Marshall stared at the forest on the hillside. The forest made the Sapphire Mountains appear deep black in winter. A group of patrolling soldiers were slowly sliding down from the woods on the hillside. Only a few of them had intact armor, but their shirts were already in tatters.
It hung like a rag on his body. Some people used sharpened sticks as weapons. Everyone looked hungry. He lowered his head and wiped his long sword silently. The blade had been curled. The reason why it was not
The bad thing is that each of Tonigel's White Lion Knights is equipped with the most sophisticated equipment - fine-quality armor and swords that can only be produced on a small scale in handicraft workshops, especially weapons purchased in batches before 1776.
, are the highest purchasing standards set by the business lady, and are produced by Hazel master craftsmen.
The tattered cotton armor of the soldiers of the noble army could not block its sword at all. The armor of the lord's knights could only be used to cut two more swords. Sometimes, even the armor-piercing awl was not used. He still remembered the first
The blond knight looked shocked and frightened in each battle. However, sophisticated equipment could not determine the victory of a war with a huge disparity in power. Golan-Elson's army formed a blockade in the south, with a number of
Thousands of people, as well as Sarsardian gargoyles and iron men, White Lion Guards and Valkyries protected Her Royal Highness the Princess, who was forced towards the Sapphire Mountains day after day. There was no food in the mountains to support an army.
, especially in winter, even if they only have a few hundred people, the rebels want to trap them alive.
Marshall chewed a piece of hard grass root, which was his last food reserve. As for the specific time, he could not remember how long it had been since he had eaten. His brain was numb from the cold. His last meal was a roasted mountain rat shared with his colleagues, but
I have forgotten exactly when it happened. But food is getting harder and harder to find. The soldiers who go out on patrol are more looking for food than for prevention. Hundreds of people crossing the border in the mountains and forests are like a disaster, even the permafrost
You have to dig up a layer to look for hibernating animals below. If the bark of sapphire wood is not poisonous, it can also be used to make soup.
He remembered the first few bloody battles. Both sides tried their best to knock each other down, but the nobles retreated after paying a heavy price and chose to encircle rather than fight. In the first battle, he remembered
He killed three people and was covered with wounds. The more he killed, the more he killed, but the wounds became less and less. In the end, no one was killed by him - the other party stopped attacking. Sometimes he thought that he might not be sure of those bloody battles.
It would be better to die in the accident, so as to avoid suffering.
He is one of the third batch of White Lion Knights, and this is also the last batch of White Lion Knights trained by Tony Geer before the war began. He is an authentic Tony Geer man, born as a civilian, and his grades were good or bad when he was selected.
Everyone. But three days ago, he replaced his captain and became a grand knight. In Eruin, this step means becoming a real noble, and the next step is to be made a baron, but this is meaningless, because
No one knows whether he can survive the next battle, just like the person he replaced.
Marshall has no regrets.
He was not the eldest son. Before the Second Tonigel War, his shoemaker father kicked him into the military camp and asked him to stand up and defend 'what is truly worth defending' like a real man. But he didn't.
Catch up with that war, because the war ended in the first week he entered the military camp. At the time of the Battle of Ampelsel, he was selected into the White Lion Guard. In a sense, this was considered to be outstanding.
.
But he just had some regrets.
The White Lion Guard will not give in easily.
Just like a pride of lions losing their king, if the king was still there, they would never be in this situation.
Marshall gently put down the rag. The curled blade of the sword shone brightly in the cold winter air. The bright sword blade reflected a handsome face with a very serious expression. The young knight was slightly a little nervous.
Shocked, because that was not his own face.
He raised his head in surprise, and a tall shadow fell on him.
With a 'clang' sound, his sword accidentally fell to the ground.
Now--
The Lion King is back.
The eldest princess leaned on a roll of cushions with a pale face, and her silver pupils showed a long-lasting contemplation. She was injured and was so weak that she was almost out of shape. Her hands, which were originally very slender, could now be seen clearly.
Down to the shape of the joints, blue veins flow quietly under the almost transparent skin, which is somewhat morbidly beautiful.
Through a gap in the tent door, bright light flowed in from the outside and fell on her. She sat upright stubbornly, holding her sword with both hands, staring in that direction for a long time.
Freya couldn't help but feel heartbroken when she saw her like this. Last night, Brünnhilde told her that the princess was so painful that she broke into a cold sweat in her sleep. The sweat soaked her coat, but she didn't say a word when she woke up.
It was as if the wound had completely healed.
"Eat something, Your Highness," she couldn't help but persuade her again.
"What about you?" Griffin turned around and asked.
"I have eaten it." Freya quickly replied: "The soldiers found some tits..."
Then she couldn't talk anymore, because Her Royal Highness the Princess was looking at her with a half-smile. She pointed to the things on the plate: "The tits have gone to the south of Chablis in winter. This is chicken, just like you yesterday."
The food you gave me is the same. Yesterday you said you found a turtle dove, and each of us ate half of it. Is this the other half that was supposed to be eaten by you?"
"Your Highness Princess, I..."
Griffith shook his head: "Freya, no matter how long Miss Roman's money-losing business is kept, I can still eat it. Fortunately, she can distribute it as military rations. The unique taste of these marinated chickens tastes like
It's like dry firewood that has been used for a year. Hasn't anyone told you?" She blinked playfully on her pale face: "As a princess, my tongue is very picky. Although you are
The daughter of Everton, but as a commoner, you may never understand what the life of a noble is like."
The female knight was exposed and blushed. She realized that her brain was really not strong enough, otherwise why she couldn't even do something as simple as telling a lie.
But the smile on Griffin's face faded. Even in such a weak state, she showed a majestic aura. She frowned and said, "Freya, did you secretly save your rations for me?"
Already."
"But I'm different from you, Your Highness Princess..." Freya quickly defended.
Griffin looked up at her: "You are my commander-in-chief, silly girl."
She reached out her hand and gently touched the sword.
"We have figured out that Antitina went to Lantern Castle after leaving Magitan. We are moving closer to Golan-Elson. There will definitely be a chance to rescue her. If my injury cannot be cured, you can bring her with you.
Holding my sword and fully representing my will, I must rescue her."
"your Highness!"
Griffith held her up and said, "This is also for Tonigel's war, Freya, and... I can't be sorry to Mr. Brando."
She closed her eyelids gently, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and lowered her voice: "I don't want to leave any regrets, you understand, Freya; I don't want to be sorry to everyone, just like my father, he owes
You Bucchi people need to apologize..."
"He is him, you are you," Freya's chest heaved a little: "Everyone in Butchi would curse your father and say that he is a foolish king, but he has a good daughter. For your sake, we are even willing to forgive you.
It’s my father’s fault. Because we only hope that Her Royal Highness the Princess can live well, and one day everything in this kingdom will become better than before under her watch!"
Griffin's eyes were a little red, and she smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I won't give up so easily. Even in the darkest moments, I have never been knocked down. I am the daughter of Halefuo.
With the blood of the Holy White flowing, no one can defeat me, not even death."
Her words suddenly stopped.
The silver eyes were actually a little frozen.
Freya was just about to say something, but a slender palm was already placed on her shoulder.
Freya almost froze. She clearly felt someone entering the tent, but she thought it was Brünnhilde because the Valkyries did not communicate. But as soon as she felt the hand on her shoulder coming from
The familiar temperature, she immediately understood——
Who is back.
The strong female knight's eyes immediately filled with water, and her eyes were as red as rabbits. When she turned around, tears burst out of her eyes. She wanted to tell the person in front of her how difficult their situation was; she wanted to tell this person
Man, how worried she was about the war in Tonigel; she wanted to tell him that Antitina was taken away by those people, and her life or death was uncertain.
She wanted to cry like a child.
But her duty made her stand reservedly on the spot, with tears still streaming down her face, and she looked at the familiar face in front of her with blurry eyes.
Brando looked at the Valkyrie who was crying with some heartache.
He never thought that the Eruin flag in his memory would one day be at a loss in front of him, like a helpless child. Strong and firm, weak and delicate, the moment when two completely different beauties intertwined, he was deeply moved.
It touched the softest place in his heart.
But Her Royal Highness was still there, and Brando could only gently wipe the tears from the Valkyrie's face.
"Sorry, ladies, I'm late."
"But in my opinion, it is always just right." Her Royal Highness the Princess replied with a calm smile.
Inside a narrow tent.
The two just looked at each other in silence.
Standing alone.
A person is sitting on the bed.
Freya suddenly understood that he and Her Royal Highness might have a lot to say. Before her tears dried, she hugged Brando tightly and shook his hand secretly. Brando understood what she meant, and in her heart
Sighing for this kind girl, he smiled at her and nodded.
"I-I'm going to see Miss Brünnhilde. She-she may have something to ask me for..." Miss Knight made a poor excuse, then turned and walked out.
When the two of them passed each other, Brando said in her ear: "There is food outside, I brought you supplies."
Freya's face turned red and she ran away without looking back.
Princess Griffin looked at the interaction between the two with an alert attitude, with bright eyes and a slight smile, but she was actually a little concerned in her heart.
"No one can defeat you, not even death, Your Royal Highness," Brando looked at his princess: "Because they can't reach you at all. Your knight is standing in front of you without my permission.
Before, no one could do it."
"Not even with your permission," Princess Griffin added: "Mr. Knight, you seem to have experienced a lot."
"Yes. Is there a sense of vicissitudes of life?"
"No."
After saying this, even though she was very weak, she couldn't help laughing.
Brando also felt the changes in the princess. She had become more mature. Perhaps this was the real her, gradually overlapping with the shadow in his memory. He took out the angel heart bottle and motioned for her to drink it.
, but the elf girl remained unmoved and only looked at him expectantly.
Brando was stunned for a moment, and then his heart jumped slightly.
He helped the weak girl up, and the two cuddled up so ambiguously. The Elf Princess looked at him trustingly. Brando's heart beat faster and he lowered the angel heart bottle, and dropped a drop of the luminous liquid on her.
On the slender tip of the tongue.
The princess swallowed it, and the majestic vitality contained in the light liquid immediately began to take effect. Her withered limbs became plump again, her skin became snow-white and breakable, her silver eyes became brighter little by little, and her cheeks became healthy.
And the ruddy, disheveled silver hair is glowing with dazzling luster, like a withered flower that has once again begun to bloom in life.
Griffith looked at this unbelievable thing in shock. He didn't even care when the serious injuries on his body were completely healed.
"This is……"
"This is the Angel Heart Vase."
"Is that the holy object made of angel blood?"
Brando nodded.
Her Royal Highness seemed to be deep in thought: "I owe you more, my knight."
"I'm just worried that Her Majesty the Princess still holds a grudge against me," Brando replied helplessly: "Let's just treat it as even."
Princess Griffin raised her head with some embarrassment: "Don't mention that thing!" But among the memories that made her ashamed and angry, now the memories are slightly sweet.
This topic made the half-elf girl feel a little embarrassed, and she slightly pulled away from his arms.
Although Brando was a little disappointed, he also understood that Her Highness the Princess's actions today had proven her trust in him, and he could not push further. Besides, the distance between the two just now made him blush.
Princess Griffin calmed down first and began to describe what happened after he left. Some of these things were something Brando had heard before, but when they were told by Her Royal Highness, it was a different state of mind.
When Brando heard about Eruin's domestic part, the originally ambiguous atmosphere in the tent had already faded to almost nothing.
After a long narration, Princess Griffin suddenly paused, and then asked: "Can you tell me about the Sasard people?"
This topic seemed to open a Pandora's box, causing a sudden silence in the tent.
Brando glanced at her in surprise. He originally thought that Her Highness the Princess would not take the initiative to mention it. After thinking about it, without much preparation, he simply told her everything that happened after he left Eruin. Finally,
Only in passing did I mention the Sasardians.
He did this to avoid the embarrassment of the princess. The elf girl obviously understood this and felt a little warm in her heart.
She actually knew something about Brando's trip from other sources, but after all, it was not so detailed. She was fascinated by it several times. She is a good listener, and her good upbringing prevents her from being distracted at any time.
Revealing subconscious tiredness, not to mention Brando's narration itself was fascinating, and Her Royal Highness the Princess even exclaimed a few times.
But when she reached the last paragraph, Princess Griffin's expression turned cold.
She didn't expect that so many major events had happened in the world, but the nobles of Eruin were still arguing over trivial matters, and even bothered to disrupt the kingdom and collude with outsiders and cultists. How ridiculous this was.
What a joke, maybe in the eyes of outsiders, this ancient kingdom is simply an irredeemable abandoned child.
When Brando finished his last words, the tent became quiet again.
The two of them lowered their heads to each other, as if they were thinking about something, and the air was filled with a breath of wordless silence.
After a long time, Princess Griffin said calmly: "So at least many people in the royal party understood from the beginning that the Dragon of Dusk stood behind the Sasardians?"
Brando nodded silently.
Princess Griffin's face was expressionless. She seemed to be weighing something in her heart, but when she finally spoke, she almost spent a lot of effort to say: "The ancient nobles and their noble beliefs created this kingdom. Eruin has never
I have forgotten those who fought to change its destiny, but history is always changing, and some people are indeed no longer relevant..."
Brando looked at her clenched hands. The knuckles were obviously white and even trembling slightly.
She was born in the prosperous ZTE era and witnessed the most beautiful spirit of this kingdom.
But she had also witnessed her father die under cold-blooded politics. She hated this archaic system more than anyone else, but she also had a tenderness in her heart that was rare among politicians.
However, at this moment, she ended the lives of countless people with just one sentence, including those who had worked with her, those who supported her, her friends, and even her grandfather, the man who had been in her desperate situation.
Among them were relatives who extended their hands to her.
But if the history of a kingdom cannot advance in a pool of blood, it can only turn into dust in the flames.
Brando wanted to comfort the weak girl, but he said:
"not enough."
Princess Griffin raised her head and stared at him coldly with her silver eyes.
"This time, Your Royal Highness, don't forget that I am also on your opposite side."
Her Royal Highness the Princess took a deep breath, as if she had already made a great decision: "I will marry you, and we have a marriage contract. In the future, you can..."
Brando smiled bitterly. Although it was also a political marriage, he felt a little warm in his heart. At least he understood that in her mind, his status could even be equal to her ideals and beliefs - he looked at the princess
Your Highness, you don't want to see her softening of heart at this time.
He didn't know whether he should be happy or angry, but he still shook his head, because that was not what he wanted: "Haruze is the king of this kingdom, Her Royal Highness, we want to give Eruin the brightest future, just
It must be given the most orthodox title."
There was a deathly silence in the tent.
After a long time, Princess Griffin raised her head and looked at him with some resentment: "Very good, as you wish, I will take you, the earl of Denel and Tonigel, to the fir-collar."
Lord, the great hero of Eruin was executed in a public place for blaspheming the royal family members and having no central purpose."
Brando scratched his head in embarrassment: "Stop, stop, stop, I'm not that great yet. Your Highness, there is actually a relatively gentle way. Maybe I will leave Eruin. Next Eruin will also participate.
In the war with the Dragon of Twilight, I believe that the power of Tonigel and Valhalla will become the backbone of this war. I entrust it to you and hope that you can make good use of them."
"Why should Elu obey your command? Do you mean that Haruze and I are just puppets controlled by you?" Princess Griffith was expressionless and said in a cold tone: "Unfortunately
, Lord Earl, Eruin turned to the arms of the Twilight Dragon after you left. Anyway, its selfish eldest princess and king only care about their own people. As for the great responsibility of saving the world, the Eruin people may shoulder it.
I'm sorry."
Brando knew that he had offended the princess so much that he couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.
But after a while, he heard Princess Griffin asking somewhat faintly.
"...Where are you going?"
"Perhaps we need to settle accounts with the Bugans first, and then St. Osol..."
He wanted to continue, but Princess Griffin interrupted him:
"At least before you leave, Mr. Knight, could you hug me again?"
Brando was stunned.
He raised his head, and Princess Griffin's slender neck slowly turned red. Her blush was extremely cute. She tilted her head slightly, not looking at him.
Brando opened his mouth. He wanted to say no - but found that his body was not under control at all.
He felt his heart beating extremely fast. Slowly and somewhat softly, he knelt down in front of the princess. He didn't even dare to look into her eyes, but gently held Griffin into his arms. He felt
The half-elf girl is as light as a feather.
Princess Griffin curled up motionless in his arms, listening tenderly to the strong heartbeat of her knight.
She said softly: "I'm sorry if I accidentally diluted Miss Luo Man's status in your heart, but I was also your fiancée, wasn't I..."
What could be more heartwarming than a strong and proud Princess lowering her body and speaking love words into your ear? But as she said, besides blaming herself, what else could he say?
Woolen cloth?
I'm sorry, I can't say those three words easily, because I have a responsibility to this kingdom...
Because the country has been granted, it is difficult to grant the king.
Brando listened silently to what Her Royal Highness the Princess was saying——
"I have one last request," Princess Griffin said in a soft voice: "Mr. Knight."
She raised her head and looked at him.
"Please be sure to bring back Miss Antitina."
Brando nodded seriously.
Because this is not a promise, but an agreement between the two ladies.
