The town not far from the city of Lac, called Giotto, had been relocated to a farther city by arrangement of the territory since the war, and it had been emptied. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

That's just a façade.

When Fitney followed Monson here, he found that the town was now inhabited by troops belonging to the Havarg Lord.

Fitney had considered the Haywag Lord's army, but she didn't think she was a member of the Wizdem family anymore - after the Duke of Wizdem's accident, she didn't have a chance to find out if the armies that had been arranged as a domain had been disbanded or moved elsewhere.

Under the night sky, there are dots of light in this town.

"Please come with me. Monson glanced at Fitney and led her down the hill.

"Who!" the soldiers who were on guard reacted immediately when they heard the movement—and when Monson's face was exposed to the light of the torches, they immediately understood, and said respectfully, "General Monson, I'm very sorry. ”

Monson nodded at them, gestured to Fitney, and was about to move on.

"General...... This person?" They wondered about Fitney's appearance.

Look into her eyes. Monson said.

Fitney's blue-purple eyes, which were burning with firelight, were quickly distinguished, and the two soldiers guarding the door looked at each other.

There was a mixture of surprise, excitement, and confusion in this expression.

Fitnair took these expressions in her eyes, her probing vision obscured from the broken hair on the side of her face.

Monson led her into the town, and along the way, Fitney could only see a few patrolling soldiers—Monson was of high status, or was familiar to the soldiers, so the two of them came unhindered to the very center of the house, where the mayor had lived.

"Miss, you're finally here. From afar, Fitney saw a figure that was both familiar and unfamiliar to her—the most important butler in the Wizdem family's mansion, Feige.

"You know I'm going to be here?" asked Fitney.

"This is the order of Lord Duke Wizdem. Feige paused and said.

"Father's command?!" Fitney muttered to himself.

"That's right, please come in - you might need to know something. Feige stooped down to her and saluted again—and Fitnair followed him into the house without hesitation.

The style of the setting was that of the Wyzdem family, and Fitney was unfamiliar at first, but soon became familiar with it.

"As soon as the news of the Duke of Wizdem arrived, I received a letter from Mrs. Gabriel, who had arranged these things long ago, including the troops, which he had planned long ago. Fitch made a cup of hot tea for Fitney, the fragrance of which filled the room, and after he had finished pouring it, he continued, "He's also determined what was going to happen, and arranged everything for today. ”

The Wizdem family's style of doing things, Fitney knows very well, every time they encounter something unexpected, they always seem to have a prophetic ability, which can give the family the best protection.

But......

"If he knew about these things, why didn't he stop the Holy See's attack in the first place?" Fitney wondered.

She could not, and would not deny, the sacrifice made by the Duke of Wizdem in that matter, but—there was a better way......

Of course, this approach may only be in the opinion of Fitney.

"Miss, forgive me for being rude, my lord, he will always do the best he can within his ability, and those things that cannot be done ......" Feige shook his head.

Fitney was silent for a moment.

The matter of death was already ...... in the eyes of the Duke of Wizdem Unavoidable.

Is the opponent too strong, or is it ......

"Father...... He knew that the Holy See would start a war...... However, instead of directly asking the army to guard the Midrus family, he ......" Fitney frowned.

"Miss, this is the family army of the Wyzdem family. Feich's tone was very solemn, "The family army of the Wyzdem family, flying the banner of the Black Sparrow. ”

Fitney was stunned, and a sentence that Duke Wizdem had said to her a long time ago seemed to come to mind.

"With an army flying the banner of the Black Sparrow, only the 'Black Sparrow' can maneuver. ”

That's glory and dignity.

Feige turned and walked to the corner of the room, and as he pulled a book from the bookcase, a mechanism was opened with the sound of a machine, and Fitney then saw Feige carefully hold something wrapped in purple velvet and place it in front of her.

She vaguely knew what it was.

Thump.

Thump.

In the silence, the sound of Fettnay's heartbeat came to her ears clearly—she lifted the velvet, and sure enough, she saw it—

It was a ring, a blue-purple gemstone perfectly elliptical, reflecting a breathtaking light even in a somewhat dimly lit room, and the gem was set in a white-gold setting, with a mysterious pattern extending into the metal - it was the ring that symbolized the Duke of Wizdem.

"It's ......" Fitney suddenly noticed a note next to the ring.

"This is what the adults left behind. Feige handed it over as a matter of course.

Fitney hesitated for a moment, then reached for the note, unfolding it slowly, and she saw the familiar handwriting on it.

[This is a birthday present for Fitney Wizdem as an adult.] 】

The white-haired maiden stood still, not as if she had not noticed her tears falling—she scarcely wept, not even when she heard of the death of the Duke of Wizdem.

She had given her father a birthday present, but the cold attitude of the other party had made her feel that the gift was unnecessary for that person.

It was the only birthday present she had ever received, and even if it wasn't her birthday at all, she was already an adult.

"The Black Sparrow army of the Wyzdem family, which only the people of the Wyzdem family can command, I think, whether it is out of the wishes of the adults or the wishes of the young lady, this is acceptable. Feige's words brought Fitney back to his senses.

Can the Wezdem army use the so-called "Last Wish" to help the Midrus? Of course, but only when things come to this point can the power of this army be best utilized, and Fitney can become the Duke of Wizdem.

The Earl and the Duke are not the same, and even if she has pure Wizdem blood, it is difficult to inherit the title as a woman.

Fitnair was silent for a moment, until there was no more confusion in her eyes—she took a deep breath and held out her hand to the ring.