Until now, no one knows what the Kingdom of Luther was like in the beginning - but the things of the beginning are still passed down to the present without even the slightest hint of it, and even the most traditional things have a breathless weight even in times of turmoil. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Like, old paintings, relics of great kings, unspeakable rituals.

"I will be part of the kingdom of Luther."

Dryden, the royal palace, in the timeline where the canonization ceremony had not been performed for more than a decade, received a historic voice—a voice that also came from the first woman in the country to be the protagonist of the canonization ceremony—her slender figure wrapped in a darker tone, and her voice was calm, and at the moment she spoke, she succeeded in making this important ceremony successfully express the clear majesty that it deserved.

The people looked up to her, and the new monarch stood before her, looking down on her.

"In this way I swear to be good to the good which the king has promoted, that I will deal with the weak; I swear to fight against the wrong and stand for justice; I swear to fight for the unarmed and to help anyone who asks me for help; I swear to be sincere with my friends. The girl's voice was not loud, but the magic spread to the ears of everyone below, and people held their breath, affected by the atmosphere.

Even the two servants outside the door exchanged a look, and there was a hint of surprise in their eyes—they could hardly imagine that this atmosphere was created by the young girl.

Solemnity and sacredness, this atmosphere became palpable, and the girl kept this spirit - it also flowed from the voice, and people seemed to be immersed in the beautiful song, but at the same time they unconsciously restrained themselves so that they did not appear too profane this beauty.

This affection will fill them with respect for the kingdom - even if it is just the atmosphere created by an oath.

Voices flow through people's ears, and those who understand that there will be some "accident" hidden in them have different expressions.

"I swear that I will die for what I love."

The last sentence fell, and Fitney exhaled slowly, and she looked up at the king, who seemed to be a little stunned.

Such a king, in the eyes of many, was too young - he was clearly influenced by such an atmosphere.

Sounds terrible—Fitney glanced slightly at the somewhat anxious servant at the king's side.

She sighed and whispered, reminding Missé, "Your Majesty. ”

"Huh? Good. Misse was slightly stunned, and then came back to his senses, his gaze was fixed on Fitney for a moment, uncontrollable, and he himself did not seem to react to his own emotions, he took the sword representing Shevrin from his servant's hand, and leaned down slowly.

Fitnair raised his hand and took it.

It was a slender sword with a black scabbard with a dogwood pattern. Shevrin is marked by the dogwood, a flower that symbolizes courage and freedom.

Suddenly, it became clear to him why the flower had become a symbol of Shevrin's domain—there was nothing more appropriate.

The people came to their senses, clapped loudly, and cheered - it was like being immersed in a big festival. Hearing this applause, Fitnair slowly stood up and saluted Misse again.

"The first countess!"

"Well done! Holy Maiden! ”

"Long live the kingdom of Luther!"

This is the best result - Fitney's face was a little dazed, and she suddenly wondered why these people were moved. Because of this grand picture, or because of that solemn oath?

"Fitney." At this moment, Fitney heard Misé's voice - the amplification spell did not stop, and his voice could be heard by all. When Fitney turned his head, he saw Misse's somewhat resolute expression, "I want to ......"

During his time at Aesop Forest, Fitney had always wondered what kind of man Misse was, and he was the child to whom Shirley had poured the most love - when Grede, Shirley had not yet fully recovered, and when Lucy, Shirley was reminded of her poor first child.

In between, Misse lived in an incredibly privileged environment, all of which was a matter of course - he was not the firstborn, he did not need to be told of the responsibilities at the outset, he could be praised by others without hesitation, and he did not need to recognize in advance the darkness that would affect one's character.

That is why he confronted the Holy See directly after being affected, and desperately set up the Hilton Investigation Agency, and through Dahl's proposal, he trusted those who might not be on his side at all - and Fitné was the same, she did not take Missé as the center of attention, but merely echoed him.

Such a person is not suitable for her at all.

Why this decision? For she was only using this man as a tool to accomplish some kind of purpose - like the people she hated.

Fitney knew what Misse would say.

"Your Majesty." Fitney spoke.

"What are they going to say?" The civilians, who were noisy with cheers, noticed the conversation between the two at this time.

["That is a man who thinks he has enough power to be easily controlled—if he can show you 'love' in a situation where he cannot be denied, perhaps—no one can stop it."] ”】

Fitnair seemed to feel the sun shining a little brightly and closed his eyes, and the words of the woman to himself sounded in his mind—what mood would she have been in to make such a suggestion to herself at that time?

"Alas......" Fitney opened his eyes again.

Misse was silent for a moment, it seemed that it took him some time to muster up his courage, but the process of saying what he wanted to say was not smooth, because of Fitney's blue-purple eyes.

It is like gathering the stars, blending with the ancient majesty, and the momentum makes people dare not blaspheme, just like that oath.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Fitnair said slowly, saluting once more to express her gratitude, and walked forward, her steps unhurried—she had left with ease, and no one could stop her.

That's it.

Fitney reached out and pulled the door open.

"Miss?"

"Huh?"

The two servants standing outside the door had a slight look of surprise on their faces when they saw the door open and Fitney appeared in the door as if nothing had happened.

"Let's go, Dick. It's time to go back and get ready for the territory. A smile tugged at the corners of Fitney's mouth, and she continued to walk forward, her staff tapping lightly on the ground, slender but with an incomprehensible power.

"Yes." Dick paused, then walked on.

The steward looked at the two masters and servants who had left, thoughtfully.