Act One Hundred and Forty-Three King of Eruin, Haruze
"ah……"
After listening to his sister's words quietly, Haruze was so frightened that he opened his mouth wide, as if he could swallow a goose egg, and even his eyes widened. Novel Chinese iqi.
Although it's not like he hasn't heard the rumors outside, deep down in his heart, he also hopes that his teacher and his sister can be together forever.
But when these words came from his sister's mouth, he was still shocked.
"Onesen said in the letter that only in this way can Eruin have a bright future. He said that Mr. Brando is a man of friendship, just like his grandfather, so only when we choose to stand with him
When we are together, we can avoid Eruin's split amid possible conflicts of interest in the future..."
"But sister, does Eruin need such a result?"
She raised her head and looked out the arched window of the Tree Palace. There were countless silver sails floating above the clouds, but she didn't answer.
The room was in an extreme state for a while.
"No," Haruze suddenly broke the silence decisively.
He frowned and shook his head vigorously: "Sister, teacher, he is not that kind of person. What Eruin needs is faith and goals, not complicated interests. What Mr. Macaro and Mr. Lee Woods did,
Doesn’t it prove this?”
The elf girl suddenly turned around and stared at her brother, her silver eyes a little bright: "Do you think so too, Haruze?"
"I..." Haruze blushed: "I, I, I can't say, but I don't think we can do that. Sister, I... it's not that I don't support you and the teacher, but I think if we do that
If you do, it will hurt the teacher's heart."
Griffin snorted softly from his nose.
She straightened up, looked condescendingly at her only brother, stretched out a green-white finger and poked the other person's forehead: "Huh, you are a little kid, a big kid, when did I say that? That's O
That guy Nathan just meant it. It seems like you learned some not-so-good things from your teacher. Your head is full of dirty thoughts."
"..." Haruze covered his forehead with tears in his eyes. Although he wanted to tell that the teacher did not teach him anything messy, as soon as he saw his sister aiming at his sword, he immediately shut up.
On the mouth.
If that's the case, my sister will definitely use the excuse to test his swordsmanship and then teach him a lesson. He has been deceived enough since he was a child.
"Haruze, your swordsmanship has improved over the past few days..." But it seemed that Griffin was not going to let him go.
"Sister, sister..."
"Why, you don't want to talk about this?"
Haruze nodded quickly. Compared to swordsmanship, he indeed preferred the magic knowledge taught to him by Brando, but the teacher said that after returning to Eruin, Miss Antitina may have to do it in the future.
After teaching him, this made him feel a little disappointed.
Compared with the strict staff lady, it is much more interesting to study with a teacher, and you can go to many places and gain a lot of new knowledge and insights.
During this period of travel, he learned more than during the past ten years in the palace.
"That's fine, I'll let you go today." Her Royal Highness the Princess was particularly talkative today. She narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled and said: "But I heard that there is a rumor among the guards who came back from Cruz.
The legend of Princess Fusha who led them to victory, Haruze, this princess..."
"puff"
Haruze almost spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly turned as red as a ripe apple. He stared at his sister, and suddenly he found the courage from nowhere, and shouted loudly: "My swordsmanship is already very good.
It’s sister!”
half an hour later
The little prince walked out of the practice room with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and handed his practice sword to the maid beside him, ignoring the knights in the surrounding corridor who were looking at him with laughter.
"Our future King is at least very courageous."
"Yeah yeah."
"I heard that His Highness Haruze took the initiative to provoke this time."
"Martha, please..."
"Have mercy on our future King."
The princess, who was unscathed and well-dressed, and neatly dressed in a knight's uniform, followed and glanced at these guys angrily. She stretched out her hand to untie the rope behind her head, and her dazzling silver hair spread out like a waterfall.
opened, and then quickly chased after him.
"Haruze, are you okay?"
"Sister...you don't have to comfort me anymore. This time I won't believe you in anything I say..."
"Haha, swordsmanship is a skill that a man must master. Think about your teacher Mr. Brando, Haruze, you are still far behind."
Haruze couldn't help but feel a little lost when he thought about his teacher. He walked to the end of the corridor and opened the door. Outside was a suspended terrace. The breeze poured in from the outside, bringing cheers like a tsunami from the mountains in the lower city.
.
He lay on the armrest of the terrace and looked at the fleet above the clouds. This was the teacher's fleet and the Eruin fleet. Far, far away in the clouds, he could now tell where Gers was.
, where is Mintai, where is Firburg.
At a glance, on the flat land and between the rolling hills, the stretches of fields are dyed with the golden color of late autumn, and the autumn wind seems to be pregnant with the breath of harvest.
This is Tony Geer, the country built by the teacher.
Three years ago, or more recently? This place was once a barren land, but today? It has become one of the richest lands in the south. In the bars in the countryside, poets sang about the murder of teachers.
He had heard the story about killing Baron Grudin more than once, and it made his blood boil every time.
When my sister asked me to come and study with the teacher, maybe it was because of this story that I didn't raise any objections, right?
He still remembered that when he first started learning swordsmanship, he was bruised and bruised every time by the tree vine he was training with. However, he did not complain at all, just to become a swordsman like his teacher who could do justice.
But he gradually understood that that was not his destiny.
Become the king of Eruin?
These days, he is actually not completely ignorant. During the days when he traveled with his teacher, he thought a lot. What he saw in Cruz and getting along with the eldest son of the emperor also made him understand a lot of things.
Maybe it's time to make a decision.
This is the harvest season for Tonigel. In the north of this land, the scars of the war are disappearing little by little in many areas such as Gendener, Vlada-Pest, and even Ampersel, including Anlek.
In the north, the nobles were also dying, and the clouds of war miraculously dispersed. Under the leadership of His Highness Onnessen, Eruin actually saw a glimmer of peace again.
How valuable this is...
The land and the people are recovering. It seems that in a short period of time, because of one hand, this kingdom that has lost order has been brought back alive, and the road ahead is no longer dark.
Although the Black Rose of Bromando is still raging in this land, at least the Eruin people will no longer lose hope. People can regain their faith and defend their common homeland.
"Sister," Haruze suddenly spoke to break the silence: "What does the letter from His Highness Onnesson mean?"
Griffin stopped arranging his hair.
At this moment, she seemed to really feel Haruze's growth. She lowered her head and looked at the former's back with silver eyes: "What did you think of...?"
"Brother Levin is an ambitious man. He understands better than me where this kingdom will go in the future, sister."
"Haruze, what are you talking about?"
Haruze turned around and smiled at his sister. He drew a circle with his hand, pointed at the land under his feet and asked: "Am I its king, sister?"
"Of course, you have the blood of the Corcova family flowing in your body, and you are the natural owner of that crown," Griffin replied somewhat seriously: "But you must be good enough to make yourself worthy of it.
Get on it, Haruze."
"Then can I decide its fate?"
Griffith shook his head: "No one can decide its fate rashly, because Eruin belongs to its people, and its fate is connected with the fate of millions of people."
"I think so too, sister, I can't do it, and neither can you. What this land needs is someone who can truly understand its voice."
"I want to wait for the teacher to come back and hand it over to someone who can really lead its people to the light. That person may be the teacher, or it may be brother Levin, but not me, sister."
"Haruze!"
Haruze shrank his neck and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was afraid of seeing his sister angry.
But this time, unusually, Her Highness the Princess remained silent for a long time.
After a long time, she sighed slightly: "Do you really think so, Haruze?"
"Yes, I saw a lot of things in the empire, which made me understand the responsibilities that originally belonged to people. Maybe I love this land very much, but what I can give it is not a crown but stability and peace."
"I hope my father won't blame me. I don't know what to do, Haruze."
"elder sister."
"Nothing," Griffin hugged him gently and patted the little prince's somewhat thin back: "I think I should go meet someone, Haruze."
She turned back and told the knights not far away: "Let Mr. Sanders come to see me. I will meet him at the Huisheng Hall."
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(ps: Brothers are still very helpful, thank you very much, but in the end I still have to persist in asking for monthly votes~) (To be continued.)
