By the time Frey Derick was announced as the new Crown Prince of the Empire, it was already noon.
Even though the people of the Empire and the Brittany still did not see eye to eye with each other, there was no longer any conflict between the two sides. They were now compatriots, the last line of defense between the destruction of Chaos and the common people. Everyone knew that if they did not unite, they would die without a doubt. Therefore, both sides reached a compromise. The people of the Empire began to address the Brittany as' our brave brothers', while the Brittany addressed the people of the Empire as' the loyal guardians of the homeland '.
They fought together, sacrificed together, and sang together.
The Empire made two major decisions. The first was to appoint Frey Derick as the new Crown Prince. The second was that there was no longer a need to defend Brunswick. The court of the Empire would be moved to Nur, where the Emperor and the Knight King would gather and reorganize the remaining Allied Forces of Order.
The weather was a little chilly. The nobles of the Empire did not gather for lunch. Instead, they returned to their own residences. The series of events that happened to Emperor Karl-franz made the nobles feel that a new storm was brewing. They needed to go back and discuss how to deal with it.
Emilia, the Countess of the Empire, could not hide her excitement after her son was successfully appointed as the new Crown Prince. She returned to her base camp in Rundstedt Castle. It was a cold day, and snow was falling outside the window. Due to the bad weather, the planned post-war summary was postponed. Emilia left the matter to her son and sat alone in the castle courtyard, sipping on black tea.
Her decades of planning had finally succeeded. Her son had finally become the new Crown Prince of the Empire. After achieving her goal, Emilia suddenly felt a little empty. She did not know what she should do.
What else could she do? Go back to Laing's side and continue being his little maid. Emilia thought as she sipped on her black tea. The Countess of the Empire was not particularly interested in power, power, and wealth. She did like to live a luxurious life, be the focus of banquets, and be the arbiter. But compared to Laing, these were not worth mentioning.
With this thought in mind, Emilia took out a mirror from her pocket. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her meticulous makeup was a little smudged after an entire morning of activities. But it still could not hide the unique grace of a Countess of the Empire. She could not help but feel proud.
Although she had never fought on the battlefield like her sister Suria, Emilia still meticulously made a military uniform for herself. It was the same as Suria's military uniform. It did not lack any epaulettes or braids. However, Emilia's military uniform was dark red with a black cross-shaped heraldic button on the collar. Inside, she was wearing a white calico shirt. Suria's signature dark blue pleated skirt with white edges was replaced by a white pleated skirt with red edges on Emilia's. The hem of the skirt extended to about ten centimeters above her knees. Her two slender snow-white legs were wrapped in dark opaque sparkling stockings. Then, a pair of soft feet stepped into black stiletto boots.
Amelia was in a very good mood today. It was rare that she didn't fatten up her long blonde hair. Instead, she let it naturally drape over her shoulders. She only tied a small braid behind her right ear with a blue ribbon.
Amelia was very satisfied with her outfit. She had a graceful bearing, a noble aura, and a heroic aura from her military uniform.
The only thing she was not happy about was … Laing's maid gestured in front of her chest, and her face fell. After all, she was not Suria. Although the maid was not small, sometimes she had to squeeze a little. On the other hand, Suria was a great beauty who could give off a sense of oppression even in a military uniform. The Lake Fairy never wore a military uniform. The goddess's clothes always revealed her northern hemisphere. She probably had a lot of interaction with Suria about this.
"Knock, knock." While Emilia was still thinking, there was a knock on the door. "Mom?"
"Frey, please come in." Emilia hurriedly tidied up her attire and gestured for her son to come in.
Seeing that Frey Derick was still wearing yesterday's tattered and battered armor, Emilia complained subconsciously. "You are already the crown prince of the Empire. Why are you still wearing this armor? Didn't I prepare it for you …"
At this point, the maid suddenly realized why her son was dressed like this. She could not help but smile. "You did the right thing, Frey. Well done! You should dress like this. Tell everyone that you commanded the defense of Nur and participated in the Battle of Brunswick. We of Nur have sacrificed everything to protect the Empire. Your position is not comparable to that of Volten who is still dealing with the Chaos near Ostmark, or Luitpold II who has been hiding for the entire battle. "
"Hehe." Frey Derick scratched his head. Laing's eldest son still could not believe that his Godfather had directly made him the crown prince. But it had already happened, and he could not help but be happy. "Godfather is like a different person. And he even put the Hunter Marshal Wolfhart under my command! Once Lord Wolfhart recovers, we'll be able to obtain a Sanctuary expert! "
"That's right. You are the crown prince. Naturally, you have to have your own core team." Emilia could not help but be happy. She gestured for her son to sit opposite her. "Also, you have to pay attention to Guard Rick. Luitpold II is not good at commanding an army, nor does he have any achievements. But it is said that he is good at writing and internal affairs. In the future, you have to remember to leave a suitable position for him in your court. This position must be important, but also not that important."
"Understood!" Frey Derick immediately understood what his mother meant. Laing's eldest son rolled his eyes and completely understood.
"Don't show your happiness or anger on your face. Don't let others know what you are thinking. Frey, look at you now. You are like a rat that has crawled out of its damp cave and stolen a whole piece of cheese. " Emilia's graceful and beautiful face was slightly reproachful. "Put away your expression, calm down, stay calm, listen more, see more, learn more, and speak less."
"Yes! Your son understands. "Frey Derick also realized that he was a little carried away. He quickly lowered his head.
"You also have to remember that your position as the crown prince is not only because of the tens of thousands of Nur soldiers behind you, but also because of me and the Nur nobles. If it were not for your father and the Brittany army on the other side of the mountain that lost more than half of its soldiers in this battle, you would not have been able to get this position so easily." Emilia reached out and pressed her son's shoulder. She lectured seriously like a mother. "Whether it is strength or prestige, you are actually not enough. A large part of the reason why the emperor chose you is that the emperor must give an explanation to the tens of thousands of Nur and Brittany who died in the battle. He must give an explanation to your father. This is a compromise."
Frey Derick's eyes changed for a while. He lowered his head to show his approval. He was still unwilling, but he had to accept it.
"I will gradually hand over the power in my hands to you, but you also have to be closer to your father and communicate more." Amelia knew how awkward her son was. That was how fathers and sons were. Even if they had feelings for each other, they would only say a few words. If they said too much, it would seem like they were tired of each other. Frederick was an adult. He had feelings for his father, Ryan, but he didn't want to express them. As a mother, she knew this very well.
For Laing, the Sun King had too many things to pay attention to. He had an entire country and countless internal affairs to deal with. He had so many attendants, subordinates, and bureaucrats to meet. Everyone wanted to get Laing's attention. For example, Talleyrand relied on flattery, Berliat relied on flattery, Kalad relied on steadfastness, François relied on independence, and Berchemund relied on his incomparable strength and the most senior bloodline.
Other than that, Laing also had to consider military affairs and diplomacy. He also had to balance the storm in his backyard. He could not always pay attention to his eldest son who was far away from his sight.
"I understand." Frey Derick pursed his lips. He hesitated for a while before saying, "Mother, Godfather said that it would be best for us to prepare urgently. When we move to Nur, we can immediately hold the wedding while everyone is here."
"Hold a wedding ceremony? Isn't that a good idea? " Emilia nodded. She did not understand why her son disagreed. "This is an excellent opportunity. The Empire only has four provinces left (Weison, Rick, Avey, and Saul). It has been three years since the war started in 2522. Both the army and the citizens have reached their mental and physical limits. They do need a ceremony to relax. This is also the best opportunity for you to stand on the stage and show off to the citizens of the Empire."
"But …" Frey Derick was still hesitant. "Isn't it too hasty?"
"Too hasty? It is. "Emilia's gaze became dangerous." Wait, don't tell me you … "
"Alisala is not …" Frey Derick was a little embarrassed. "She's not back yet!"
"You bastard! You want to marry two at once? " As expected, Amelia's expression changed. She was so angry that she slapped Frederick's head and screamed, "You can't do that! Absolutely not! Your wedding must be held immediately. It must be held when Karl, Laing, and I are all here. I don't care about your little fairy, I don't care! "
"So, mother, do me a favor!" Frey Derick begged his mother. His son grabbed his mother's hand and begged, "Go ask father, ask him to ask the fairy in the lake, how is Alisala?"
"Okay, you only know how to betray your mother, right?" Emilia was so angry that she wanted to hit her son's butt. Frey Derick quickly ran a few steps away. His eldest son even smiled ambiguously. "I'm just giving mother an excuse. You and father haven't seen each other for a long time. Why don't you take this opportunity to have a good reunion? Sleep with father and everything will be solved! "
"You little brat, what are you talking about!" Emilia was really angry now. "What do you think your mother is?"
"I'm creating an opportunity for you! Mother! You have to know that your son will always be on your side, and your son will always cheer for you! " Frey Derick waved his fist and said seriously, "A mother's honor depends on her son, and her son is the glory of his mother. Mother, at this time, we have to be more united and resolutely defeat old aunt Lilith and stinky brother Devin!"
"Pfft!" Amelia was originally very angry, but she was amused by her son's words. She blushed and reluctantly agreed with her son's point of view. "But, we just finished lunch. Why should I go look for him? Afternoon tea is at three o 'clock! "
"Take a nap!" Frey Derick grabbed a down pillow from the bed and stuffed it into Emilia's arms. "Tell father that you want to take a nap, but you're afraid of the cold, especially your feet. You want father to sleep with you! Then, I'll just wear this military uniform with black stockings! "
"Ah, that's …" Amelia's face turned red after hearing her son's words. The Countess thought for a bit and couldn't help but nod. She thought that her son understood his father quite well. Ryan loved uniforms and stockings the most. If she did as her son said, with her understanding of Ryan, her man would easily agree.
Frey Derick smiled. He did not say that this was actually Alissanda's most common trick. The high school queen often used the excuses of "being alone", "being afraid of the cold", and "having cold feet" to crawl into his bed in a nightgown and pantyhose. Frey Derick almost could not control himself several times.
"Go, go, go, mother!" Seeing that his mother was still a little embarrassed, Frey Derick simply pushed her out of the door.
After Emilia left, Frey Derick sat in his mother's seat. The crown prince of the Empire helped his mother deal with the documents. This was something that he was used to. When he was a child, Emilia held him in her arms all day long in the Kurfürst Palace in Nur, reading documents, correcting them, and explaining them to him one by one.
A few minutes later, about twenty-five young captains of the Empire and generals of the Empire who made great contributions in the Battle of Brunswick came in with his fiancée, Noelle. Among them, the youngest was less than twenty years old, and the oldest was only thirty-five years old.
Under the leadership of Noelle, the rising stars of the army collectively saluted Frey Derick.
"Loyal! Sincere! "
On the other hand, in the afternoon, Laing sat in the king's golden tent and was also reading documents. The Knight King was speculating about who would become the incarnations of the eight winds.
The Wind of Light went to the north? Lilith?
Who would the Wind of Flame choose? Asuyan, the Lord of the Phoenix?
What about the Wind of Beast? The incarnation of Tal?
The Wind of Metal was either a dwarf or Galt, right?
The Wind of Jade was most likely Azeroth. Then, the Queen of Eternity, Alariel?
The Wind of Death? Nagash was dead, and there was no chance for him to be resurrected in a thousand years. Then … Emperor Setra? Vlad, the Lord of Death?
Wind of Shadow? Olica? Malecis?
Laing was still thinking about all this when he heard some movement outside. The Old Guard first asked a question and then immediately saluted. The visitor walked in smoothly. It was Emilia, the Empire's Countess, wearing a red and white Empire uniform with a pleated skirt! She was also hugging a pillow.
"Emilia? What's wrong? What's the matter? "Laing put down his quill.
"Why, can't I look for you if there's nothing?" Emilia was unhappy with Laing's attitude. "Our son has finally become the Crown Prince. Aren't you going to say something?"
"How should I say something?" Laing smiled. When he saw Emilia's outfit, his eyes lit up, and he immediately motioned his little maid to come over.
"Take a nap with me!"
Emilia stuffed the pillow into Laing's arms.
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