Sercio's head hung lower.

Borena's too blunt words in exchange for Behring's angry gaze, but this time Borena did not ignore or explain again, but looked at Belin frankly: "If you have been protecting him like a chick, he will never grow up." ”

Behring was stunned for a moment, and instinctively replied, "What's the matter with you?"

Borena replied solemnly: "He is my brother, and he will be the king of Anktann in the future, of course it is my business." ”

Sercio looked up at him in amazement.

Even if a dragon suddenly fell from the sky, it wouldn't surprise him any more.

"That sounds like I'm probably just making excuses for myself......" Borena scratched her head and turned to Sercio, "It wasn't my intention, but the way things are, barely putting you on the throne will only make things worse." You don't have the ability to govern the country yet, and you don't have people around you who can be trusted...... Behring may be invincible on the battlefield, but he won't be able to help you in Castle Black. ”

Even if he liked Belin no matter how much he liked it, Sercio couldn't refute this sentence, so he could only nod honestly.

"But you......'re still young," Borena raised his hand hesitated for a moment, and finally gently rested it on Celsio's head, "You still have a lot to learn." I said you would be a great king, and what I said was never taken back. ”

It was like some kind of promise—Sercio couldn't tell if it was true or not, but he choked up and couldn't speak.

"I really...... Is that your brother?" he mustered up the courage to ask. Compared to being able to become a king or not. He cares more about this.

Borena didn't seem to anticipate this question, and was stunned for a moment before lowering his head and whispering something in his ear.

Sercio's face quickly turned red. But still nodded awkwardly.

"Look, it's a unique inheritance of the Dejuri family. Borena straightened up and smiled wryly, "Didn't anyone tell you? Even my sister...... If you don't, you're not necessarily Joaquin Dejury's son, but if you do, it's undoubtedly my brother. ”

The burden on his heart was instantly lightened, and Sercio's face finally had a smile.

"Don't worry about your sisters. They weren't of any use to Ethan right now, so they wouldn't be in any danger. "When Borena mentioned the man who was secretly planning all this. The expression on his face was always very complicated, "I promise they will be well taken care of, or send them to Limestone Fort a few days later......"

"Don't!" Sergio and Behring objected almost in unison.

“...... My mother...... I don't really like Princess Macaderin......" Behring explained with a twinkle in his eyes.

Borena suddenly remembered some rumors and nodded knowingly.

"I'll give you a ride. But I can't go back with you. Isis said calmly.

This was Allen's expected answer, but the next words were unexpected.

"I know you're worried about me......" Isis looked at Naria, who was silent but obviously not very happy, "Don't worry, I won't be chasing Scott anymore." Inglis helped me a lot, and I promised to write to him what I had inherited...... That's why I'm going to stay in Enshi Valley. I swear I'm not going to mess around, and if I do, that old man definitely has a way to deal with me. ”

Is's tone was a little awkward, but it was the truth.

This also seems to be the best way to go. Not many people can enter the Enshi Valley, even if they do. Alan believes that no matter what kind of adventurer team or mercenary team it is, it will not be able to cope with the alliance of the legendary * master Ingris Neff and an ice dragon - no one with a little brain will kill himself.

The only question is whether Iss will really "stop running after Scott".

Alan twisted his beard. The most important thing now is to send Ed home first. As long as he can keep Iss in the Enshi Valley for a while, and when Ed's safety is assured, he can come back and keep an eye on Is......

It's not easy to be a father—Alan sighed to himself.

"Can't that awesome* master send us all back to Ed's castle with a single swish?" asked Naria.

She didn't immediately object to "leaving Isse alone", which Alan thought was a good sign.

"Oh, as far as I know, 'awesome* divisions' don't usually work like that. Tess said solemnly. "This must be a mysterious curse. ”

Norway looked at her helplessly and said, "What we can do ourselves." It's best not to rely too much on magic, nothing doesn't come at a cost. ”

"Meaning, it's better not to just owe that old man a favor, he's not so easy to deal with. Isis agrees.

Naria sighed slightly.

"Okay. She said, "Which way are we going?"

Isis breathed a sigh of relief, his biggest concern was that Naria disagreed.

Ed scratched his ears, as if he had just come to his senses, and suggested a little nonchalantly, "Can we take a boat?"

He's been wandering a lot lately, even when he's sober, and he's nowhere near as energetic as he used to be, which makes everyone agree to get him home as soon as possible.

Before Alan could speak, Anselm Boomer, the knight who had helped them get out of the Colosseum, rushed in and shouted, "Lord Cavo!"

“...... What's going on?" Alan was a little nervous, and although Anselm was impatient, he was rarely so rude, and he slammed into the door without even knocking.

Anselm seems to have good news.

"Behring is back!" said the knight had an uncontrollable smile on his face, he was Behring's enlightenment teacher, and he watched him grow up since he was a child.

But his smile quickly turned to anxiety: "But he got into an argument with the countess! The little prince looked scared enough...... You've got to persuade them!"

Alan was sure that Behring wouldn't quarrel with his mother—he wouldn't quarrel with anyone at all. But what about Céline...... Her resentment and insecurity had indeed been building up for too long.

Sercio met Selene Greon several times in Black Castle. He had always felt that Behring's mother, the countess, was always graceful and uneasy, though somewhat aloof, not much different from the noble ladies he knew—and now he had to admit that he had been utterly wrong.

Borena and his mysterious knight only sent them to a place where they could see the limestone fort and left. As he walked near the ancient castle, Sercio was both uneasy and a little excited—this was the castle of the legendary "Grean the Longhammer...... Joaquin and Kazia used to be guests here, but at that time Sercio was sick and couldn't come with him, and he always felt a little regretful.

Behring would have told him about the castle and the story of what happened in it...... But Behring is really not good at storytelling, and no matter how good the story is, he can tell it to make people sleepy.

Behring also almost never mentions his mother. Sergio vaguely knew that Celine Grion didn't want his son to be his chief guard, but he never dared to ask why.

He thought that the "mother-son feud" was at most like he and Kazia...... He stood there silently and listened as Kazia roared and threw things, saying, "I'm sorry, Mother. Or, "Yes, Mother." ”......

Selene Greon didn't roar or drop anything, but it felt even more terrible than that.

She just sat there upright, not even too loudly, and spoke irrefutably about family and duty, oath and honor, and about Behring's original choice and his current situation...... It all sounded completely right, very reasonable, and almost not a word was scolding, but it forced Behrin to say nothing after sentence, and his face turned grim as he clenched the hilt of his sword, making Sercio's heart tremble.

Maybe it's a mistake to come here. He shouldn't have brought his own calamity to Grean's house......

"Behring!"

A familiar voice interjected, stopping the increasingly heated argument between mother and son.

Alan, the adventurer who "had a leg eaten by the devil" limped over on crutches and looked at Behring reproachfully: "Since you brought a guest back, it's not a hospitable thing to throw him aside. ”

Behrin hung his head and said nothing, but Selene looked at Sercio with a slight annoyance and smiled reluctantly.

Sercio smiled back awkwardly.

In fact, as soon as he entered, the Countess greeted him politely and instructed the maid to take him to rest, and it was Sercio herself who insisted on staying, wanting to thank her more solemnly, but the Countess's attention was soon turned entirely to her son, probably forgetting that he was still here.

In the brief silence, several strange rumbling noises erupted in his stomach.

There was a moment of blankness in his mind, and the flush quickly spread from his cheeks to his ears, and Celsio's face instantly burned as if it were about to burn under everyone's gaze.

He forgot that he hadn't eaten breakfast, hadn't eaten lunch, and didn't seem to have eaten yesterday's dinner...... But it's too embarrassing!!

The dark-haired girl spun out from behind her father, seemed to hold back a smile, and came over and took his hand.

"Come on, I'll get you something to eat. ”

Her tone and movements were rather casual, and she did not at all regard him as a noble prince - or a prince in distress.

Sercio hung his head and walked with her, not daring to look at anyone again. Halfway through, another red-haired girl he hadn't seen jumped out and reached out as if to pinch his face.

"Is this the little prince? it's cute!" she cried out merrily.

Celsio thought she was cute, too—but his approaching hand overwhelmed him and froze there.

A tall blonde man easily reached out from behind her and hugged her aside, helplessly saying, "Tess, don't bully children." ”

-- His ears are pointed.

Sercio's eyes widened, and he stared at the pair of pointed ears rather rudely, and he didn't come back to his senses until he sat down in the warm kitchen.

Is that an elf?...... Legendary Elf ......

――It's definitely not a mistake to come here!.

(To be continued)