The chestnut-haired knight’s self-introduction made everyone quiet for a while.
And he was sitting on the horse calmly, letting everyone look at him, regardless of the fact that dozens of crossbows were still aimed at him.
Royal Guard?
Watchman?
Thales began to observe the knight who claimed to be the watchman of the royal guard again, and unconsciously compared him with Sak'el:
He is not as oppressive as Sak'el's figure, nor is his expression as firm and bitter as the punishment knight. On the contrary, even if he wears armor, Mallos still looks gentle and elegant, like a dandy.
Elite Guard.
"Tho de Mallos?"
A few seconds later, as he chewed on the name, Dele's eyes sharpened.
Paul frowned on one side:
"Dele, this name..."
Dele nodded and said something to his personal guard captain before the crow whistles present put away their menacing crossbows.
The atmosphere is better.
But Dele didn't seem to relax. He turned back and asked Thales:
"Do you know these people?"
Thales suppressed the urge to sigh.
Please, I just returned to China.
But the prince still nodded:
"Let's take a look."
He was about to pick up the reins and step forward, but Dele held his arm down.
"No, Thales."
Count Chroma looked solemn:
"If they are fake, then you should not have any contact with them. If they are real, then your position is too embarrassing. Whether you let us go or keep us, nothing is appropriate."
Thales narrowed his eyes and looked at the other party's serious eyes:
"so?"
"I'll come forward." Dele whispered, letting go of the prince's arm.
The Count of Wingburg turned to Marius:
"You said you were a watchman in the royal guard."
"But as far as I know, the position of Watchman has been vacant for many years, and the last one was before the Bloody Year."
"And the status of the watchman is extraordinary, and he has always been a highly respected person..."
Before Dele finished speaking, he was interrupted by a person behind Mallos.
"Your news is behind, Earl of Xihuang."
The knight who spoke had short brown hair and a serious look on his face, as if he was dissatisfied with the count's questioning:
"Lord Marius was promoted to Warden a year ago."
"Whether it is His Majesty, Lord Adrian, or even the entire Imperial Council, they all highly recognize his qualifications and abilities."
a year ago.
Thales saw Dele's expression change.
"Then... why didn't Lord Adrian or Lord Talon lead the team?" Earl of Wing Castle asked suspiciously.
Mallos curled up the corners of his mouth, but Thales always felt that his smile was a bit formal.
"Both the captain and the vice-captain have heavy responsibilities and cannot leave Fuxing Palace lightly," the knight who claimed to be a royal guard gestured to the twenty-four knights behind him, calmly and calmly:
"And this is a task specially assigned to us by His Majesty."
Mallos maintained his polite smile:
"On behalf of His Majesty, I would like to thank Xihuang for his help, but your mission has been completed."
Marius glanced at every soldier in the Western Wasteland, and his words gradually became deeper and deeper, leaving no room for doubt:
"From this moment on, we are fully responsible for all matters related to His Highness the Prince's return to the country."
"You can go home."
There was a commotion of dissatisfaction among the crow whistles around.
Listening to the other party's polite but hidden words, Dele and Paul both frowned.
Even Thales sighed secretly.
This is going to cause trouble.
"This is a team composed of Delekroma from Wing Castle, Paul Bozdov from Soul Castle, and twenty-eight families in the Western Wilderness."
Dele spoke slowly and repeated his identity. Thales could hear dissatisfaction in his words:
"We are escorting Prince Thales."
"If what you say is true, Lord Mallos," Dele said expressionlessly:
"Then I welcome you without hesitation to join our team until we arrive at Yongxing City and meet the officials from Fuxing Palace."
A blond knight behind Mallos burst out laughing.
Everyone looked at him.
"As far as I know, six years ago, Chaman Lumba of the Black Sand Territory also insisted on sending troops to escort Prince Thales to Longxiao City." The blond knight looked at them funny. He looked dignified, but shook his head:
"Guess what happened next?"
Dele and Paul were startled for a moment, then subconsciously looked at Thales.
As a witness, Tails' face suddenly turned dark.
Mallos, the leader, coughed heavily.
"Doyle, don't talk about state affairs."
The knight named Doyle raised his eyebrows and spoke in a relaxed tone:
"certainly."
"You decide."
Mallos coughed:
"Also, be friendly. According to the family tree, Count Croma is yours, yours..."
Mallos paused as he spoke.
But Doyle quickly picked up his words deftly:
"My grandmother's brother-in-law's great-nephew's cousin?"
What?
Dele was also stunned when he said this.
There was silence for a few seconds, and Doyle smiled and gave Lord Wingburg a shrug.
"Oh, really."
Mallos frowned and sighed, seeming to be troubled by this relationship.
Dele stopped paying attention to the teasing between the other party and took a deep breath:
"You didn't send a messenger to communicate as usual, and your identity is still in doubt, but you wanted to pick up the prince as soon as you came... For safety reasons, I can't take risks."
After hearing what he said, Mallos did not answer immediately, but pondered for a while.
After a while, he made up his mind.
"Let us speak plainly, count."
Mallos cleared his throat and his expression changed from indifferent to serious:
"I know what you are concerned about is that you want the entire king to see you and Prince Thales walking into Yongxing City together, so that the entire star can know the relationship between the nobles of the Western Wasteland, the prince, and the future king."
"It's not a matter of the prince's safety."
Both Dele and Thales' expressions changed.
Mallos squeezed his cheeks with a smile:
"And my job is to stop you."
After Mallos finished speaking, Dele's expression turned cold.
The scene fell into oppressive silence again.
The Crow Whistle Qingqiu stared at the uninvited guests with unkind eyes.
Paul said something, and dozens of Black Lion infantrymen who came from the rear skillfully matched the position of the crow whistle and formed a formation.
Marius and his knights, although they were the smaller group, had piercing eyes and were unwilling to be outdone.
This gave Thales a headache.
Finally, Dele, who was deep in thought, spoke softly:
"Well, at least you're straightforward and honest enough."
Mallos and his eyes met in the air, exuding invisible pressure.
Dele narrowed his eyes:
"What if we say no?"
He looked at the people who called themselves the royal guards, looked at everything from their mounts to their equipment, and said with a threat:
"You and your companions, what can you do?"
As soon as these words came out, the depressing atmosphere suddenly became tense!
The companions behind Mallos even lifted their cloaks and put their hands on their weapons.
But just when Thales was wondering if he should say something, Mallos just looked back and reassured his companions.
"I must admit that I have little experience and limited abilities," the chestnut-haired knight turned back and said in a calm and serene tone:
"Facing the Earl, your Crow Whistle Qingqi, which has both numbers and combat power, is really... not sure."
Paul snorted next to Thales.
Dele said nothing.
But Mallos smiled slightly, but his smile was quite helpless:
"But you know, if something happens to us, to His Majesty's loyal bodyguards who are His Majesty's face..."
The next second, Mallos' tone remained unchanged and his smile remained unchanged, but the content he said was different:
"An hour later, while still on the way to the rear, there were nine hundred rotating soldiers of the central royal family's standing army under the Kingdom's Wrath, and a thousand rotating soldiers of the northern royal family's standing army under the command of Fortress Flower, including nearly three hundred cavalry.
, will speed up after receiving the news, outflank me from the direction behind me, and use the advantages of numbers and experience to force you who have traveled a long distance back to the nearest supply point: Grace Town."
Thales was stunned.
Paul's face paled.
Dele also frowned fiercely.
Mallos patted his mount gently to soothe it's anxiety caused by the hostility from the opposite side, but continued:
"Two hours later, the Blade Ya Camp will receive a message. Please note that the standing army of the Western Wilderness Royal Family is currently in active service. Please note that there are 3,000 to 4,000 people in active service. They are all elite main combatants, including 1,000 to 2,000 cavalry.
, will attack from the camp under the leadership of Legend Wings, attack Grace Town from the west, and strive to encircle the friendly forces before dusk."
Dele and Paul looked at each other, exchanging worries.
Mallos' tone was neither serious nor serious, his tone was erratic, and his attitude was casual and relaxed, as if he was having a leisurely time.
But the Crow Whistle and the Black Lion Infantry were obviously affected and began to whisper.
"Before nightfall today, the rotating and active soldiers of the above three standing armies, including many elites from the three major armies of Fury, Starlight, and Stardust, will take advantage of the situation and encircle you.
Together with Enci Town, it has become a historical textbook for the Western Wilderness and even the Kingdom."
Thales took a deep breath.
Mallos' tone became joking, his posture became more and more indifferent, but his words became more direct:
"But given that neither Kingdom's Wrath nor Fortress Flower has ever come in person, so the highest commander present is Legend Wing, then I guess only Gift Town will become a history textbook, and you won't. Congratulations, because all of you
, or only those who are good-looking enough to join Williams' collection of heads in the museum to add to his art collection."
Thales thought of something and showed a strange expression.
Paul could stand it no longer:
"you"
But Dele held him down.
Mallos calmed his mount with a whistle, without looking ahead, but continued methodically:
"And in two days, this big news will spread throughout the kingdom: after the rebellion at the Blade Fang camp, the terrifying orcs and desolate bones penetrated the defense line and encountered the team escorting the prince back home. The troops from Wing Castle and Heroic Soul Castle
The loyal elite fought to the death to protect the prince, guarding the town of Grace for a day and a night. The two young heroes of the Croma and Bozdov families were loyal and died in battle, but at least you died to protect the prince."
He finally raised his head and looked directly at the gloomy Dele, and shook his shoulders:
"So your Majesty wrote a memorial for you with tears streaming down his face and built a monument. From then on, he worked hard and worked hard to spread the blessings of the kingdom to unfortunate nobles like you as soon as possible, so that they can feel the glory of the stars together. The prince said
I am grateful and will remember your loyalty and passion for him every moment for the rest of his life.”
Mallos narrowed his eyes:
"And from that day on, the residents of the Kingdom's Western Wilderness got rid of the threat of the desert, and the Blade Tooth Camp came back to life. The lords who succeeded the local area were more kind, wise, loyal and kind than their predecessors. The king's favor benefited all people, and everyone
Just live and work in peace and contentment, live happily forever and ever..."
"How about it?"
After his words fell, the place fell into deathly silence.
Many crow sentries and infantrymen began to look back at their lords,
Paul was shaking with rage.
Dele's face became increasingly ugly.
“Good story.”
The Earl of Wing Castle spoke coldly, his voice was a little distorted, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Mallos also changed:
"But the problem is..."
"Under the pursuit of our five hundred Crow Whistle Qingqi, how sure are you that you can survive and go back to report the news?"
The next moment, the crow whistles raised their crossbows and aimed at the target without any instructions!
Thales was shocked!
In the most tense moments, Mallos smiled.
Facing Dele's malicious eyes, he lifted up his cloak, held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and pressed his left hand on a shield on the side of the saddle.
"Indeed, the certainty is very small, maybe..."
Mallos narrowed his eyes and sounded uncertain:
"Fifty-fifty?"
The next moment, the momentum of the twenty-four people behind Mallos changed, and they moved neatly to raise their shields!
"Hey, everyone!"
Thales couldn't bear it anymore. He shouted loudly, stood up on the saddle at the same time, and passed over the crow whistles that covered him tightly:
"Before you draw your sword, please remember: I'm still here!"
The prince waved his hands desperately to attract everyone's attention.
I hope this can reduce their hostility towards each other.
Fortunately, this had some effect, and the place became quiet and silent.
Most people looked at this young man.
Dele realized what the prince meant and asked his soldiers to put aside their hostility on the surface with a straight face.
Mallos stared at Thales and was silent for a long time.
Thales gave him an awkward smile, feeling his bowed legs that were a little numb from standing on the horse: "Thank you, gentlemen, we can have a good talk now..."
"Well, so..."
Mallos looked at Thales and pondered for a while.
He showed a puzzled expression:
"Who are you?"
Thales' smile suddenly froze.
What.
His eyelids began to twitch.
A second later, looking at Thales's expression, Mallos's mouth curved.
"Hahahaha," the chestnut-haired knight laughed loudly:
"Just kidding, don't mind."
Before Thales could react, Mallos put away his smile, looked solemn, held his chest, and bowed respectfully on his horse:
"His Royal Highness Thales, Watchman of the Royal Guard, Tormund Mallos."
"By His Majesty's order, my colleagues and I will be honored to be your personal bodyguards."
Following the leader's movements, the twenty-four knights behind him moved in unison and bowed on their horses.
"From this moment until the last moment."
Wow.
Seeing their textbook salutes and attitudes, Thales, who had originally thought of asking them to recite the royal guard oath, began to believe in their identities.
"Oh, thank you, Tomon... Mallos."
Thales, who frequently switched between embarrassment and relief, couldn't stand such a scene. He smiled dryly and waved, gesturing for them to get up:
"But now let's put the fire under it. It's not a big problem. We can definitely find a consensus."
But Mallos seemed to deliberately prevent him from worrying.
"Yes, it's time to get rid of the life of being dependent on others, stay away from ambitious people with ill intentions, and return to the protection of your family."
While saying this, Mallos, who straightened up, glanced at Dele inadvertently.
These words made Dele very angry:
"I believe that His Highness the Prince is wise enough and does not need other people's guidance."
Mallos smiled:
"Then hurry up, Earl, do you want to fight or surrender? What are you waiting for? Your Majesty's certificate of commendation?"
The eyes of both sides became sharp again, just like the weapons in their hands.
With all his previous efforts in vain, Thales fell down on the saddle, feeling pain in both his head and buttocks.
But at this moment, Thales heard something.
"Dele," Paul's expression changed next to Thales:
"That is……"
There was a sudden commotion on the Earl of Wing Castle's side.
"Rumble..."
And soon, Thales also saw: behind the royal guards, several large flags appeared on the Gift Avenue, accompanied by shadowy figures and rising and falling horse hooves.
somebody is coming.
"Flag of Fury," Dele stared into the distance, looking a little disappointed:
"It is the central standing army stationed around Yongxing City."
"Wrath of the Direct Kingdom."
Thales' expression changed.
The crow whistles and infantrymen began to whisper.
"And the Starry Battle Flag."
Thales stared at the flag he had seen before:
"It is the northern standing army under the command of the Flower of the Fortress, serving the Broken Dragon Fortress."
Dele's expression became even more ugly.
"It seems he didn't lie," Dele said sarcastically, waving his hand to remove the Crow Whistle's attack:
“It’s really inspiring.”
Paul hesitated as he did so:
"Maybe it's to support the western front and change the anti-blade camp?"
Dele snorted softly:
"Then they came so quickly: How many days has it been since the incident happened in the camp?"
Tails wisely did not interrupt.
Soon, the distant team came to the front:
It was a cavalry force of nearly a hundred people, carrying different flags, surrounding a double carriage in the center.
They came to the side of the royal guards. Their body movements were not as sharp as the latter's, and their mounts and equipment were not as sophisticated as the latter's, but they were better in being uniform and orderly.
"Great," the blond Doyle sighed:
"The person in charge is here."
Soon, in the eyes of everyone, the simple carriage of this new team stopped beside the royal guards.
A gentle and steady voice came out steadily from the carriage:
"Good morning, everyone."
Listening to this voice, Thales's breathing slowly quickened.
"You are walking a little too fast, Lord Mallos," the man in the carriage seemed helpless:
"Count Los has been complaining that this day and night journey will consume the soldiers' physical strength."
When asked, Mallos twitched his lips and turned his horse's head.
"Fortunately, you are not walking too slowly, Your Excellency," his tone was as calm as before, but he nodded and saluted the carriage habitually:
"I'm worried about being misunderstood as a kidnapper."
The next second, as laughter spread, the owner of the carriage opened the door and stepped off the ground.
The moment he saw the person coming, Thales breathed a sigh of relief and completely felt at ease.
It was as if a journey he had started a long time ago had finally come to an end.
"It's okay, Dele," Thales subconsciously comforted the Earl of Wing Castle and unconsciously raised his mouth:
"We're fine."
The man who got off the carriage still walked steadily and had a friendly attitude. He leaned on his accustomed cane and ignored the tense situation between the two sides. He naturally came to Mallos' side and looked at Thales from a distance.
His gaze lasted for several seconds, mixed with emotions such as eagerness, surprise, and sigh.
The place fell silent and no one spoke.
The prince accepted the other person's gaze calmly.
But when he subconsciously wanted to laugh, Thales found that his cheeks were a little stiff.
Finally, the visitor let out a long sigh and showed a happy smile:
"You look very energetic."
The middle-aged man's voice trembled slightly:
"My little sir."
The moment he heard this title, Thales felt an echo in his ears, and he seemed to have returned to the past.
But this time...
Thales silently stared at the middle-aged nobleman in front of him.
He noticed that although the other party's smile remained the same and he was polite and decent, his temples were stained with star spots, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became more obvious, and the skin on his face was sunken and loose.
Even his body shape has become a lot more rickety under the gift of time.
Thales felt a little heavy in his heart.
But in the end, he took a deep breath, put away his uncontrollable expression, suppressed the countless emotions rising from the bottom of his heart, and tried his best to speak softly with the smoothest, most positive and relaxed attitude:
"The same to you."
"Nice to see you again."
The prince smiled brightly:
"Gilbert."
The surroundings were quiet, no one from either side made a sound.
Until the middle-aged nobleman, the cunning fox of the stars, the honorary Earl Gilbert Castle nodded slowly.
"Me too, little sir," Gilbert's voice obviously had a few more fluctuations:
"I mean, Your Highness..."
His words were interrupted mid-sentence.
Gilbert raised his head first, blinked a few times, and after taking a few deep breaths, finally returned his tone to normal:
"Me too."
After a brief goodbye, neither of them said much, they just exchanged glances during a few simple greetings.
"Good morning."
On the other side, Dele, who had a serious face, nodded slightly to Gilbert, with a completely different tone of respect and solemnity than when facing the prince:
"Count Castle."
Gilbert responded with a smile, cordial and down-to-earth:
"Count Chroma."
"I'm glad to see you have a close friendship with His Highness."
Although Xingchen's cunning fox is standing on the ground, it doesn't make anyone feel that he is weak at all.
"And you must be a representative of Count Bozdorf?"
Paul on the other side had a sullen face:
"His heir."
Gilbert smiled politely as always:
"certainly."
With the arrival of Gilbert, Marius returned to the casual and indifferent attitude he had when they first met, and seemed to intend to leave all negotiations to the honorary Earl.
Facts have proved that there was no problem with his choice.
Dele sighed and was about to speak, but the next second, the cunning fox of the stars was ahead of him.
"Your Highness, gentlemen," Gilbert nodded to each commander with a warm and friendly smile:
"Since we are all here and there are so many people witnessing it, I will start directly."
Paul frowned as he looked at the royal army with vigilance.
Even Thales was stunned for a moment.
"start?"
Paul turned his head in confusion:
"Dele?"
But Dele just shook his head.
The next moment, Gilbert's face turned solemn. He held his cane under his arm, pulled out a beautifully decorated and large scroll from his arms, and unfolded it skillfully and gracefully.
Dele's eyebrows moved:
On the back of the scroll, the emblem of the nine-pointed star is clearly visible.
Just listen to Gilbert clearing his throat:
"Blessed by the goddess of the setting sun, witnessed by the ancestors of all generations..."
He has a tall and straight figure, a leisurely posture, a loud and relaxed voice, and carries a restrained but unignorable majesty:
"The orthodox legacy of the final empire, the successor of the resurrected King Tormund, the co-lord of the Ludor and the Northlanders of the Western Continent, the conqueror of the Dragon Bone Throne and the Altar of the Desert God, the protector of the Holy Tree and the Principality of Thera
The 39th Supreme King of the Star Kingdom and the Southern Islands, the Western Desert, the Guardian of the City of Steel and the Free Alliance, the 39th Supreme King of the Western Desert, Kessel Bright Star V, declares to all Star Citizens and all those before this writ
…”
Everyone in the audience moved slightly, exuding low and restrained whispers.
Gilbert ignored it and just stared at the scroll in his hand with a serious and respectful expression.
"On August 19, 679, the end of the Kingdom of Stars, in the eighteenth year of the reign of His Majesty the Venerable Kessel V, after careful and detailed consideration, he will excitedly grant praises, rewards, and commendations.
A gentleman with sufficient merit and matching status."
Gilbert paused for a moment, as if waiting for something, and looked around.
Thales's breathing began to quicken.
Everyone fell silent.
After it was completely quiet, Cunning Fox spoke again and read out the name:
"The Star of Thales."
At this moment, Dele, Paul, Mallos and others had different expressions.
Thales took a deep breath in anticipation. He no longer knew what his expression was.
"In the past six years, this nobleman and knight noblely sacrificed his rights as a prince, heroically defended the security of the northern border, selflessly protected the well-being of thousands of subjects, and respected the Kingdom of the Stars.
dignity……"
When reading this part, Gilbert's reading was ups and downs, with ups and downs of emotion.
He paused again, took a deep breath, and announced loudly under the eyes of the audience who were either complicated or surprised, excited or nervous:
"Therefore, he and his legal heirs will be granted the hereditary right to rule Xinghu Castle and its affiliated towns and lands by His Majesty, and will bear the honorable obligations of paying taxes and collecting taxes accordingly. From now on..."
"Duke of Star Lake."
At that moment, the whole audience could hear the needle drop.
Countless eyes invariably left Gilbert and finally landed on the young man on horseback.
But Thales just looked at Gilbert blankly.
What?
He was speechless and heartless.
"This agreement and this status will be witnessed by everyone in the kingdom and will be implemented immediately and will never be violated."
Gilbert watched the reaction of the audience with satisfaction. He slowly put away the scroll and left, smiling again:
"That's it."
A few seconds later, with the first suppressed sound, this section of the Grace Avenue came to life again.
Dele closed his eyes and exhaled heavily.
Paul looked at Thales with a very strange expression.
Mallos exchanged glances with his fellow guardsmen, still as relaxed as before.
"The formal announcement will be sent to all the stars with the public edict," Gilbert looked at the complicated-looking Earl of Wing Castle friendlyly:
"Of course, it also includes the entire Western Wilderness, including the territories of all your lords."
Dele tightened his grip on the reins and did not open his eyes.
"Now, Count Chroma, and you, Paul," Gilbert wore his signature impeccable smile and looked at the opponent's astonishing hundreds of Crow Whistle Qingqi for the first time, with a very serious look on his face.
Concerned expression:
"I think the Duke of Star Lake will welcome you to join his team and enjoy your company?"
Thales looked at Dele subconsciously.
Earl Yibao still closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.
After a few seconds, Dele slowly opened his eyes.
"No, that's not necessary."
"I think our mission is accomplished, Paul."
This time, Dele's face was extremely cold and his words were pale.
"time to go."
Gilbert didn't say anything, he just curled his lips again and nodded gracefully to express his understanding.
Thales looked at him blankly, a little at a loss.
"Dele..."
Dele sighed and made a gesture.
Groups of Crow Whistle Qingqiu reacted as quickly as a flock of frightened crows. They all turned around and left the place.
"Rumble..."
For a while, the horses' hooves were going back and forth on the galloping road, and dust was billowing.
Full of reluctance, Paul could only rein in his horse and leave.
Dele paused for a moment, and stretched out his palm towards Thales amidst the harsh sound of horse hooves.
The prince who had not recovered yet instinctively grasped it, but was pulled forward by him.
"Take care, Your Highness."
Dele's hand was very strong, and he approached the prince's ear with a serious face:
"Then, Thales," he whispered:
"Please remember our promise."
Thales was startled.
"promise?"
he asked in confusion.
"Yes."
This time, Dele's voice was low and thick, just like his expression.
"Six years ago, when your carriage left the royal capital and headed north to Exeter."
The owner of the One-Winged Crow, the Earl of Wing Castle whispered in the young man’s ear:
"The promise we made to you."
six years ago……
Driving away from the royal capital...
When heading north to Exeter...
Their……
promise.
At that moment, Thales was stunned when he remembered something.
Thales raised his head suddenly and looked at him in surprise.
"You...you guys?"
The earl let go of his hand, looked resolute and nodded heavily:
"It still works."
The next moment, before Thales could react, Dele pinched the horse's belly, turned the horse's head amidst the roar, and gathered together with his "headed crow".
Go away with raised hooves.
"Rumble..."
Thales was riding alone on the horse, staring blankly at Dele's back as he left.
On the other side, Marius raised his eyebrows and waved his hand in the same way, and the royal guards and standing troops all caught up and swarmed towards the prince.
"Rumble..."
The endless sound of horse hooves merged into two streams, one leaving and the other entering.
But Thales remained stunned in place.
The young man was shocked by the news one after another. He could only lower his head, feeling confused and relying on his ears to feel everything around him.
Behind him, the dark Crow Whistle Qingqi and the Black Lion Corps left his side, turned left together, made a semicircle and returned home. Along with the rumbling footsteps like war drums, there were endless dark and deep waves.
"Think, thump, thump..."
In front of him, a bright-colored royal guard and standing army came towards him from his right front, filling the gap vacated by his side. The horses' hooves were flying, and their armor was shining, creating a dazzling cold light.
Looking from the sky, it looks like two turbulent black and white torrents of different colors, colliding head-on in a spectacular whirlpool, and splitting at the center of the circle.
The waves are surging, but the lines are clear.
Only Thales.
He was like an almost invisible dot on the ground, standing blankly in the center of two huge waves.
Facing the tearing of two huge waves.
Alone and independent.
Bewildered and lost.
negligible.
I do not know how long it has been.
A familiar and gentle voice sounded in my ears:
"Now, please come with me."
Thales raised his head in a daze.
"Honorable……"
He saw Gilbert standing in front of him, with eyes sparkling and his tone fluctuating, saying the new title: