(Two in one, today and tomorrow together)

On the 1st of Dettol, the almanac turned over and we arrived at year 527 in the Huoyao calendar.

The hustle and bustle of yesterday's war has long come to an end, and in the new year, history has also entered a new process - the kingdom's supreme ruler Doguland XXVI announced his abdication, and the era of the Laurel Queen is over.

After Solandel abdicated, she did not stay in the palace to accept Kino's protection, but chose to leave, leaving this home that left her scarred and ultimately left with nothing.

In the early morning, Solandel packed up a few clothes she usually wore, took some water and dry food, and set off.

Unlike countless separations in the past, Kino did not come out to accompany Solandel.

This time, there was no one to protect her, and she had to face the wind and rain on her own.

It stopped snowing last night, and it started to snow again during the day. Snow clouds filled the sky above the Royal City, blocking the light from the sun and bringing a deep gloom to this ancient city.

The streets that must be passed out of the city have been controlled by the imperial army. The dark crowds are separated on both sides by cordons, spreading to the end of the horizon.

How many people have gathered here? Countless, really countless, too many. It seems that the whole city has gathered here just to witness the end of the "Queen".

According to common sense, such a large number of people are often associated with noise and noise, but at this time, the royal city was as quiet as a dead city, and the crowd was suppressed and silent. They all looked coldly in the direction of the palace, waiting for the arrival of someone.

I don’t know how long it took, but Solandel finally appeared in everyone’s sight. She didn’t ride a carriage or ride a horse. She just looked down at the ground and walked slowly on foot.

When Solandel appeared, the original dead silence was broken, and the crowd of people began to surge. They booed one after another, ignored the cordons blocking both sides of the street, charged at the imperial army, and surged towards Solandel.

Come.

"Here he comes! The damn false king is out!"

"She is the one trying to fight against our Lord! She won't let us enjoy life!"

"You self-righteous bitch, beat her! Beat her to death!"

Emotional people poured in from all directions. If the Forbidden Army team were not strong enough, the front line would most likely be overwhelmed in an instant, and the only thing waiting for Solandel would be to be trampled into a pulp.

The Imperial Guards held up their shields and fought hard against the crowd to maintain the stability of the front. However, the disparity in numbers was huge. Just like facing an overwhelming flood, they were under increasing pressure and it was inevitable that something would slip through the net.

Among the crowd, a short woman was sweating profusely from being squeezed, but she still squeezed to the front with wide eyes, almost stretching her arms until they were dislocated, and finally used her nails to hit Solandel's face hard

A few blood stains were found.

She roared heartbreakingly: "Bad bastard! If you hadn't angered my Lord and imposed divine punishment, my child would not have starved to death in Feiyuan Province! Give me back my child!!!"

Although the short woman was quickly squeezed to the back, her "featful feat" of scratching Solandel's face attracted bursts of cheers from the people, and the crowd became even more turbulent.

Before Solandel could wipe the blood off her face, she suddenly received a heavy punch on the back of her head, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.

I saw a man with a scar face squeezed out from the gap in the wall at some point. He chased Solandel and kicked her several times, yelling: "Bitch! You think you are so great, do you? Ah? How dare you fight against my lord?

Are you saying it’s for the future of the kingdom and to save us?”

"Did we fucking ask you to save us?! Did we say we were not doing well?!"

"When our Lord was still here, we were carefree every day, and we wouldn't even dream when we slept, because no matter how beautiful a dream is, there is no happiness in reality."

"It would be better for you to deprive us of food and drinks, force us to participate in labor, and use your new policies to make our lives a mess!"

"You have ideals, yes! But why do you use your ideals to kidnap our lives?!"

When the scar-faced man said this, he spat on Solandel and continued to curse: "You are still talking shamelessly, saying that the old government enslaved people and treated people like animals, and the new law is to protect our personality from being enslaved."

"I just like to be enslaved! What's the matter? I just like to eat, drink and have fun every day without thinking about anything! I just want to be my master's dog! I like to be a dog! I am happy to be a dog! You bitch, do you care?

?!Woof! Woof woof woof woof!”

As the scar-faced man spoke, he actually imitated the appearance of a dog, running around in front of Solandelle with both hands and feet, barking constantly.

The people laughed when they saw this. This was not ridicule, but a smile of recognition and approval, just like meeting a close friend and saying what they had always wanted to say.

While laughing, they barked like dogs together with the men with scarred faces. They also imitated the dogs, raising their hands in front of their chests, sticking out their tongues and breathing through their mouths.

Dogs barked one after another, and the crowd behaved in ugly ways. They were proud of this, and seemed to think that this would hurt Solandelle's self-esteem.

Solandel did not speak, but looked at these animals who voluntarily gave up their personality with a sad look.

When the crowd came, not everyone approached from the ground. There were also some "smart people" who climbed up to the houses on the street early to occupy a high position to watch the excitement.

Standing on the low house next to Solandel was a one-eyed old man. His skin was dark yellow and full of wrinkles, and there was a brand on his wrist, which was a sign of being a slave in the old days.

The slave who was originally despised by everyone was now standing at the highest point on the street. He was wearing a silk coat from a tailor's shop, carrying a jar of wine and a roasted leg of lamb, eating and drinking while laughing and watching.

Solandelle's desolate appearance.

During the previous counter-insurgency war, warm clothes, wine and meat, etc. were given priority to the front line and were out of reach of ordinary people.

Now the one-eyed old man can wear silk and eat and drink with wine and meat. There is only one possibility, and that is to replenish supplies for the royal city on the day Kino returns. The material conditions have returned to the past overnight, and he has returned to the era of luxury and wealth.

Judging from the swollen belly, the one-eyed old man had overeaten. His long-suppressed appetite was suddenly released, causing him to eat and drink all night long until his belly was almost bursting.

Until now, he couldn't even take a bite, but he still didn't want to stop.

He bit off a piece of meat from the lamb leg and kept chewing it in his mouth. After tasting the taste, he did not swallow it and spit it directly towards Solandel.

The same goes for wine. It doesn't matter if you can't drink it if your stomach is full. Just pour it into your mouth, rinse it out, taste it, and then spit it towards Solandel.

As a slave, he knelt down just for a bite. If his master rewarded him with an extra piece of bread, he would hide it and take it out to eat when he was too hungry.

But now, he was squandering delicious food and fine wine wantonly, immersed in the intoxicating desire of food and drink, without cherishing or caring about it.

Because he knows that God has returned, and no matter how much he wastes, the supreme Lord will support him.

The crowd was excited and boiling, and the crowds were constantly changing between the two extremes.

They sometimes spurned and cursed Solandel, insulted her character, cursed her policies, and regarded her as a heinous public enemy.

Sometimes she would be beaming and smiling, showing off to Solandel the new clothes, jewelry, exquisite drinks and food she had just received, showing off the extravagant things that she could not give to everyone.

It's like saying: Look, you are such a failure. What you have worked for all your life is just a piece of cake for the Lord.

However, Solandel didn't say anything from beginning to end, letting the people insult her, letting them show off, and silently looked at them with sad eyes the whole time.

If Solandelle breaks down emotionally at this moment, kneels down to admit her mistake, or even loses consciousness and starts crying and laughing, the people may just say they are tired and let her go.

And this silent attitude and sad eyes pierced everyone's hearts like a knife, making them feel that he was sarcastic and provocative.

People are often like this. Once someone who was supported by them not long ago falls from their original position, they will do their best to trample on her.

It doesn't matter if there is real hatred.

The important thing is that everyone is unwilling to admit that the people they once supported eventually failed. If they cannot draw a clear line, they are admitting that they were stupid in the past.

In order to prove that they are not ignorant, they will do anything to destroy the opponent's image and jump from one position to another in an instant, as if this can cover up their previous choices.

The conflict quickly escalated, and the impact of the crowd became more and more violent. It became difficult for the Forbidden Army soldiers to maintain their formation. The front line was continuously squeezed, almost touching Solandel.

The people stretched out their arms, scratched with their fingernails, slapped with their hands, and hit with their fists. Even if they could not hit Solandel, they would tear off her clothes, pluck out some of her hair, and hurt her in the most vicious way.

Allegiance to the Queen.

Those people in the back who couldn't squeeze into the front row were more direct. They took the food they took from the public canteen and threw it at Solandel from all directions. She was covered in oil and stains, and her face was hit by bones and other hard objects in many places.

The impact caused high swelling, and blood flowed from the nose and corners of the mouth.

Being beaten and smashed all the way, Solandel was covered in bruises when she walked out of the royal city, and even she was dripping with blood when she walked.

But this is just the beginning of tragedy.

The royal city is thousands of miles away from the border, and Solandelle has no horses, and all the horse teams or travelers she encounters on the road treat her coldly. No one is willing to give her a ride, so she can only walk.

She couldn't find anyone willing to stay with her along the way, so she had to sleep in a cave, using thatch picked up from the roadside as a quilt, and woke up every night from the cold.

In the winter, the river froze and she couldn't get water, so she had to chew the snow on the ground to quench her thirst. There were no fruits on the trees and there was no way to hunt, so she had to dig roots and chew bark to satisfy her hunger.

Sometimes she is so hungry that she can't stand it anymore, and if she wants to secretly go to pick up some leftovers from the garbage dump in front of someone else's house, she will be viciously insulted and beaten, as if she has dirty their garbage dump.

From the dripping dew season to the flower season, Solandel slept in the open for more than a month and finally arrived at the border.

She stood on the top of a mountain. Behind her was the land that Doguland had inherited for 527 years. In front of her was a strange foreign land.

During the flower season, the temperature warms up and the snow melts, which is the time for all things to revive.

Looking from a distance from the top of the mountain, the sky is like a wash, green grass covers the mountain streams and fields, and young flower seedlings can be seen from time to time, many of which are already in full bloom. The magnificent scenery is like a fairyland on earth.

Solandelle stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the distant scenery. No one knew what she was thinking now.

Perhaps, she is blaming herself for being weak. She clearly does not have the strength to match it, but she still wants to change the world.

Or perhaps, she was haunted by an unprecedented darkness, and the people she once wanted to protect really let her down.

No matter what Solandel was thinking, when she left her hometown, she never looked back at her hometown where she had lived for 27 years.

Just as she was stepping forward and about to cross the border stone monument, a figure quietly appeared in front of her, blocking the way.

She didn't need to look up.

She knows who the other person is.

There would be no second person in the world who would be willing to follow her quietly for more than a month, dining and sleeping together in a place where she couldn't see her, just to see her off.

Under the clear sky, Solandel and Kino stood facing each other, but no one spoke, only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the lawn.

I don’t know how long it took, but Solandel moved. She passed by Kino and continued walking down the mountain.

Just then, her hand was grabbed.

Kino held Solandel's hand very gently, still trembling slightly, like some kind of careful test.

Noticing that there was no sign of struggle, Kino tightened his grip tighter and tighter, holding Solandel's hand tightly in his palm.

The trembling gradually became stronger. I don't know if it was because of the cold temperature of the little hand, or something else.

Kino gently held Solandel's hand back, then took something out of his arms and gently tied it to her wrist.

The red rope held by the thread faces the rising sun, and looks particularly dazzling under the golden light, like a proudly blooming rose.

After retying the red rope for Solandel, you can see that Kino's hands were shaking violently and he was unwilling to let go for a long time.

But in the end, he let it go.

Solandel's hand lost its support and fell to her side. The red rope held by the thread rippled lonely in the wind. Time seemed to have gone back to the past, back to those days of cuddling together.

I don’t know when, tears were already flowing on Solandel’s face and dripping down her chin.

She didn't look back at Kino, but she didn't take off the red rope either. Instead, she walked forward with it, towards a foreign land where she didn't know where to go.

Kino looked at Solandel who was leaving. Her figure was shrouded in the twilight of the horizon, gradually becoming hazy, drifting away, and finally disappeared from his sight.

Kino's eyes reflected the deserted wilderness. He murmured, as if talking to himself, and as if he wanted to say this to someone:

"Goodbye, little princess"

I am a wanderer in a foreign land, living in a miserable life and living away from chaos.

You are the fair sword bearer, standing in the light and pointing at the darkness with your sword.

We once walked side by side for years, but the time was blurred by reality.

Even if we are going in opposite directions, our swords are facing each other.

But in my heart, you will always be the little princess you were back then.
Chapter completed!