TOCharlotte：

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The world has changed, and it's no longer the carefree time we used to have. In the past, the winter snowfields in the north were boundless, and the summer breeze was warm, and we sat in the warm courtyard, listening to the noisy cicadas in the treetops, and playing lively games, and felt that it was the most wonderful scene.

Sitting on the black walls of Fort Sava and looking into the distance, it was a happy time for the children to laugh barefoot in the muddy fields.

However, now everything is different.

Not only did we grow up separately, but the North was no longer as warm as it was when we were children.

The eyes of the once kind lords shone with fanatical brilliance, the endless snowfields were covered with the footprints of horses' hooves, and the children in the rice fields were no longer running, they were wielding knives and guns......

I sometimes can't help but wonder, since when did everything become different?

Perhaps, as my father said, the way the world is, or perhaps, as Evan said, that we are gradually becoming apathetic.

The clouds of war hung over the imperial firmament, black and overwhelming.

Fifteen months ago, His Majesty Elbert had taken over the Crown of Clegghorn of the Empire, and Walter, the third prince, had been beheaded on the Broken Dragon Terrace.

How sad it was to be fratricidal, and it was a tsunami of oppression for me.

Fifteen months ago, the Lighthouse raised the flag of rebellion in the south-central part of the Empire, and the flames of war spread throughout the Empire. Zenas's predecessors galloped into battle as beacon generals, spilling their blood, and the nobles who tried to resist lost their lives in disgrace on the gallows. Note 1

The bright red of blood and fire became the main color of the empire, and I couldn't help but wonder if Zenas, whose hands were stained with blood, were still holding on to his wild and brilliant ideals.

A year ago, the Lighthouse used His Majesty Elbert's murder of his uncle and brother as an excuse to elect a puppet emperor with Clegghorn's blood to attack the Imperial Territory.

As my father asserted that day, His Majesty Elbert, who had failed to wear the crown at the solemn ceremony, swallowed the bitter fruit. The nobles fought against each other, or pretended to be, or watched the fire from the other side, and His Majesty was left alone and had to face the menacing lighthouse with his ruined territory.

The Empire is at war, and the Helm Empire in the south is eerily silent. It is said that Prince Bruno has not recovered from his serious injuries, while the old emperor is dying. I should have been glad for that, but my mother and Cynthia thought that the dragon hovering south was just waiting for an opportunity.

This can keep me scared and keep me awake at night.

In recent days, I've been sweating on the training ground to get rid of the clouds, but obviously it didn't work well.

I pondered for a long time, and I did not know what justice was.

My father believes that benevolence and external tyrant are justice, my mother believes that protecting the family is justice, and Ai Wen believes that protecting important things is justice. Everyone's justice seems to be different, and they all have their own merits, but they all seem to be wrong and missing......

So, what is justice for Charlotte?

What, then, is my righteousness?

In the anxiety of thinking and worrying, what I feared finally happened.

To be honest, when that moment actually came, I was inexplicably relieved. Like a prisoner waiting to be sentenced, even if the final criminal law is cruel and terrible, it is better than the anxiety of waiting for the sentence to be announced.

Erosa is finally ready to join in this feast of blood and fire!

Three days ago, my father issued a war summoning order to the major lords, and the troops marched to the Cavill Grand Canyon in two ways under the pretext of King Qin. It was clear that our old friend, the Count of Cecil, would not welcome us.

You must think that one of the armies was commanded by me, after all, the little princess who once had innocent dreams has now grown into a qualified leader.

But let me stick my tongue out at you and make a grimace!

I'm sorry to disappoint you, I'm not in the sequence of this expedition. Because of my father's confrontation at a war meeting, I have been sent to the Great Wall of the North to guard against the northern barbarians.

Wow, what a ruthless father, who actually let his own such a lovely daughter go to the Great Wall to blow the biting north wind!

Sorry to worry you. The ruthlessness was a joke, of course, but the truth is that my father was worried that I would do something stupid in the civil war, so he used it as an excuse to protect me.

Still, I feel sad. Because as a substitute, the elder brother, who was always gentle and smiling, had to lead another detachment to attack from the sea.

Although Brother Evan has been comforting me that it is his responsibility as the heir, I think that the gentle and kind brother must not want to participate in this feast of blood and fire.

Sorry, sorry!

I found that I always have endless topics to talk about you, but when did I become so dependent on you?

Obviously it's just a big fool who takes care of himself, is irresponsible, and gets hot on a whim!

So, tell me about you! Big stupid Charlotte!

You haven't seen each other for two years, have you found the Eye of Alvira?

Despite the news from Icewind Castle, I know you're fine. But I can't help but ask, are you used to living in the dark underworld?

Ah, seems to have asked another stupid question!

If it were you, you would be having a great time!

I saw a different world and made new friends...... And maybe the drow elves who have been described as insidious, cruel, and proud!

Tell you, don't bring a drow home with you big carrot, and if your father wants to draw his sword and kill someone, don't blame me for watching the fire from the other side!

The quill pen paused here on the parchment, and for a long time, the quill pressed down the paper, and the girl in the robe gritted her teeth and wrote the words in the early morning twilight......

I'm sure you're not looking for a drow.

But when will you ever return? Have you completed your desired spell, or have you been addicted to the wonders of the Underworld?

Come back as soon as possible!

I have a lot on my mind to share with you!

I miss you so much!

You know what? I ...... I love you very much!

It's not a sister's love for her brother, but a girl's love for the boy she longs for!

But I'm glad and sorry for you, for you'll probably never receive this letter......

FromVivienleigh

In the faint morning light, the princess in a brocade robe dyed her cheeks red, and she was so beautiful that she couldn't be rich.

She carefully reviewed the parchment from beginning to end to make sure that there were no mistakes, and then carefully dried the ink marks on the parchment and rolled it into a ball and stuffed it into a letter with the Clayderman coat of arms.

She gently stroked the pure white carrier pigeon combing its feathers in front of the window, and there was an indescribable loneliness in her blue eyes.

Vivien Leigh actually knew that no matter how well-trained a carrier pigeon was, it would be impossible to transmit her thoughts to the dark underground. What's more, she didn't know where Charlotte was at the moment.

Therefore, this kind of longing is probably just a girl's lonely confession, and she will never want to pass it on to her sweetheart.

She sighed softly, and with that sense of trepidation and anticipation, she bolted the letter to the pigeon's paws. Then she pushed open the window and gently held the carrier pigeon and carried it out of the window.

"Although I know it's impossible, I still hope you can convey this thought to it!" Fei Wenli gently lifted the carrier pigeon forward with both hands, "I'm sorry, Mr. carrier pigeon, please forgive me for my willfulness and fly freely in the sky!"

The carrier pigeon seemed to understand the girl's feelings, and it circled in the air several times, and then spread its wings and soared away.

It will be an unimaginably long journey, and perhaps it will never reach the end of the journey, and it will only be forever searched in the sky with the unspeakable thoughts of the maiden, until the end of the day, perhaps someone will pick up its corpse and see the secret feelings from the silver dragon princess......

In the training ground of Fort Savoa, Aven looked up at the carrier pigeons flying away and was silent for a long time. After a long time, the black pupils turned to the open window with sadness.

It was his sister's room, the maiden he loved......

And she was thinking about another person......

Note 1: Hanging is a death penalty for civilians.