Most of the things that happened after Princess Gryphine and Brando left the Wood Mansion could be predicted.
The king's eldest son's succession to the position of Duke Seifer seemed to symbolize another compromise between the royal family and the local government. Such compromises were repeated in the history of the kingdom. Since the Year of Thunder, the power of the local government had become increasingly strong, eventually forming a vicious cycle.
History seemed to be repeating itself, but in any case, at least with the intervention of the Holy Cathedral of Fire and the appeasement of the king's eldest son himself, the turbulence in the north calmed down for a while and became calm again.
In private, it was said that the nobles were celebrating a rare victory after the Battle of Ampere Seale, and the local atmosphere was foul as if the kingdom had returned to the days before and after the Year of the Astrologer. There seemed to be signs of banditry in the local areas again, and the merchants complained, but under all this surface, changes were quietly going on in the dark.
Brando understood that Her Royal Highness could not sit still and allow Prince Levin to grow in the north, even if they had a secret agreement, even if he was her brother in name. But there was no room for personal feelings in politics, not to mention that the Holy Cathedral of Fire did not want to see signs of division between the north and south of Erouine. At least before the end of the Holy War, the people of Cruz hoped that the ancient kingdom could maintain a semblance of stability.
But that was only on the surface.
In addition to these reasons on the surface, there was a more direct conflict of interest that determined this. Because in the north, in addition to the fixed territory of House Seifer, there was also the territory of the Royal Family of Covardo itself, as well as many areas such as Yanbao and Yanilasu. For these complex spheres of influence, the princess's party was unlikely to give up.
Therefore, as part of the exchange, Her Royal Highness regained control of the White Lion Legion as expected. But perhaps because the king's eldest son himself did not want to control such an army that was not loyal to him, since the reappearance of the Sacred Lionheart Sword, there was a loud voice within the White Lion Legion that leaned towards the princess's side.
This point was slightly different from what happened in history. In another period of history, until Freya fully controlled the White Lion Legion, the White Lion Legion did not really identify with the Royal Faction.
But this time, Old White Lion, who had lost two Army Commanders, had clearly lost his original drive.
Bretton, Jocko, and Enrique, who had escaped from the Battle of Ampere Seale, were ordered to head to the north to take over the new legion. The new legion commander was the eldest grandson of the lion who had died in the Battle of Ampere Seale. However, Brando knew that this unlucky fellow would not be able to stay in this position for long.
Everyone understood that there was only one person who could lead this army. It was Freya, who held the Lionheart Sword.
But now was not the time. Maynild also removed Freya's name from the original list. The reason was that this girl from Bucce still needed more training.
This was also Brando's opinion. In the future, she might have the ability to control an army, but she was still far from it. In his opinion, the White Lion Legion would be dormant for a long time until the officers under Carglise were formed. Only then would he have the ability to establish the White Lion Infantry that truly reproduced the glory of that era.
That was when the Goddess of War would come into play.
Before that, there were more important tasks waiting for this future Goddess of War to complete.
But compared to these things, some major events that happened on the table attracted the attention of ordinary people more. Especially when the Silver Folk finally intervened in the investigation of the Battle of Ampere Seale. At the request of the Bugas and the Silver Elves, the Holy Cathedral of Fire had to give up control of Ampere Seale.
The mastermind behind all this was naturally Brando and a certain Faerie lady.
A human and a Faerie, pushed forward the most important event that happened between Erouine and Cruz in the Year of the Sword in the eyes of ordinary people. In the middle of the month of the New Moon, from this day onwards, the port city would no longer be called autonomous, but would exist as Erouine's trading port.
As soon as this news spread, it shook the entire southern part of the continent of Wohnde.
But no matter how the news spread, there was only one truth that would never change. That was, after several centuries, this sacred port finally returned to the arms of its ancient mother.
That evening, Her Royal Highness made an exception and let Brando take her to the outer wall of the port for a walk.
The half Fairy Princess looked at the distant edge of the forest and the bay under the golden clouds of the setting sun. She just looked quietly, without saying a word. Her gaze reached the end of the horizon, where the sun formed a golden thread.
She was in the same position as her ancestor, Aike, was in a thousand years ago.
When they came down from the tower, the princess whispered a "thank you" to Brando. Her voice was so soft and soft that it even made Brando suspect that he was hallucinating.
But in any case, at least he remembered the sparkling eyes of Her Royal Highness when she looked into the distance. She must be very proud. Otherwise, those golden eyes that reflected the cloud's shadow wouldn't have hidden the excitement in them.
She was not the king of Erouine, but she was the princess who loved this land the most.
Chaotic events surrounded the port, making a clamor like the waves of the sea, so much so that the various attitudes of the people over the past month had become a scryer to decorate it.
And the trivial things that were interspersed with these major events became a moderating interlude.
For example, the recovery of Garlock the Wanderer. When the chief Mage of the kingdom, the hero of Ampere Seale, reappeared in front of the public, it caused a sensation in the city. After all, compared to the unknown Brando, Garlock's name was originally a legend in this kingdom.
Ampere Seale held a day-long carnival that day, so much so that Her Royal Highness came to tease Brando and asked him if he was jealous.
Brando was not jealous at all.
He was more concerned about another matter, and that was, Garlock had accepted Amandina as his apprentice as he had said before. According to the words of the great mage himself, it would be a pity if such a high talent was only willing to be a mortal.
Brendel could not agree more with him.
But compared to this, he respected Amandina's opinion more. Fortunately, Amandina was not complacent. On the contrary, she had a desire to learn magic for a long time, but after her family went bankrupt, there was no opportunity and no time.
In this way, Amandina nominally became Garlock's only successor.
According to Her Royal Highness, she was likely to become a future court mage.
And the third widely circulated incident of the month was also related to Garlock. The incident originated from a group of young people's curiosity about the legendary story of how the great mage escaped from the battlefield, but the person involved put on the airs of a master and refused to speak, which instead aroused everyone's curiosity.
Soon, an absurd rumor spread among the city. It was said that Garlock was lucky enough to escape that day because he was hiding among a pile of demon corpses.
Indeed, for a Court Great Mage, such an experience was truly embarrassing. Therefore, out of some kindness, the port quickly banned similar rumors from spreading.
However, there was one time when Brando met the great mage when he was passing through the front yard of the rebuilt Anderla Cathedral, and he accidentally heard the latter muttering to himself as he walked, "Damn feces, damn feces!"
Time seemed to fly by quickly.
At least for Brando and everyone around him, the time spent in the port of Ampere Seale seemed to flash by amidst all these events.
The gentle moon was like wood shavings floating in the river, swirling through the fingertips and disappearing from people's sight. The weather began to get hotter and hotter day by day. The storm off Ampere Seale gradually subsided, and the greenery in the mountains and forests became more and more breathtaking as time passed. It was as if the people in the port had not noticed the subtle changes around them, but the mountains and forests were already in full bloom, ushering in midsummer.
The Nagas and the Silver Elves left Ampere Seale one after another, and the port seemed to have become deserted for a while. Brendel asked Naga to bring back the gratitude of the Kingdom of Aouine. Presumably, the Queen of Cold Dew, who had left an illustrious mark in history, would understand what he meant.
Erouine needed an alliance, and so did the Nagas under the Shining Sea.
But there was another thing that made Brando's teeth ache a little. As promised, the Silver Elves took away their token — the precious ginkgo leaf. This loss was probably the most painful thing for Brando in this war. If it wasn't to save the princess, he wouldn't have wasted this precious opportunity.
In his previous life, a player used this thing to exchange for an entire dragon's nest, and the value of the treasures in it was enough to buy the whole of Randner Hill and rebuild it again. And Brando only used it to exchange for the nondescript title of Count of Tónigel.
Although the princess tacitly agreed to his attack on Randner Hill, but then again, Erouine's power would be concentrated in the central sooner or later. In that case, his power as the actual lord would be taken back sooner or later.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was looking for trouble.
But fortunately, the Silver Elves probably gave Metisha face and didn't give him too much trouble. On the contrary, they stood firmly on his side from the beginning, and completely drove the tentacles of the Holy Cathedral of Fire out of Ampere Seale in the shortest time possible. From this point of view, it was worth the price of the ticket.
But with the departure of the Silver Elves, the officials in the port of Ampere Seale inevitably felt that everything seemed to have become easier. The key point was that the disputes that often arose because of the differences in habits between humans and Silver Elves seemed to have disappeared without a trace.
Everything seemed to have come to an end after entering the hot summer months, so Brando quickly understood that there seemed to be only one thing left in this port for him to complete.
The date was moving forward methodically.
Just like the date marked on an accurate timetable, the expected guest arrived on time on a sunny afternoon.
It was a letter with a silver feather, and written in flying letters on the cover:
To Mr. Brando.
The same letter was also delivered to the Princess's desk.
Buga's envoy had arrived.
… …
"Brando, Brando, look at me!"
A light voice pierced through the forest, as happy as a child. When Brando looked up, he saw a few beams of sunlight descending from the shade of the trees, falling on the dead leaves and moss, forming picturesque spots of light. Between these jagged rocks, there was a piece of dead wood, and the merchant lady stretched out her hands and walked unsteadily on it, as if she was very proud of her balance.
Then she jumped down from the dead wood and landed in front of Brando and Amandina, showing off, "How is it, isn't it awesome?"
Super awesome. Brando sighed helplessly, "Roman, aren't you tired?" In the forest outside the port, there was a humid heat in the sultry heat, like the mist in a steamer. Everyone was sweating profusely, except for some of the more energetic guys.
What annoyed him a little was that the Fairy Lady had told him that the Buga Mages had specifically chosen a cool cloudy day. Now it seemed that either the Silver Folk's understanding of cloudy days had some problems, or the Artisan Mages' astrologers were simply unreliable.
Brando looked back, Scarlet, Freya, Carglise, and even the Countess of Yanbao had been called over. The Countess and the princess were whispering something behind him, Carglise was with the Tónigel youths as usual, The Shire and the Nightsong Tiger's mercenaries were on guard outside, and only Scarlet sat alone under a poplar tree, reading a book with a red cover, her long ponytail hanging down to the moss.
In fact, Scarlet's original literacy was not much, and could only be said to be far better than the average Highlander. Of course, most Highlanders were completely illiterate. But ever since Amandina became her teacher, this Highlander girl who did not like to talk seemed to be finding some quiet pleasure in reading more and more.
It was just that reading Knight's novels all day long made Brando worried that she would eventually become like the Roman.
He turned back to look at our merchant lady.
She was already holding his arm and sitting next to him. It finally stopped for a while, and Brendel breathed a sigh of relief. But not long after, there was a rustling sound from the bushes in front of them. Everyone looked up and saw Makarov, Oberwei, and Count Audine walking out from behind the bushes.
They had obviously just arrived.
Makarov first saw Princess Gryphine beside Dilferi, and was slightly startled. He turned to Brando and asked, "Mister Brando, what guests are we meeting today, and why is the princess here …?"
In fact, they had received the news a day before. Makarov first thought of the dragons behind Brando. It was because of the Golden Folk behind the princess that the Royal Faction was more firmly tied to the princess's chariot after the war.
Of course, Fleetwood's death also dispelled the misunderstanding between both sides to a certain extent.
No matter what, the chief court wizard of the kingdom was still Princess Gryphine's teacher.
But for Makarov, the last news he received was that the female dragon called Aloz had caused a ruckus in the port one day. After simulating the scene of a fire dragon attacking the city, she disappeared without a trace. Everyone thought that the terrifying dragon girl had left, but he didn't think so. He stubbornly insisted that she was hiding behind the scenes.
And the young man called Brando who had a special relationship with the dragons was obviously the princess's greatest support.
But he didn't know that the answer to his question was actually very simple for Brando. After listening to the story of the Loop of Trade Winds, the bad-tempered little dragon girl had already run back to Tónigel to see her 'Valhalla'.
And today, they were meeting another group of people.
But before Brando could answer, the bushes were separated again.
This time, it was an old man in a silver robe. When he saw Brando, he was slightly startled before a familiar smile appeared on his face.
"I'm here to take a look at today's Erouine on behalf of my old friend. I didn't expect to meet you again, little Brando."
"Damn!" Brando almost jumped up. He thought that the people from Buga would be Tania and Tulman. After all, they had a deeper relationship with the kingdom. But he never dreamed that it would be such a person.
William Pister.
The Silver Storm, the leader of the Silver Alliance.
He subconsciously turned around and saw the princess, Makarov, and Oberwei looking at him with a strange expression. It was as if they were looking at a legendary monster.
The meaning in their eyes was obvious.
"Brando, who are you?"
… …
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