Brando parted the crowd and saw the 'person'. To be exact, he could vaguely see that it was a woman. She was wearing tattered and burnt clothes that barely covered the important parts of her body. Her entire body was covered in burns, and some parts of her body had already festered. Her right hand was almost charred, and her beautiful face was covered in horrifying blisters. Half of her hair was burnt away, and it was difficult to distinguish her original appearance. His first thought when he saw the woman was that she was still alive. It was a miracle. Her chest was moving up and down weakly, which was the only sign that she was still alive. Furthermore, Brando could feel the residual aura of Holy Magic on her body. Magadal must have used Holy Magic to stabilize her injuries.
Other than that, he could not think of any other reason why she was still alive. But even so, it would be difficult for her to live for more than a few days. Organ failure would quickly take her life.
She was not a member of the diplomatic party. There were no women among the nobles of Cruz, so she should be an innocent civilian who was affected by Malthus's attack. What a pitiful woman. Brando could tell that she must have been a rare beauty before she was injured. But the flames would not show mercy to the fairer sex. She could still struggle in pain for a while, but soon she would return to the dark abyss and the embrace of Goddess Elaine. Brando mourned for her in his heart for a moment, and then turned to look at Magadal and the pale Dilferi. He did not recognize them and did not understand why they called him here. Could it be that these ladies suddenly felt sympathy and wanted to hold a funeral for this woman?
That was absolutely impossible. No matter how sympathetic he was, he would not put more than a thousand people in danger for a woman who was about to die.
"She is Delfien." Dilferi replied softly.
Brendel was slightly startled. He had some impression of this name, but it was difficult for him to distinguish the owner of this name from the countless names in his mind.
"She is the daughter of the Prime Minister." Magadal added when she saw Brando's confused expression.
Brando finally understood. So it was her! He did not know whether to laugh or cry. Half a year ago, this woman came to Firburh to cause trouble for him. At that time, because she almost hurt Freya, he got angry and locked her up in the water dungeon below Firburh Castle. However, Freya was kind enough to secretly release her and let Madam Veronica send her back to the Empire. After that, everything calmed down and he forgot about this matter. He could not punish Freya for such a small matter.
He did not expect to meet this lady in such a way after half a year. Although he thought that this Prime Minister's daughter was a little crazy, he was not so narrow-minded as to hold a grudge against a woman. Besides, Freya was only scared but not hurt. Seeing Delfien in such a state, he could not bear to see her like this. He could not help but shake his head, thinking that if he still had Holy Water No.1, he could save her life for the sake of the Prime Minister. But now, there was nothing he could do.
Realizing that the identity of the woman in front of him was somewhat special, Brando quickly adjusted his mentality. He always had to be careful of the Prime Minister's anger. He was very familiar with the famous Prime Minister Old Nidevan, but he did not know what kind of temperament Little Nidevan had. It was really worrying that he could give birth to such a narrow-minded and bigoted daughter. He looked at the others present and asked, "How did she come here, Sir Cooper, what does Earl Alcorn think should be done?"
Delfien was the daughter of the Prime Minister of the Empire, so the one who had the most power to decide her fate was naturally the people of Cruz. At present, the person with the highest status was undoubtedly Earl Alcorn. Brando did not want to get into trouble with the Prime Minister, but the Earl was not afraid. Besides, the Earl had no reason to refuse. After all, the nobles of Cruz still cared about their reputation.
But Brando did not expect Cooper to look at him with a very strange gaze and replied, "We haven't told Earl Alcorn yet. After all, in this situation, it is more appropriate for Earl Alcorn to make the decision."
Brando was stunned. Cooper was Earl Alcorn's retainer. Since when did he dare to make decisions for his lord? But he looked around and found that the people present did not seem to be surprised by this, and did not object to this statement. What does this mean? This woman had offended him before, but he did not seem to be narrow-minded to the point that he would not let a woman go. Even the nobles of Cruz had to show their dignity in the face of women's fashion. Could it be that in the eyes of the world, he, Brando, was worse than these nobles? Even Dilferi and Princess Magadal were here. In a sense, these two ladies could be considered as one of Tónigel's people. Their attitude made Brando feel very hurt.
Cooper seemed to have seen through Brando's confusion, but he did not dare to say anything. He could only give Princess Magadal a look. The latter sighed slightly and explained, "Mr. Brando, Delfien did not come here alone. Your White Lion Guards found her entourage and bodyguards. After their 'questioning', they were certain that they were actually here for you." Then the Nun Princess slowly explained the whole story.
Brendel felt like he was listening to a fairytale. He would never have thought that the Demon Slaying Spear in the Elf's hand was meant to be used against him, but it ended up saving everyone instead. The Prime Minister's daughter really made his hair stand on end. He did not know if she was too stubborn, or if she had perseverance and willpower. But this crazy woman deserved it. She came all the way here to deal with him, but she did not expect to attract the Black Dragon Malthus and end up like this in a sea of fire. Brendel looked at Delphine's almost deformed body, but he did not feel the slightest bit of schadenfreude. If there had been a mistake tonight, he would have been the one who ended up like this, and there would definitely be more people who would be implicated.
After all, this was not just a game.
He shook his head and sighed. "Forget it. After all, these things did not happen. This young lady … take her with you. If she can't hold on, at least give her a dignified funeral."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard his words, especially Cooper. Brendel's actions could be considered as giving face to the Prime Minister. Anyone who heard such a thing could only praise the Count from Aouine for his magnanimity. That Prime Minister Nidevan had no right to vent his anger on Brendel. Nobles always paid attention to their dignity. Cooper was even secretly grateful to Brando. He knew that the Count of Tónigel was not necessarily afraid of revenge from the Empire, but they could not afford to bear it. Brando was known for his toughness. He even dared to offend Her Majesty the Queen of the Empire. How could he be afraid of a mere Prime Minister? So in private, Cooper felt that the Count said this to take care of them. The Count's reputation in Erouine was excellent. He neither flattered nor bullied the weak. This saying seemed to have been confirmed.
Of course, Brando did not know that he was just saying it casually out of sympathy. The lower nobles in Cruz had so many opinions about him. It was as if he had become synonymous with noble character and had won an excellent reputation among the lower nobles. His thoughts were actually very simple. Since Miss Delfien was at death's door, there was no need for him to add insult to injury. He might as well be magnanimous and not let the Prime Minister, whose temper was unknown, find any excuse to cause trouble for him.
In fact, he was completely afraid of the Prime Minister's daughter. Even when facing the supreme of the Empire, at least the other party's actions were followed by logic. However, this young lady was purely a lunatic. The thoughts of a lunatic could not be guessed by normal logic. It was terrible to keep such a person as his enemy. Fortunately, the noble Mr. Malthus helped him solve this problem cleanly.
Brendel was so grateful to a certain Black Dragon that he almost shed tears of gratitude.
Because Graystone Town had been reduced to ruins due to the battle between the two dragons, the garrisons in the city — no matter which side they belonged to, in the eyes of the dragons, the Subterrane Dwellers of Jorgendy Ridge were no different from humans. Just like how a normal person would not differentiate between good and bad ants when stepping on ants, they would definitely trample all of them to death with one stomp. They had already fled long ago, so Aouine's envoy group did not encounter any trouble when they left. There were still draconic beasts in the city, but most of them had left with Malthus. The few that had fallen behind or had fallen unconscious in the ruins did not dare to find trouble with the hundreds of gargoyles in the sky. They all stayed far away and hid in the nearby hills.
Erouine's people and Cruz's people walked through the streets full of broken walls. As far as the eye could see, the whole town was a scene of devastation. The streets were full of rubble, and there were corpses of Troglodytes, Harpies, and even humans everywhere. The whole town was dead silent from above, like a ghost town. Brando looked at the completely destroyed eastern part of Graystone Town and could not help but sigh at the destruction caused by the battle between the supreme realm. It was foreseeable that in the next ten years, it would be difficult for this place to recover its prosperity, and it was more likely that the war would leave a shadow in everyone's heart. The refugees caused by the war might not even return to this place for a long time. This place would be abandoned for a long time, until decades later, the remains and withered grass left behind would tell the passersby what had happened here.
Stories about the shadows of the dragons sweeping across the land.
And this kind of spreading flames of war was only the beginning of an era of war and chaos. Brendel thought of the metal disc in Maynild's hands, and he had a vague feeling that a certain era might have already begun in advance. This Holy War might evolve into an even more widespread upheaval, and thus engulf the entire world in a never-ending vortex.
In another part of history, he had witnessed this with his own eyes. The only difference was that in this world, there was Erouine.
He turned around and waved at The Shire in the distance.
Erouine's diplomatic group was preparing to leave Graystone Town, but Sir Cooper had other work to do. Perhaps Brando finally convinced him, or perhaps he realized that bullying a little girl was not something to be proud of, so he decided to let the elf go. But now that they knew the origin of the Demon Slayer Spear, they could not let this unknown elf girl take it away, or else Count Floyd would blame it on them. They had already offended the House of Nidwen, but no one was willing to add the Floyts to the list.
Under Brando's suggestion, Cooper decided to personally persuade her to hand over the Demon Slayer Spear, and then she could go wherever she wanted, and no one would be able to stop her.
But the persuasion work was not easy.
"Little girl, we're not going to lock you up, but this spear belongs to us, the people of Cruz. As long as you leave it behind, you're free to go wherever you want."
"It was the elf who saved you, but you want to bite the hand that feeds you. You're bad!"
"I admit that, and we can compensate you, but the spear is neither yours nor ours, so you have to leave it behind. Do you understand?"
"Liar, you're bullying the elf!"
The elf's eyes glistened with tears. Cooper suddenly felt a headache coming on. He did not want to be known as a bully, but his mouth was already dry, and the little girl in front of him was stubborn. There were a few times when he almost fumed with anger, but he was too embarrassed to force himself on a little girl. Besides, even if he wanted to, Brando might not allow it. In front of him, the elf held the Demon Slayer Spear tightly and stared at him vigilantly. She did not want to leave it behind, nor did she want to give her treasure to this person. Although the other party was exaggerating, who knew if it was true or not? In her logic, if the elf picked up something, it would naturally be the elf's spoils of war.
In the end, Cooper could only say, "Forget it. Anyway, before you leave the spear behind, you can only stay here. When you've thought it through, you can come back and tell us."
After saying that, he left this damn place with a terrible headache.
After Cooper left for a while, the elf said to the pseudo-dragon beside her in fear, "Shanni, Shanni, what should we do? They're going to rob me."
Shanni rolled her eyes, thinking that it was obviously the elf who stole other people's things. However, when she thought that the Demon Slayer Spear belonged to the bad guys who wanted to catch her, she did not have the slightest hesitation in her heart. She replied matter-of-factly, "That's easy. They won't let us leave, so we'll just sneak away."
"Sneak away? But the elf's cloak has already been lost."
"It's okay." Shanni flapped her wings and said confidently, "Watch me."
The elf's expression changed, "Shanni, are you going to use your scary magic again? I, I think we shouldn't leave. Actually, it's good to stay here. That human sister is very nice to me. She even gave me candy to eat. I even exchanged names with her. She said her name is Yenid."
"You told her your real name?" Shanny was startled.
"Of course not."
"Then why did you exchange names?"
"I said my name is Little Elf."
"Go away, you damn naughty child." Shanni replied in a bad mood, "Can't you show some respect? Exchanging names is a sacred thing between friends."
"Okay, I'll go tell Yenid what you're called now. We won't leave." The elf replied carefully.
"Don't try to change the topic. My magic is scary!" Shanni was so angry that she slapped the elf's forehead with her wings, "If it wasn't for my magic last time, we would have fallen to our deaths when that bad woman and the black dragon were fighting."
"But if it wasn't for your magic, we wouldn't have been knocked down from the clouds!" The elf retorted with disdain.
"That … That was just the wrong spell." Shanni retorted.
"What about this time?"
"Of course it won't happen this time! You don't believe me. I won't be friends with you anymore, damn elf! "
"Okay, okay, really?" The little elf was startled and hurriedly comforted her companion.
"Of course it's true." Xianni patted her chest and promised, "Just watch me!"
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Brando was counting the casualties. The death rate of the White Lion Guards in this battle made him frown. In just a few minutes, the casualty rate had exceeded half of them. Fortunately, most of them were either dead or crippled under normal circumstances. With the help of the holy water, they could be treated as acceptable light injuries. Otherwise, he would have been worried sick. The White Lion Guards were his elites, the backbone of the future Erouine's basic infantry. Losing even one of them would make his heart ache. If it wasn't for the fact that he had no other choice, he wouldn't even dream of using them against a dragon.
He listened to the numbers reported by Maynild and Jutta as he watched the diplomatic party slowly pass through the west gate of Greystone Town. At this moment, he saw Cooper coming from the back of the party with a sour face. Seeing his expression, he knew that Cooper's persuasion wasn't going well.
"Sir Cooper, how is it?"
"Sigh, don't mention it." Cooper shook his head helplessly, "I've made a fool of myself in front of the count."
"It's not a big deal. Elves are naturally distrustful of humans, especially the Wild Elves. Although they often appear in human society, they are actually even colder than the Wind Elves." Brando replied. When he said this, he couldn't help but think of the Wild Elf sisters in the diplomatic party. Felaern could be said to be the typical Elf he had seen before. Her sister, Tia, was a little different. This probably had a lot to do with the fact that Tia grew up in the human world. "If you show enough sincerity, I think she won't be unreasonable. After all, she's just a child."
"The count is really knowledgeable," Cooper complimented. "But I don't have that much patience. She's just a child. She'll understand if I scare her a little. But does the count have any objections to this?"
Brando looked at Cooper, a little surprised that this guy would actually take a child seriously. He shrugged, thinking that as long as Cooper didn't go too far, he would be fine. "Don't cause too much trouble, sir. I have Elves among my subordinates too. I'm sure you know how I feel about them."
"Don't worry, I'm just scaring her," Cooper replied, "Besides, she's just a child. What can she do?"
Before he could finish his sentence, there was a loud boom. Everyone saw a pillar of fire rising into the sky from the back of the party.
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