In the hall, a forty-seven-step staircase connects the terrace to the inside of the hall. The scarlet carpet is laid up and down. The portrait of the gloomy Edward, the seventeenth high priest of the Temple of the Dead Moon, hangs on the aisle.
The figure is thin, holding a staff in one hand.
Brando and Freya, one on the terrace and the other in the hall, looked across the length of the stairs and contacted each other.
Freya took a deep breath. She seemed to have had a dream. This dream started from Butch, to Lidenburg, to Braggs, to the Royal Academy of Knights, to Ampersel, to Gendenel, to
On the battlefield of Manowell, and then here again, the scene in the dream changed until this moment: "Brando, am I dreaming? I am standing here, this is the capital of Madara, are you really doing this?
Have you arrived? Just as you promised us, Butchi has returned to Eruin, the village has been rebuilt, and everyone has returned to their hometown. We followed the road we fled that day and returned to the embrace of the Yusong Mountains. That about
Is Madara’s nightmare really over?”
Brando looked down at the girl who had her long light brown hair tied into a bunch at the back of her head. Her long ponytail was cut much shorter by her after the battle in Ampelsel, leaving only the shoulder-length part.
The long hair that was shaved off was placed in mourning for his comrades, and was placed on the snow-white tomb in the Holy City, together with the withered lily of Eruin.
Freya's eyes were brighter than that era, more confident, more determined, like sparkling brown gemstones, a pair of heroic eyebrows, raised high, there was no confusion, weakness and hesitation, and he was no longer there.
The deepest look of tiredness is what I remember most.
She wore a well-tailored knight's uniform, a dark blue jacket, and snow-white breeches. She also had the Order of the Black Pine and the Order of Candlelight on her chest, and a piece of eagle tail fluff hanging from her shoulders. It was to commemorate the Battle of Ampelsel.
Glory, the symbol of the veterans of the White Lions.
Eruin's Valkyrie stood upright. Although dusty, the sword, belt, armor, and accessories on her body were all new and tidy. Only her boots were stained with a little dust, which was the ashes of this city. In
As she dismounted, she inevitably passed through several streets that were reduced to ashes.
After two years of war and experience, the ignorant country girl seemed to be following the footsteps in history and grew up. At this moment, the two unrelated figures gradually overlapped and merged into one.
.
"You are not dreaming, Freya, the war is over. Although it is somewhat beyond my expectation. But those who deserve to be punished have all gone to hell. From now on, there will be no relationship between Eruin and the undead.
The war has become a thing of the past."
Brando sighed and answered.
For this answer, the Eruin people have paid too much, and he has also paid too much. Although compared with the blood feud in the previous life, this ending is a bit unexpected. He also never dreamed that one day he would identify with himself.
The enemies of life and death sat together to discuss the tomorrow and future of the kingdom and the world.
But sometimes, fate is so bizarre.
"But how can that become the past?" Freya replied in a somewhat unacceptable tone for a moment. She held her long sword tightly: "So many people have died, and what we got is just a piece of paper, Ma."
Darla should pay for this!"
In the country of Eruin, the noble councilors controlled by the royal party also questioned the princess and the council in the same way. There, she and Her Royal Highness the Princess stood firmly on Brando's side, safeguarding his honor and authority. But here.
, as the most ordinary Eruin person, Freya couldn't help but ask this question.
That is hatred rooted in hundreds of years, buried in the hearts of everyone who has been deeply hurt by it. At this moment, she is not the Valkyrie of Eruin, not the knight of the princess, nor the member of the White Lion Guard.
The commander was just the girl who escaped from Butchi. The flames of Butchi burned that night, and the relatives who were buried in the sea of fire seemed to be standing behind Freya.
"Then what do you want?" Brando seemed to be able to feel the sadness in Freya's heart, and said: "Freya, if it is your wish, I will satisfy all your requirements, even if I destroy two people for it.
A country, a world, no matter what the cost!"
Delphine stood behind Brando, and was about to say something, but when she heard these words, her face changed with fright. It was as if she was meeting Brando for the first time, and her eyes wandered between the two.
Andrea focused her attention on Freya with great interest. The first time she saw Freya, she knew that this was exactly the person she was looking for. The goddess of war guard was lost in the most mysterious place in the world.
Important bloodline.
Freya opened her mouth.
What does she want? War? Revenge? Make Madara pay for it at all costs, even if they die together? This is a century-old hatred that must be washed away with blood and fire?
Freya looked into Brando's eyes. She thought Brando was warning her, but she realized from the other's unwavering eyes that Brando was serious.
As long as she raises it, he will definitely start a war for her. From then on, Madara and Eruin will fight to the death.
Why?
Freya trembled deeply, and she suddenly remembered many things. The three of them walked side by side in the darkness, and together they defeated the golden demon tree and found a way out of the desperate situation.
"Do you still remember the agreement I made with Roman in Prague, Freya?"
"I...I remember."
Brando suddenly felt a pain in his heart. Among the three people who fought side by side with Lidenberg, one of them was no longer with them. "So do you understand, Freya?" He shook his head and sighed: "I once
I promised you and Roman that I will definitely fulfill your wishes. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, no matter how much time has passed, this promise will still be valid."
Freya's heart was hot. She saw Brando's expression gloomy and her nose couldn't help but feel sore. She had already learned about what happened to Rushta from Antitina and Charles: "Not that much.
, we will definitely rescue Roman, right?"
"Of course." Brando nodded, and he was also convinced of this.
"That's enough, Brando, I don't have any other requirements. I'm just unwilling...unwilling. After all, we have suffered so many disasters, right? We are not willing to let the culprit who caused all these tragedies be so light-hearted.
Shirking responsibility..." Freya whispered: "I understand that Eruin gained a lot from this victory, but compared to what we have suffered, for the black rose of Bromando.
Have the undead really remembered their lesson?"
She raised her head and said loudly: "I just... just don't want our tolerance to be a reason to condone them to continue to do evil!"
"Then what do you want, little girl?"
A voice suddenly said in the darkness.
Everyone in the hall was horrified and raised their heads.
Freya didn't realize who was talking to her, she just replied subconsciously: "If possible, I really want to meet Her Majesty the Queen."
"You will see her," the voice said.
"Who is talking furtively over there?" Freya finally reacted, she frowned and asked towards the darkness in that direction.
"I am not sneaky. There is no need for me to be sneaky in this land." The voice replied arrogantly. As he spoke, he walked out of the darkness: "Because of my name, I
The power is exercised over this land, and I am its supreme master."
Queen Madara was dressed in a black evening dress, accompanied by two black knights, and walked out of the shadows. She looked at everyone present with pride.
"Who are you?" Freya had already guessed the identity of the stranger from his tone, but she still couldn't help but ask.
"As you can see. I am exactly the person you want to see." Queen Madala replied very coldly: "Now I am in front of you, Eruin's envoy, little girl, what do you want to ask?
?”
Freya pulled out her sword with a clang and pointed it at Queen Madara. The two black knights were shocked. They subconsciously drew their swords and wanted to rush forward, but Queen Madara stretched out her hand to stop them, still exuding a faint glow.
The cold, lion-hearted holy sword pointed at his snow-white neck.
She raised her head and looked at Brando on the terrace, but Brando did not change his expression at this scene. He put one hand on the hilt of the holy sword Odysseus, and only put his cold hand on it.
Her fierce eyes were focused on the black knights behind her. Queen Madara believed that as long as the two black knights from the Nosad family behind her dared to draw their swords, they would be wiped out in the next moment.
Queen Madara seemed to ignore the edge of the sword, looked directly at Freya and said: "What do you want, little girl?"
Freya said nothing, but suddenly took back the Lionheart Holy Sword and sheathed it.
Queen Madala seemed to understand something. She snorted coldly and said: "I see. It seems that you mean that I am the culprit of all this?"
"Your Majesty!" the two black knights shouted in unison.
But Queen Madara only waved her hands to them. She raised her head and said to Freya: "Yes, I am the initiator of the Black Rose War. Butcher's blood feud should be counted on me, and I am not responsible for it."
What will you regret for this?"
Freya looked at the Supreme Being coldly.
Queen Madara looked at her without fear: "I welcome you to put the sword into my chest at any time. If you can do it, of course, the same goes for you, Mr. Earl!" Her tone was arrogant.
It seemed as if she was still on her throne, and her tone seemed to be full of contempt for death.
Queen Madara was clearly standing in the hall, but she seemed to be looking down at everyone present, even Brando who was standing on the high balcony: "However, I need you for this war.
Stand with me, Madara, Eruin, and the Four Holy Temples, I need you to help me lobby the descendants of the four sages."
"I will kill you." Freya said with a look of hatred in her eyes: "You will pay the price for everything you have done."
"But Eruin and Madara will also stand together," Brando said softly, as if he was stating an established fact. His voice echoed in the hall like a ghost's whisper: "We will do our best.
Go and lobby the four major temples to deal with this war that belongs to the entire Warend."
Freya turned around and nodded silently.
The queen chuckled lightly. She also turned her back to everyone, waved her hands, and walked out of the hall with only the two black knights without saying a word.
In the darkness, there was only the sound of empty footsteps for a while.
