PS: I've been writing less and less recently. I've looked back, and the plot is indeed not exciting enough. It's mainly because I've been too busy during the New Year. You can imagine that I've been going out to eat every day and coming back to write after ten or eleven. My head is always a mess, and the quality of the things I write is inevitably lower. I'm not satisfied with it either, so I've added another chapter today.
Old World, Brittany, Earl of Glamorgan, Jean Town, Winery.
After attending the banquet, Laing sat at the head of the table, while Elspeth and Theodore sat below. Laing gave the two sacred-level experts proper etiquette. These two nobles from Nur were indeed worthy of respect.
"So, you've come specifically for Emilia," Laing whispered to Elspeth, who was sitting below him, with a confused look on his face.
He was not confused about Emilia's identity. After all, Emperor Karl-franz had vaguely pointed it out before. He was confused about the Empire's attitude.
To put it bluntly, if the Empire really wanted to take Emilia back from him, there was no reason for them to only send a few dozen soldiers. The Kurfürst's personal guards were at least a thousand people, not to mention that Nur had at least a dozen knight regiments and twenty thousand soldiers.
"We've come for Emilia, and we've now confirmed her identity," Elspeth said. "In that case, we'll be returning in a few days."
"Wait, you're not going to take Emilia away?" Laing was a little confused. He said in a low voice, "I respect Emilia's decision. It's her freedom to choose whether to leave with you. So, if you choose to return, does that mean she's not willing to leave with you?"
His memory returned to a few days ago.
After meeting in Baldero's palace, Laing's little maid, Emilia, calmed down. Having lost her last hope, Emilia decided to put down her burden and talk to Elspeth and Theodore.
The two sacred-level experts in front of her were Emilia's staunch supporters. The little maid knew that they had come for her, and she could no longer escape. She could only talk to them.
The three of them found a secret room to talk. Out of respect for Emilia, Laing did not participate. He only told Emilia that he respected her decision. If she wanted to leave, she was free to do so. If she did not, Laing would protect her even if she had to use force.
Amelia thanked him in a low voice before entering the secret room to discuss the details. No one knew what the three of them discussed in the room.
"We're here to confirm that Emmanuel is still alive, and that she is indeed Emmanuel." The Black Lady of Nur closed her eyes. Her voice was like a cold wind blowing from a cemetery, causing the originally warm atmosphere in the winery to turn cold. "That's enough. We should go back and prepare until we think that Nur is ready to welcome her back. Before that, she'll continue to stay with you."
"I don't think I've agreed to let Emilia leave," Laing retorted.
"Mr. Laing, we don't mean to be enemies with you, but I hope you can understand that Emilia … or Emilia, is not yours. She has Marcus' blood in her. She's the last direct descendant of Marcus, the first Kurfürst of Brescia and Grand Duke of Weisseng. The people of Weisseng need her. The soldiers of Weisseng need her." Theodore tried his best to soften his tone. The chief judge of Nur was obviously a little wary of Laing's skills. "She also has the blood of Ludwig the Savior. She's the only legal representative of the Grand Duke of Nur. Everyone has to carry out their duties in this dark age. Oh Charlemagne, I'm sure you can understand."
Laing's expression was dark, but he had to admit that the two guests from Nur had a point. Emilia did not belong to anyone. She had been Laing's maid for six years. Even if she owed him money, she had already paid it off. Whether she was willing to return to Nur depended not on Laing but on Emilia.
Since Emilia and Theodore had decided to return, they must have gotten a promise from her. This meant that Emilia had finally decided to return.
This was her duty and mission. Laing did not have the right to stop her.
"Then how can I guarantee that you really support Emilia and are not trying to trick her into returning?" Laing asked.
"Time will prove everything. We have always been Emilia's staunchest supporters. She is the only one who can order us around. Emilia can prove this. We have been looking for her for almost ten years." Elspeth rarely spoke so much. "The engineers of the Armoured Nur and Nur Firearms Academy are also waiting for Emilia's return. The nobles need Emilia. Emperor Karl-franz has also expressed his support for our actions. If we welcome Emilia back, he will support Emilia as the Empire's emperor to become the Kurfürst again."
"Okay." Laing leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.
Elspeth and Theodore Bruckner left the winery. They would pack up and return to Nur to clean up the court and political situation and prepare for Emilia's return.
After the two guests left, Laing sat in his seat and did not speak for a long time. He tried to open his mouth, only to find that his wife, Suria, was standing behind him. "Suria?"
"Laing, my husband …" The female knight was wearing a marquess' dress. She came to Laing's side gently and sat on Laing's lap. She hugged him gently. "You must miss Emilia, right?"
"I am a man, after all." Laing hugged the woman in his arms and said helplessly, "But the Rose of the Cemetery and the Chief Judge of Nur were right. Everyone has their own responsibilities in the world. Emilia's responsibility is not to serve me as a maid, but to return to Nur and fulfill her duties as the successor of the Kurfürst."
Suria hugged her husband. She hesitated for a moment and said in a low voice, "Actually … Emilia's return to Nur as the Kurfürst will only benefit you. You will have another strong ally. You can also borrow the family of engineers who produce the powerful war machines. Most importantly, Laing, perhaps because of Emilia, the alliance between Brittany and the Empire will be even closer."
"Even closer?" Laing was deep in thought. "That's right. If I rescue Emilia and send her back to the Empire, the relationship between the two parties will indeed be even closer. Nur, as the hometown of Ludwig, the Savior, has always been regarded as one of the most important cities in the Empire."
"Emilia told me that if she goes back, she will find a way to sign a military alliance with you." Suria threw out another heavy bomb. The female knight said in a weird tone, "Be content, my husband. Emilia wants to go back not only for herself but also for you!"
"Her future will be decided by herself. Nur will give her the last chance to make a choice." Laing thought for a moment and shook his head again. "I'd better not see Emilia for now. Emilia's future will be decided by herself. This is her natural right."
Since returning to Jean's castle, Emilia had locked herself in her room. The little maid now had to make the final choice herself.
"Go and have a good rest for two days. Laing, everything will be fine. Don't worry about your territory. I'll take care of it for you." Suria let Laing bury his head in her broad chest and said gently, "Go and rest."
"Thank you, Suria. It's good to have you here." The female knight's gentleness gradually melted the uncomfortable corner of Laing's heart. He hugged his wife. "Suria, don't worry. I'm fine."
Their lips closed, and Leon and Sulia gently kissed each other. Their tongues intertwined for a full two to three minutes before the female knight shyly pushed her husband away, indicating that he should rest. Otherwise, if they continued to kiss, the female knight herself would not be able to withstand it.
Leon obeyed and returned to his bedroom. The bed in the winery's bedroom had already been made, and the dark elf Olica was standing in front of the bed in a black and white lace maid outfit. She was wearing black high heels and white silk stockings. "Master, everything is ready. I'm here to help you rest."
The dark elf's amber eyes flashed. Her long black hair fell straight down to her waist. She helped Laing close the curtains and windows and blew out the candles. After Laing got into bed, Olica bent down and untied the laces of her high heels. She kicked them off and went into Laing's arms. "Master ~"
In the dark bedroom, the light outside was covered by the curtains. The room became quiet. Only the sound of rustling could be heard.
"Olica, will you leave me too? Go back to Nagaros? "Laing hugged the dark elf pillow in his arms and asked worriedly.
"I won't, master." Olica shook her head. The dark elf leaned on Laing's neck and leaned on his chest. "To Drucci, Nagaros is not our home. Our ultimate goal is to kill our way back to Ossouin. That is our home. But to me, Olica Claudia, a place with a master is my home."
"I always feel like you're lying to me ~" Laing said half-jokingly. His big hand groped the dark elf's white silk legs. "I asked Tegris, and he didn't tell me that. He said that you dark elves are very … very strange, and pursue some strange fetishes."
Laing told Olica what Tegris said.
"Master ~ That's what Morath and her sorceress like to do! Or it's the bride of Lord Cain of Hal Gunsi, 'Witch' Heliben and her group of crazy executioners! " Olica angrily stuck out her tongue and kissed Laing. After a few kisses, the dark elf continued, "Witch Queen Morath has always been suspected of being related to sex. She … knows too much about the enemy. Also, the Witch Queen often uses the gold and silver in the Titan Mountains to hire the barbarians in the north who believe in chaos to make up for the lack of soldiers. Witch Heliben tries to satisfy Cain's endless thirst for blood and the art of killing. They are also the main force in the war against the high elves. Tegris only knows part of it. He's slandering me!"
"I don't really understand you elves …" After chatting with Olica for a while, Laing's mood became better. He casually complained, "My maids are not simple. Emilia is actually the declared successor of the Kurfürst. Olica, don't tell me you used to be a Fear Overlord of Nagaros?"
The dark elf's expression changed slightly. She quickly replied, "Master, don't think so much. Duruqi didn't declare such things. The winner is the king. The Fear Overlord has always been chosen through bloody assassinations, duels, and conspiracies. I have long become your maid, and I will always be your maid."
After saying that, the dark elf said shyly and angrily, "I've already engraved your imprint on my body. Do you think I don't know what the spiritual tattoo you engraved on my abdomen is? Really! Master, you'd rather believe the nonsense of Lilith being the number one God's Chosen than believe me? I'm ignoring you! "
After saying that, the dark elf pouted and turned over.
"I'm just asking casually. I don't mean anything else." Ryan hurriedly coaxed. He hugged the dark elf's waist from behind, feeling her smooth and creamy skin.
"Master ~ Then you have to work hard! If you want to apologize, then express it with your actions. "
"Alright, alright ~"
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