'You yearn for the flag of the late King Ek, but whether the glory still exists in Eruin, I, as the daughter of King Obergu and the princess of the royal family, cannot answer; Lord, you have fulfilled the above letter in Tonigel.
This promise, this persistence, is like an example; now that rebels are rising in the north and the kingdom is on the verge of collapse, but as a direct blood relative of the Corcova family, I cannot flinch in the slightest.'
'I am very grateful for your trust. If hope still exists in Eruin, it must exist in our hearts. This letter is to give you an answer. I promise to change this country, even if I have to pay all the costs for it.
.'
Princess Griffin Corcovado St. Odysseus gently closed the letter with a calm expression on her face, as if her worries did not exist on this old ship that was about to sink. However, this was just the calm before the storm.
Storms are gathering in the sky, and they are about to set off raging waves.
There was a knock on the door, and the attendant in red uniform asked for the third time about the time arranged by Her Royal Highness. The carriage was already waiting outside the palace, and Overwell, Macaro and other important ministers had been waiting for a long time.
The meeting with Duke Anlek is imminent. In today's Eruin, there is no one as important as this big man who can change the balance of the entire scale. Griffin has never expected to stay as young as Vlada-Pace.
People can change the situation of the war, but in Eruin today, only the army loyal to Forstanon can compete with the coalition of northern dukes.
Her half-brother didn't try to win over Anlek to join that camp, but it was a pity that he couldn't offer such a high price. Griffin knew the old fox's plan, and he needed her to give birth to a child for him.
An heir with royal blood came to legally seize the throne of Eruin. This family has been planning for this position for a long time since the ten-year decree.
But she would rather shed a river of blood under the throne than tolerate such a thing happening. Those who betray the sacred oath will never inherit the glorious banner. This is a stain on the Lion Heart Oath, not to mention that Anlek has been one with all things for many years.
They may have secret affairs, and they think they are safe, but this kind of thing can never be airtight.
The half-elf princess who was still in her teenage years couldn't help but curl up her lips in a tight arc, with an angry and silent mockery. No one is an idiot. It will be the season when the ice and snow melt, and if you continue to delay, Anlek Province will be pushed to the bottom.
On the other hand, she is a princess of the royal family and has already made her choice.
Griffin lowered his head, stretched out his slender fingers, and gently touched the soft hair on his brother's forehead.
"Sister?" Eruin's future successor raised his head and looked at his sister with some uneasiness under the varying light of the suet candle.
"You will be a king, Haruze," said the princess.
"I know, you said, I am the king of Eruin." The young man replied.
"Well, I paved the way for you. No one can change the rejuvenation of this country. I have arranged everything." Griffin said softly, as if describing a vision: "But you have to become strong.
Haruze.”
She raised her head, and the gaze in her silver eyes seemed to have seen through the storm ahead, and she saw a gloomy ending, assassination, conspiracy, and bleeding roses on the throne, but there must be new life on the land after the storm.
"Well, I have become stronger. I practice swordsmanship every day." The young man raised his head and saw the letter in his sister's hand: "Sister, who are you writing to?"
"A knight."
"I will also become a knight in the future." After a year of wandering around and leaving the royal family, the young man also learned the acumen and cunning that his age should have. He looked at his sister, the princess, "They said you are going to Ambesa.
you?"
"kindness."
"What should I do if you go?"
"You should learn to decide certain things by yourself. Do you remember what I told you? You are a man, Haruze, and you have to steer the ship." Griffin replied.
"Oh," the young man said with some disappointment, "Then you have to come back early, otherwise no one will examine my swordsmanship."
Griffith couldn't help but smile. This weak brother also learned to beat around the bush.
"That...he..." Eruin's future successor seemed to want to continue this topic, but he hesitated and seemed hesitant.
"he?"
"I mean that knight, will he protect you?"
"What exactly do you want to say?" Griffin glared at his brother.
She was very fearful when she was fierce. The young man couldn't help but shrink back: "I...I don't like you marrying Duke Anlek."
"Why?" The half-elf girl was a little surprised. Her cowardly brother would not say this to her. She couldn't help but wonder if someone was instigating him to say these things behind his back, but it seemed unnecessary.
Both Macaro and the wise old man who is her teacher hope to get help from Anlek. They can all see the poison behind the honey, but the purpose of these people is self-evident. Griffin does not want to refute them.
Wishful thinking, because at least she still needs the support of the nobles. Eruin is always the Eruin of the nobles.
The young man shook his head: "I don't like him."
"Why? You've never seen him."
"No...I heard..." The young man stared at her and said hesitantly.
"What did you hear?"
"They said that Duke Anlek had had several wives, and they were all dead. They said that the Duke was a vampire, specializing in sucking the blood of women, sister..." At this time, the boy faded away again and became Eruin's future successor.
He turned into an ordinary and cowardly little boy. He looked at his sister uneasily.
"Nonsense."
Griffin scolded.
But this rebuke was inevitably a bit weak. The young man felt it sensitively. With his sister's character, if it was truly nonsense, she would definitely dismiss it. But he didn't understand what marriage meant to a sixteen-year-old girl.
Although I accept it deliberately, I still have the fear of the unknown in the end.
At this time, the attendant knocked on the door for the fourth time. The firm knock on the door seemed to balance the weight of the girl's heart. She took a breath and became determined again.
Griffin touched Haruze's forehead. She stood up, and a maid combed her hair and the wrinkles on her clothes. Her Royal Highness the Princess stretched out her hands, overcoming all external factors, and did not make Corcova
The family's calmness is a little out of shape.
This is her choice.
When they were leaving, a young knight from the Royal Academy whispered: "Your Royal Highness, even if you stay in the academy, we are willing to fight to the death. Because of the glory of the royal family, Eru does not have to bend his back for the treacherous person."
But Griffin turned around and replied calmly: "Eruin doesn't need to shed future blood, because it's not that time yet."
Then she lifted up her skirt and stepped onto the carriage, leaving a thin back.
But it is these weak shoulders that will carry the hope of the entire Eruin's revival in the near future.
…
Brando closed the letter gently with his thumb and index finger, and sighed softly. As if time was reversed, this moment returned to the starting point of everything. This is the moment that determines Eruin's future, and the stage it played in the past.
, it has not changed today, but where it will go in the future, who can be sure?
"Eruin's hope exists in the hearts of you and me..." He read this sentence several times, and his heart was at a loss. Eruin's hope exists in the hearts of everyone who has fought for it, but there are
Dreams can't change everything. He has personally experienced the pain of powerlessness. This time, he has to control his own destiny.
Caglis stood aside and looked at his lord. He had never seen such a look on Brando's face. The young man had always been calm and confident. He wanted to see Brando's hands.
Unfortunately, he couldn't see what was written in the letter. The letter was magically processed, so he could only see a blank.
"Whose letter is this?" he couldn't help but ask.
"Princess Griffin wrote a letter to me. She appreciates the embarrassment we made for the Earl in Tonigel." Brando recovered his mood in an instant. He has experienced too many dangers and hardships, and now he also
She has grown up a long time ago and is no longer the Sophie who is easily influenced by emotions.
Caglis stared at his lord with suspicion, "Ha, I won't be fooled this time. If Her Royal Highness the Princess would write letters to rebels like us, wouldn't those who were hanged from Anwar to Uson Avenue be the same?
Loyal and righteous?"
When Brando heard him comparing those bandits with himself, he couldn't help but glance at him: "Didn't I say that I am the secret knight of Her Royal Highness the Princess?"
"Then I am the attendant of the Dark Dragon." Caglis disagreed.
Brando opened his mouth and stared at this guy in surprise.
"What's wrong?"
"No, I was wondering if you secretly learned astrology from Antitina?"
"You don't mean to say that I guessed it right again, Lord, haha, you can't fool me with this old trick!" Caglis suddenly felt that this Lord of his was really interesting.
He actually said that he was the Dragon of Darkness, which Caglis thought was a very clever joke.
But no matter how clever the joke was, it was interrupted by a jingle of bells. Brando raised his head and saw several silver orchids swaying on the wall of the hall making a sound. He turned back to look at Monica.
"That's a message orchid. Someone is approaching from outside, Lord." Miss Guangling sat on his shoulder and said.
"Why didn't it happen before?"
"We planted that. Valhalla is also the home of light spirits. We plan to plant some more chandeliers later."
Brando had already caught a glimpse of his mage attendant from the door of the hall. Charles was holding a staff and wearing a gilded fiery red robe. Behind him was the timid Mordenkainen, holding his duck to make a demon.
"This place is nice. It's even different from your hometown in Daniel, Lord." Charles walked into the hall calmly, looked around, and raised his staff in praise.
My hometown in Daniel?
Brando was so deceived that the White Knights of the Highland Knights were stationed in Daniel - but seeing the serious look of his mage attendant, he almost thought he had some kind of home in Karasu.
He stared at Charles unhappily, and the young Highland wizard seemed not to notice, and bowed to him: "It has been hard work, but now I finally have a place to stand. I am happy to congratulate you, sir. I have brought you another good thing.
information."
"good news?"
"You'd better take a look at this, my lord." Charles took out something.
Brando immediately stood up from behind the desk.
Destiny cards.
…
(The first update, then I go out and come back at night to continue coding. I know many people say that I am very unplanned and do not notify you of anything. Well, this is indeed a shortcoming worthy of criticism... Well, the following is more rambling
No purpose, I will try my best to pay attention to it in the future and touch everyone.)