Scene 17 Brother and Sister VI

The courtyard was eerily quiet for a while.

Except for the staff lady who softly uttered the short syllable of 'ah' and the business lady who looked around.

Princess Griffin stared at her brother as if she was staring at an object, and the expression on her face was so cold that no one dared to speak easily. Brando even quietly grasped the hilt of the sword under the coat with one hand, and watched closely the every move of the two brothers and sisters. He suspected that His Royal Highness, the eldest son of the prince, was deranged because of the heavy blow, but no matter what In one case, he can guarantee that as long as the other party dares to have a slight misconduct, he will dare to send the black blade of the sword of the earth into the other party's heart before then.

As for the identity of the eldest son of the king, does this kind of thing have meaning in Brando's eyes?

But the eldest son of Wang didn't make any move. He stood calmly at the center of the intersection of everyone's eyes, his long hair drooped naturally, his eyes were closed, and there was no trace of tension in his expression—as if he had hit a normal man before. Couldn't be more normal to say 'good afternoon' instead of 'please give me the throne'.

"Give me a reason, brother." At last, like the ethereal sound of water drops falling into the bottom of a well, the princess said in such a voice that broke the deathly silence.

However, her face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice.

"The reason is simple, Griffin," said the eldest son calmly, "because you need time to unify the southern border, and you can find many supporters in the south of Ampersel, Mr. Brando—the Earl of Tonigel My lord, you may soon be able to replace Count Jean Denelle. There are also Grand Dukes Lantoniland and Viero, who are not so power-hungry, and the Highland Knights will also stand by your side because of Mr. Brando. , with a unified southern border, at that time, the north will no longer be your resistance."

"And you," asked Princess Griffin, "are you King of the North?"

"You need someone to help you back your word. But without hurting the majesty of the royal family. Not only that. Compared with you, the nobles in the north are more likely to accept me, because the Sifah family has natural leadership over them. Except In addition, Griffin, there is still a war waiting for us in the north, and I can serve as your natural barrier. A united south and a war-torn north, whichever wins, is already for you It's clear at a glance."

Brando's heart moved slightly.

He couldn't help raising his head, as if he wanted to look at the eldest son of Aruin again. Her Highness the Princess was doing the same thing with her, she raised her head and asked seriously: "If this is a lie... it would be too clumsy, brother."

"There will always be a war between the north and the south, but it depends on when it happens. You and I know it well, Griffin. Even if the north is now sitting with an incomplete Black Blade Legion and the not-so-obedient White Lion Legion,

Want to conquer the South. In fact, it is already impossible. "

Levin answered calmly. Then he listened carefully, as if confirming that Priest Wood had gone away. "Will the Temple of Fire allow Aruin to have a civil war under such circumstances?"

"Won't."

"They want you to make such a compromise with the North. It would be best for Aruin to maintain the status quo, just like everything that happened after the Year of the Astrologer."

"but--"

"What if you have the absolute strength to sweep the North? Before they have time to protest—"

The dead silence is like the dust settled in the courtyard, making all other sounds lie motionless on the ground.

"Forgive me," Brando finally couldn't help but ask, as if he had thought about it for a long time and asked, "Your Highness, although the Queen and Grand Duke Sifah treat you as a puppet, as far as I know, you are actually Participate in this 'game' behind the scenes?"

Levin suddenly turned his head and faced the direction of the voice.

His eyebrows like a long sword retracted, and his whole person seemed to suddenly grow taller: "You are better than I imagined, Mr. Brando, I am glad that you are not used as your enemy. Can you tell me How did you come to this conclusion, guesswork, or intuition?"

neither. It's just that the predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoyed the shade. The records of His Royal Highness in the previous life are only a few words, and no one even clarified his whereabouts. But players who are naturally curious are very good at chasing rumors, and there are not a few articles about the analysis of Levin Ornesen Sifah's character and life experience.

Some are based on nothing, some are speculations, and some are rumors, but as long as these information are connected with the real His Royal Highness the eldest son of the king in front of him, it is very simple to draw a conclusion.

"Because of ambition, an ambitious person will not be willing to just become a pawn," Brando felt that he had never been so rational for a moment, as if blessed to his soul, what he had seen in the past about the prince's eldest son Qiē speculation has become the basis for his speech at this moment.

As if standing on the shoulders of a giant, he raised his head and said calmly, "Since you were able to find Priest Wood in such a desperate situation and struggled to survive, how could you really be at the mercy of others?"

"It's wonderful, but it's true." The eldest son of the Wang sighed: "I have prevented some things, within the scope of my ability. There are some actions by the queen mother that I am happy to see, but I don't necessarily agree with the method."

"Besides, anyone has self-interest in his heart, and I don't think it's a crime." He replied.

Her Royal Highness wanted to speak, but she stopped suddenly. She glanced at Brando and motioned him to continue. Brando understood such trust, and he asked, "So what is your self-interest, and which side are you on?"

"As I said, we stand together. I want to be the king of the north, and you need me to be your barrier in the north." The eldest son of the king looked calm.

But Brando carefully observed the changes in his expression, and he had an intuition that His Royal Highness did not tell all the truth. He subconsciously looked aside, just in time to see the maid next to Levin Onesen frowning slightly.

She seemed to want to say something, but the eldest son Wang stopped him with his hand.

"All this is just a bubble. You know your end very well. You just want to be the king of the north for a year or so. Is it worth your life?"

"Brother." Princess Griffin finally couldn't help but speak.

The eldest son of the king smiled and replied: "Griffin. Have you ever tried the feeling that you can't control your own destiny? I swear. One day I will control my own path, even for a minute or a second— Remember what I told you during the winter hunt?"

"...Eruin is a black forest. You said that if you were that wolf, your choice would be the same as it..." Princess Griffin remembered for a moment the trap caught in the snow, and the red wolf. Bloodstains out of sight.

In the year of the astrologer, the scenery when the bitter cold wind blew across the plateau still makes people feel a little chill on the body.

"Even if you bite off your own leg, you must be free, because the wilderness is my destination," Levin replied with his white teeth showing, "Besides, I may not necessarily fail. Although there are many difficulties in the north, there will always be There is still a glimmer of hope. Seeking a chance to survive in a desperate situation is exactly what I am best at."

"Griffin, if you can't beat me, I will beat you mercilessly. Like you, I will never allow Ampersel to split for a long time. Not even a day." The cold voice echoed in the vestibule .

Even the business lady was taken aback. She turned her head and stared at the madman with wide eyes.

The eldest son Wang really seemed crazy. But at least an elegant madman. He bowed to his sister. It's impossible to pick out the slightest fault.

Her Royal Highness thought for a while with a cold expression before calling him: "Do you think I dare not kill you?"

"yes."

"...But I will not agree to your request."

"And then?" The eldest son Wang was not surprised. asked with a smile.

Her Royal Highness watched him quietly.

...

Two carriages filed out from the manor, and many people were waiting in the courtyard to board the carriages.

"He didn't tell the truth." When Antitina got into the car, she reminded her lord in a low voice: "At least he didn't tell the whole truth."

"I know, you mean that part?" Brando, as always, helped his lady of the staff into the carriage, which made him look different from ordinary people. But Brando turned a blind eye to the strange eyes cast by those servants, but raised his head and asked.

"I don't know, but I think he's hiding something, intuition."

"intuition?"

"Intuition is also an experience, my lord." Antitina replied seriously.

Brando thought about it and felt that it made sense. He turned his head and looked at the other carriage. The emblem on the carriage was so dark that it was almost colorless, and he also had the same doubt in his heart. His Royal Highness, the eldest son, was definitely the most calm person he had ever seen since traveling. Such a person is unlikely to tell the truth completely.

But the point is, what exactly is he hiding.

He turned his head back again, and pinched the tip of Roman's nose, which was poking out, causing the latter to fall back with an 'ouch'. Then he boarded the carriage, said hello to the little prince and the cold-faced princess, and then sat down beside Roman.

Princess Griffin frowned, as if she was thinking about something.

About only Brando here understands what she thinks in her heart. But he didn't say much, just lifted the curtain and looked out the window. The scenery of Amperesel outside the window is gradually sinking into twilight.

Starting today, Levin Ornathan Sifah, her elder brother, is no longer the crown prince of the Corcova family, under the joint appointment of the princess and the temple—he will have a legal A brand new title, the new family of the Sifah family.

The new Grand Duke will be appointed to prepare the North for the war with the Lion's Mane, but in fact he is promised to be King in the North, and everyone will know it.

Although this matter has not yet been finalized, Brando can already guess what Her Royal Highness's reply will be.

This looks like a royalist compromise.

But only a few people understand the truth of it.

Some people may think that Her Royal Highness should be tougher, but some people may think that this is a more mature political method. But what really puzzled Griffin was that his brother seemed confident.

No one knows if this was a bad choice.

But in Brando's view, the result is actually not bad. What Aruin needs is not righteousness, but just time. As long as he is given a little more time, he has the ability to save the kingdom.

But now what the eldest son of Wang gave them was exactly what he dreamed of. As long as the nobles in the north are no longer ready to move. The princess will be able to free up her hands to clean up the chaos in the south.

More importantly, after three years of peace, after three years, the enemies that Aruin can face will no longer be limited to these local chickens and dogs.

The eldest son of the king has his plans, so why not Brando himself?

Valhalla is the cornerstone of all this, and he is absolutely sure of this in his heart.

He took a last look at the golden sunset outside the window, and in that direction was a shimmering beach, as if he could see through the golden clouds to see the magnificent scenery of the ring of trade winds. Then he lowered the curtain and stopped thinking about these things.

As for what the eldest son really wants, this kind of history is left to the future to judge.

At least for Brando.

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(PS: There is another update.)