At that moment, time seemed to have frozen.
The young viscount was drenched in cold sweat as he mustered all his strength to speak: "W-what are you trying to do?"
The Emerald Knight pointed at the bag on his back. [His meaning is clear. The sword on you.]
"You were the one who told me to bring the sword out —" Tirste took a deep breath and started panting heavily: "What are you trying to do?"
When he said the last sentence, the young Viscount was almost roaring in anger!
Tirste had never been toyed with like this in his entire life. He felt like he was being toyed with like a little girl. Instead of playing games with this freak, he would rather be killed by the other party.
But when he saw the petrified captain not far away from him, Tirste couldn't help but shudder.
The Emerald Knight's face was expressionless. Of course, his cold mask didn't reveal any emotions. He pointed at the long bundle on Tirste's back and pressed on his chest.
The young viscount understood the knight's meaning. The knight wanted him to hand over the sword.
But what kind of joke is this?
If I hand over the sword, how am I going to answer to the other senators and elders in All For One? It wasn't easy for him to gain the attention of the higher-ups in All For One because of this mission. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent an entire squad of elite knights to protect him.
But now, not only did he lose these knights, he might also lose this important thing. If this matter is pursued, no matter what his status in All For One is, he might not be able to walk away unscathed.
He might be the Holy Son, but he wasn't the only one.
Tirste panted heavily as he glared at the Emerald Knight with bloodshot eyes. He wanted to see if there was any change in the knight's expression, but it was a pity that the helmet didn't allow him to see any expression.
The young viscount pondered for a moment as he struggled internally. He had no doubt that if he refused, the knight would turn him into a statue as well.
He didn't understand why the Emerald Knight let him go so many times. There was no reason for the knight to only keep him alive. The knight could have easily killed him and taken the Lionheart Sword. But the knight didn't do so and instead gave him a choice.
Was it just for fun?
But this was obviously unrealistic.
Tirste hesitated for a moment before he finally made a difficult decision. "What do you think?" Tirste looked at the young man and hesitated for a moment before he made a difficult decision. The young man reached a hand behind his back, untied the long bundle, and threw it to the other party.
"Why didn't you kill me?" he asked at the same time.
The Emerald Knight bent down and picked up the Lionheart Sword. It was as if he wasn't afraid of Tirste's sneak attack at all. Tirste took a deep breath and suppressed his urge to attack.
The unimaginable strength displayed by this monster made him unable to even muster the will to resist. Of course, it wasn't that he didn't resist, but the result was a crushing defeat. He had already experienced this feeling once on the island in the middle of the lake.
The Emerald Knight glanced at Tirste.
"You're not willing to accept your fate, but you're willing to bow to the other side?" The Emerald Knight asked.
This was the first time Tirste heard the Emerald Knight speak. His voice was muffled under the helmet, and he couldn't tell whether he was male or female.
"Which side?" Tirste frowned, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in his dark green eyes.
The young viscount was ready to throw caution to the wind. The worst that could happen was death. He didn't even care about the punishment from the Unifying Guild. He handed over the Lionheart Sword to the Emerald Knight because he wanted to know why this monster was so against him.
"There's nothing wrong with being rebellious towards the world, but to be used by others because of that is foolish." The Emerald Knight replied.
"You're talking about the Unifying Guild?" Tirste asked: "I'm just using them."
"Weak." The Emerald Knight picked up the Lionheart Sword and walked towards the river. Tirste watched as the strange Knight walked towards the stone bridge and threw the Lionheart Sword into the cold water.
At that moment, he thought the Knight had gone mad, but he quickly calmed down.
What did it matter if the Knight was mad or not?
The Knight of the Lake's last sentence was still echoing in his mind. 'Weak?' Tirste felt that he was indeed weak, but he suddenly smiled bitterly. He couldn't help but think about how he should deal with the punishment from the Unifying Guild.
He raised his head again to look at the culprit who had caused all this trouble.
But the Emerald Knight was nowhere to be seen.
… …
For a girl like Freya who came from the countryside of Bucce, the days in the Royal Knight's Academy seemed to pass faster than anywhere else. The withered leaves on the trees were dyed a golden red yesterday, but in the blink of an eye, they were all gone.
This was the resting time between training sessions, and the future Goddess of War was sitting on the stone steps in a daze.
She rested her chin on the hilt of her sword, hugging it with both hands as she stared at the dark green mountains in the distance. When she saw the bare shadows of the trees, she realized that winter was coming. It had been almost half a year since she came here!
She thought in a daze.
She slowly got used to the life here, and the change in her mentality made her ignore the changes in her surroundings. The summer leaves were lush, the autumn leaves were red, and the winter leaves were withered. A year had passed just like that.
Her daily life had become as boring as an ascetic. In order to become stronger, she had pushed away all activities. Every day, she would train, rest, train, and rest. This future Goddess of War was trying her best to reach her goal.
She couldn't tell if it was for the sake of everyone in Bucce, or if it was just because of the young man's expectations for her. But every time she thought of Brando's gentle and caring gaze, Freya's heart skipped a beat, and she felt as if she couldn't breathe.
Sometimes, she felt that it was too embarrassing for her to be like this, but she couldn't get rid of his shadow.
"Brando, Brando …."
She unconsciously muttered his name, and didn't notice that someone had come in front of her. Then, the future Goddess of War was shocked and raised her head. She saw the black-haired Knight standing in front of her with her hand on her sword, and her face turned red.
Freya stood up at a loss, and did not know where to place her hands.
"What's wrong?" Maynild tilted her head and looked at her.
"No …. Nothing …." Freya lowered her head and answered absentmindedly. She felt that even she couldn't believe her own words.
But this time, the strict Knight didn't scold her like she usually did, or ask her why she wasn't alert at all.
She came over and put her hand on her forehead without saying a word. Her palm was cold. This intimate action made Freya freeze, and the future Goddess of War was so scared that she almost turned around and ran away. But when she saw Maynild's dark and caring eyes, she was stunned.
"Homesick?" Maynild put down her hand and asked in a low voice without any expression on her face.
"No …." Freya shook her head, but suddenly nodded. She thought that if she didn't go along with what Vivian said, she wouldn't be able to explain what she was doing there.
"Freya, you're such an idiot." She scolded herself in her heart. "You can't even lie. That guy can lie without blushing!"
Maynild sighed when she saw that the young lady's mind had wandered off again. She could roughly guess what the other lady was thinking. But she didn't ask. Instead, she put her hand under her shawl and took out a letter.
"His letter."
"Brando's letter?" Freya was startled and blurted out. But she immediately realized that something was wrong and subconsciously covered her mouth. This was a little too obvious.
Maynild's expressionless face flashed a smile. This was the first time that Freya saw her smile. "So his name is Brando. Lucky guy."
"Lucky …. What lucky …." Freya lowered her head and felt that her ears were burning. She defended herself with a voice that was so soft that even she couldn't hear it. But she still hurriedly took the letter with a cautious look.
At this time, the two heard the sound of a carriage's wheels. The sudden sound came from one side of the road outside the academy. But at this time of the year, very few people came back from outside. Both of them were attracted by the sound and turned around at the same time.
They immediately saw a white carriage, like a ghost breaking through the morning fog, slowly driving into the academy. Then it slowly passed by the two of them and entered the depths of the academy. Freya knew that the direction was the residence of Her Royal Highness. It was guarded by the royal Knight and ordinary people couldn't enter.
"That's …." She whispered.
Maynild saw the shield-shaped article on the carriage. The violet on it was so eye-catching. She looked at it for a while and said, "Someone from Anthony. Another lucky guy."
The Knight's tone was a little unfriendly.
"What?" Freya was startled.
"Nothing." Maynild shook her head. Her long and beautiful black hair had always made Freya envious. "You just focus on your own things. Freya, you're improving very quickly. Don't be discouraged."
"Thank …. Thank you."
The Knight paused for a while and remembered something. "By the way, did that guy come to you again?"
Freya was stunned and then realized that the Knight was talking about the second son of Earl Bekberg. She had cut off contact with him since Maynild reminded her, but she didn't expect him to gather a group of people to make trouble for her.
In the end, the Knight somehow found out about that matter and she personally taught those people a lesson. The second son of Earl Bekberg was even almost expelled from the academy because of it.
However, the matter was left unsettled. Although Freya was a little confused, she knew that it was the result of a compromise. But she was already very grateful. In comparison, she was just a commoner.
But why was she bringing it up now?
She raised her head and looked at Maynild in confusion.
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