'You yearn for Erouine's flag, but as the daughter of King Oberg and the princess of the royal family, I cannot answer you. My lord, you have fulfilled your promise in Tónigel, and you have set a good example. Now that the north is filled with rebels, and the kingdom is on the verge of collapse, as a direct descendant of the House of Corvado, I cannot back down.'
'I am grateful for your trust. If hope still exists in Erouine, then it must be in our hearts. This letter is to give you an answer. I promise to change this kingdom, even if it costs me everything. '
Princess Gryphine Corvado gently closed the letter, her face calm, as if her worries did not exist in this decaying ship that was about to sink. However, this was only the calm before the storm. The storm was gathering in the sky, and it was about to set off a raging wave.
There was a knock on the door, and a servant in a red robe asked the princess for the third time. The carriage was already waiting outside the palace, and Oberwei, Makarov, and the other important officials had been waiting for a long time.
The meeting with Duke Arreck was imminent. In the current Aouine, there was no one else as important as this person who could change the balance of the entire balance of the balance. Gryphine did not expect the young people in Vlada-Pace to change the situation, and now Erouine only had the army loyal to Vernon that could contend against the alliance of the northern dukes.
It was not that her half-brother did not try to rope Arreck into his camp, but he could not offer such a high price. Gryphine knew the old fox's plan. He needed her to give birth to an heir with royal blood to legally take over Erouine's throne. Ever since the Ten Years Edict, the family had been plotting for this position for a long time.
However, she would rather have blood flowing in front of the throne than allow such a thing to happen. Those who betrayed the sacred oath could never inherit the glorious flag, and this was a stain on the oath of the Lionheart. Furthermore, Arreck had been secretly involved with the All for One for many years. They thought they were foolproof, but this kind of thing could never be kept secret.
The half-elf princess, who was still in her teenage years, couldn't help but curl her lips into a tight arc. There was a kind of silent mockery in her eyes. It was almost the season where the snow melted, and if they continued to delay, Arreck would be pushed to the other side. She was the princess of the royal family, and she had already made her choice.
Gryphine lowered her head, and stretched out her slender fingers, and gently stroked the soft hair on her brother's forehead.
"Sister?" Erouine's future heir looked up, and under the light of the mutton-fat candle, he looked uneasily at his sister.
"You will be the king, Haruze," the princess said.
"I know. You said it before, I'm the King of Aouine." The boy replied.
"Yes," Gryphine's sister said.. no one can change the country's's for the revival, I've's.. " Gryphine's for the future... but you must be strong for one to be strong. "
She looked up, and her silver eyes seemed to have seen through the storm in front of her, and saw a gloomy ending. Assassinations, conspiracies, and a bloody rose on the throne. But after the storm, there must be new life on the land.
"Yes, I've become stronger, and I practice swordsmanship every day." The boy looked up and saw the letter in his sister's hand. "Sister, who are you writing to?"
"A Knight."
"I'm going to be a Knight in the future." After a year of wandering and leaving the royal family, the boy had learned to be sharp and cunning. He looked at his sister, the princess. "They said you're going to Ampere Seale?"
"Yes."
"What will I do if you go?"
"You should learn to make some decisions by yourself. Do you remember what I told you? You're a man, Haruze, you have to take the helm. "Gryphine replied.
"Oh," the boy was a little disappointed. "Then you have to come back soon, or there will be no one to test my swordsmanship."
Gryphine couldn't help but smile. Her weak brother had learned to beat around the bush.
"That … … He … …" The future successor of Aouine seemed to want to continue this topic, but he hesitated and stuttered.
"Him?"
"I'm talking about that Knight. Will he protect you?"
"What are you trying to say?" Gryphine glared at her brother.
She was very scary when she was angry, and the boy couldn't help but shrink back. "I … I don't want you to marry Duke Arreck."
"Why?" Gryphine was a little surprised. Her cowardly brother wouldn't say such things to her. She couldn't help but suspect that someone was telling him to say such things, but it didn't seem to be necessary.
Whether it was Makarov or her teacher, the wise old man, they all hoped to get Arreck's help. They could see the poison behind the honey, but their motives were clear. Gryphine didn't want to reject their wishful thinking, because at least she still needed the support of the nobles. Erouine was still Erouine of the nobles.
The boy shook his head. "I don't like him."
"Why? You haven't seen him before. "
"No … I've heard …" The boy stared at her and said hesitantly.
"What did you hear?"
"They said that Duke Arreck had a few wives, and they all died. They said that the duke is a vampire who drinks the blood of women. Sister …" The boy's aura of being Erouine's future successor faded, and he became an ordinary and cowardly boy. He looked at his sister anxiously.
"Nonsense."
Gryphine reprimanded.
But this reprimand was a little weak. The boy sensed that with his sister's personality, she wouldn't care if it was nonsense. But he didn't understand what marriage meant to a sixteen-year-old girl. Even if she accepted it, she was still afraid of the unknown.
At this time, the servant knocked on the door for the fourth time. The firm knocking seemed to balance the stone in her heart. She took a deep breath and became firm again.
Gryphine touched Haruz's forehead. She stood up, and a maid combed her hair and wrinkles in her clothes. The princess stretched out her hands, overcoming all external factors, and didn't let the calmness of the Covardo family go out of shape.
This was her choice.
When she went out, a young Knight from the Royal Academy said in a low voice, "Your Highness, even if you stay in the academy, we are willing to fight to the death. The glory of the Erouine royal family doesn't need to bend over a treacherous person."
But Gryphine looked back and replied calmly, "Erouine doesn't need to shed the blood of the future, because that time hasn't come yet."
Then she lifted her skirt and walked into the carriage, leaving behind a thin figure.
But it was these weak shoulders that in the near future, would carry the hope of Erouine's revival.
… …
Brando gently closed the letter with his thumb and forefinger and sighed softly. It was as if time had turned back, and this moment had returned to the starting point of everything. This was the moment that would decide Aouine's future. The stage it played in the past had not changed today, but who could be sure where the future would lead?
"Erouine's hope lies in our hearts …" He repeated this sentence a few times, but his heart was also at a loss. Erouine's hope existed in the hearts of everyone who fought for it, but dreams couldn't change everything. He had personally experienced the pain of powerlessness. This time, he had to take control of his own fate.
Carglise stood aside and looked at his lord. He had never seen such an expression on Brando's face. The young lord had always been calm and confident. He wanted to see what was written in the letter in Brando's hand, but unfortunately, he couldn't. The letter was magically processed, and he could only see a blank page.
"Whose letter is this?" He couldn't help but ask.
"It's a letter from Princess Gryphine. She was very pleased with how we embarrassed the Earl in Tónigel." Brando recovered in an instant. After experiencing so many dangers and hardships, he had grown up and was no longer the Sophie who was easily swayed by emotions.
Carglise looked at his lord suspiciously. "Ha, I won't be fooled this time. If the princess would write a letter to rebels like us, then wouldn't those who were hanged on Pine Avenue from Anwar be loyal and righteous?"
Brando couldn't help but look at him when he heard Carglise comparing himself to those bandits: "Didn't I say that I'm the princess' secret Knight?"
"Then I'm the Dark Dragon's attendant." Carglise didn't think much of it.
Brando opened his mouth and stared at him in shock.
"What's wrong?"
"No, I'm thinking, did you secretly learn Astrology from Amandina?"
"You're not going to say that I guessed right again, are you? Haha, you can't fool me with this old trick!" Carglise suddenly felt that his lord was too interesting. He actually said that he was the Dark Dragon. Carglise thought that it was an extremely clever joke.
But no matter how clever the joke was, it was interrupted by the tinkling of bells. Brando looked up and saw a few silver orchids swaying on the wall of the hall. He turned around and looked at Monique.
"Those are communication orchids. Someone is approaching from outside, my lord." Monique sat on his shoulder and said.
"Why wasn't there before?"
"We planted them. Valhalla is also the home of the Light Spirits. We plan to plant some more Chandelier Orchids later."
Brando caught a glimpse of his attendant at the entrance of the hall. The Shire held a staff in his hand and wore a red gilded robe. Behind him was the cowering Mordenkainen holding his duck familiar.
"This place is not bad. It's similar to your old home in Dardanelle, my lord," The Shire walked into the hall calmly and looked around. He raised his staff and praised.
My old home in Dardanelle?
Brando's teeth ached. The Highland Knight's White Knight was stationed in Dardanelle. But when he looked at his attendant's serious face, he almost thought that he had an old home in Karsuk.
He stared at The Shire in annoyance, but the young Highland Wizard ignored him and bowed to him. "Congratulations, my lord. It's been a long and arduous journey, but now we finally have a place to stand. Congratulations, I have another piece of good news for you. "
"Good news?"
"You'd better take a look at this, my lord." The Shire took out an item.
Brando immediately stood up from behind the desk.
The Cards of Fate.
…
(I'll go out and come back at night to continue. I know many people say that I don't plan well and that I don't inform you when I'm doing something. Well, that's a flaw that deserves to be criticized … Well, I'm just a little aimless. I'll try my best to pay more attention in the future.) (To be continued.) If you like this work, you're welcome to come to qidian.com to vote. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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