As soon as the little female dragon left, Brando finally regained his freedom. He hurriedly created a water ball and threw it on his face. The cold temperature finally calmed his accelerated blood flow a little. Only then did he put on a coat and rushed out.
As soon as he went out, he saw Amandina in the courtyard. Amandina was sitting on a stone chair reading a geography book, but her mind was obviously not on the book.
"The princess seems to be very angry." Amandina greeted Brando as he walked out, put down the book, and asked worriedly. "It's nothing." Brando sighed, "Where's Aloz?"
"My Lord, are you talking about that dragon lady? I didn't see her. Did she leave? "
"No, forget it." Brando turned around and was about to chase after her. "Wait." Amandina stood up and grabbed him. When she saw her Lord looking back with a puzzled expression, she carefully reminded him, "Tidy up your clothes, my Lord."
With Brando's habits, he did not pay much attention to his appearance. He just put on a coat and ran out. Amandina looked at his disheveled appearance and blushed. She reached out and straightened his collar.
Brando did not pay much attention in Tónigel. If it were not for his bearing, people would have doubted his noble identity. However, commoners would not be so knowledgeable. In fact, it was usually Felaern who helped him take care of his daily life. The careless merchant lady herself was muddle-headed, not to mention the responsibility of a Lord's fiancée. It was because of this that the older of the two wild elf sisters was jokingly called 'Lord's Head Maid' by the mercenaries.
However, if Felaern was the head maid, then Amandina's role was more similar to that of a housekeeper. She helped Brando straighten the corner of his clothes, gently brushing the dust off the black velvet cloth, and said with slight annoyance, "When will my Lord be able to pay attention to his dignity?"
Brando never thought of dignity as something he was born with, and he did not care. It was not the first time Amandina helped him tidy up his clothes. To be honest, he could not see any difference after tidying up his clothes. He only felt that it was purely superfluous. However, he did not refuse. He only asked:
"How long have I been unconscious?"
"We've been in Ampere Seale for half a month, my Lord." Amandina helped him button up his shirt, looked around, and nodded with satisfaction.
"So long!" Brando was shocked. He thought he had only been unconscious for two or three days. "What happened after I fainted that day? Where are Duke Seifer and his minions? "
"The Grand Duke is already dead."
"Huh?!" This news was completely unexpected. Brando never dreamed that one of the most important figures in the history of Erouine would die.
He paused for a moment before asking: "Amandina, what happened after I fainted that day? What happened to the battle after that? Tell me in detail. "
… …
Endless demons seemed to surge out from the darkness. It was as if he had been sucked into an endless nightmare that he could not wake up from. The torrential rain poured down, and the lightning flashed through the rain, forming a shining silver chain between heaven and earth.
Princess Gryphine's face paled.
"Mr. Stephen … Cough cough … I leave Her Highness to you."
"Mr. Leider, I promise you, in the name of a Knight."
"No, Sir Leider! I order you not to do this, I want to stay here! "In that nightmare, she screamed. But the serious old Knight grabbed her by the shoulder and threw her out. She flew up lightly and passed over the demon's head. In the end, her vision was fixed on the kingdom's lion looking north in the rain.
The snow-covered plateau and tundra was where the honor of the White Lions lay.
It was the battlefield where countless White Lions slept, where the souls of generations of heroes slept. Perhaps every Knight would eventually return to their homeland, but only the White Lions would forever guard this land.
This was a legend passed down from the old. They swore under the sword and followed the oath.
The Lion of the Kingdom was covered with scars, but the rain quickly washed away the blood stains on it. Princess Gryphine was already in tears. The Templar Knight Stephen grabbed her hand and led her to open a bloody path through the demon army.
"Why didn't you let me die there, where my people are!" She remembered shouting as if she had lost her mind.
But Stephen turned around and looked at her. "I am not Erouine's man, Your Highness. But if everyone sleeps on this battlefield, then your kingdom will one day repeat this mistake. "
"Please cherish your life, you are not living for yourself."
Yes.
Princess Gryphine walked quickly out of the Temple, and after a few steps, she slowed down again. She suddenly stopped, stood on the marble steps that were as white as snow, and sighed faintly. Yes, why was she throwing a tantrum? She had even lost her usual calmness and self-restraint.
"Your Highness, please watch your step," the female officer who caught up from behind reminded her, panting. "Timmy, let's wait here for the count to come out." Princess Gryphine sighed and turned around to answer.
"What's wrong?"
The princess did not answer. The snow-white Temple Square reflected the light, and was slightly dazzling. She narrowed her beautiful eyes, and her pupils were like a silver line. The female officer quickly realized that her Highness seemed to be in a daze.
For the princess, this was a rare thing.
Gryphine was indeed in a daze. Her gaze crossed the distant horizon, as if she had returned to the battlefield that day under the same blue sky. Swords and swords, iron and blood intertwined in a long and heavy poem.
Perhaps dying on the battlefield at that time was a relief. However, those who survived had to bear an even heavier burden, and even inherit the grief from the dead.
But the living had no right to choose. She pursed her lips. Too many people had died.
The previous Commander of the White Lion Legion, the Lion of the Kingdom, the Sword of the Highlanders, Leider, was dead. In the midst of a war caused by a civil war.
Duke Seifer was also dead, the man she had hated so much. He was the operator of the first Titan, and he died at the hands of the merchant lady, without a corpse left. When she heard the news, she thought she would be happy, but even the feeling of excitement had disappeared.
Marquis Balta, Marquis Yoakam, Count Vitokin, Greatsword Dwyer of the Arreck Family, and Chief Wizard Fleetwood of the Kingdom. No matter what power they belonged to when they were alive, they were all Erouine's people.
There were even many students of the Royal Knight Academy who did not even have the time to leave their names behind. No one knew what kind of story could be hidden behind a nameless corpse on the battlefield, and no one knew how sorrowful his relatives and friends were behind it.
Only when Freya hugged Bessie's corpse and cried did she feel the cold stab of pain.
It was enough.
It was time for this civil war to end.
But the nobles in the North were still restless. Without House Seifer's pacification, the situation in the future would become even more chaotic. Duke Arreck's whereabouts were unknown, but he would not be captured without a fight. Count Randner's attitude was ambiguous, and the other two Archdukes might be waiting for the chaos to end before they could take a share of the pie.
On the surface, it seemed like Erouine was welcoming a new life after the war, but in reality, it was already at the edge of a cliff. Princess Gryphine suddenly realized that perhaps the situation before was better.
At least the Kingdom would not be in danger of falling apart.
She did not know how she had survived for the past half a month, and the Silver Elves were stationed in Ampere Seale. The illustrious name of the Dragon Clan intimidated all the forces and forces, and they did not dare to move. Tulman's arrival made the situation in Ampere Seale clearer, but she understood that all these seemingly unrelated terms were linked together because of one person.
The person who was crowned with the title of 'Miracle'.
She suddenly realized that the fate of Erouine was in the hands of one person. But this person was neither her nor her brother.
… …
"You're saying that Duke Seifer was killed by a Roman punch? Hmph, he reaped what he sowed. " Brando felt a burst of joy in his heart. Half of the responsibility for the destruction of Erouine in the future would be placed on this guy's head. If he did it for his own power, it would be understandable. But he did not expect this guy to be a member of the Cult.
When Brando thought of the tragic fate of the future princess and the Valkyrie, it was because of the crazy plan of a cult, he was furious.
But he quickly fell silent. What really worried him was Amandina's physical condition. In their previous conversation, he had carefully asked about Amandina's' resurrection 'on the battlefield, but no one, including Amandina herself, could tell what was going on.
He began to suspect that it was the credit of the demonic item obtained from the battlefield, but after Amandina took it out, he quickly ruled out this possibility. Although he could not figure out what it was, Brando could tell at a glance that it seemed to be sealed and could not have any effect at all.
And Amandina herself also proved that she did not have the ability to heal herself. First of all, her blood was the red of a normal person, proving that she did not have a gold or silver bloodline. Secondly, her wound healing time was no different from a normal person's.
But this situation made Brando feel uneasy. He did know of some special abilities that could produce the effect of resurrection, but those were not reassuring abilities. Some were even at the cost of sacrificing one's life.
But Brando did not disclose this information to his own Amandina. It was also a white lie. He was determined to investigate it himself.
"Reaped what he sowed?" Amandina heard Brando's words and raised her head.
"It means reaping what you sowed," Brando explained. Amandina glared at him fiercely, "My Lord, don't always invent strange words, you'll be laughed at. You know so much, but you always like to use slang. "
"Only civilians would say that."
"I didn't invent it." Brando could not help but smile bitterly. It had been more than a year since he transmigrated into this world like a dream, but some spoken words were difficult to change. Especially idioms with a historical background, except for a small part that overlapped with the setting of the Nine Phoenix, most of them would be regarded as the slang of country bumpkins.
But this was something that could not be helped. People could quickly adapt to the environment in a short period of time, but they could not change deep-rooted habits. He lived in this world for a year, spent seventeen years in the game, and lived in another world for thirty years.
However, with the death of Duke Seifer, a historically famous family fell into a state of disintegration. Without the restraint of this powerful force in the north, the nobles became ambitious. No wonder Her Highness came to find him in such a hurry.
He did not expect such a famous figure in history to die like this. There was also Marquis Yoakam, Count Vitokin, and even Marquis Balta and Master Fleetwood died. Fleetwood died under the surprise attack of another Demon King, but he saved a ship of people on the First Royal Fleet's flagship, Victory.
Enloch, one of the three heroes of Erouine, also died. Brando thought of the young man who smiled like Carglise and sighed in his heart. He was determined to protect them, the future of the kingdom.
"Benninger, that guy, actually sent the little prince back," Brando replied with gritted teeth, "Does he think that he can be forgiven?"
"No, in fact, he did not send Prince Haruz back." Amandina helped him fix the buttons on his sleeves, and finally took a step back, looking relieved, "It's done, my Lord."
"Thank you, Amandina." Brando asked, "What is going on?"
"I heard that it was sent back by a Medusa. I don't know the specifics, maybe you can ask Her Highness." Seeing that Brando was about to speak, Amandina quickly interrupted him, "Well, don't let Her Highness wait too long, my Lord. You are now the Count of the kingdom."
"What? Count? Then where is my fief? "Brendel was slightly taken aback. This was completely out of his expectations. He did not care about it at first, but when he suddenly heard it, he blurted out.
"Count Tónigel, my Lord."
"Isn't there still no change?" Brando said.
Then he was given a fierce stare.
… …
Brando had just walked out of the temple. The reconstruction of the Anderla Cathedral was actually only half completed. When he passed by many cloisters, he saw collapsed walls and a lot of scaffolding. These were all the masterpieces of The Shire, of course, Brando would never admit it. Then he saw Her Highness waiting outside.
"Your Highness."
Princess Gryphine looked back and nodded in satisfaction when she saw his attire. "How is the Count's health?"
"He is fine … Your Highness …" Before Brando could finish, Princess Gryphine interrupted, "Mr. Brando, the nobles in the north intend to support my brother on the throne. The Holy Cathedral of Fire also intends to facilitate peace talks between us and the north. What do you think of this matter? "
Brando was startled. Isn't this a good thing? But he immediately reacted, "They have conditions, don't they?"
"No, they have no conditions. They just want us to promise that the kingdom can maintain the status quo." Princess Gryphine replied quietly. Brando was silent. Maintain the status quo of the kingdom? Which status quo? This half-dead status quo?
This was unacceptable to both him and the princess.
The nobles in the north still wanted to maintain the status quo of semi-independence since Ain VII. Brando only felt that these guys were daydreaming.
He put away his previous joking attitude and asked coldly, "What if we don't agree? Were they going to start a rebellion? Will the Holy Cathedral of Fire support these people? "
Princess Gryphine shook her head, "I'm afraid not, but even so, it's unacceptable. The north is facing the threat of war … Leider … The old Legion Commander has handed the White Lion Legion to you. You should know, right? "
"What!" Brando almost jumped up, "He handed the White Lion Legion to me? Will the others agree? "
He suddenly stopped talking. Marquis Balta was dead, and Leider also died on the battlefield. If this was really the will of that lion, maybe the White Lion Legion would really fall into his hands.
This was good news.
But not exactly —
…
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