At first, no one paid attention to the queen's orders—everyone knew that the queen was a woman who had been spoiled since childhood, and that she was still happy to retain her innocence after thirty, and that she was simply beautiful and good-natured, and that she was extremely lucky. She never gives orders, she doesn't need to, everything she wants is given with both hands...... So no one is accustomed to obeying her orders.

"Stop!!" Moira shouted again, hoarse and struggling to maintain her majesty.

Aaron glanced at her, a little surprised, and a little curious. Then he looked at Agnes again, and the Countess Maurice just shrugged noncommittally.

Two or three of the soldiers who hadn't managed to squeeze into the room stopped, presumably because they couldn't squeeze in anyway, but many didn't even hear Moira's voice at all.

At the time of life and death, many people can only hear the rush of their own blood and the heavy heartbeat.

Those who were in the room, having to fight Scott face to face, felt like they were facing the devil.

Some of them have heard of Scott's name...... It was a paladin. At least, once a paladin.

But paladins don't usually fight like this, the sword rises and falls mercilessly, calmly and ferociously like a beast biting its prey...... It was as if his opponents were all lifeless undead. There wasn't a scream, a splash of blood, or a broken limb that moved him in the slightest—and Ed, who was behind him, was already pale.

Maybe he's really from hell...... There was even a golden glow in his eyes.

As the bodies piled up, Scott retreated to the window, where there was a more direct escape.

The fragrance of trampled roses mixes with a strong smell of blood. Drifting in the night...... Floated into Moira's nose.

She pressed her chest, almost wanting to spit it out, but she still managed to continue her futile stop: "Stop...... Stop!"

She didn't know what else she could say...... She felt like she was going to break down and cry in the next moment.

"Didn't you hear the queen's command?"

A calm, powerful voice came from the other side of the crowd. Quirin Ayir shouted, "Lay down your swords and make way for the queen!"

She wasn't trying to get them out of the way—Moira thought, a little dazed. She just wanted to get them to stop.

The orders of the Lord of Visa were much more useful than those of the Queen, as some of the soldiers here tonight were originally his subordinates.

More people stopped, hesitantly retreating from the door...... They made way for Quillin.

"May I warn, my lord. Aaron spoke softly, "The people inside are very dangerous. ”

Quillin glanced at him and bowed slightly.

"Thanks for the reminder. He said. Without hesitation, he walked into the room.

Moira stayed for a moment, pulled up the overly heavy hem of her skirt, and hurried to follow.

She didn't think much of it...... She just thinks. Maybe she should meet up with Scott, she could...... You can let him go, you can apologize to him.

Ante was perhaps a hypocritical and ruthless friend, a failed king...... But he is still the person she loves. Her husband. They swore before God that they would share good and bad. That oath is sacrosanct. He made a mistake...... He committed the unpardonable sin, but if there was a possibility, she was willing to pray for him and atone for him...... She's willing—

She saw corpses all over the ground, and her eyes were dark, and she almost fell.

"The gods are above...... Scott, stop! Everyone, stop!"

Quillin yelled. His voice seemed to tremble slightly.

Moira instinctively hid her head behind Quillin's shoulder, but she figured she would never forget what she saw in that moment.

The colors seem to be only red and black. Figures dangled in the firelight. The battle didn't stop, and a platoon of soldiers bowed down with shields in front of Quilyn and her. Near the windowsill, the once smiling paladin was covered in blood, like a demon, and the sword was piercing neatly through the slit in a soldier's helmet, and then quickly pulled out, not resting on the fallen corpse for a moment.

He didn't mean to attack her and Quillin, his goal was like rushing out of the window. It seems that even though he is ruthless, he has not lost his mind...... But he didn't want to stop first.

More soldiers stopped at Quillin's orders, or more like fleeing.

"Scott!" Ed shouted, jumping up and hugging Scott's arm, which was still wielding his sword, as if trying to catch up.

Scott's body froze and slowly lowered his sword.

The room finally fell silent.

Moira turned her head and shuddered as her eyes met Scott's.

That's undoubtedly Scott...... But Scott's eyes weren't supposed to be golden. Is that...... Is it proof that he was betrayed, killed, died, and came from hell for revenge?

A little bit of temperature returned to Scott's eyes—a little gentle water.

"Moira. He whispered her name.

He remembered her, the queen thought in a panic. They had only met once, but he remembered her, and she didn't know whether to be happy or afraid...... Does he also remember little Frederick he once held?

Scott...... I...... I'm ...... I'm sorry. She stumbled, tears finally falling uncontrollably, "I hear you...... I'm sorry...... I don't know how he could have done something like that...... I'm sorry......"

She didn't know what else to give him except "sorry", and she didn't think they needed to "let him go", and Scott would be able to get out of the way, only there would be more corpses lying at his feet.

“...... That's none of your business. Scott lowered his eyes and replied in a voice that was almost gentle.

So at least he won't hurt her...... It won't hurt her children either.

Moira breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the tears from her face.

"Let them go. She said in a firm tone.

"But, Your Majesty...... They intended to murder the king. Aaron whispered behind her.

"Let them go!" Moira repeated sharply, "and that's the end of it. No one is allowed to pursue it again!"

But it doesn't end there...... Tonight is just the beginning. What was she going to do? What was going to happen to her son? He was destined to be king, but he had to be dishonored...... It's best if everyone forgets about it...... Forget that the delirious king himself confessed that he had killed his best friend.

- Maybe Scott is still dead.

Moira bit her lip desperately, suppressing the sudden malice in her heart in a panic.

Maybe she's no different from her husband? the same selfishness and cruelty. Before the crisis, only their own interests were thought of......

No, they are not the same.

"Let them go. She spat out word for word, "Get out of the way of the people outside the window!"

Her voice finally stopped trembling and echoed in the silence clear and calm.

This time, without Quilyn repeating her order, the soldiers on the windowsill and in the courtyard outside the window silently moved out of the way.

Scott looked up at her, slightly surprised. But he didn't say anything more, just nodded, and reached out to pull Ed, who was standing aside.

"Say hello to your mother on my behalf. Ed. Moira tried to smile a little at the young man. She didn't know why Ante was targeting him, but it wasn't probably a bad thing not to do anything Sage, and Vala might be happier......

Ed gave her a blank look.

"She's dead. He whispered.

As Moira's eyes widened in shock, he jumped out of the window with Scott. In the blink of an eye, the two men disappeared into the night out of thin air.

Moira stood dumbfounded for a few moments. Stiffly turned towards Quillin.

"I want to know what's going on......" she said. "Everything. ”

She probably didn't know what to do...... No, she must know what to do.

The thick smell of blood still wafted through the air, and the viscous blood soaked through the carpet and seeped all the way to her feet...... But she seems to have gotten used to it.

She had to get used to it. She had been walking on a sunny garden path, but now the path was suddenly covered with fog and thorns, and she had to go down.

Looking at the black silhouette of Christisburg in the moonlight from across the river, it looks no different than ever. Except for the slight skew of the tower's spire, it was not visible that it was covered in scars. Faltering.

Ed crouched on the bank of the river and looked at Criesburg in a daze. He had to thank Scott for not bringing him back immediately...... He had no idea how to deal with the others now.

"So you've been following me?" he asked, looking down, "you may...... You can stop me before then. ”

He knew it wasn't Scott's fault...... But he could still feel the slippery and greasy feeling of the blood-soaked carpet under his feet—he had to tell himself bitterly over and over again. Those people died because of him.

"That's right. Scott admitted, "I have countless opportunities to stop you." But if you don't face it all yourself...... You won't know what to do. You just keep resenting yourself and everybody...... And that won't solve anything. ”

Ed was silent, and after a long moment asked softly, "If I really kill him...... Won't you stop me either?"

"No, it won't. Without hesitation, Scott replied, "I only followed you because I promised Vala that I would protect you from any harm...... You're not a kid anymore, Ed, and your friends have told you that you have the right to make your own decisions - but you also have to bear the consequences. ”

Ed winced uneasily. He's certainly not a kid anymore, but he doesn't seem ready to take on everything on his own.

“...... But I'm glad you didn't kill him. Scott's tone softened, "Damn it or not...... There is no point in such revenge. ”

"But I still don't know what to do. Ed smiled wryly and rested his chin on his arms in frustration, "I've lost my faith - maybe ever, and I can't see the direction." ”

"You're not alone, Ed. Scott replied softly, "We all walk in the fog, but we can only walk...... It's no use staying where you are. ”

Naria seems to have said the same thing.

Ed stared blankly at Clifforsburg towering over the river, listening to the roar of the river rushing beneath his feet.

He can't find the answer here.

(To be continued......)