Act 42 2 Letters VII

The breeze blew through the treetops, and the leaves rustled like an afternoon tune.

"It all starts from the time of your grandfather," Her Royal Highness the Princess's soft voice seemed to be echoing the song, "That was almost sixty years ago, when Anson XI was still on the throne, and the kingdom still had Sword Saint Darus, Lord of Mythril Castle Tulaman, it was the Year of Thunder, Eruin had just promulgated the militia training decree, and the Lidenberg-Vanmeer defense line had just begun to be built. It was the first time since the Sifah Dynasty. This ancient kingdom had its most glorious period, and during that era, your grandfather was the most dazzling name among them."

Brando was silent. He looked in the direction of the fields. The clouds were floating over the Stag Forest. The faint undulating mountain shadows in the south were Yu Song's mountains.

Sword Master Darus is indeed a legend of that era, the strongest sword master in the history of the Kingdom of Eruin, and the only kingdom general who has served as the marshal of the Flame Temple Alliance.

However, the light of this star did not last forever. Shortly after the end of the Holy War, he inexplicably disappeared from history. Some said that he was dead, some said that he was just missing. There were even rumors that when the kingdom once again faced catastrophe, In times of danger, the Master Sword Master will return to this land to save Eruin from danger. But Brando understands that this is just a good wish after all. In another period of history, these legends were buried under the dust with the destruction of the kingdom. Perhaps thousands of years later, no one will remember them.

If he had not had the current experience, he would not have understood that Darus had never left the kingdom. He was born in this land and died in this land. Until the last moment of his life, he was still anonymous on the edge of the kingdom. City.

No one would have thought that in this inconspicuous mill on the Butch River outside of Prague, the former heroes of the kingdom lived and were buried.

"Princess Griffin," Brando said. These things had nothing to do with his current situation, but he vaguely felt that they were somehow related. "You want to tell me, the last thing on my grandfather's body is... What exactly happened, what prompted him to leave the center of royal power and live in seclusion here. I know that this must be related to Captain Bunid and their Highland Knights, and maybe it is also related to the Eruin royal family. This is why you are here now. reason, right?”

"You always have an unusual sensitivity to the development of things, Mr. Knight, you seem to be able to see the past and the future. I have always admired you in the past, and I still do today," Griffin whispered, but she He shook his head again: "But, I have never deceived you. I really don't know what happened to your grandfather. I only know that the royal power declined after that, and the kingdom became weaker day by day. Eruin's glory As if gone forever, after my father died, my brother and I trekked through a wilderness of darkness and despair until you appeared in front of us, Mr. Knight."

Brando seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat,

He didn't understand why Her Royal Highness the Princess suddenly told him this. He looked at Princess Griffith. At this time, a breeze began to blow in the afternoon. The late summer wind crossed the fields and gently blew the silver hair of the half-elf girl. The hem of the skirt also swayed in the wind. Griffith pressed the guard of the long sword with her slender hands and stood tall in the wind. There was no expression on her face, as if she just mentioned these things casually, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking.

But Brando pursed his lips. He understood that Princess Griffin invited him here with a letter and even avoided the eyes of the royal party and her grandfather. She must be telling him something. He was not in a hurry, so Also calm down and wait.

Sure enough, after a while, Griffin continued: "But you can rest assured, I can at least assure you that in the turmoil that year, the party at fault was not your grandfather, or even anyone in your family. A person, your grandfather took responsibility for some reasons and chose to live in seclusion with your family until now. Although I don’t know much about what happened at that time, there are secrets in the royal family that have been passed down from generation to generation. I My father once told me one thing, that is, the Corcova family will always owe a favor to the Cadilloso family."

She glanced at Brando with her silver eyes: "Of course, maybe there are two now..."

Brando was almost stunned.

But this did not prevent his thoughts from spinning rapidly. The information revealed by Her Highness the Princess was quickly assembled in his mind, and a rough outline was gradually pieced together. In other words, for everything that happened in the Alkash Mountains that day, his grandfather, Sword Master Darus, was not at fault at all. It could even be said that he took responsibility for someone or every force. A thread gradually became clear in his mind. No wonder the Temple of Flame did not continue to investigate after his grandfather retired. It seems that the Temple of Flame probably understood the inside story at that time, and everything after that may be It was just a statement made by the Temple of Flame.

But he is still a little confused about who his grandfather took the responsibility for. From the princess's words, it seems that he took the responsibility for the Eruin royal family, but this is somewhat illogical, because the Eruin royal family did not have any responsibility at that time. No one participated in that holy war, and it was impossible to have anything to do with the battle in the Alkhash Mountains. But if it is someone else, it seems that the Corcova royal family has no need to owe the Cadilloso family a favor. Who or what kind of force could allow his grandfather and the Corcova royal family to make such a big sacrifice for them? .

Brando knew very well that if his grandfather had not left the center of the royal power at the height of the sun, Eruin's royal power would not have declined so quickly; of course, this ancient kingdom may one day fail, but it will never It does not begin with the year of flowers and summer leaves.

Is it for the Temple of Fire?

He then shook his head, and the attitude of the Flame Temple would not be what it was later.

"Her Royal Highness, did you really not know anything about everything that happened at that time?"

"Mr. Knight, this was already history when I was born. The few words I know are just what my father and my history teacher told me. I am as curious as you about the history of that era."

"No," Griffith gently shook his head: "I am actually more unwilling than you. I don't understand why the late King Anson made such a choice. If not for this, the kingdom would not be as weak as it is today. Slaughter.”

Brando's heart softened slightly when he saw the light flashing in Her Royal Highness's eyes. This was not his question, nor was it his wish.

May the black pine evergreen, may Eruin last forever; may the faith shine as before, may the sword remain as sharp as ever——

The ancient songs of the kingdom are the hope in the hearts of everyone who is attached to this homeland.

But he stopped and suddenly remembered what the real purpose of Her Royal Highness the Princess was. Was it just to tell him this that she invited him here and left him to meet alone? She said that the Corcova family would always owe the Cadilloso family a favor, but she didn’t have to tell him this. If she still missed the relationship between the Corcova family and the Cadilloso family, then the royal family The relationship with Tony Geer would never be like what it is today. However, Brando actually knew in his heart that Her Royal Highness the Princess had never believed in herself wholeheartedly.

She always carefully maintained the relationship between him, her and her brother, even though she always knew in her heart that she was the grandson of Sword Master Darus.

"Mr. Knight, I still remember how you described the future of this kingdom to me in your letter. The ideal Eruin, a belief that shined differently from today's, was once the hope I most yearned for," Just like the changing wind in the afternoon, Princess Griffin suddenly changed the subject. She said softly: "Now that Count Jean Denel has been defeated and Anlek has died long ago, there is no longer any obstacle in the south. Your former enemy, now can you tell me the story of the future you described?"

Brando was slightly startled.

He looked at this soft and frail half-elf girl. She stood there with a sword in both hands. She was as straight and sharp as a sword. She showed her cards to him, as if asking him, have you eaten for lunch? So Simple questions are the same.

Brando was silent for a moment.

"What do you think, Your Highness the Princess?" he asked.

Griffith didn't say anything, and she felt a little uneasy in her heart. She once thought that there were many trustworthy people around her, and she struggled towards that like-minded belief until she completely changed the face of this ancient kingdom. But she soon discovered that these were just her wishful thinking. This kingdom might have many different futures, but the one she wanted was just one of them.

She looked at Brando, her silver eyes almost devoid of emotion, she just wanted to see through this man.

"A while ago, my brother Wang wrote me a letter. He planned to betroth his sister to you." Princess Griffin said quietly.

Brando seemed to have been hit hard.

At that moment, he understood what the princess was thinking.

Tonigel is now full-fledged. In the battles with Madara and Gendenel, the army from Valhalla showed terrifying strength. Anlek and Gendenel have been destroyed. There seems to be no army in the south that can stop him, the rising Earl. The Lantonilians are his best allies, the Viero army is old and vulnerable, and the highland knights of Karasu are even more vulnerable. Only standing on his side, Princess Griffin looked around and suddenly realized that there was no longer a reliable force around her that could contain Brando.

She tossed and turned every night, as if she suddenly found another Enlek beside her.

Although Brando once promised her to give her an ideal Eruin, what should she trust in him? Maybe that Mr. Knight once really had such thoughts, but people will change, just like Mr. Lee Woods, just like Macaro. When a person is in a high position, his thoughts will gradually deviate from the original intention. She was born into the royal family and experienced the betrayal of the royal party, so she knew everything about it.

She has only one way now, which is to tie Brando to her chariot.

She lowered her head, with a faint blush on her neck: "In order to repay the favor owed by the Corcova family, the late King Anson once wanted to marry Princess Gloria to your father, but at that time Scott The gentleman has already been engaged to be your mother. After Anson the Great, his brother Obergu VI succeeded to the throne, and this matter has been put on hold, but there has always been a dispute between the Corcova family and the Cadilloso family. The marriage contract, until the time of my father Auberge VII - every descendant of the Highland knights had a noble lady from Kadirego to marry on the fingertips, but do you know why you didn't, Brando."

Griffith called Brando's name for the first time, and she whispered: "Because your fiancée is me, Captain Bunid already knew this."

Brando took a deep breath.

He felt that his mind was in confusion, but he knew very well in his heart that it was impossible to say that he had no admiration for this princess. But what he likes is the strong, independent, and never-giving-up Princess, not Princess Griffin who easily promised to marry him just to repay a favor or to tie him to a chariot. What did she take him for, and what did she take Roman for?

He stared closely at Her Royal Highness the Princess's silver eyes, as if he wanted to discern some clues from them.

But he was ultimately disappointed.

"I'm not Anlek, Your Highness."

Griffith's face turned red, as if she had been greatly insulted. She clenched her fists angrily and raised her head to look at him: "Mr. Knight, I have never thought of it that way."

"But that's what you did. You knew there was an engagement between you and me, but why did you just say it today? Because you understand that this engagement has no value until today. Before that, it was just a pity. It's just a dispensable verbal agreement, right?" Brando's heart felt cold, and he felt as if his faith had collapsed. He replied angrily: "You have disappointed me so much, Your Highness, you should understand, Everything I did for you before was not for such a superficial purpose."

He took a deep breath and replied incoherently: "Okay, I admit, I have admired you before, but I have admired the princess who has the same ideals and beliefs as me, not a compromise. woman. Do you still remember the ideal kingdom described in the letter I wrote to you? Your Highness, everything you are doing now is bringing shame to it."

Princess Griffin's face was pale. She almost swayed slightly and looked at Brando in disbelief.

"But you said it so righteously," tears instantly burst out of the eyes of the semi-elf girl. She clenched her fists and almost cried, "But what did you do to me in Ampelsel that day? Do you still remember? , Lord Knight!”

Brando felt a sharp sword passing through his heart.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no word came out.

He finally understood why Princess Griffin trusted him before Ampelsel, but after that she carefully built a strong wall. He always thought it was because she was wary of her growing wings and endangering her. Eruin's future kingship. But at this moment, he finally understood how deeply his irrational behavior had planted a deep shadow in the heart of this girl who was only seventeen years old.

Brando just wanted to slap himself hard. What had he done? He stood there, his face as red as a soldering iron.

"sorry……"

"your Highness."

"sorry."

For a moment, it seemed that he could only find this sentence to express his feelings.

Princess Griffin bit her lower lip and looked at him, with tears still on her face. She was so angry that she almost trembled, but she eventually calmed down. Her Royal Highness the Princess wiped away her tears and turned her head away, as if she was saying something irrelevant: "...Then, can I still trust you, Mr. Knight?"

Brando also calmed down.

The two of them stood in the yard, with the breeze still blowing through the clouds, and only the faint chirping of insects in the countryside. In Brando's eyes, several elk were jumping through the forest in the direction of the Stag Forest.

There seemed to be a moment of silence.

He finally nodded.

"You said before that everything you did for Eruin was not for such a superficial purpose. You are still moving towards that ideal, right, Mr. Knight?" Princess Griffin also looked in the direction of the forest, her face Some were flushed, and the voice was pitifully small.

Brando nodded.

Princess Griffith opened her mouth, as if the affirmative answer made her feel a little suffocated: "I'm sorry, I wronged you, Mr. Knight."

Brando replied very embarrassedly: "I am the one who should say I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness."

Griffith turned around, just in time to see the legendary Earl showing such an embarrassed expression, and couldn't help bursting out laughing; the smile on her face at this moment was like that day, warm and bright in the afternoon In the bright sunshine, she sat by the arched window, listening to Overwell and her smile when he told her the story of the young knight. Because in that story, that flag was so shining, as if it had returned to the ancient kingdom.

"Mr. Brando, do you remember the story I told you about your grandfather just now?"

"Um?"

"Do you really want to know the truth?"

Brando was slightly startled, and he looked at the princess in confusion. But Griffith shook his head: "Don't look at me like that, Mr. Knight, I didn't lie to you. But I know that there are still several relevant stories about what happened in the Battle of Alkhash Mountain at that time. people alive."

"Who?" Brando's heart moved, as if he had caught a glimmer of light in the darkness.

"The Silver Queen, the Wind Elf King, and His Majesty the Pope of Faenzan."

…(To be continued.)

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