Gryphine seemed to have untied the knot in her heart. Under her arrangement, everything was back to order. Brendel heaved a sigh of relief as he looked at the princess who had regained her strength. Although the princess who showed a rare look of helplessness was also lovely, he liked the princess in front of him more than the princess in front of him.
Probably because she was more realistic and closer to the image in his mind.
However, Brando did not let his guard down. Although the princess had temporarily pulled herself together, it did not change the fact that they were now in a difficult and dangerous situation. At least before everything was settled, Brando knew that the princess's faction still had an unavoidable problem to deal with.
He did not intend to speak, but waited for someone to bring it up. Oberwei was meticulous, and the black-haired Knight Maynild did not seem to be easy to deal with. There was no need for him to act smart.
However, every time Brando looked over, his eyes could not help but be attracted by the black-haired Knight. Maynild stood there quietly, her entire body exuding a very familiar aura.
Familiar yet unfamiliar.
The room fell silent for a moment. Maynild naturally noticed the young man's gaze on her from time to time, but every time she turned her head, she would see him quickly averting his gaze.
"Hmph." The black-haired Knight frowned slightly. Not far from her, the half-elf girl seemed to be arranging everything in an orderly manner. She turned her head and looked at Oberwei. The Wolf Knight, who used to be sharp with his words, did not say a word. Maynild knew that he was hinting for her to speak.
"Your Highness, how should we deal with Prince Haruz?"
After a moment, she quietly asked. This sentence seemed to have hit the future princess of Erouine. The girl froze, and Brando saw her slender fingertips tremble slightly.
This was a problem that could not be avoided. Back in the Knight Academy, the Royal Faction had been in charge of the little prince's daily life. At first, it seemed like a form of protection, but now, it had become surveillance and control. Right now, her brother was already in the hands of the Royal Faction, and Makarov and Count Barre were both giants among men. It wouldn't be easy to snatch her brother away from them.
"Of course we have to seize him. We can't let my brother become their bargaining chip." The princess frowned deeply. Right now, the only thing she could command was a cavalry composed of young cadets who had yet to finish their studies. Their numbers were less than half of the Royal Knight Regiment.
Moreover, on the surface, the princess had yet to truly fall out with the Royal Faction. It could be said that both sides had no way out. Once the Royal Faction lost their last bargaining chip, they might even side with the Holy Cathedral of Fire. The possibility was small, but she couldn't help but worry.
The spacious room fell silent.
"Why don't I make a trip there?" Oberwei replied, "If there is no other way, we can ask the Knight of the Lake for help. Maybe …"
"I will try to persuade Freya." Maynild replied quietly. There was not a trace of worry on her face. She was as calm as a statue.
The Knight of the Lake's strength was probably second only to Andesha whom Brando had met in the Loop of Trade Winds. It was no wonder that Oberwei thought of him. Even though the Lionheart Sword was still in Freya's hands, the Knight of the Lake seemed to be protecting the future Goddess of War. But it was only protecting her, and Freya might not be able to command this great god.
In fact, Oberwei might not be unaware of this, but the princess's faction really couldn't come up with any good ideas.
Brando shook his head and finally couldn't help but interrupt, "I'm afraid it won't work, Lord Oberwei. It won't be difficult to seize him, but we will have to adjust the itinerary. "
"Adjust the itinerary?" Everyone present was stunned.
"I suggest that we don't leave so early. It's best to wait until the meeting starts." Brando replied, "Actually, it doesn't make a difference whether we leave sooner or later. Even if we leave now, it will be a sea of fire outside. It won't be much easier than killing our way out of the meeting."
"Furthermore —" He wanted to continue, but the princess's eyes lit up and interrupted him, "Furthermore, the most dangerous place is also the safest place. If we want to escape, we definitely won't choose to do it at the meeting. Because of this idea, it might be easier for us to break through at that time. "
"Of course, we don't have to kill our way out of the meeting. We can choose to enter or leave the Anderla Cathedral. That will be the time when the enemy's vigilance is at its lowest."
"And the key is that if we go to the meeting, Makarov and the others will let down their guard and think that the princess doesn't have the courage to go against them." Oberwei nodded in agreement.
Everyone present was smart. Brando had thought of this before them, but it didn't mean that he was better than them. It was just that he stood from the perspective of a bystander and jumped out of this period of history, so he knew better what would happen in the meeting. And the princess's faction had to face the unknown future. Who knew if the Holy Cathedral of Fire would be at their mercy the next time they met?
But as soon as Brendel poked through the window paper, everyone present realized what was going on.
"Then let's set it after the meeting. The Royal Faction still has a battle with Duke Seifer. Let's just watch the show." In an instant, the princess seemed to have the ability to grasp the situation. She smiled slightly and said with a hint of sarcasm, "If the Holy Cathedral of Fire wants to make a move on us, I'm afraid it won't be in a short period of time. After all, they have to wait for the Northern Coalition Army to arrive, right?"
"Since we are going to attend the meeting, can I trouble Mr. Brando to escort the prince out of the manor?"
Although it was called escort, it was more like robbery. But Brando shook his head, "I'm not the right person for this. First of all, I don't know His Royal Highness. Second, I'm afraid that the army under Her Royal Highness is not enough to break out of the encirclement this time. I have an army in Ampere Seale now, and I will personally command them to assist Her Royal Highness in breaking out of the encirclement. "
Everyone present heard this and their eyes lit up. They couldn't help but look up at Brando. They didn't expect this' Princess's Knight 'to actually bring an army here. Of course, Brando's current identity was a 'spy' of the royal family. Naturally, this credit fell to the princess.
Oberwei couldn't help but look at his student again. Did she really expect today's situation?
Only Princess Gryphine's eyes were shining.
… …
"Her Royal Highness asked Viscount Benninger to escort His Royal Highness Prince Haruz?"
Thunder and storm were converging over the entire city. The clouds were like a gray and black canvas. Layer by layer, the paint spread along the rain, and the storm clouds also changed shape.
The rain washed the eaves —
The rainstorm quickly weaved into a silver ribbon. The water droplets rolled along the brim of the hat and formed a thin stream. Fortunately, the oilskin cloak was not soaked. Freya turned her head, her gray-brown eyes sparkling under the night sky. She tilted her head and looked at Brando, her fair skin reflecting the faint light like jade.
Brando nodded.
The Viscount Benninger he knew was the youngest son of Duke Seifer. He stood in this camp because of his admiration for the princess. This person did not have a great reputation in history. Later on, he seemed to have become the head of the Seifer family. That was all.
However, this person was loyal to Her Royal Highness Princess, and at the same time, dissociated himself from the Royal Faction. He was the perfect candidate for this mission. But for some reason, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong. Was it because of jealousy?
"I heard … …" Freya hesitated to speak.
"Heard what?" Brando turned to look at her. The future Goddess of War had shed some of her youthful innocence, but there was still the shadow of the stubborn female captain of the militia in the countryside of Bucce.
"I heard that Viscount Benninger admires Her Royal Highness Princess. He was originally the youngest son of Duke Seifer. Him coming here means that he has betrayed his family. I think there is a reason why Her Royal Highness Princess trusts him so much. "
"Hmm." Brendel gave a noncommittal grunt.
Brando knew that Her Royal Highness Princess was not without tenderness when she was young, but she was more cold-hearted than the average person. Her family, House Covardo, and Benninger's family, House Seifer, could not be together. But Viscount Benninger might have really won Her Royal Highness Princess' heart.
The rain poured down, and lightning occasionally lit up the whole world, blending the world into a vast expanse of whiteness. The Anderla Cathedral stood silently in the rain. The whole building was like a silent wall, with statues of gargoyles and wyverns. Each of them were priceless art treasures.
The two of them were hiding in a small alley a street away from the cathedral. It was only a short while before the appointed time with Magadal.
He said that he was here to steal the statue, but in fact, he was only here to meet Magadal. Now that he had the Demon Whale in his hands, there was no need for him to complicate matters in this troubled time.
Freya was slightly envious. Most girls would not be able to resist such romantic things. It had to be said that Benninger's actions were indeed shocking in this world. As a noble, he had betrayed his family just to pursue his own love.
That was a story that only existed in Knight's novels.
But Freya who showed her youthful side was also quite cute. Brando could not help but look at the future Goddess of War carefully. He did not know why, but he felt that he could only show his natural side in front of the Roman and Freya, as if he could relax.
When it came to abandoning everything for one's dreams, the Goddess of War was actually the same kind of person. And now, for the future of the Goddess of War and the future of the kingdom, it seemed that he was doing the same thing.
It was just that he was working hard for a different history.
When Freya turned around, she was shocked by his expression. "Is there something on my face?"
"No, there isn't." Brando quickly shook his head.
"Why hasn't Princess Magadal come out yet?" Freya did not notice the strangeness in his heart and asked. She had always been an impatient person.
Brando looked at the time. It was just right. But he raised his head and looked at the back door of the cathedral. There was still no one there. This made him frown. Usually, both parties were very sensitive about time. Unless there was a problem, it was rare for people to be late.
Besides, Princess Magadal did not look like a careless person.
There was a flash of uneasiness in his heart.
"Is there a problem, Brando?" Freya saw the clue.
"It's already past the scheduled time."
She frowned slightly. "Could it be … that Princess Magadal is in trouble?"
"It's possible." Brando could only guess.
"Then what should we do?"
Brando's brows were almost wrinkled. He did not need the stupid ship's bow. He could come and get it at any time. In fact, he could almost guess the content of the letter that the new Bishop Moros gave to Wood. He came to meet Magadal just to confirm it.
The safest way now was undoubtedly to turn around and leave. But Brando was a little uneasy. He felt that if he left without saying anything, it would be a betrayal to Princess Magadal who might be in trouble in the Anderla Cathedral.
It would be like abandoning a comrade. Brando felt that he could not do such a thing.
"Brando, do you want to go in and look for her?" Freya whispered. "Magadal is a good friend of the princess …"
"Hmm, how do you plan to go in?"
"I don't know. But we can try, can't we? There will be a way."
She was taking things for granted. As expected, this stupid woman's nature hadn't changed. Brando shook his head. "No need." Before Freya could stare at him, he added, "I know. Come with me."
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