(First of all, insert a formation, thanks to the drunken monthly pass!)

"It's His Highness Brent!"

"No! it should be the Archduke of Brent now!"

"Long live the Grand Duke! Long live the Grand Duke!"

Standing on the humble wooden docks, looking across the Tria River, Nell heard cheers coming from behind him.

He looked back at the same time as Vivien and Lolita, who were standing nearby, to see the blonde man in armor talking intimately with each of the tired soldiers.

The years have not left too many traces on this man who is nearly thirty years old, but unlike the images that Vivian and Lolita saw nearly five years ago, he now has less cynical evil smile and more calm and friendly charm.

He was Brent Leslie, the man who was once known as Playboy and is now Grand Duke of Lossent.

Brent noticed the three men on the docks, and his face flashed with excitement, but he quickly turned that excitement into a friendly smile. He patted every retreating soldier on the shoulder and spoke to every knight who bowed. The journey of just over 100 meters took him nearly half an hour.

Nell didn't rush, he looked sideways across the Tria, and from time to time at his brother, the corners of his lips slightly upturned, already a little fluffy. The few men in the Leslie family who regarded him as a blood relative made him feel extremely relieved and proud.

- Maybe that's what home feels like. But unfortunately, his father Herbert is no longer ......

"Nell!"

Brent's voice was full of emotion, and Nell turned around, and just before he could show a shy smile, he was pulled into Brent's arms fiercely.

It was only a sixteen-year-old boy after all, and Nell was just right against Brent's jaw. His elder brother, now the patriarch of House Leslie and the new king of Lotsente, was now like a child, his eyes rubbing the top of his greasy, messy hair.

"Really, that's great!Nell!" Brent's voice choked up, "you don't know how worried I am about you! They threaten me with your life to surrender, but I can't do that......! I'm sorry, Nell, please forgive me......"

Nell's almost bronzed skin was a little red, he struggled a few times in discomfort, and raised his head with the same ruddy eyes, "You don't need to apologize to anyone for the right behavior, even if it's me, my brother...... But I don't think what I've done has discredited you!"

"Call me brother! Brent patted Nell on the head, "What you did didn't discredit Leslie, I said a long time ago, you're more like Leslie than anyone else!"

"......"

"Hey, man, don't make me a real loner, okay?"

Brent winked at Nell, and that gesture made Nell feel the return of the cynical old brother. So he red-eyed, twisted his nose and nodded.

"Hey, two beautiful young mages!" said Brent, with that trademark, unobnoying smirk on his face, "Would you like a long-lost hug?"

Both girls knew what kind of virtue this man was already on the water, Vivien subconsciously took a step back, and Lolita crossed her hands without hesitation and struck a 'stop' pose.

"Please stop, Grand Duke!" Lolita showed no mercy, "You are also a member of our uncle's generation, please restrain your hentai desires with the chivalry of caring for the next generation!"

Brent's smile stiffened, "That's too much! Am I such a person in the hearts of my two nieces?"

"I'm sorry!" Lolita sneered, "My teacher said, protect chastity and stay away from the Grand Duke!"

"Huh, is that Charlotte guy so excessive?" Burnt scratched his nose, "So, where is that over-the-top cousin now?"

Nell solemnly pointed to the other side of the Tria River, "Cousin, in order to allow us to retreat safely, he and Knight Hoyle and others took the initiative to stay behind to snipe the Temple of Tyranny. ”

Brent restrained the smile on his face, solemnly ordered the auxiliaries a few meters behind him to arrange the soldiers properly, and then stood on the shabby dock in the sinking sunset, regardless of his identity.

As the auxiliaries dispersed, Vivien tugged at Lolita's sleeve, who looked at the silver-armored knight standing shoulder-hugged, with a thoughtful expression.

"The man seems to be ......"

"Edie!" replied Vivien, firmly, "we met in Lucerne." ”

Edie glanced at Vivien and Lolita, and nodded slightly at the two women, as if she had no intention of making contact any closer. Vivien and Lolita returned the salute, separated by four or five meters, silently waiting for the man's return.

It wasn't until night fell that they saw a few small boats slowly approaching from a distance. Except for a few figures on one of the ships, and a few horses on the other, most of the ships were empty, except for the boatmen.

Nell's mood sank, and he realized that there was not one sniper unit left alive. The expressions of the people standing on the dock waiting were nervous and serious, and it was not until the ship approached that the serious faces of several people who looked like stone sculptures were slightly relieved.

Charlotte was talking to a young man with withered yellow hair, who nodded from time to time, and his tired face had a look of excitement that could not be concealed. Judging by his attire, the man must have been just an ordinary cavalryman.

At this time, Charlotte looked up at the dock, and swept it slightly, with a look of surprise on her face. He probably saw Edie standing with his chest crossed, and his expression turned to excitement after his surprise, and then he waved his hand at the others.

The boat docked, and the mage had no time to step off the pedal when he was hugged by Brent fiercely.

"Brother, I don't know what expressions or words to use to express my excitement, but I just want to tell you that you have never let me down, never! You are still the surprising nobleman of Savoieburg, or the Charlotte Clayderman!"

Charlotte's body stiffened, and he hugged each other in silence, his voice low and sad, "I'm sorry, my cousin, I'm late." Uncle Herbert, Aunt Nivea, Big Brother Hibbert, and Sister Ivy...... Those revenge, let's take revenge together!"

"That's none of your business, brother! I'm glad you came, I'm grateful that you saved Nell's life at risk, I know you can ignore it, so you can get more!" Brent patted Charlotte on the shoulder, "That's why I said, you're still the same Charlotte! My good brother! I can't put into words how grateful I am to you, but I want you to know that when you say that we will take revenge on those enemies, it makes me feel that I am not alone in resisting the burden that is about to crush me!"

"Of course, I swear you won't be alone! you have Nell, so many subjects and allies who trust you!" Charlotte glanced at Edie not far away, "Of course, you still have me!"

Brent held out his hand to him, his fingers clenched into a fist, "Remember what we said before we were trick-or-treating together?"

Charlotte slammed her fist into Brent's fist, "Brother in battle!"

"Go into battle, brother!"

They looked at Nell at the same time.

"...... to the battle"

Nell hesitated and threw his fist, and then the two fists slammed into one after the other. The look in his eyes changed from hesitation and inferiority at the beginning to firmness and persistence.

"Brother—"