When Erouine's Princess Royal walked into the second floor of the hall, she seemed to be following Arathor or Lonina, the two Ice Queens. The hall was as silent as winter, and as if a ghost had passed through the crowd, the sound fell and froze into powder. Just as the Miirna people on the glacier said, "Ghosts can devour human voices."
Brando looked away from the ostentatious balcony and happened to meet Gryphine's gaze. The Fairy Princess had one hand on the railing and her gaze was as sharp as a sword. She looked down at him from above, making his heart skip a beat.
Brando vaguely felt that there was something different in Princess Gryphine's gaze. It was as cold as the gaze of an executioner looking at a prisoner on death row.
"What's wrong?" Whether it was in his previous life or this one, he had never seen the princess look at him with such a gaze.
The strange silence only lasted for a moment. Princess Gryphine looked away and only then did she officially announce the start of the banquet on the second floor. The musicians seemed to come back to their senses and the melodious sound of the xylophone filled the hall again.
Everything before seemed to be an illusion, but as Brendel watched the princess turn around and walk downstairs, he vaguely felt that something was wrong. He turned back and looked at the little prince dressed up as Princess Bessidine beside him and asked, "Haruze, what else did your sister say to you?"
"Teacher …" Haruze started to speak but stopped. His slender, snow-white neck glistened under the light but it was covered with fine beads of sweat. He looked nervous.
At that moment, a dark voice came from behind the two of them and interrupted Haruze. "Lord Viscount."
Brando turned back and saw an elderly female official standing behind him and Haruze. The female official wore a light blue ceremonial dress. Her hair was white and every wrinkle on her face seemed to be dignified. Only when she saw them did her serious expression soften slightly and she revealed a polite smile. "Viscount Cauldell, Miss Bessidine, Her Highness the Princess is looking for you."
"Her Highness the Princess? Looking for us? "
"Yes, Her Highness the Princess is waiting for you and Miss Bessidine over there," replied the female official.
"What business does Your Highness have with us?" Brando was suspicious. He always felt that Princess Gryphine's cold eyes meant something. What's more, Haruz had just left his sister's place, and Her Royal Highness had asked them to come over. Obviously, it was not for her 'sister'.
Everything before his eyes was completely different from what had happened in history. Brendel knew that Cauldell's own memories were at work here, but it wasn't an easy task to remove these memories from the Dream Realm and find out what they were pointing to.
Brando suddenly thought of a possibility. "What if, in this dream, Viscount Cauldell is the Princess' enemy?" If Viscount Cauldell was on the opposite side of Gryphine, then perhaps the princess's gaze would be easy to understand.
"But if Viscount Cauldell is on the opposite side of the Eldest Princess, then who could he possibly be?"
Even though dreams were myths, they wouldn't form on their own. Just like how people couldn't imagine things they hadn't seen before out of thin air. Even fantasy creatures, dragons and ghosts were mostly born from what people had seen and heard in the real world. For example, horses with long horns and birds of prey with the head of an eagle and the body of a lion. In other words, Viscount Cauldell's appearance at this banquet was probably to replace another person at this banquet.
"Who could that person be? Cauldell's remaining memories must have picked someone in this scene who had a similar experience to him. This person definitely wouldn't be unknown, because he should at least have some connection to Haruz, who is represented by Princess Bessidine. "
Brando suddenly remembered something. Before Haruz and Ellara got married, he actually had a marriage contract. The marriage contract was with Duke Arreck's adopted daughter, a woman named Essai. This woman was really unknown in history, but Brando knew that she was actually an Elemental Activated Wizard. In private, she was an assassin and spy trained by Duke Arreck.
In other words, if Haruz became Bessidine and became Princess Gryphine's sister in this dream, then his identity was very likely Essai in this dream. A spy and assassin on Duke Arreck's side.
Brando suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. He wondered what Viscount Cauldell's unfulfilled wish was. Was it regret from the failed assassination? Or regret from the successful assassination?
If it was the former …
He shuddered and turned back to look at the second floor again. The tightly shut door was like an ominous sign that haunted his mind. Brando turned back to look at Haruz. If they had to kill Princess Gryphine in order to leave this dream, would this little prince be able to accept it?
He shook his head inwardly.
"Lord Viscount?" The older female official saw that Brando was lost in thought and asked again.
Brando finally turned back and nodded at her, indicating that she should take them to the princess. Just as the female official said, Princess Gryphine was indeed waiting for them at the side of the hall. She stood under the oil painting of Anson the Eleventh. This ancestor had once brought Erouine a brief resurgence, just like her.
And the two of them seemed to have similar endings.
The princess looked up at the oil painting and only turned back when she noticed the two approaching. Brando noticed that the coldness in her silver eyes was no longer there. It was as if what he saw before was just an illusion.
The Eldest Princess saw Brando and Haruz and a gentle smile appeared on her face. "I've made you wait, Viscount Cauldell. The situation is critical now and Bessidine is still young. I had to tell her some things in advance. "
"It's nothing," Brando answered, but he was thinking about his previous guess. If Cauldell really was an assassin, then his identity might have been exposed before this. Otherwise, the princess wouldn't have looked like that before.
But he was curious about why the Eldest Princess had called him here now. If she wanted to make a move, the best chance would be when he and Haruz were separated, and not when she had her sister return to his side.
Princess Gryphine glanced at them and then asked in a small voice, "Viscount, do you remember what I said to you before?"
"… Which part is Your Highness referring to?" Brando paused slightly. As the substitute of this dream, he had no memory of anything before this. If it was said that everything before was in line with historical developments, he could still make guesses. But now, the entire banquet was completely out of his control.
Princess Gryphine glanced at him, her eyes mocking. "Duke Arreck will be here soon. I know he has plans tonight, but I plan to announce your relationship with Bessidine before that. I told you before that if anything happens to me, you and Bessidine can take over the throne and stand out publicly against Arreck.
"Although the nobles have never stood with me, they might not be on Arreck's side wholeheartedly. Ever since the battle of Ampere Seale, Arreck has made many enemies and even enemies. Once I die, they definitely won't sit by and watch Arreck take the throne. House Seifer has an old grudge against him. I once let my brother go. When I die, he might not be able to become your ally, but he will definitely become Arreck's enemy. Also, the Old Friends of Lantonilan will be your staunch support … "
"Sister …" Haruz couldn't help but speak.
"Bessidine, don't interrupt." Gryphine looked at her "sister" and was a little serious. "From today onwards, you must learn to endure."
She sighed again, a little tired. "I didn't want it to come to this. Madara is watching us covetously. Erouine has actually lost his last chance. But Cruz's people might not be willing to face the undead directly, so they might turn to support you. This is Erouine's last chance … "
Brando listened to these words quietly on the side. He was a little puzzled. He had already unconsciously taken Viscount Cauldell to be that assassin in history. He knew that Princess Gryphine probably already knew Viscount Cauldell's identity. But what he found strange was, why did she still say these things in front of him?
"Isn't she afraid that she'll leak the secret?"
"Or does she already think of herself as a dead person?"
For a moment, Brando couldn't guess what the Princess was thinking. But the development of the dream had completely exceeded his understanding. Viscount Cauldell's dream, his dream, and Haruz's dream had already overlapped. He could even smell the thick scent of blood in the air.
He turned back to look at Haruz. The "little princess" also looked worried.
Princess Gryphine seemed to have finished saying her last words. Then she smiled slightly and raised her wine glass to the two of them. Brando knew that the Eldest Princess in history couldn't have been unaware of her own death. Otherwise, she wouldn't have safely moved Haruz out before that. She had actually said what she said today to the core members of the Scarlet Travelers that day, but she hadn't said it so directly.
Now that he thought about it, the meaning of the Eldest Princess' words that day had been very clear. Unfortunately, only his senior sister had noticed some clues.
Brando couldn't help but feel a little depressed. He saw the Princess' actions and also picked up his wine glass from the silver tray beside him. Although he hadn't paid much attention to it, after months of sudden training from Amandina, he now had a slight grasp of the etiquette between nobles.
"Viscount Cauldell, to you, and also to Bessidine and Erouine. Cheers." The Eldest Princess looked at him with her silver eyes and raised her wine glass. When she said "to Erouine," she lost control of her emotions slightly but still put the glass to her lips very naturally and took a sip.
Brando was about to raise his glass but at that moment, Haruz suddenly reached out and slapped the glass out of his hand. It fell onto the carpet.
"You can't drink, Teacher. There's poison in the wine," the little prince reminded him in a small voice, a little agitated.
Brando paused slightly but didn't look too surprised. He raised his head to look at the Princess in front of him. Since he'd guessed Viscount Cauldell's identity, he'd already known that there might be something wrong with the wine. He hadn't planned on drinking the wine in the first place but he didn't think that Haruz would dare to go against his sister's wishes.
Although it was just a myth, it was already very rare for the little prince.
"Bessidine!" The Princess was completely stunned by her sister's actions. Brando saw her clench her fists and her thin brows almost knitted together. She took a deep breath and then asked coldly, "What are you doing?"
"Sister, Mr. Brando wouldn't hurt you … You, you're wrong. He's not that person!" Haruz didn't dare to contradict his sister and could only lower his head and explain in a small voice.
"Brando?"
Princess Gryphine paused slightly. She looked at her "sister" and then at Brando. "Who's that? Bessidine, what are you talking about? "
"No, no …" Only then did Haruz realize that he'd let it slip and quickly corrected himself. "Viscount Cauldell, he's a good person."
Brando had inexplicably been called a good person. More importantly, this good person card had been given to him by a boy. This made him feel slightly awkward. But he didn't say anything to explain himself. Instead, he quietly watched the scene unfold because in that moment, he could already feel something in the depths of his heart begin to stir.
This was the throbbing of a dream.
In other words, Viscount Cauldell might have personally experienced this scene in a certain era, at a certain banquet.
Bessidine was arguing with her sister.
This scene brought back Viscount Cauldell's memories. Brando could almost feel that this Knight, who had lost his reputation, was returning to the era he belonged to.
He raised his head and saw that the entire hall was changing. It was gradually changing from the architectural style after Erouine's revival to an even more ancient era. The frieze style of the glorious Anson the Eleventh era disappeared. The banister of the stairs seemed to have become an even more simple wooden product. All the decorations and people's clothes around them were changing. Finally, it was reverting to a style that Brando — no, more accurately, a style that a certain Elf lady in Brando's body was very familiar with.
The era when the honor of the Wind Elves had returned.
It was the Elves —
Brando had heard Saint-ausol mention the era she lived in many times. Everything in front of him was so familiar, almost exactly the same as what he had heard.
He turned his head and saw that Haruz had already blocked Princess Gryphine.
"Bessidine, he's Arreck's assassin! He's no longer the Cauldell you know. He betrayed you a long time ago. "
"Sister, it can't be, it can't be, because Brando … Mr. Cauldell, he —"
Haruz explained in a small voice. But he suddenly thought of a terrifying possibility. His beautiful face paled instantly. He turned his head and stared at Brando with some fear. "Mr. Brando, you …"
At the same time, the throbbing in Brando's heart became even more obvious.
He seemed to hear a voice echoing in his heart over and over again.
"Kill her!"
"Kill her!"
"Kill them!"
In that moment, he already knew that it was Viscount Cauldell's identity. Brando's hand rested on the scabbard of Halran Gaia. He lowered his eyes slightly. His palms were covered in cold sweat.
"What do we do?"
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(PS: You're back. You went out to play and caught a cold. I'm so heartless. I'll write a chapter today. It feels pretty good. Let's see if I can recover tomorrow. Ah, I'm so sorry. Why is it so hard for me to write and make it so painful for everyone to follow me … I really want to write a bunch of chapters smoothly.) (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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