Vol 6 Chapter 223

In the hall, a forty-seven-step staircase connects the terrace with the inside of the hall, and the red carpet is laid up and down. The portrait of the gloomy Edward of the seventeenth high priest of the Temple of the Dead Moon hangs on the aisle. The image is thin, holding a cane.

Brando and Freya are on the terrace and one is in the hall. They look at each other through the length of the stairs.

Freya took a deep breath, and she seemed to have a dream. This dream started from Butch, to Rittenberg, to Braggs, to the Royal Knights College, to Ampelsel, to Jean Denaire, to On the battlefield of Manowell, and here, the dream scene changes until now: "Brando, am I dreaming? I stand here, this is the capital of Madara, do you really do Arrived? As you promised us, Butch has returned to Eruin, the village has been rebuilt, and everyone has returned to their homeland. We followed the road that escaped that day and returned to the arms of Yu Songqun. That about Is Madara ’s nightmare really over? "

Brando looked down at the young girl who had tied her long brown hair into a bunch, and her long pony tail was cut short by Ampelsel after the war, leaving only shoulder-length parts, The truncated long hair entrusted grief to comrades-in-arms, and was placed on the white tomb of the holy city, along with the withered Eruin lily.

Freya's eyes are brighter, more confident, and more determined than that era, like sparkling brown gemstones, a pair of British-style eyebrows, raised high, without confusion, weakness and hesitation, without him The deepest memory of tiredness.

She was wearing a well-dressed knight suit, a dark blue jacket, white breeches, and a black pine and candlelight on her chest, and a tufted fluff drooped from her shoulder. It was a tribute to the glory of the battle of Ampelsel, a veteran of the White Lion Legion.

Eruin's Valkyrie stood upright. Although the wind and dust were servants, her sabers, belts, armor, and accessories were all new and clean. Only the boots were stained with dust, which was the ashes of the city. When she dismounted, she inevitably crossed several ashes.

After two years of war and experience, the ignorant country girl grew up looking for the footprint in history, and two irrelevant figures gradually overlapped at this moment and merged into one. .

"You're not dreaming, Freya, the war is over. Although some were beyond my expectations. But those who deserved punishment went to **** one by one. From now on, between Eruin and the undead The war has passed. "

Brando sighed and replied.

For this answer, the Eruin paid too much, and he paid too much, although this ending was somewhat unexpected compared to the **** deep hatred of the previous life. He never dreamed that he would one day sit with his identified enemy of life and death and discuss the future and future of the kingdom and the world.

But sometimes. Destiny is so bizarre.

"But how can that be a thing of the past?" Freya replied in an unacceptable moment, holding her long sword tightly: "So many people have died, have we just got a treaty, Ma? Dara should pay for it! "

The same was true of the royal party-controlled aristocratic parliamentarians questioning the princess and parliament while in Eruin. She and Her Royal Highness stood firmly on Brando's side, maintaining his honor and authority. But here, as the most common Eruin, Freya couldn't help but ask this question.

It was the hatred that had been rooted for centuries, buried in the hearts of everyone who was deeply hurt by it. At this moment, she was not the Valkyrie of Eruin, the knight of the princess, nor the commander of the White Lion Guard. It was just the young girl who escaped from Butch, the burning flame of Butch that night, her body and the sea of ​​fire The relatives in it seem to be standing behind Freya.

"So what do you want?" Brando said as if he could feel the sorrow in Freya's heart. "Freya, if it is your wish, I will meet all your requirements, even if it destroys two Nations and one world don't bother!

Delphien was standing behind Brando, and she was about to say something, but when she heard this, her face changed, and she seemed to know Brando for the first time, her eyes gazing between the two.

Andrea put her gaze on Freya with interest, and at the first sight of Freya, she realized that this was exactly the person she was looking for. The Guardian of War was lost in the world. Important blood.

Freya opened her mouth.

What does she want? war? revenge? At all costs, even if they all end up, let Madara pay the price? This is a century-old hatred that must be washed away with blood and fire?

Freya looked into Brando's eyes. She thought that Brando was alerting her, but she realized that Brando was serious in her opponent's unwavering eyes.

As long as she proposes, he will definitely wage war for her, and from then on, Madara and Eruin will never die.

why?

Freya trembled deeply. She suddenly remembered a lot of things. The three of them marched side by side in the darkness, defeated the golden magic tree together, and killed a way out of despair.

"Do you remember my agreement with Romain in Prague, Freya?"

"I ... I remember."

Suddenly a pain in Brando's heart, one of Riedenburg's three men fighting side by side was now away from them. "So do you understand, Freya," he shook his head and sighed: "I once promised you and Romain that I will fulfill your wishes, no matter how dangerous the road ahead, no matter how much time has passed, this The promises are still valid. "

Freya's heart was so hot that she saw Brando's look bleak, and her nose couldn't help but sour. She had already learned everything from Rusita from Antitina and Shire: "No more that , We will definitely rescue Roman, right? "

"Of course." Brando nodded, and he was equally convinced.

"That's enough, Brando, I have nothing else to ask. I just don't want to ... I don't want to, after all, we have suffered so many disasters, haven't we? To shirk responsibility ... "Freya whispered," I understand that Eruin has gained a lot from this victory, but relative to what we have suffered, for that Bromantic black rose. Do the undead really remember the lesson? "

She looked up and said loudly, "I just ... just don't want us to be tolerant, it can be a reason to condone them to continue doing evil!"

"Then what do you want, little girl?"

A voice suddenly spoke in the darkness.

Everyone in the hall was frightened and looked up.

Freya didn't realize who she was talking to, she just subconsciously answered, "If I can, I really want to see Her Majesty."

"You will see her," said the voice.

"Who is talking secretly there?" Freya finally responded, and she frowned and asked in the direction of darkness.

"I don't have any sneakers, here on the land. There is no need to hide my sneaks." The voice replied proudly, walking out of the darkness while saying: "Because of my name, I Power on this land, I am its supreme owner. "

In a black evening gown, Queen Madara was walking out of the shadows with two black knights. Looked proudly at everyone present.

"Who are you?" Freya had guessed the identity of the other person from her tone, but still couldn't help asking.

"As you see. I'm exactly the person you want to see." Queen Madara replied very coldly: "Now I'm in front of you, Eruin's envoy, little girl, what do you want to ask ? "

Freya pulled out her sabre, pointed her sword at Queen Madara, and the two black knights were astonished. Subconsciously, she tried to rush up, but Queen Madara reached out to stop the two, and she was still pointed at her white neck by the lionheart holy sword exuding the faint cold light.

She looked up and looked at Brando on the terrace, but Brando didn't turn a blind eye to the scene. He rested his hand on the hilt of the holy sword Odysseus, and placed his cold gaze on the black knight behind her. Queen Madara believed that as long as the two black knights from the Nosad family behind them dared to draw their swords, they would be wiped out in the next moment.

Queen Madara seemed to ignore the sharp edge of her sword and stare at Freya: "What do you want, little girl?"

Freya didn't say a word, but suddenly took back the Lionheart Holy Sword and closed it.

Queen Madara seemed to understand something, she snorted, "So it seems, you mean I am the culprit of all this?"

"Your Majesty!" The two black knights cried in unison.

But Queen Madara only waved to them. She raised her head and said to Freya: "Yes, I am the initiator of the Black Rose War. Butch's blood and blood are deeply hated. It should be counted on me, and I will not regret it."

Freya looked coldly at the Supreme One.

Queen Madara stared at her with no fear: "I always welcome you to put a sword in my chest. Of course, if you can do it, as well as you, Mr. Earl, too!" It seemed as if she was still on her throne, and her voice was full of contempt for death.

Queen Madara was standing in the hall, but she looked down at all the people present, even Brando standing on the high terrace: "However, I need you for this war Stand with me, Madara, Eruin, and the four temples. I need you to help me lobby the descendants of the four sages. "

"I will kill you." Freya's eyes looked resentful: "You will pay for everything you do."

"But Eruin and Madara will also stand together," Brando said softly, as if articulating an established fact, his voice echoing in the hall like a ghostly slang: "We will do our best Go lobbying the four temples to deal with this war that belongs to the whole of Warnd. "

Freya turned and nodded silently.

The queen laughed slightly. She also turned her back to everyone, waved her hands, and said nothing, but took the two black knights out of the hall.

In the darkness, there were only empty footsteps.

... (to be continued ...)