mountain under the command of His Royal Highness. The battle to recover the north that Erouine had been looking forward to for a long time was about to start. The kingdom that had been divided for a long time seemed to finally come to an end at this moment.
In the south, the Tónigel people led by Princess Gryphine had successively conquered Magitan and Kurkel, and besieged the important minister under Duke Grinoires, Megeschke, in Braggs. The Highland Knight had already pledged allegiance to the Royal Family and entered Viero from Karsuk. Although the nobles of the south had not finally surrendered, it was only a matter of time before they were defeated.
When the Knight Regiment of the White Lion Legion heard the news, these young people all cheered. This was the future of the kingdom — the dream that they had been pursuing all this time. Finally, at this moment, everyone could see the dawn of victory.
After today, Erouine would be reborn in the flames, ushering in a new kingdom.
The young people all bid farewell to Bretton and Manrique, requesting to return to the ranks and rejoin the White Lion Legion. They were only waiting for His Royal Highness — the future King — to give the order, and truly grasp the victory in their hands.
Bretton silently looked at the turbulent waves of the bay, his chest also surging with emotions.
From Fortress Riedon to being a small guard captain until today, he had witnessed the collapse and rise of this kingdom, witnessed the nobles fighting for power, the shadows of swords, and schemes behind the scenes.
And finally, one day, this ancient kingdom would see the light of day again.
But he understood that all of this was due to that person.
"As expected," he shook his head, "It's still too far away …"
"Everything is coming to an end," Manrique suddenly said.
"Yes."
No one knew what the future would hold.
However, the kingdom was waving goodbye to its past. When history and the future intersected, a new sunrise would rise from the horizon once again.
In the crowd, Dilferi was also silent. When she heard the news of Baron Dahl's death, she found that there was not the slightest ripple in her heart. It turned out that after experiencing so much, compared to what she had seen and heard in the past year, everything she had experienced was just so insignificant.
She looked at the Holy Sword in her hand and was stunned for a moment.
"Where is that Count Tónigel?" The Dwarf King Califen suddenly interjected. He carried his warhammer on his shoulder and looked down at them condescendingly, "After talking for so long, where is the hero of Erouine?"
Where did Count Tónigel go?
The Knight Captain was also stunned.
"My Lord, he … seems to be no longer in Erouine …"
"What?"
… …
"My Lord Duke, are you there?"
The maidservant held an apron with one hand and gently knocked on the door with the other. Then she turned her head and looked at the two Knights behind her with her beautiful brown eyes. She shook her head and whispered, "My Lord said that he wanted to be alone for a while."
"My Lord has been alone for a day and a night," one of the Knights could not help but say, "And he hasn't eaten a single grain of rice."
"But —" The maidservant wanted to say something, but before she could speak, the other Knight had already grabbed her hand and pulled her away. At the same time, he gave his companion a look.
"Wait, you can't!" The maidservant was shocked.
The first Knight had already grabbed the doorknob with one hand and slammed it heavily. With a loud bang, the thin wind wooden door was directly broken. The Knight pushed the door open with one hand. Before he could take a step, he heard a terrified scream behind him.
"My Lord Martha!" The maidservant looked into the room with a pale face. She covered her mouth with both hands and almost fell to the ground. "My Lord Martha, my Lord Duke …"
The Knight also took a step back with a solemn expression.
In the study, Duke Viero was wearing his favorite robe when he was alive. He was sitting in his chair with a livid face.
The former ruler of this land was now tilting his head lifelessly. Green foam was dripping from the corner of his mouth to his chest. His eyes were wide open, and his stiff hands were placed on the table. His right hand, with blue veins popping out, was tightly holding an empty crystal bottle.
A suicide note was quietly placed on his desk.
"Ah —!" The maidservant screamed again and rushed out of the room.
One of the Knight tried to grab her, but was stopped by his companion. The Knight grabbed his companion's hand and shook his head. "Let her go. It's also a good time to inform the others that Sir Christopher is not here. There is no one in charge in the castle."
"Then what do we do now?"
"Did you see the letter? We have to protect this place," the Knight replied calmly. "Go and inform Miss Eugenie. She has the right to know everything. From now on, no one except the members of the House of Viero is allowed to enter this room."
His companion nodded silently.
At this moment, Castle Vallenden was in chaos.
… …
"Ready —" The Knight captain raised his hand. "Fire!"
With a soft whoosh, a rain of arrows flew high into the sky, drawing a beautiful parabola in the air. They flew with the wind towards the walls of Braggs in the distance.
The wind rustled the note in Princess Gryphine's hand. She pressed down on her long silver hair and looked up, using her beautiful eyes to look at the city in the distance.
Under the cover of dozens of snake lizards, the White Lion Guards had already begun their attack.
The giant beasts were so large that they were almost at the same height as the walls. All they had to do was turn their bodies sideways and let the soldiers on the towers lower the long ladders so that the commandos could rush up the walls.
The Tree Elves and Centaur Archers on the towers were a nightmare for the nobles' private armies. After losing the advantage of being on top of the city wall, the defensive line that Duke Grinoires had high hopes for had become nothing more than a bubble.
Needless to say, the Valkyries that flew across the sky. Under their pressure, the Wyvern Knights in Bruglas couldn't even fly into the sky.
In less than a quarter of an hour, a white flag was raised on top of Bruglas's city wall.
On top of the castle, the former leader of the silver-winged cavalry, Megeschke, silently looked at the land that once belonged to him.
The black smoke in the city and the flashes of magic that were approaching reminded him that failure was near.
He stood bleakly in the wind, his heart filled with unwillingness. Why did they lose? Not only did the alliance have the support of all the nobles, but they also had the secret intelligence provided by All for One and the support of the powerful Saasalds.
But why did they lose? And they lost so thoroughly.
It was as if the history of Erouine had been completely rewritten overnight.
Everything was like a replay of the Battle of Ampere Seale, a battle that was enough to change the history of a kingdom. After the battle, all the illusions were shattered like bubbles.
Tónigel again.
Why is it always Tónigel?
Megeschke punched the battlements hard. If he had known that the grandson of that damned Darius was under his rule, he would have found that bastard and executed him. But this idea was just an inpractical way to vent his anger. He shook his head, his heart full of regret. He was too anxious and lost everything.
"Sir, we have to go." The attendant came up from behind and tugged at his sleeve, whispering, "It will be too late if we don't go now."
Megeschke nodded. The former commander of the Silver-Winged Cavalry had always been a cautious person who cherished his life. As early as before the first War of the Black Roses, he had pledged his allegiance to All for One, but in the first liquidation of All for One after the Ampere Seale Conference, he had slyly hidden himself under the name of faking his death. It was not until after the second War of the Black Roses that the Royal Faction betrayed the Princess Royal that he regained the trust of Duke Grinoires through the revival of All for One. This person's slyness and forbearance could be seen.
It could be said that the whole world knew that this former leader was a lackey of All For One, but every time, he 'luckily' escaped the judgment of justice. This time, if he hadn't gotten too carried away, he wouldn't have fallen into this situation. But even so, he had arranged a way out for himself. Even if he was stripped of his noble status again, at least the wealth stolen from Braggs would be enough for him to enjoy his old age.
Besides, the nobles might not completely give up. There would always be a day when they would rise from the ashes. He could wait.
He took a last look at the city that once belonged to him with some regret.
Then, he followed the attendant and left the castle's rooftop.
But just as he entered the hall, the attendant let out a scream and fell on his back. Megeschke stared dumbfounded at the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared in front of him with a crossbow in his hand and the trembling arrow in his attendant's throat.
It was a middle-aged man who was extremely down and out.
His hair was disheveled and his face was covered with dust, but only a pair of eyes were still shining. Although the style of a noble could still be seen on his clothes, they had long been tattered and dirty, as if they were picked up from the garbage dump.
But it was such a person who was smiling politely at Megeschke. Then, from the door behind him, two people walked out.
Megeschke was shocked to recognize one of them. It was a low-level member of Braggs's Noble Parliament. He remembered that this person was called Harbutch. It was said that he had a son who was serving in the White Lion Legion and was quite trusted by the princess.
And it was such a person — a person who was usually cowardly, careful, and did not offend anyone — who was now holding a bloody longsword and looking at him coldly.
And the other person, whom Megeschke did not recognize, made him even more afraid. The reason for that was because this man, who was dressed as a knight and had an ordinary appearance, was currently holding a longsword and wearing an exquisite badge on his body. On that badge, there was a candle flame that was shining brightly.
It was a candlelight badge.
In the whole of Erouine, there was only one of it.
"Scott, thank you for bringing us here," the middle-aged man said to the Knight with a smile, his tone full of respect, "If you don't mind, I will take over your duties."
The Knight glanced at Megeschke and nodded silently.
"Oberwei …" Megeschke's voice was a little hoarse, "You won, why do you have to kill me?"
"You killed me and imprisoned me here. Do you think that I don't intend to take revenge?" Oberwei looked at him coldly, "You joined the All For One and sold the information of Bucce to Madara. Do you think that no one knows about it? And the betrayal thirty years ago, do you really think that no one will remember it? "
"But I am a noble, you can't —!"
"Noble, you are just a lackey of the All For One."
Megeschke's eyes widened. He opened his mouth and suddenly roared. He pulled out his longsword and slashed at the two of them.
But before Oberwei could make a move, Megeschke saw a longsword piercing his chest. The funny thing was, he did not even have time to see when the sword was pulled out.
He made a gurgling sound in his throat and trembled as he knelt down.
"You actually dared to attack the son of a Sword Saint," Oberwei said sarcastically. "At least before you die, I admire your courage, old man."
Megeschke fell to the ground.
Scott then pulled back his sword.
Oberwei looked at him and said sincerely, "I haven't seen you for many years, but your swordsmanship hasn't deteriorated at all."
But the man just shook his head silently.
In the evening.
Princess Gryphine finally saw the head of the Silver-winged Cavalry Commander who died with his eyes wide open.
But she did not even look at it. She just turned around and handed the note in her hand to Oberwei.
"My grandfather committed suicide, and the Viero family has surrendered to the Highland Knight of Karsuk. They hope to be protected by me."
"What do you think, Your Highness?"
Gryphine closed her mouth.
She did not know what kind of thoughts she should have in her heart. Was she happy? But not necessarily. After all, he was her grandfather. Maybe she was sad, but maybe she was not.
She shook her head gently, "I am not bloodthirsty, but those who participated in the rebellion must be punished. As for the innocent, invite Miss Eugenie to represent the Viero family as a member of the Parliament of Nobles."
"The Parliament of Nobles, is it the new Parliament of Nobles?" Oberwei looked up and asked.
"Yes, the nobles of Erouine will be reborn in this war and lead the country with a new attitude. There is no need to leave the old things behind." Gryphine laughed self-deprecatingly, "At first, I wanted to promise you an earl's land, but now it seems that I will have to break my promise."
Oberwei was concerned about this and shook his head.
"These are not my pursuits. Although it may be a little pretentious to say this, but compared to your Knight, it is nothing. But at least I am glad that some people are blinded by profit and greed, but there are always people who have not joined them. "
"Teacher, you are one of them."
Oberwei smiled proudly.
Gryphine looked at him and asked, "Teacher, I would like to invite you to be the first speaker of the Parliament of Erouine."
When the lone wolf of Erouine heard this question, he looked at the sunset in the distance with some emotion.
He was silent for a while before giving the answer to this question. "There should be a more suitable candidate for this position," he said, "Whether it is the eldest son of the king or Brando, they are more suitable than me."
"My brother is indeed the hero of Erouine."
Oberwei was a little surprised that Her Highness deliberately avoided that person.
But Gryphine only raised her head and gazed calmly at the stars that rose faintly in the east. She had finally realized her dream and reestablished the faith of this kingdom. But at this moment, she found that she did not feel much joy in her heart.
It turned out that she had lost more because of this.
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