"Damn! Your curse will never be fulfilled!"

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She stretched her sword forward and angrily kicked away the strong man's feeble hand.

"As long as I am for a day, that world will never come!"

Fei Wenli muttered to herself as if she wanted to strengthen her faith, and no longer looked into the godless eyes of the strong man.

There is no glory for knights!

The beautiful vision of childhood, the innocence of going to war for the first time, and the pride of being proud of one's profession were all shattered by the words of the strong man at this moment.

Vivien Leigh finally realizes that she has been escaping reality.

She is not an ignorant girl hidden in the depths of the boudoir, in fact, she has long known the cruelty of war, but Lawrence's protection of her beloved daughter has never touched the dark side of the post-war period.

But as Lawrence said, the so-called knights are the lighthouses in the darkness, the walls in the cold winds, and the swords that have been tempered for thousands of years!

It seems to be a beautiful description, but it hides a heavy truth.

Because the lighthouse that illuminates the darkness is destined to be accompanied by darkness, the walls of the city wall standing in the cold wind must be cold, and the sword that has been tempered for thousands of years is absolutely inseparable from the test of blood and fire.

As Charlotte said, it is precisely because of this imperfect defect, because of this heavy burden, that the knight will obtain the glory of blood.

"My way of knighthood is to protect, not kill!"

Vivien Leigh took another step, full of beautiful beauty like a phoenix bathed in fire. The spiritual sublimation led to the boiling of magical energy, and she felt that the shackles that plagued her promotion were also loosened by the impact of the sharpened spiritual sword.

The boiling magic energy turned into a dazzling flame of light, as if it could pierce the cloudy sky.

As soon as the words fell, Vivien thud thud the saber into the ground. The secret technique of the sword in the stone combined with the well-maintained horse chopping knife pierced the earth like cutting tofu, and the entire blade emitted a buzzing and vibrating sound.

"Come on!" Fei Wenli's lake-like pupils seemed to be burning with fireworks, and she collided her fists in a resolute challenge, "I will win in my own way!"

The magic energy exploded, and Fei Wenli's spirit was refreshed, rushing into the crowd like a silver dragon with wings spreading......

A quarter of an hour later, the audience fell silent.

In the spacious arena, the wailing slaves lay down, and the female knight with the blonde ponytail stood in it, as majestic as a mythical Valkyrie.

She's no longer a cruel angel of the battlefield!

Vivien Leigh won her way, all but the dozen or so slaves she had killed at the beginning, all of them were unharmed.

They simply lost their combat effectiveness.

But because of the reservation, Vivien Leigh also paid the price. In addition to the initial injury on her shoulder, she was left with more than a dozen wounds of varying depths on her arms and thighs. These could have been avoided, but Vivien Leigh, who was firm in her beliefs, felt that this was the best choice.

In the flying snowflakes, Vivien Leigh looked up at the aristocratic quarter, she tore off the silver hairband with a ponytail, and shook her long golden hair slightly. In the snowflakes, the post-war girl is full of enchanting beauty.

"Am I the victor now?"

She asked in a loud voice into the stands.

No one answered her, neither the high aristocratic district, nor the wealthy merchant district, nor the commoner district, which occupied a large area.

For the spectators, the way in which the gladiatorial match was won was simply unacceptable. Kill every competitor and come out on top in the killing frenzy, that's what they've come to expect.

And not this kind of ritual combat that simply takes down the enemy.

There was a sudden commotion from the audience, and Vivien Leigh raised her eyebrows, her keen warrior instincts making her aware of the wind behind her.

She grabbed the wrist of the person behind her with the ease of a long eye behind her, and the delicate touch from the palm of her hand made her slightly stunned.

She looked back and saw that the emaciated boy who had been in the rest area at the beginning was staring at her with fearful, angry eyes, his shoddy dagger in his hand, kicking his bony leg like a captured young beast in an attempt to kick Vivien Leigh.

“…… Why?" asked Vivien Leigh, both sad and confused.

There was despair in the little boy's eyes, and he choked up and roared, "What do you know? You don't understand anything! How can Her Royal Highness the princess understand my feelings! I—I don't want to be a slave who is inferior to livestock! I—I want to be free! I want to live like a human being, not a pig or a dog!"

Vivien Leigh was silent, she lowered her head and whispered sadly, "I'm sorry......"

Vivien Leigh shook her hand and shook the little boy aside.

She didn't even want to stay in this gloomy gladiatorial arena for a moment, and Fei Wenli didn't wait for the host's verdict anymore, and walked straight to the dim passage.

"Get out of the way!"

The guards in charge of guarding the passage looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"I say, get out of the way—" Vivien Leigh scolded angrily, her pupils burning with a boiling flame.

"I announce that the winner of this preliminary round is Her Royal Highness Fivien Leigh, the Silver Dragon Princess from Erosa!"

The host's voice relieved the guards, and they all got out of the way and watched the strange princess walk into the dimly lit passageway.

As the host's voice fell, dissatisfied abuse suddenly came from the audience. It is good that the aristocratic districts influenced by the thousand-year-old nobleman Clayderman are fine, but the rest of the areas are full of abuse.

"What a joke!" angrily invulnerables erupted from the civilian quarters, "I didn't spend half a year's savings to watch a farce!"

"It's not a victory at all!"

The merchants also whispered to each other, "If it weren't for the Silver Dragon Princess, the gladiatorial arena would never recognize such a way of victory." Hmph! aristocratic boring tricks!"

The invectives were not heard by Vivien Leigh, but when she walked through the cramped entrance lounge to the square outside the oval gladiatorial arena, she heard the host's excited questioning from inside the arena.

"Everyone, I know everyone is not satisfied with the verdict of this preliminary match, but victory is victory, irrefutable!" Before the crowd's surging invective spread, the host's voice changed and continued, "But although we can't let a princess get bloody, we still have our own way to adjudicate!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, the decision is in your hands, and your judgment is crucial to these failed slaves!

Hearing this, Vivien Leigh, who originally planned to leave this sad place as soon as possible, looked shocked, she was stunned, and subconsciously let out an angry shout.

"No—"

Inspired by the magic energy, Vivien Leigh stepped on the hard stone wall and climbed onto the audience of the gladiatorial arena.

She saw the jubilant cheers from the audience, and the people gave thumbs up and thumbs down! Everyone had a happy smile on their face that was unique to being the master of their own house and deciding the life and death of others.

"No, don't-"

Vivien Leigh wanted to rush into the gladiatorial arena, but was pulled hard by Charlotte in the audience.

The next moment, one after another, the clattering sounds continued, and the heavily armed soldiers held the defeated slaves, and under the latter's fearful and desperate eyes, they swung their swords and cut off the heads of the slaves who were kneeling on the ground and trembling.

The unsullied snow melted into the river of blood and turned into an ocean of sin.

"Why, why......," Vivien Leigh's pupils twitched, "why are you pulling me, why can they decide the life and death of others so casually!

"Don't be impulsive!

Charlotte hugged Vivien Leigh's trembling body, and saw that this strong girl had tears in her eyes and lowered her head in pain.

"I'm sorry, but trust me, it's not your fault. ”

"Why...... There was a child among them, and that child said to me that I don't understand anything, that they are not pigs and dogs, and that they are just like us......" Vivien Leigh muttered as she lay on Charlotte's shoulder, tears streaming down her shirt.

Beside her, Sylvia looked at Vivien Leigh calmly and said coldly, "Don't be stupid, it's their own choice." ”

The anger rose to the sky, and Vivien Leigh could not bear it any longer, and shouted at the cold Sylvia, "What are you talking about, Your Highness, do you want to say that it is their own choice to become slaves and let others dictate their lives and deaths? Do you know what the boy said to me? He said I didn't understand anything......

"You really don't understand anything. Sylvia coldly interrupted Vivien Leigh, "From the moment he raises his dagger, he's no longer a child." ”

"When he takes up arms and tries to fight for everything with the way he fights, he is no longer just a child, but a warrior. A warrior who must take responsibility for his own choices. It wasn't you who killed them, it was their hearts that yearned for freedom. ”

Sylvia walked towards the exit of the gladiatorial arena, but there was a hint of admonition and comfort hidden in her cold words, "Remember, the weapon in your hand and the armor on your body are far heavier than you imagined. If you don't have this awareness, throw down your weapons as soon as possible and stay behind the man and be a vase princess. ”

Before entering the passage, Sylvia raised the unrepentant streamer in her hand. In her slender porcelain white hand, the holy sword bloomed with extraordinarily brilliant light.

"I'll keep it for the time being, and when you think about it, you'll find me to retrieve the holy sword. ”

The sword of protection still kills innocents, and the weight of the weapon is far heavier than expected.

Vivien Leigh, who aspires to be a brave man, is still just a cruel battlefield angel today......