"Maynild …" Brando calmly covered the prince's mouth and turned to look at the woman under the carriage. Her long ebony hair contrasted with her skin as bright as snow. Her lips were as sharp as rubies, and there was a smile at the corners of her mouth. Her pupils were as black as ink, black and white distinct. The wizard's leather armor wrapped around her perfect figure was as red as fire.
That unique and warm smile was so familiar to Brando. It was as if a dusty memory had floated to the surface of the water and rippled. That kind face reappeared in front of him.
Brando was about to cry.
"What's your ID? Is this your first time playing the game?"
"Join my team, Sophie."
"So cute. Who uses their real name in the game?"
"I'm Allium Japonicum. I'm your senior. Haha, I didn't think there would be such a cute boy in our academy. "
Brando's heart was like a giant whirlpool with raging waves. But he took a light breath and calmed his surging emotions. "I am Viscount Cauldell. And you are?" He could almost feel his hands trembling slightly. He knew that the memories in front of him had long turned to dust, but he still couldn't help but want to ask how she was doing.
Even if it was just a word. He could no longer see his senior from that world.
"Hello, Mr. Viscount. We're the mercenary group 'Crimson Travelers.' You should have heard of us. Today, we're in charge of security outside Menkinten Palace. You can call me Allium Japonicum." Allium Japonicum smiled and introduced himself.
But the past was long gone. Everything he saw now had happened a long time ago. Back then, his senior had still maintained her optimism. The Crimson Travelers had originally symbolized the people who would always move towards the setting sun. Everyone had once agreed to pass through the Black Forest and explore what was on the other side of the world.
But everyone's fate was ultimately closely tied to the sorrow of this kingdom.
That night, the warm lights of Monsteros' homes were just like today. At that time, he and Allium Japonicum Senpai were standing in front of this door. But now, only his senior was left in his memory. After that, the only thing left of Monsteros in his memories was a burning palace in a sea of fire. The team that was once like his home had also fallen apart.
Brando nodded at Allium Japonicum. "I know you guys. You guys are travelers."
Although there were adventurers among the natives, NPCs often referred to players as travelers. This title was very insightful because the players were only passersby in Wohnde. Although they were involved, everything that happened in this world had nothing to do with them.
"Oh my, this NPC is quite interesting, Sister Allium Japonicum," a voice interrupted. A young girl with wheat-colored skin, short hair, and dragon-scale armor ran over from somewhere and looked curiously at Brando.
Players were so unrestrained, but he didn't know when he had been called an NPC. Brando couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"Oh my — I'm sorry, I know that I'm being rude, Allium Japonicum Senpai. I'll apologize to him first, Viscount. I'm really sorry, "the young girl replied casually." But I might say it again next time. I can't always remember. I'm sorry. "
"No need to be so polite. I know your personality, Miss Black Tea." Brando smiled. He found it very interesting to talk to the companions in his memories.
Black Tea was stunned. Her beautiful eyes widened. "Wow, I'm actually so famous?" She turned around and grabbed Allium Japonicum Senpai. She said with some surprise, "Senpai, did you see that? I'm also a famous person! My two months of Reputation really didn't go to waste! "
Brando shook his head. Black Tea was the second-in-command of the exploration team, but she was truly a person of action. Of course, this was a euphemism. To put it bluntly, she didn't think before doing things.
Allium Japonicum Senpai smiled. "Alright, Her Highness has been waiting for a long time, Viscount."
"Her Highness?"
"And Miss Bessidine, Her Highness has prepared a private banquet for you. I'll have Black Tea take you there directly," Allium Japonicum Senpai answered.
Brando knew that Princess Gryphine couldn't have known Viscount Cauldell and Bessidine because Viscount Cauldell, as a nameless person, should have died a long time ago. The assassination of Princess Gryphine happened at the end of the First Era. At that time, Her Highness naturally wouldn't have had any interactions with this Viscount. The only possibility was that Cauldell's dream had overlapped with his again. There were always coincidences in history, which meant that this Viscount might have experienced something similar.
Perhaps he had been the confidant of a princess from Erouine's previous dynasty, or perhaps he had been the confidant of a princess from a neighboring duchy. Perhaps he had been assassinated because he had passed on information regarding the princess's safety. Perhaps his regret came from the failure of his mission.
Brando let his imagination run wild. But what did this have to do with his fiancée? Why did he choose Haruz to be the one to complete this dream? There were better candidates in the team.
With anticipation for the private banquet to come, Brando followed Black Tea through Kinten Palace in Monsteros. Princess Gryphine's residence was near a garden in the depths of Kinten Palace. She had been living here alone ever since she returned to Corvado from the Arreck Province.
Kinten Palace had long been abandoned after the civil war. There were not many people in the large palace, and only a few female officials hurried by occasionally. Black Tea chattered along the way. Brando chatted with her intermittently, so it didn't seem lonely. He had a good relationship with Black Tea in his previous life. He deliberately spoke to her, which made her sigh at the fact that there were NPCs who understood players so well.
The private banquet was held in the garden. The three of them quickly arrived. Naturally, Black Tea wasn't qualified to participate in a secret NPC meeting of this level. She took her leave first. Brando saw that she had accepted a mission and gained experience. He couldn't help but sigh. Once upon a time, he had been one of them.
But this dream seemed so real, and all the details came from his heart.
Brando then led the young prince into the garden. He walked around a hedge of short roses and saw a figure in a pavilion not far away.
When Brando saw that figure, his heart skipped a beat.
This was the twenty-second year of Her Royal Highness' reign. In this year, the eldest princess had long since shed the innocence of a young girl and gained the nobility and elegance of a superior. Princess Gryphine stood there like a rose carved out of ice. Her slightly raised chin symbolized the pride of the royal family. Her originally bright eyes had become slender, and the determination in them had become mysterious and wise. The only thing that remained unchanged was her long silver curly hair, which was still draped over her favorite silver dress.
She was much taller than the little princess Brando had seen before. Her forehead could almost reach the tip of his nose, and she didn't have to raise her head to meet his eyes.
If Princess Gryphine was still a young girl in the first War of the Black Roses, she was now a charming mature woman. She exuded a majestic beauty, high and mighty, demure and at ease.
Before noticing Brando and Haruz, the eldest princess — to be exact, Erouine's half-queen — was thinking about something alone. Her most trusted maid stood behind her, motioning Brando and Haruz to stop with her eyes.
Princess Gryphine raised her head.
There was one thing about her that hadn't changed, and that was the bright and sharp look in her eyes. It represented her determination, or what others would call stubbornness. Even to the last moment of her life, she never changed.
Being swept by this gaze, Haruz, who had put his hand on Brando's hand, couldn't help but nervously grasp his hand. The 'little princess' lowered her head in fear and murmured subconsciously, "Sister, sister …"
It was like an instinct in the blood. Even though Princess Gryphine had changed a lot, Haruz still recognized at a glance that the strange yet familiar person in front of him was his sister. Although he didn't understand why his sister had become like this. It was as if many years had passed in an instant. Her gaze had become even more unbearable for him to look at.
As soon as Brando heard Haruz's voice, he broke out in a cold sweat. He thought the prince had at least become a little braver. He didn't expect him to show his true colors as soon as he saw his sister.
"Sister, Mr. Viscount, you're here." But what he didn't expect was that the princess nodded slightly at them and said so. Her voice was soft, like an elf's song.
Brando froze for a moment before he reacted. "The Lost Names rely on similar scenes in other people's dreams to recall their unbearable past bit by bit." In this dream, Bessidine was Princess Gryphine's sister, which meant that Viscount Cauldell's fiancée might really be a princess — the Viscount had gradually recovered some fragments of his memory.
No wonder he chose Haruz. With Haruz's relationship with Princess Gryphine in his dream, it was indeed the most fitting for his memory.
"But does this guy have no concept of men and women?" Brando couldn't help but think to himself.
"Mr. Viscount, I took the risk to have you and Bessidine come here today. You should know what I mean, right?" Princess Gryphine had already spoken again.
"Hmm?"
Brando looked at the Eldest Princess strangely. Her words confused him. But fortunately, he knew that this wasn't entirely his memory. The person in charge of this dream was Viscount Cauldell, which meant that this dream might be both familiar and unfamiliar to him.
With this mental preparation, Brando calmed down a lot.
"Archduke Arreck will also come tonight —"
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(PS: I'll update a chapter today and resume updating first. It's a bit stuck in the plot, but after discussing it with your Lady Nicole, I finally found some clues. Sob sob.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you're welcome to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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