Act 3: Aruin's Future

As soon as the little female dragon left, Brando was finally free. He hurriedly made a water balloon and threw it on his face. The freezing temperature finally calmed down the accelerating blood, so he put on a coat and rushed out.

As soon as she went out, she saw Antitina in the courtyard. Antitina was sitting on a stone chair reading a geography book, but her mind was obviously not on the book.

"The princess seems very angry." The staff lady greeted Brando who came out, put down the scroll, and asked worriedly. "Nothing," Brando sighed, "Where's Aloz?"

"Your lord, you mean the eldest lady of the Dragon Clan? I didn't see her, and she left?"

"No, forget it." Brando turned around and was about to chase him out. "Wait," the staff lady stood up and grabbed him, and when she saw her lord turned around with a puzzled expression, she carefully reminded: "Get dressed, lord."

According to Brando's habit, he didn't pay much attention to dressing appearance, so he ran out with a coat casually. Antitina blushed when she saw his disheveled clothes, and reached out to straighten his collar.

Brando didn't pay much attention to Tonigel. If it weren't for the demeanor he showed, it would really make people doubt his aristocratic status. But civilians are not so knowledgeable. In fact, Flo helped him take care of his daily life on weekdays—the carefree merchant lady herself was confused, not to mention the responsibility of being the fiancee of the lord—it was because of this that the elder sister of the two wild elf sisters was hired. Bing dubbed it 'the lord's maid's lady'.

But if Flo is the head maid, then Antitina's role is more similar to that of a housekeeper. I saw her help Brando straighten out the corners of his clothes. Gently dusting off the dust on the black flannel, he said slightly annoyed: "It will be great when the lord can notice his majesty."

Brando never thought that majesty was innate, and he didn't care. It was not the first time that Antitina helped him tidy up his clothes. To be honest, he couldn't see any difference between the tidying up and the previous one. He only felt that it was unnecessary. But he did not refuse. Just ask:

"Antitina, how long have I been in a coma?"

"We've been staying in Amperesel for half a month, my lord." The staff lady helped him fasten the buttons on his chest. After looking around, he nodded in satisfaction.

"So long!" Brando was startled, he thought he had only been in a coma for two or three days. "After I fell into a coma that day. What happened next? What about Grand Duke Sifah and his minions?"

"The Grand Duke is dead."

"Huh!?" This news was completely caught off guard, and Brando never dreamed that one of the most important figures in Aruin's history would die.

He froze for a moment before asking: "Antitina, what happened after I was in a coma that day. Tell me about the battle later."

...

The endless demons seemed to surge from the darkness. It's like being caught in a nightmare with no boundaries and no way to wake up. The torrential rain poured down, and lightning passed through the rain line, outlining shining silver chains between the sky and the earth.

Princess Griffin's face was pale——

"Mr. Stephen...ahem...His Royal Highness will leave it to you."

"Mr. Laird, I promise you, in the name of the knight."

"No, Sir Laird! I order you not to do this. I will stay here!" she screamed in that nightmare. But the stern old knight grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her out. She flew up lightly, over the top of the demon's head, and the final vision of the fading away was fixed on the lion of the kingdom looking proudly to the north in the rain.

The snow-covered plateau tundra. This is where the honor of the White Lion lies.

It is the battlefield where countless white lions sleep forever, and the heroic souls of generations are sleeping there. Maybe every knight will return to his hometown in the end, but only the white lion will guard this land forever.

This is a legend handed down by the old people. They swore an oath under the sword and kept it.

The lion's armor in the kingdom was covered with scars, but the rain quickly washed away the blood. Princess Griffin was already in tears. Templar Stephen grabbed her hand and led her to fight her way through the demonic hordes.

"Why don't I die there, where my people are!" she remembers shouting, as if losing her mind.

But Stephen looked back at her. "I am not from Eruin, Your Royal Highness. But if everyone is buried on this battlefield, then your kingdom will repeat this mistake one day."

"Please cherish your life, you are not living for yourself."

yes.

Princess Griffin walked out of the temple quickly, thumped a few steps, and then slowed down again. He stopped suddenly, stood on the marble steps made of snow, and sighed faintly. That's right, why did I lose my temper? I even lost my usual calmness and self-restraint.

"Your Highness, please pay attention to your steps." The female officer who caught up behind reminded her breathlessly. "Timis, let's wait here for the count to come out." Princess Griffin sighed and replied back.

"What's wrong?"

The princess did not answer. The Temple Square was covered with snow-white reflections of light, slightly dazzling. She squinted her beautiful eyes, which were like silver lines. The female officer soon discovered that her highness the princess seemed to be in a daze.

For this princess, this is a rare thing.

Griffin was indeed in a daze. Her gaze crossed the distant sky, as if under the same blue sky, she returned to the battlefield that day. Knife and sword, iron and blood are intertwined in a heavy long poem.

Perhaps it was a relief to die on the battlefield at that time. However, those who survived have to bear a heavier burden, and even have to inherit the grief from the dead.

But the living have no right to choose. She pursed her lips - too many people have died.

The previous leader of the White Lions, the Lion of the Kingdom, and Raeld the Sword of the Highlanders died. In the midst of a war sparked by a civil war.

Grand Duke Sifah is also dead, the man she once gritted her teeth and hated. He was the operator of the first Titan. Died at the hands of the business lady, no bones left. When she heard the news, she thought she would be happy, but she lost even the feeling of excitement.

The Marquis of Balta, the Marquis of Youxi, the Earl of Vitokin, the great sword of the Anleks, Howdjar, and the chief wizard of the kingdom, Lewoods, no matter what power they belonged to before they died, they were all Eruins.

There are even many cadets from the Royal Knights Academy whose names are too late to leave behind—no one knows what kind of story may be hidden behind an unnamed corpse on the battlefield, and no one knows what happened to his close relatives and friends behind it. grief.

Only when she hugged Freya, who was crying bitterly over Beth's body, did she feel the cold sting.

Enough is enough.

It is time for this civil war to end.

But the nobles in the north are still ready to move, and have lost the appeasement of the Sifah family. Even the future situation will become more chaotic and turbulent. Grand Duke Anleke's whereabouts are unknown, but he will not be captured without a fight. Let Earl Denell's attitude be ambiguous, and the other two grand dukes may be able to get a share of the current situation after waiting for the turmoil.

On the surface, after the war, Aruin seemed to usher in a new life. But in fact it has reached the edge of the cliff. Princess Griffin suddenly found helplessly that perhaps the previous situation was better.

At least the kingdom is not in danger of falling apart.

She didn't even know how she had come here in the past half a month, and the army of silver elves was stationed in Amperesel. The Dragon Clan's illustrious and intimidating reputation convinced all forces to rein in their hands and feet. Don't dare to move. The arrival of Turaman made the situation of Amperesel more clear, but she understood that all these seemingly irrelevant nouns were connected because of that person.

The one with the title of 'miracle'.

She suddenly discovered that the fate of the entire Eruin was in the hands of one person. But this person is neither her nor her brother.

...

"You mean, Grand Duke Sifah was punched to death by Roman? Huh, self-satisfied." Brando felt a burst of joy in his heart. Half of the responsibility for Aruin's downfall in the future should be attributed to this guy. If he is for his own power, then it is understandable. But I didn't expect this guy to be a cultist.

When Brando thought that the tragic fate of Her Majesty the Princess and the Valkyrie in the future was only due to a crazy plan of a cult organization, he became very angry.

But he quickly fell silent. What really worried him was Antitina's physical condition. In the previous conversation, he asked in detail about the "resurrection" of the staff lady on the battlefield, but including Antitina herself, she couldn't explain what was going on.

He began to suspect that it was the result of the demon item obtained on the battlefield, but Antitina quickly ruled out this possibility after taking it out. Although it was not clear what it was for a while, Brando could tell at a glance that it seemed to be sealed. It is impossible to have any effect at all.

And Antitina herself also proved that she has no self-healing ability. First of all, her blood is the red color of a normal person, which proves that she has no blood of gold or silver. Secondly, her wound healing time is no different from normal people.

But this situation made Brando feel uneasy. He does know that some special abilities can produce the effect of resurrection, but those are not reassuring abilities. Some even come at the expense of longevity.

However, Brando did not disclose this information to his lady of staff. It could be considered a white lie, he made up his mind to investigate it himself.

"Self-satisfied?" Antitina raised her head when she heard what Brando said.

"It means self-inflicted." Brando explained. The staff lady gave him a hard look: "My lord, don't keep inventing some strange words. You will be laughed at. You know so much, but you always like to use some slang."

"Only commoners would say that."

"I didn't invent this." Brando couldn't help but smile bitterly. It has been more than a year since I traveled to this world like a dream, but some verbal words are difficult to change. Especially idioms with historical background, except for a small part that overlaps with Jiufeng's setting, most of them will be regarded as slang of country bumpkins.

But this is also impossible. People can quickly adapt to the environment in a short period of time, but they cannot change deep-rooted habits. He lived in this world for one year, spent seventeen years in the game, and lived in another world for a full thirty years.

However, Grand Duke Sifah died, and a historically famous family just fell into disintegration. Without the restraint of this powerful force in the north, the nobles have become ambitious. No wonder Her Royal Highness came to him in such a hurry.

He didn't expect such a famous figure in history to die like this. And the Marquis Yoshi, the Earl Vittorkin, and even the Marquis Balta and Master Lewoods were all dead. Lewoods died under the surprise attack of another demon king, but he saved the flagship of the Royal First Fleet, the Victory. boat people.

Enlok, one of the three masters of Eruin, also died, and Brando sighed in his heart when he thought of the young man who was smiling like Caglis. He was determined to protect theirs, the future of the kingdom.

"That fellow Begnin actually sent the little prince back," Brando gritted his teeth and replied, "Could it be that he thought he could be forgiven by doing so?"

"No, in fact, Prince Haruze was not sent back by him." Antitina helped him unbutton the sleeves, and finally took a step back, with a sigh of relief: "Okay, my lord."

"Thank you, Antitina." Brando asked, "What's going on?"

"It seems that a Medusa sent it back. I don't know exactly what happened. Maybe you can ask Her Royal Highness." Seeing that Brando still wanted to speak, the staff lady quickly interrupted him: " Alright, don't make Her Royal Highness wait too long, my lord—you are now the count of the kingdom."

"What? Earl? Then where is my fief?" Brando was slightly taken aback, this was completely beyond his expectations. Originally, he didn't care about it, but he suddenly asked when he heard it.

"Earl Tonigel, my lord."

"Isn't there still no change?" Brando said.

Then he was given a sharp stare.

...

Brando had just walked out of the temple—the rebuilding of Anderfule's Great Temple was actually only half completed. When he passed through many corridors, he saw collapsed walls and scaffolding. Of course, Brando would never admit it—then he saw Her Royal Highness waiting outside.

"your Highness."

Princess Griffin turned her head and nodded in satisfaction when she saw his attire. "How is the Earl?"

"Fortunately... Your Royal Highness..." Brando was interrupted by Princess Griffin before he finished speaking: "Mr. Brando, the nobles in the north plan to support my younger brother on the throne. The Saint of Flame The palace also intends to promote peace talks between us and the north, what do you think of this matter?"

Brando was taken aback, isn't this a good thing. But he immediately reacted: "Do they have conditions?"

"No, they have no conditions, they just want us to promise that the kingdom can maintain the status quo." Princess Griffin replied quietly. Brando fell silent, and the kingdom maintains the status quo? Which status quo? This status quo of immortality?

This is an unacceptable thing for him and the princess.

The northern nobles still wanted to maintain the status quo of semi-independence since Anin VII, and Brando only felt that these guys were really daydreaming.

He put away his joking mentality before, and asked coldly: "What if we don't agree? Could it be that they are going to rebel? Will the Temple of Fire support these people behind their backs?"

Her Royal Highness shook her head: "I'm afraid not, but even that is unacceptable. The north is facing the threat of war... Laird... The old army commander handed over the White Lion Army to you. You should know ?”

"What!" Brando almost jumped up: "He handed over the White Lions to me? Will the others agree?"

He suddenly stopped. The Marquis of Balta died, and Laird also died on the battlefield. If this is really the legacy of the lion, maybe the White Lion Army will really fall into his hands.

This is good news.

But it's not entirely... Woohoo, first of all, thank you Prince for your recommendation. But... that tomorrow I happen to have something to go out, woo woo woo, Ruixiang is free, and the house is safe. If you can't come back.