"Oh, so, that 'Amy' is indeed the imperial princess 'Emilia Septim'?"
Snowmandong, the temporary camp of the Stormcloaks, the army is packing up and preparing to retreat outside the Snowman territory, and Ulfric Stormcloak is listening to Frigga Shattershield's report.
"Yes," Frigga nodded affirmatively: "Although the same superb stealth and invisibility skills cannot be used as evidence, there should not be a second 'Black Mist' that can carry things away. At that time, the Thieves Guild
'Amy' who worked together used it to recover a large number of properties stolen by robbers."
"Oh... no wonder the stupid boy from the Snowhoof family would fall in love with the princess who is far away in Dugu City and has never met. It turns out that the princess herself ran to the Rift Valley. In this way, it was not Balgruuf who asked us to force peace talks, but
A princess who came here directly after just a wedding?" Ulfric folded his hands and supported his chin as he thought.
"Hahaha!! Poor Esgael!" Galmar Stonefist laughed.
Very good, this guy will still not be invited to the next group blind date party. Frigga rolled her eyes at the general who couldn't read the atmosphere.
"I think this is more serious than Lord Snowman actually doing it," she continued to explain to Ulfric: "It means that the Emperor himself supports this approach."
"Don't worry about this. The emperor will never get involved before the situation is clear," Ulfric said without hesitation. "This is not an invasion by a foreign enemy, but a conflict of ideas between the lords within the empire, something like that.
It happened in Black Marsh in the south and Hammerfell in the west. They just disobeyed the empire's orders, but still recognized that they were affiliated with the Septim Empire, and that was the bottom line."
"Well..." Frigga frowned, she couldn't understand this logic for a moment.
"What's really serious is the hidden message revealed in this peace negotiation - Balgruuf the Great is qualified to participate in this 'game'." Ulfric gestured in the direction of Snowrun City.
"It's impossible. His position is right at the intersection of our sphere of influence and that of the Imperial Regiment. There is no room for development at all." Frigga felt quite incredible.
"So, he plans to use methods other than military means to solve the problem. For example, not through force, but by expanding his influence, and eventually becoming the 'Supreme King' elected by the 'Supreme Council' through voting."
Ulfric sighed: "There is no doubt that neither we nor the Imperial Regiment will vote for each other, so it is impossible to exceed 'two-thirds', the minimum legal vote required to become the Supreme King."
"Then why don't we vote for that old boy?" Galma said carelessly.
"However, all the lords participating in the 'Supreme Council' cannot vote for themselves, so at least the two votes of Toig and I have been decided by Balgruuf." Ulfric smiled bitterly.
"Then why not - oh, well, I'm stupid." Galma shut up in the middle of his sentence.
Frigga knew what he was going to say, "If you don't vote for the Empire, you can vote for other Stormcloak city lords," but as the leader of an organization, do you think one of your subordinates is more suitable to be a leader than yourself?
Neither Yig nor Ulfric can do this, even if everyone knows that this is a game.
According to common sense, the strongest "Supreme King" usually gets eight votes, and his vote is symbolically given to the lord of the second largest force. In this situation, each side occupies four cities, plus a neutral city.
Never seen before.
Now, we can only hope that the "great man" and his subordinates will not do something that can greatly gain prestige, such as saving the world or something.
——14:35——
Morning Star, the Dark Brotherhood Sanctuary.
Nazir, who was sorting out information, looked towards the entrance of the sanctuary.
[The largest in the world——]
stamp.
【Welcome back——】
stamp.
The members of the Dark Brotherhood originally had some doubts about the Night Mother merging the soul of Jeanne d'Arc and becoming Jeanne d'Arc Lily, but in the past few days, they just saw how she poked the black door with a spear twice and it slid open on its own.
, and had to start to believe that it was probably true.
"Lily, are you back? How did you complete the mission?" Babette, who was playing with the spider at the door, came up to her and gave her a hug.
"Huh, another fool who thinks he can control the life and death of others, so I taught him a lesson - don't put spider silk on me! Fool!" Jeanne d'Arc Lily's voice was the same as the original one.
There is a big difference between Na Darke. The clear female voice that always carries a hint of disgust has turned into a somewhat shrill childish voice, which makes people feel inexplicably suitable for scolding.
"Peter has been transformed by me. He can't spin silk and can only breathe fire~" "Then you are very powerful. Do you want me to touch your head?"
It seems that due to the reduction in age, Joan of Arc Lily gets along well with Babette, who is at least the same age in appearance, but she is inexplicably somewhat resistant and alienated from other older people, especially the former Astrid who is not very close.
The leader didn't look happy.
"Ouch~ Mother~ Why don't you talk to Cicero~ (Spade) Cicero also wants to touch his head!" "It's so noisy!" "Bang!"
To add to the explanation, Nazir continued to flip through his information. After changing into this form, the Night Mother seemed to have lost the ability to speak directly to Cicero. After all, she already had her own body and could speak, so there was no need for it.
Maintain a way of communicating only with the "listener".
Nazir actually asked Lily if she could communicate with other brotherhood members like that. After all, it was more hidden and convenient. What she said at the time was, "Only those who believe in her wholeheartedly can communicate like that."
With Nazir's wisdom, he couldn't imagine how he could believe in a cute-looking little girl. However, in this way, it can also explain the fact that Cicero is always deliberately funny, but at most he is photographed on the wall.
, as the only believer, even a madman can only hold his nose and admit it.
"Uncle Nazir?" Joan of Arc Lily walked up to him, first calling him by his first name, and then tentatively adding a subtle title.
"Just call me by my first name, Lily, what's the matter?" Nazir put away the intelligence paper. It wasn't that he couldn't let her read it, but if Cicero came over to make trouble again and the girl just flipped the table, the information would be gone.
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"The name 'Dark Brotherhood' is ugly, and I want to change it," Jeanne Lily stared at Nazir: "The uniforms are also ugly."
What a request like a little girl... No, wait, Nazir, you are not a fool like Cicero, you have to think deeper.
Astrid failed to assassinate the emperor, but her clothes were recorded. Now those red and black cloth and leather armors can no longer be worn, and this is the north where there is always snow, so the black clothes are conspicuous.
As for the Dark Brotherhood, it was basically destroyed because Sharp-Eyed Hawk announced the destruction of Falkreath's sanctuary. Now, the entire organization really needs some radical changes.
"In that case, just remove the word 'darkness' and just call it 'brotherhood'?" Nazir pulled out a piece of paper and began to write and draw: "The new clothing style will be based on you.
Mainly white, mixed with red decoration, in addition to the leather lining, add a hood to cover the face and figure and a large windbreaker, how about it?"
The simple black and white sketch shows a muscular man with a beard wearing a white trench coat and a hood. He has his hands folded in front of his chest and sharp claws protruding from his fingertips.
"I don't think so!" Iron Boyon, who came over at some point and was obviously the prototype of the man in the painting, said.
"I think it's okay," Astrid, who also approached silently, held him down directly: "Nazir, quickly color it and frame it. I want to hang it in the hall."
"This..." Nazir looked at Jeanne d'Arc Lily helplessly.
"The clothes are good, but he is too old." The girl nodded and looked at Ain Boyorn next to her: "Maybe he should shave off all his beard?"
"Hey hey hey~(Hearts) do as you say~Mother~(Spades)" Cicero appeared next to him like a ghost holding a pair of scissors.
"Don't even think about it!" The werewolf covered his mouth and turned around to run away.
——16:09——
Southwest of Falkreath, Dusk Grave.
As the closest place to Nocturnal's annihilation realm "Eternal Twilight", it can be freely teleported between any anchor points left by "Nightingale". However, currently, the only connection is the "Nightingale Hall" on the other side of the Rift.
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At this time, three new "Nightingales" were coming out of the dusk grave.
"What on earth are we doing in Dugu City? The one marrying the Xuetho family's mistress must not be Amy?" Xiaofan, who has the most contact with Princess Amelia, said with great certainty: "I'm telling you, she has a
The very similar substitute must have been her."
"That's not the point." Sapphire frowned and looked at her: "The key is that this wedding is held in the name of the princess. In this case, the 'substitute' is the real 'princess', and she will not be able to use the name 'Ai' from now on."
Princess Milia's identity appears, I have to ask Emil what she thinks, and if possible, let her return to the guild."
"In this case... hmm?" Xiaofan suddenly thought of something and started to circle around Sapphire.
"What?" Sapphire glared at her.
"Speaking of which, do you know that you are very attractive?" Xiaofan stopped and touched his chin: "Moore, those young men in Dazhi are so fascinated that they even look at the things in your hands.
There are ridiculous reactions like falling off, but you have never shown any pretense to any man, so it seems..."
"It sounds like you had a good impression of my bald uncle." Sapphire responded.
"Hey, don't change the subject, I'm just asking you, do you like Emil very much, like you want to get married?" Xiaofan narrowed his eyes.
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey!" Illya, who had been a quiet listener, exclaimed.
"I don't have time to joke with you, Wix Leiter."
"I'm not going to make that joke either, Sapphire Malloy."
The two girls stared at each other, neither of them willing to give in.
"Okay, I admit that I have that tendency, but I'm not sure." Sapphire was the first to give up. She touched the dagger at her waist: "The feeling she gave me is the same as the person who gave me this demon dagger.
Very much like, I want to be with her forever, but I have never thought about getting married."
"Hmph, I just think she is cute and interesting. I want to be friends with her forever, but I don't want her to be monopolized by some guy." Xiaofan pouted.
"fair play?"
"Competition is crazy, I have to keep you in check so you don't cross the line!"
"Well," Ilia, who had been ignored, raised her hand weakly: "Emil said that she... doesn't know why, but likes me very much."
call--
The air suddenly became quiet, and there seemed to be a cold wind blowing around.
