The green rider galloped along the slope, and Bunide's hands, which were covered with scaled gloves, gripped the reins tightly as he turned his head back. In the direction north of Ampere Seale, a few huge light portals were opening on the horizon, and countless troops were pouring out from them, densely packed like a swarm of ants.
"In another half an hour, the Black Blade Squad will appear on the battlefield of Ampere Seale. Cruz's men will also be involved."
"My Lord, what do you think we should do?"
The Highland Knight Commander looked solemnly at the small black dots rising from the horizon. Those were the Black Blade Squad's Flying Dragon Squad. In an instant, they covered the sky and rushed towards Ampere Seale.
This number … was far more than the Black Blade Squad. It seemed that the Holy Cathedral had completely deviated from the neutral position. The nobles in the north and the Holy Cathedral's hidden forces in Erouine had all sided with Duke Seifer.
Cruz's men wanted to solve the problem once and for all.
He turned his head and looked at his men, "What do you all think?"
"The Highland Knight has been waiting for this day for a long time, my Lord."
"Everything is like the prophecy, my Lord. We believe in your judgment."
"The kingdom has tried to forget the war, but the veterans have never forgotten it."
"Because this is a promise."
… …
"Because this is a promise," the Copper Dragon Retto looked at the dark sea outside Tónigel and said quietly to Kodan beside him. The situation in the north was getting more and more tense day by day. Perhaps today, or perhaps yesterday, the young Lord must have started his plan in Ampere Seale. He turned his head.
"In the Highlands, the Knights will never forget their promises."
"So, you knew it from the beginning," Kodan asked.
"That swordsmanship is unique," Retto replied, "Besides, the veterans have their own pride. How can they listen to a child, even if the other party is a noble —"
"Besides, didn't you recognize it from the beginning?"
"The war that lasted for half a century," Kodan replied, "has brought disaster to Erouine that continues to this day. Ever since the Second Renaissance, the nobles have completely fallen, but that's only the surface. In the end, there is still no hope …"
"Even someone like Leider was afraid." Retto sighed. "His prestige that day was second only to the marshal. However, I don't agree with him. Merely wanting to protect Erouine is betraying the foundation of this kingdom. "
"Why does Erouine exist?"
"Because I yearn for glory."
"So, what is the answer to that riddle?" Kodan asked.
"No one knows." Retto shook his head. "Those who know are no longer in this world. Perhaps Lord Tulman knows something, but he has left the kingdom because of it."
"Actually, I have a guess."
Retto turned around and looked at his former comrade curiously.
"Before the trial, the marshal asked me a question." Kodan took a deep breath. "What is the truth of history?"
What is the truth of history?
…
"So," Brando could not help but look around in confusion and asked, "What is going on?"
"I thought you would ask this question a little later, My Lord." The Shire smiled awkwardly and replied. Brando stared at him coldly, not giving him a chance to play any tricks.
"Actually, the answer is very simple." The Shire glanced at the princess and stammered, "Just like you might have guessed part of the answer, my relationship with you is the relationship between a Highland Knight and his mage attendant."
"The Shire."
"No, my Lord, I'm not joking with you."
Brando was slightly startled. It was as if a bolt of lightning had pierced through the darkness in his mind and ignited something in an instant. He looked up and saw The Shire looking at him with a serious expression.
"Exactly, My Lord. You are a true Highland Knight." The Shire smiled, but his smile was a little mischievous. "I have never lied. Everything is predestined."
"That's impossible, The Shire. You must be joking." Brando suddenly felt that there must be something wrong. "We are not …"
He wanted to say the words "Planeswalker", but when it came to it, he found it difficult to speak.
"It seems that you understand, My Lord. I remember you once asked me what a card is, and I answered you like this. A card is a manifestation of a law, a collection of concepts. Just like how you can summon The Shire with the Highland Squire card, and Metisha with the Silver Elf Knight, that is because we are closely related to you. "
"The world of a Planeswalker is the reflection of the law of the world. However, history and cause and effect are also a kind of law. "The Shire replied in his mind.
"But what does it matter? I can't be a Highland Knight …" Brando felt that it was a little difficult to accept. It was as if someone had told him that a lie would eventually become the truth after repeated many times. It was a little subversive to his values. Because he knew better than anyone else who he was.
He was Sophie, and also Brando. He was not even a noble. He used to be a gaming nerd, and now he was just a fool with a heroic dream. He had nothing to do with this world in his previous life, and in this life, he was just a miller's son.
The only person he had a little relationship with was probably his mother, who was a Kallegos.
He suddenly froze.
How could the Kallegos leave the Karsuk Highlands? They were nobles of the highlands for generations, and generations of Highland Knights were related by marriage. How could his mother marry Braggs? In this life, he had always avoided thinking about his family. The one who left the deepest impression on him was probably his grandfather who had participated in the 'November War'.
But after the Golden Tree, everything was cut off, and he deliberately did not disturb Brando's peaceful life.
But today, everything seemed to have gathered together, forming something that he could not ignore.
The Shire looked at him. "— From a certain point in time, you became a true Highland Knight. My Lord, you should understand this."
"No." Brando shook his head. "I still don't understand. Even if I have some relationship with the Highland Knight, as far as I know, the inheritance of the Highland Knight is not like this … "
"Yes." The Shire smiled mysteriously. "My Lord, why don't you think about it carefully. Why did you summon me? And what is the inheritance of the Highland Knight? "
This was not a problem for Brando. The teachings of the Highland Knight were engraved on the ancient stone slabs of the Karsuk Highlands, praised by generations. Many travelers and poets recited these teachings and sang them everywhere. And as a player, he remembered even more clearly. The Highland Knight was passed down from generation to generation, and the blood connection could not be broken. From the moment his descendant took over the sword of his ancestor, he had embarked on this path.
But before he could finish this sentence, he suddenly froze.
His face turned pale.
The sword in his hand also fell to the ground with a 'clang'.
The Shire smiled but did not say anything.
'Moreover, my swordsmanship is not bad. I'm not bragging, that old sergeant personally praised me and said that my swordsmanship was the best in this batch of students.'
'My bedroom door is not far from me. Thank you, Lady Martha. I only need to rush out a few more steps to see my sword lying there quietly.'
'That sword is also one of my family heirlooms. My grandfather once used it in battle. It is said that he was an attendant for a Knight for a period of time, and this sword was bestowed to him by that Knight —'
'That sword should be the thirty-second standard. There is an ivy imprint on the sword to commemorate the victory of the Battle of Grinoires Highlands.'
'I remember that year, His Majesty changed the standard of the cavalry's longsword. The length of the sword was changed from the original two-arm length to one-and-a-half arm length, and the copper ornaments on the guard were also changed to ordinary iron flowers. This was to save costs and adapt to the' November War 'that was getting longer and longer.
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Brando could not hear anything clearly. He only felt that his head was exploding. It was as if something had exploded. He closed his eyes and felt that he was a complete idiot.
What thirty-second standard sword? What commemoration of the victory of the Battle of Grinoires Highlands? He was really an idiot. Wasn't it the Highland Knight who participated in the Battle of Grinoires Highlands? He should have remembered all of this, but because he deliberately ignored it and was misled by Brando's memories, he actually forgot the most important point.
Brendel was stunned for a long while before he finally regained his senses. Fortunately, there was another half of his soul in his body, so he was not unable to accept this fact. In fact, it was the opposite. He quickly calmed down. After secretly cursing Brando for being an idiot, he looked at the whole thing from Sophie's point of view. Then, everything became simple and clear.
He raised his head and looked at The Shire, Oberwei, Maynild, and Her Royal Highness. It seemed that only these four people knew the truth.
However, as to why it was these four people, this was a little interesting. Brando slightly organized his thoughts and then asked, "So, it seems that my grandfather is not just an unknown veteran like he said?"
Brando was not stupid enough to think that Her Royal Highness would know every veteran of the November War. Moreover, looking at her and Oberwei's reaction, it was very likely that his grandfather had a big background. Connecting the words of the Highland Knight's commander, Bunide, The Shire's identity was also very suspicious.
Brando was suddenly annoyed. It seemed that the whole thing was hidden from him. Although this child was indeed cute and stupid in the past twenty years, but no matter what, the plot still made him feel that it was a bit melodramatic.
So now, he needed an answer.
"You don't know?" Princess Gryphine was slightly stunned, but she immediately reacted, "Marshal really did follow the agreement and did not reveal a single word to outsiders."
She looked at The Shire and asked, "Mr. The Shire?"
The Shire could not help but smile bitterly, "Actually, this is a misunderstanding. But in fact, since the day I came back to this world, I understood that the Twin Goddesses, Alice, really used the thread to weave the fate of this world —"
"Like I said, everything is preordained by the heavens."
"Marshal?" Brando seemed to have heard an inexplicable word. As far as he knew, Erouine never had such a military rank, position, title, or title. "What is going on?"
"My Lord, in fact, as you have guessed, your grandfather was never an unknown person." The Shire sighed and replied.
Brando was silent. He had expected this. His grandfather's swordsmanship was extraordinary, how could it be that it was not something that a veteran could have. Retto was also a veteran of the November War, but compared to his grandfather, it was like the difference between heaven and earth.
The funny thing was that Brando had thought that his grandfather's swordsmanship was only slightly better than others. He did not know whether to laugh or cry.
The funniest thing was that Brando did not know his grandfather's name. When the old man was still alive, the people around him called him 'Old Tobus'. But it was obviously an alias. Brando did not remember a famous name that overlapped with this name.
The Shire continued, "In fact, all of this started from the Highland Knight. Just as you have guessed, my Lord, your grandfather was a genuine Highland Knight when he was young, and the blood of the Highland Knight also flows in your body."
"And at that time, he had a mage servant called The Shire Pylos."
"Ah …" The surrounding youths seemed to have heard a bizarre story, and they all looked at the young mage in shock. Although Brando had expected it, he could not help but take a breath. "The Shire Pylos … The Shire Pylos, The Shire, you are a mage from the Pylos family?"
The Shire nodded.
"Pylos is the most prominent title among the wizards of the tower. Their bloodline is also the closest to the Silver Folk. To have you as a servant, you're not trying to tell me that my grandfather's surname should be Cardiloso, are you?"
Princess Gryphine interrupted. "The Shire is not lying. Brando, your grandfather is a descendant of the most prominent family of the Highland Knight. His real name should be Darius Cardiloso, which is often called … Earth Sword Saint Darius …"
At that moment, Brando felt like he was listening to a legend, but this time, he was experiencing it in person. In that distant memory, when the kingdom was at the peak of its second recovery, Erouine had three strong men who had reached the ultimate realm — Earth Sword Saint Darius, Gareth Keyes of the Kingdom of Heaven, and Tulman the Scholar of the Mithril Fortress.
But Brando would never have dreamed that the most famous of the three was actually his own grandfather.
He looked at the princess and The Shire in a daze.
The Shire could not help but smile bitterly again. "My Lord, your grandfather actually had another name. He was honored because of this name, but also because of this name, he was the Dragon of Harasge, the marshal of the Holy Cathedral of Fire in the last Holy War …"
… …
"So," Kodan finally asked, "You wrote a letter to Bunide? What did you tell him in the letter? "
Retto nodded and looked in the direction of the sea. After a while, he replied, "I only asked him if he still remembers the Dragon of Harasge."
"Haha," Kodan suddenly laughed. "Of course he remembers."
"How could he forget?"
(PS: A small change. Previously, I accidentally wrote 'The First Holy War' instead of 'The Last Holy War'. Hmm … OTL, I'm guilty.) (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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