“...... How dare you!"

After a moment of shock, Frederick jumped up from his chair and roared, "I am the king......! I am your king!"

"Yes, you are. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Ed is a little weak," but now ...... All I could see was a son. He admired his father and tried to find a cause of enough glory for his unexpected death, or at least to find a sinner who could be punished. He just wanted to prove what he was willing to accept, and he didn't want to know what the truth was...... Nor does he care what the 'justice' he wants will bring to the country. I have to call you king, Your Majesty...... But forgive me for not being able to honor you as king. ”

Frederick glared at him, unconsciously clutching the brass bell at hand. The right hand, trembling in anger, made the brass bell make a small crackling sound, which sounded even more restless.

Ed suspected that the little king was so desperate to smash it in his face - he was even ready to dodge. But Frederick didn't do that.

He just grimaced and shouted at Ed, "If I can't even make a son, how can I be a good king?"

“...... Erd I put his father under house arrest until death, but no one can deny that he was one of the greatest kings of Anktan. Ed replied softly.

That was the history of the neighboring country, but Frederick must have known it...... El I's father, Lessing, was so brutal that after he had his wife executed, his son finally had enough to carry out a coup d'état. Lessing lived the rest of his life without food and clothing, but was imprisoned in a tower and was not freed until his death. In the war-torn history of Anktan, the thirty years of Erd's rule, even if there were occasional turmoil, were definitely a rare prosperity.

Frederick's eyes were angry, panicked, and dazed, and his lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't say a word. He instinctively stood up straight, much taller than Ed remembered...... But it's still just the shape of a teenager.

"But my father ......," he murmured, "my father is not ......"

“...... Your father is dead, Your Majesty. Ed's voice was unconsciously soft and almost gentle, "None of this has anything to do with him anymore...... It's only about you. ”

“...... But he didn't die. Frederick glared at him in amazement.

Ed's heart thumped, and then sank.

"He's not dead...... He would show up at my bedside every night, in my dreams...... He reproached me for not avenging him, saying that I didn't look like a real king at all......" Frederick's voice grew lower.

“...... If he really wasn't dead and thought he was murdered, he should have appeared in the Pomegranate Hall in the sun and pointed out the killer...... Instead of appearing in your dreams at night. Ed suppressed his uneasiness and whispered comfort.

Frederick's eyes were lost and he kept shaking his head. He was still shaking, but Ed could tell it wasn't out of anger anymore...... It's because of fear.

“...... In the months you've been away from Stonebucci, you've been ...... See him?" Ed asked in a low voice, taking a few steps closer.

Maybe the timing wasn't right, but he had to figure it out...... He knew Ante wasn't dead—at least not at all. But he shouldn't be able to run around anymore!

Frederick nodded and shook his head, looking horrified and confused. The light ringing of the brass bell became more and more rapid...... Then it stopped suddenly.

Ed caught a momentary blankness in his eyes at that moment. In his astonishment, even though he heard the brass bell ring more crisply, and the yellowing of metal flashed through the corners of his eyes, he could not dodge the blow that Fréderick suddenly slammed into his forehead.

It was dark in front of my eyes, and then I felt a sharp pain like a crack in my skull. Ed staggered backwards, blood already flowing into his left eye.

He reached out to block, and in his dizziness he heard Frederick gritting his teeth like a curse:

"You damn it...... Scott deserves to die, too!

He could only retreat as far back as he could.

The door had been kicked open, and Filly's roar was so loud that he felt like his head had cracked in a bigger slit:

"Frederick Bofford, what the are you crazy about?!"

"I'm the king, I'm the king! you all deserve to die!" Friedwick screamed—it was a child's voice.

The brass bell rang wildly. Ed tripped over a chair and sat down, subconsciously healing himself.

It quickly occurred to him that this was Rockburg...... His spells simply don't work.

...... It doesn't seem like it can't be done.

Familiar sensations flow through the wound. Ed shook his head, feeling much more sober.

The wound wasn't fully healed, the blood was still pouring down - the treatment wasn't as effective as usual, but it wasn't completely useless.

He was a little dazed. The blurred vision cleared, and Fili had clutched Frederick's arms tightly, but could not stop him from continuing to cry and scream.

"You're my knight!" the little king hiccuped as if he were ten years younger, "let me go! kill him! you all deserve to die......"

The knights who had followed Filly in a circle looked at each other. The corners of Philly's mouth twitched, and she couldn't bear to pinch his neck.

Frederick's crying came to an abrupt end, and his head hung limply.

The guards parted to the sides, and Moira, who had hurried in, looked at the scene in front of her, her face pale.

“...... Just let him sleep for a while. ”

Fili raised his hands in embarrassment, "He's fine...... It's really fine. ”

This one...... Ed wasn't so sure.

"Sorry......"

After confirming that Frederick was indeed "fine", Moira tiredly apologized to Ed, "I didn't expect it to be like this...... He's always been a headstrong kid, but he's never hurt people like that. ”

"Uh......," said Ed, "it's not his fault. ”

Philip glared at him.

“...... It's not my fault either. Ed added, "Something is wrong. ”

Moira looked at him in silence, her expression unusually calm.

“...... But you seem to already know?" asked Ed, confused.

Moira nodded, then shook her head again.

"Not really. "I just...... Something weird. It's not just Frederick...... My sons, fathers and brothers, I know them as well as myself. But after only a few months of separation, occasionally I look at them and feel like I'm looking at a stranger...... I suspected that maybe it was me who was wrong, but if you say the same......"

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