July 5, 3467 A.D., 10 a.m.

"That's the rough picture, Lord Aubrey and Bishop Inigo, and I hope that the two of you will work together to get rid of those crazy rats. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

In the parlor of the Champs-Mansion, Aven is having a secret conversation with the bigwigs of Lucerne.

The participants were all important figures in Lucerne, the de facto ruler of Lucerne, the patriarch of the family of the Count of Corry, and the bishop of the Just Church, Inigo Coffey, who respectively controlled the largest secular and ecclesiastical power in Lucerne.

"I understand, His Royal Highness the Grand Duke of Aven, this is my obligation as a vassal!"

Aubrey quickly stood up and bowed to Evan in a humble gesture of submission to the future ruler.

"Don't worry, Your Highness the Grand Duke. Fighting evil and chasing down evil is the core doctrine of my just church. I assure you that all the Knights of Punishment and the Battle Priests will be thrown into this contest between good and evil!"

"Then please two of you!Ah, it's not too early, why don't you have lunch together in the manor?"

Of course, the tried and tested two understood that it was just a pretext for the Grand Duke, and although for most nobles, it was a rare honor to have lunch with His Highness Aven, but it was dispensable to reach their status.

Moreover, leaving Evan to eat lunch when he had just given an important assignment is a stupid thing that only a political idiot would do.

After understanding Ai Wen's vague meaning of sending off, the two of them rejected Ai Wen's invitation one after another, and said that they would definitely carry out the order issued by Ai Wen as soon as possible.

"Phew, that's probably it, but I always feel like ...... It should have nothing to do with the Annihilation Society. ”

"Your Highness, when you are worried, you might as well drink a cup of tea first. With the help of two adults, the matter will be resolved soon. ”

Abraham, the butler, changed to a cup of tea at the right time, and his empathetic way of acting always made Evan feel the most relaxed.

"Thank you, Abraham. Anyway, this shouldn't be the overly cool Wizard of Oz that Vivien Leigh likes to drink, right?"

Evan made a rare joke, which also showed how much trust he had in Abraham.

"Of course not, that kind of refreshing tea that makes people stick out their tongues must only be able to drink it by Her Royal Highness the Princess. ”

Thinking of Vivien Leigh's cute appearance that was always cooled by the Wizard of Oz's little tongue, Evan couldn't help but show a doting smile.

But soon, his expression became serious, and he opened the curtains of the parlor and watched Aubrey and Inigo sit in the delicate carriage not far away, and a sense of mission came from the bottom of his heart.

"With Charlotte's help this time, I won't let the tragedy happen again!"

At the same time, Inigo, who was in the carriage, rubbed his brow in distress.

He felt that things were really terrible, and that involving organizations like the Society of Annihilation and the Forest of Illusions was a great pressure for this middle-aged man who was nearly 60 years old.

"So, teacher. What bothers you so much?"

Inside the carriage, a young man solemnly holding a thick ancient book containing the teachings of the God of Justice pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and asked Inigo a question.

He had long, platinum-blond hair, which he meticulously combed back and then tied in a small braid at the back of his head. His sleek forehead, elaborate gold-rimmed glasses, and serious countenance all reveal his character, and in Inigo's view, he is a priest who is akin to an ascetic.

Although Inigo did not approve of his way of life, this did not prevent him from liking this disciple and nephew.

His nephew's name was Neam Lawrence, and it was evident from his platinum-blond hair and lifestyle that he was a pure Empire man, unlike the Northerners and Southerners who had joined the Imperial Alliance.

In fact, the Lawrence family was a minor noble family within the direct domain of the San Lorenzo Empire. Inigo's youngest sister married into that family, and once upon a time, when Inigo was still rising, the Lawrence family gave Inigo all the help he could.

For this, Inigo has always been grateful. More than once after he became bishop of the Just Church district, he thought about giving back to the Lawrence family.

However, the good times did not last long, and when Inigo finally gained a foothold, there was bad news that the Lawrence family had lost a political battle, and only his nephew had escaped.

Inigo thought about overturning the case for the Lawrence family, but the internal struggle within the Imperial Territory was too chaotic, and even the efforts of two generations of emperors could only delay the decline of the Clegghorn family.

Finally realizing that there was nothing he could do about it, Inigo took Neham as a disciple and decided to raise him as his own son.

Now, seeing the question from his most trusted relative, Inigo shook his head in distress and replied.

"You don't know, Neham. The group of madmen from the Annihilation Society actually appeared in Lucerne, and this is what the Grand Duke of Aven called me over to talk about. Oh my God, I can't imagine that I'll have to deal with those crazy people in my old age!"

Inigo became bishop because of his great exploits in a war against the Annihilation Society, which led to a decisive career breakthrough in his later years as a priest.

But the ambitions of the past have evaporated with the comfort of life in recent years, and if he could, Inigo really didn't want to go through that nightmare experience again.

"I don't understand, isn't that a good thing, if you can win this battle, then you will have a more brilliant future!"

Inigo thinks that Neam is good at everything, but he is too old-fashioned to know who he looks like. Obviously an uncle and nephew, he insisted on calling himself a teacher.

However, it is also because of his rigorous style of doing things that Inigo admires this nephew so much, and even regards him as his successor.

Neham's words made Inigo sigh again, in the heart of his nephew, maybe he was still the all-powerful hero. But Inigo himself knew that this was the end of his life.

In recent years, instead of raising the rank of priest, there are signs of decline, and in such a situation, even if he only keeps the position of Bishop of Lucerne, he has done his best.

But...... It occurred to him a little bit of a sudden thought.

Neam is different from himself, he has talent and ability, and if he can achieve something in this battle, his future will be limitless!

At this thought, Inigo felt that his former ambition had returned to his body, and he cheered up and said to Neham.

"You're right, even if it is to pave the way for your future, I will win this war. Hear, Pastor Neham, I have appointed you as my deputy for this demon extermination, please help me win this victory!"

Neam looked at the middle-aged man in his 40s in front of him in amazement, and he noticed that his uncle's yellowish curls had turned a little gray.

That's natural, although he looks like he is only about 40 years old, but Inigo's real age is almost 60. It's just that the brilliance of Dagmar, the god of justice, has slowed down his aging.

However, it is this man whose ambition has been exhausted that he thinks about the future for himself in the last days of his life. Such sincere feelings made Neam moved and frightened.

He lowered his head slightly, trying to keep himself in response, not knowing that his hands holding the doctrine had already revealed their muscles.

"Yes, my uncle, I will win for you!"

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"Sister Cynthia, Sister Cecilia, I knew you were coming, hehehe! Could this be the legendary Griffon, the strongest air overlord in the continent?

In front of Lucerne's Flying Station, three giant creatures with sharp gimmicks and claws, covered in pale yellow wings, with a lion-like body and pale yellow vertical pupils, descended from the sky.

It was a rare creature in Erossa, and legend has it that only the Imperial Royalty had the ability and power to breed them, and it was the Griffon, a terrifying mount that the Empire's proudest Royal Griffin Knights could possess.

Now that the legendary Dragon Knights of the Clayderman family have been lost for more than 3,000 years, the Royal Griffin Knights are the most elite aerial legion of Valcam. It was thanks to their allegiance that the crumbling Clegghorn royal family was able to barely maintain their dominance.

However, the girl with long silver-blue hair and a graceful figure in an aqua blue dress looked at Princess Erosa in front of her with complicated eyes.

She knew that the so-called strongest air power on the continent would become a piece of the past in the near future, buried forever in the dustbin of history.

Why did Fevien Leigh, known as the Morning Star of Erossa, have the title of Silver Dragon Princess? Some may think that it is just the exaggerated glory of the do-gooders, but Cynthia knows that this is not the case.

She looked at the exaggerated long sword that was firmly pinned to Fei Wenli's waist with a complicated look, the hilt of the sword was a dragon's head roaring, and the sword was stretched out in the shape of dragon wings, and an unstoppable worry couldn't help but hit her heart.

She knew what it was, and the sword in the golden scabbard was the holy sword, 'Knight Glory', or 'Streamer Without Regrets'.

But no matter what it's called, it doesn't change a fact.

The Sacred Sword is reawakened by the Silver Dragon Princess Vivien Leigh, and the Clayderman family regains their former glory, and they are recognized by their dragon companions.

The proof is that Cynthia had seen Vivien Leigh ride a silver dragon and soar across the battlefields of the far north to bring devastating blows to the barbarians of the steppe.

At this time, this once delicate little girl has grown up. As she had done when she was a child, she looked at Cynthia and Cecilia in a red hunting suit with an excited expression.

Then, like a little hamster guarding food, he looked at the slender young man in a decent gold-ornamented aristocratic waistcoat with wary eyes.

It seems that she has subconsciously regarded him as a rival of Evan or Charlotte.

The handsome aristocratic young man with long silver-blue hair stepped forward, and he gracefully knelt down on one knee to hold up Vivien Leigh's hand, and gently touched the back of her graceful hand with his lips in Fei Vien Leigh's overwhelmed expression.

Then, a warm but confident voice echoed in the princess's ears.

"In Lower Elbert Clegghorn, the Crown Prince of the San Lorenzo Empire, and the Closed Disciple of His Majesty Igger, Lord of the City of Esoteriacs. Here, I would like to offer my most sincere wishes to the beautiful and noble Princess Vivien Leigh!"

Vivien Leigh retracted her hand in some panic, she looked at the handsome and gentle aristocratic man in front of her, and felt as if she saw Aven's silhouette in him.

At this moment, she thought that it seemed that a tiresome dinner party in the evening was about to be avoided.