Kazia stood in front of the window, chewing on her nails anxiously. A faint glow shone on her slightly pale skin—it was still white, but it was losing its luster.

She was well aware that she was no longer young, but she could barely remember how time had slipped away and left nothing......

No, at least, it left her with her treasures.

When she realized her knee-jerk move, she angrily lowered her hand, pulled the curtain that had only been opened by one slit, and turned to walk to the dresser.

As she tugged hard at her long skirt, which was getting tighter and tighter, a lazy voice came from the bed behind her:

"Are you leaving?" miss your husband?"

"Miss my child!" replied Kezia angrily, "Sercio...... That kid didn't know how to please his damn father......!

"Ah, Borena. The man on the bed nodded knowingly: "I heard he's back." ”

"Is there anyone who hasn't heard?" asked Kazia sarcastically, "Joaquin brought him straight to everyone, on Trini's Day. He didn't even ask me!, but that bastard would never sit on the throne anyway......"

She stopped combing her hair and asked with some trepidation, "That can never be, can it?"

"Well...... "if it had been before, it wouldn't have been." His mother...... Does anyone know what his mother's name is?"

"Deborah!" said Kazia impatiently. "Deborah Langley. ”

The lowly, dead woman...... She didn't even know what she looked like, but she couldn't forget her name. She was like a huge shadow, a shame that she couldn't shake off. Forever over her head.

"In short, he has no money, no power, no fame, and no one is stupid enough to support him. But now...... "The man sighed, "Kazia, your husband really shouldn't have angered the old man of my family. ”

"That's none to do with me. Kazia said angrily, "Who knows how those god-worshippers annoyed Joaquin." He can't listen to anyone!"

"My old man is a devout believer—though I can't tell. There was a mockery in the man's tone, "Joaquin is a blasphemer to him now. Someday he will be punished...... And he has always liked Borena very much, treating him much better than his own son. ”

"You're jealous. Kazia sneered and threw him a word.

"This topic is not new. The man replied coldly, "If Borena really wants to take the place that rightfully belongs to your son, Fish Croeffler will probably be the first to stand on his side." And the Grean family......"

"Belin, Greon is Sercio's chief of guard!

Even if he didn't have a good impression of the Grean family, especially the haughty Selene Grayn. Kezia must admit that Belin is genuinely protecting Sergio.

"Perhaps. "But he hasn't married your niece or daughter yet, has he?" you thought you could control the Grean family by tying that young man to your side, but you forgot that their eldest son wasn't dead, and that Célene Grean hated you for trapping her youngest son in Blackcastle, and that the power of the Grean family was still in her hands. ”

"But I'm from the Longfu family!" Kezia's voice was sharp but weak, "My brother ......"

"IMHO. The man sneered, "Your brother is a trash, not even half your father's." If your father is still alive. Of course things would have been different, but he's dead, Kazia. If half of his former vassals can help you against the Crofleurs and Grians in half of his face, you should thank the gods. ”

Kazia threw down the comb and held her trembling hand, feeling a chill run through it. She had never thought so much, she was the noble and beautiful daughter of the Longfu family, the rose that her father held in the palm of his hand...... But her father, who doted on her so much, ignored her objections and stuffed her to a man who was more than twenty years older than her. The man who can't even laugh and tells her it's for her happiness.

And then he died. Leaving her alone in her "happiness", she became more and more desperate every day.

Her children are her only hope. They resemble her, each one more like her than Joaquin...... She won't let them get hurt in any way, and she won't let anything that belongs to them be taken away.

"I'm not going to let that happen. She said to herself, firmly, almost through gritted teeth, "I'm not going to let this happen!"

"It's useless to just talk about it. The man rolled over in bed, his voice muffled, as if he was about to fall asleep again, "But who knows, you've always been the darling of the gods, and maybe they'll help you." ”

...... of the gods The gods took away her father and the luster from her skin.

"Why disturb the peace of the gods with such things. She said coldly, "...... And you're going to help me, aren't you?"

There was almost a begging in her voice.

The room was dark, and she could barely see the man's face in the mirror, but she held on and didn't look back.

The man was silent for a moment, and finally responded gently: "You know that I never want you to be sad. ”.

When Borena returned from Black Castle, he saw Ethan Crofeller standing on the porch in a daze.

Ethan was rarely in a daze, even less than when he laughed, which made Borena ask curiously: "Is there any news?"

"You should ask, 'Is there any bad news?', because there's never anything good about you. Ethan glared at him, seemingly back to normal.

"So, is there any bad news?" asked Borena in a good-spirited way.

"I'm sure they're all on the way. Ethan replied dryly, turned around and walked away.

Borena felt a little inexplicable, and began to reflect on whether he had done anything to make Ethan unhappy in the past few days, but he obviously obediently ran to Black Castle every day, although the purpose was different from Ethan's plan......

There's no way he's even going to know that, right?

Borena paced back to his room nervously, closed the door, and when he turned around, he saw the man standing in front of the fireplace, subconsciously stepping back, his head inevitably hitting the door.

"Can you stop doing this?" he rubbed his head and smiled wryly, "I've been a little timid ever since I almost died. ”

"You want me to swagger in through the door and say hello to your friend?" the man asked impatiently.

“...... No, no, that's fine. Borena said.

"What's the news?" the man immediately cut to the chase.

"I don't think it was my father's idea, but I haven't found anyone suspicious yet, so you'll have to give me a little more time. ”

Borena dragged a chair and sat down, and began to explain patiently before the man angrily drew his sword around his neck. He knew that the person in front of him could not be passed by casually.

The day he first appeared in the room like this, Borena really thought he was the young ice dragon - humans weren't supposed to have those golden eyes.

And yet he wasn't. He was even more dangerous than the dragon.

The "Is" that Borena blurted out might well have saved his life. The man was visibly taken aback - or rather startled when he heard the name.

"How do you know Is?" he asked, leaning forward, his eyes turning back to light blue as he watched.

This familiar scene forced Borena to struggle to recall the legend of the dragon.

“...... Are you his brother?" he asked hesitantly. But isn't that dragon's brother a paladin?...... It seems that the legend will be a bit of a problem.

"Answer me!" the man roared and drew his sword.

Instinctively, Borena pulled out the sword that hung beside the bed. He's a ...... anyway Once a knight. He was indeed taken aback, but if he had to solve it with a sword, he wouldn't necessarily lose.

The man glared at him coldly, and the golden light flashed again, but the long sword in Borenna's hand was inexplicably burned by the fire and quickly turned red, so hot that he had to throw it to the ground,

- If you draw your sword, you should not use spells again, this is not fair, and it is against the way of knighthood.

Borena wanted to say this, but just obediently raised his hands: "I'm your brother's friend, really, I saved him." ”

He carefully told the man how he had picked up the ...... from the streets of Balach Rescuing the young man who had been beaten and bruised and swollen and bloody, he kindly brought him back to the hotel, where he was fortunate enough to meet his father and sister, and did not mention the unpleasant meeting at the mouth of the Kuz River.

He recognized anger and guilt on the man's face, followed by a cold question: "How do you know I'm his brother?"

“...... Your eyes are exactly the same. Borena replied cautiously, "I'm just guessing ......"

"What's the same?" the man's eyes showed a hint of mockery, and the sword went straight to his neck, "Like, it's all golden?"

Only then did Borena realize that the man in front of him was not easy to fool.

He had to tell the story of his hidden other half, and this time the man finally withdrew his sword in silence.

They looked at each other for a while, and the man spoke again: "Let's make a deal, you help me check one thing, I won't kill you." ”

"I've heard that paladins don't kill innocent people. Borena tentatively.

"I'm not a paladin. The man's sneer was tinged with pain, "There is more than one innocent person who died at your father's hands!"

His eyes began to change color again—a very clear warning.

Borena raised his hands again in resignation: "What do you want to check?"

The task he had to accept was not entirely unrelated to him - many of his men were imprisoned and even dead on the grounds that he had only heard the name of a god he had heard once or twice, and that he did not care about it......

It was especially refreshing for him to say yes, but it seemed more complicated than he thought.

(To be continued)