"So, my brother is determined to start the expedition?"
On the sofa in the winery, Laing picked up a cup of tea and said with a sigh, "Unknowingly, my brother has also embarked on this path."
Suria sat beside him, and the female knight was also holding a cup of black tea. She said casually, "This is my brother's lifelong dream. Father also supports him."
"Well …" Laing nodded calmly.
It was drizzling outside the house. It was already early spring. Year after year, Laing found that time really passed quickly. He now had his own territory, his own army, and his own home.
Laing and his wife were talking about Julius. After a battle with Luo Jia before the New Year, Julius officially announced that he would give up all his titles and began the Holy Grail Expedition.
His first stop was the Arden Forest, and then the Gray Mountains. The expedition knights would first travel all over Brittany as much as possible, and then consider leaving the Knight King's Kingdom for an expedition to other places.
Generally speaking, for all the expedition knights, the first stop must be Bastogne, the place where the dragon rose in Brittany. Therefore, Julius also chose the Arden Forest to start his journey.
"What about Emilia?" Laing suddenly mentioned his little maid. He smiled and said, "Veronica and I did have doubts about her identity, but I really didn't expect that she would be the first successor of the Kurfürst and the Duchess."
Brittany's inheritance law was slightly different from that of the Empire.
The Empire's inheritance law was the eldest son, the eldest son, the eldest daughter, the eldest grandson, the illegitimate child, and then the collateral relatives, and so on.
Brittany's inheritance law was the eldest son, the eldest grandson, the eldest daughter, the collateral relatives, and then the illegitimate child.
That was why the Knight of the Holy Grail Anthelme said that he was the third successor after Julius and Suria. It was because he was François's cousin.
The Empire allowed the emergence of a Duchess and allowed women to inherit the title, but Brittany did not. In principle, the Knight King's Kingdom did not allow a woman to hold such a high title. The noblewoman would publicly seek a husband under the king's order, and the successful knight would marry into the family as the woman's partner and inherit the title of Duke.
However, it seemed that François could still stay in the position of Duke for a long time, in various senses.
"Nur has sent an army of more than a thousand people to welcome Emilia, and they will arrive in a few days. This army will be led by the Grand Marshal of Nur Erstein, the Chief Justice of Nur Theodor Bruckner, and the Black Lady of Nur Elspeth. It will be made up of the elites of more than a dozen Armoured Nur and Nur Knights." Suria was wearing a white ivory silk dress today, showing her amazingly beautiful long legs. The female knight said with a faint smile and a hint of jealousy, "I heard that Emilia was angry at you."
"Yes." Speaking of this, Laing could not stop smiling bitterly.
As the time to return to Nur was getting closer and closer, and for some reason, Emilia began to become irritable and unreasonable.
Especially towards Laing, the little maid would sometimes irritably ask Laing to stay away from her. She did not want to see him, and after Laing cooperated and stayed away from Emilia, the little maid would get angry and think that Laing did not like her anymore, so she would ask him to come back and hug her to sleep.
This made Laing feel at a loss. Of course, the Count himself knew why Emilia became like this, so he tried his best to tolerate Emilia's bad temper.
Suria also understood. It was obvious that Emilia wanted to marry Laing, and in the end, she became the final winner. Moreover, Emilia had always maintained a very good relationship with Suria, and always called her "sister" very sweetly.
"Go accompany Emilia for the next few days," Suria said generously.
"… Let's change the topic." Laing awkwardly changed the topic, "Speaking of which, something big happened in the Empire recently."
"Something big?" Suria put the pastry into her mouth.
"A new Saint-level combatant has risen to prominence." Leon placed a document on the table. "Take a look, Sulia."
The female knight took the document.
Last year, when Kemmler wreaked havoc in the eastern part of Brittany, Duke Forcade of Montfort naturally asked for help from the Empire, especially Prince Rick.
However, there was not much response from the Empire.
Laing felt that it was strange, so he asked Olivier to investigate.
As expected, the Empire also encountered difficulties.
At the same time last year, a Doomsday Fire Dragon called Malatrax wreaked havoc in Rick. Several villages were razed, and the knights of the Ebony Hand who went to fight the Doomsday Fire Dragon were all wiped out.
Emperor Karl-franz had a headache over how to solve this problem. On one hand, he issued a high reward, and on the other, he planned to organize a large Brunswick army to eliminate the Fire Dragon.
However, a rising star solved this problem for the Emperor.
His name was Marcus Wolfhart, and he was a Saint-level expert.
This hunter led his monster hunter group to ambush the dragon that was resting and building its nest on the Ricker River. When the dragon was about to fly over the Ricker River, he shot three arrows through its heart and killed it.
This incident shocked the entire Empire. Emperor Karl-franz was extremely surprised and happy. Since Marcus Wolfhart was from Midden, Emperor Karl-franz not only immediately sent the Rick Guards to reward him, but also personally summoned the dragon-slaying hunter to Brunswick, to the Empire's palace, before the Emperor's throne. He planned to bestow him with the title of Baron and a rich piece of land in recognition of his dragon-slaying feat.
However, Marcus refused the reward and asked the Emperor to let him continue his hunting journey. He had once made a great vow that he would never stop until all the monsters in the Empire were wiped out.
Emperor Karl appreciated Marcus' determination very much. He ordered his men to take out the Amber Bow from the Empire's treasury. This bow was enchanted with magic and powerful blessings by the Amber Wizard. No matter the angle, the arrow would be guided by magic and automatically shot into the heart of the ferocious monster.
Later, the Emperor gave Marcus the titles of "Marshal Hunter" and "Captain of the Royal Guards of the Empire," giving him the privilege to recruit soldiers on his own.
"Marcus Wolfhart is from Midden and a saint. Karl-franz must be very happy to have such an excellent talent under his command. As you know, Suria, there are not many people with the strength of a saint in the Empire." Laing saw that Suria had finished reading the information and said, "This is the reason why the Empire has never supported the Duchy of Montfort."
"When we encounter problems, we can't rely on others. It's best to rely on our own strength," Laing shook his head and said, "The Empire has its own difficulties. They have to face too many enemies."
"Well, Laing, go and see Emilia." Suria looked at Laing who was a little restless. The female knight smiled and said with a hint of jealousy in her voice, "This is the time when women like and need company the most."
"I understand." Laing sighed softly. The count himself stood up.
After passing through the long corridor, Laing came to the door of Emilia's room. He hesitated for a moment and reached out to knock on the door. "Emilia?"
The door opened, and the beautiful little face of the little maid peeked out from the crack of the door. She looked a little unhappy. "Laing? What are you doing here? "
"I'm here to see you."
"I don't want you to see me. I'm not as weak as you think!" The little maid's words were not very pleasant, but she still stepped aside and let Laing in. "What do you want to drink?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the door was slammed shut.
Emilia's room was very luxurious. The little maid was wearing a simple pink dress with lantern sleeves. Her pair of delicate legs were wrapped in white stockings. She gestured for Laing to sit down in the room. The decoration of the room was typical of Brittany. The layout highlighted the symmetry of the axis, the grandeur, and the elegance. The details paid attention to the carvings and lines. Seeing Laing come in, Emilia said a little sadly, "There are only five days left. Elspeth told me that they will arrive in five days."
"Five days?" Laing ignored Emilia's sorrowful eyes. Sitting on the chair, he stared at the little maid who had followed him for many years with a vague smile. "If I remember correctly, you are twenty-five years old this year, right?"
"A woman's age is a secret! Laing! " Emilia pouted and poured a glass of cider for Laing. Then, she crawled into Laing's arms and leaned against his chest. "I was seventeen when I followed you, and you were twenty-four. You are thirty-two years old this year. Naturally, I am twenty-five years old."
Touching Emilia's back softly, Laing sighed. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"There's no need. I am Emilia, and I am also Emmanuelle." The little maid sighed gloomily. "I'm not as weak as you imagine. Don't forget that I'm the last lineal descendant of Kurfürst Bernardino's family. I have as many methods as you can imagine. I have my supporters."
"That's good." Laing did not know what he should say. He rarely encountered such a situation. The count thought for a moment and said, "Then, do you have any wishes that you want to fulfill?"
"Wishes?" Emilia's face was gloomy. The little maid was indeed reluctant to leave Laing. Rolling her eyes, she said in a low voice, "Are you willing to fulfill my wishes for me?"
"Well, as long as it is within my ability." Laing hurried to nip some of Emilia's unrealistic ideas in the bud.
Recently, Emilia's body had undergone some changes. She became nauseous easily, liked sour plums, had a poor appetite, and was in a bad mood. Laing knew what was going on. He was only happy from the bottom of his heart.
Of course, Amelia knew what was going on. The little maid was embarrassed and angry, and she was also very worried.
"Then … Can you carry me out?" Emilia counted the days in her mind. She raised her head and said to Laing, "I want to experience the hot spring bath of the Church of Justice again. Just the two of us. Three days and two nights."
"Okay." Laing picked up Emilia. "Just the two of us."
… I'm experiencing the cutoff line of the hot spring bath …
Five days later, the army from Nur arrived.
Nur's Grand Marshal Erstein led the Armoured Nur into a neat formation outside the town. The black clothes and black armor of the Empire's elites reflected the sun's dark light. Their military appearance was neat and tidy. The soldiers of the Armoured Nur were all descendants of great nobles. They were sent to the Nur Firearms Academy to study and studied in many of the Nur's ancient famous schools. This army had always been the elite of the Nur Empire and would not be mobilized until the last moment.
Once they were mobilized, their enemies would have to face a terrifying storm of bullets.
Erstein was dressed in full black plate armor and a shiny helmet. He held a shiny longsword in his hand. On his body hung the emblem of the Empire's iron cross skull and the emblem of the Nur's black scale lion. He was already a veteran. Several beautiful colorful feathers on his head fluttered in the air. His red beard and long goatee spoke volumes of his seniority. Unlike what many people imagined, he was not born as a noble but as the most ordinary soldier. From a soldier to a grand marshal, Erstein's story inspired generations of citizens of the Empire to join the army and fight to protect their civilization.
Laing thought that only rich and civilized areas like the south of the Empire would have such opportunities and possibilities. Among them, the Empire's capital, Brunswick, and the southern city of Nur were the most important. It was no wonder that countless peasants and freedmen squeezed their way into the city.
The Black Lady of Nur rode on a purple dragon. She held a scythe in her hand and soared in the sky. The wind of death surged back and forth. Many wizards from the Nur Wizard Guild arrived one after another. There were alchemy wizards, shadow wizards, light wizards, emerald wizards, and amber wizards. There were twenty to thirty wizards.
Judge Theodore of Nur was riding a wild half-griffin. This half-griffin was called "Reaper", and it was the largest half-griffin in the Empire. Behind him were the representatives of Nur's dozen or so knight orders. Many of them were Grand Mentors of the knight orders. They were wearing colorful armor and had various knight order emblems on their bodies.
This elite army of the Old World was waiting outside the city, ready to welcome Emilia.
The doors of the winery were wide open. The Leon family had also sent out all of their elites. The Holy Grail Knight, Armand, held the Leon family's coat of arms. Behind him followed a team of knights, wearing bright armor and riding spears.
The newly titled Baron Deven, Hex, was wearing a cross helmet. He led more than two hundred ranger knights and waited in the same place.
A large group of dwarves and a group of wood elves, the "Green Wind", were also waiting.
Under the eyes of tens of thousands of people, Emilia walked out of the winery under the escort of Laing. The little maid raised her head and looked at the army that came to greet her. Her former innocent temperament was gone, replaced by a graceful and noble aura. When she saw Urstein, Emilia smiled and said, "You're the Grand Marshal now? Urstein? I remember that you were just a commander in the Dragon Forest. I can't believe you survived. "
"Greetings, Duchess!" When Urstein saw Emilia, he didn't have any questions. The Nur Grand Marshal knelt down on one knee and said, "Welcome back to Nur, Duchess!"
"Welcome back to Nur, Duchess!" More than a thousand elite soldiers knelt down on one knee and the knights got off their horses.
"Duchess of Nur, Your Excellency the Kurfürst of Brescia, the true ruler of Weissen and the rightful heir of the House of Bernardino, please draw your sword!" Then, the leader of the Armoured Nur, Jules Bafork, knelt down on one knee.
"Duchess of Nur, Your Excellency the Kurfürst of Brescia, the true ruler of Weissen and the rightful heir of the House of Bernardino, please draw your sword!" The Armoured Nur let out an earth-shattering roar.
Emilia nodded. The little maid finally reached for the longsword at her waist. Due to some reasons that she didn't understand, she felt a little dizzy and nauseous when she woke up this morning. Her chest felt a little bloated. However, she overcame her physical discomfort and held the sword with one hand.
In the golden flames, the Kurfürst's sacred sword "Fire of the West" was unsheathed. The sacred light on the sword shone on the entire army.
At this moment, there was no doubt about her identity.
Laing stood not far away. Looking at Emilia's figure, the Count had mixed feelings.
Perhaps from today onwards, there would be no little maid Emilia anymore. There would only be the Duchess of Nur, the Kurfürst of Brescia and the Duchess of Weissen, Emilia von Lebowitz Bernardino.
Goodbye, Emilia.
Greetings, Emilia von Lebowitz Bernardino, the Duchess of Nur and the honorable Kurfürst of the Empire.
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