"Your Majesty. Fitney saluted him.

"Follow me. Misse said, and walked forward—Fitnair did not speak, and followed him to the next parlor.

This small living room is much more elaborate than the conference room, with a golden-red carpet, soft cushions on the sofas, and a sculpture of a deer's head on a small table with gold etchings on the side.

"Have you already chosen your companion?" said Misé, sitting down on a couch.

Fitney sat down next to him: "Well, the selection of people has been completed, and General Monson will lead the rest of the people to garrison Rak City, please rest assured." ”

"Of course I'm relieved of your words. Misse said slowly.

The maid poured tea for them, and when Fitney, who had taken it, held up the teacup, a glint flashed in her eyes.

"Your Majesty, do you think there is anyone around me who makes you feel uneasy?" said Fitney slowly lowered the cup.

Ka.

"I don't mean ......" As a king, it was natural to raise such doubts, but when the object was Fitney, he suddenly felt that Fatney was not something to be easily questioned at this time.

The majesty on her body is no different from that of the previous Duke of Wizdem.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, the Wizdem family has always been on His Majesty's side. The amber tea reflected Fitney's calm face, seemingly nonchalant.

"I asked Christie......" Misse sighed, considering the words.

"Your Majesty is right...... Ed. Fitney seemed to be a little surprised, "Is the illegitimate son of an Archduke of Wiesen, who has lost power, worthy of His Majesty's attention at this time?"

Misse frowned: "He is a magician who can compete with the sage, he can make a comeback at any time if he wants to gain power, even if he is not so malicious to speculate about him, he has always been free to enter and exit this castle, and no one can stop him - in what capacity did he obtain this freedom?"

It's not that no one doesn't take this matter seriously.

Whether or not Fatney's relationship with Ed constitutes a delicate circumstance is not mentioned for the time being, Ed's identity has become very sensitive in the Kingdom of Luther.

Fitney was silent.

"Fitney, I didn't mean to hold on to this matter at this time—the nobles in the castle are rumoring that you are close. At least, you're the only one who can talk about that guy, right?" Misse continued.

Even if he didn't deal with Eddard's affairs, he couldn't let his actions be so arrogant anymore - but just the rumors of the nobles thought that Fitney would be able to persuade Eddard......

Fitney was skeptical.

But she didn't ask, knowing that Misser just said that this was already a very face-saving performance.

Fitney's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, as if thinking.

What should she do?

Click. Click. Click.

"Your Majesty, I don't think I can ......" Fitney's voice knocking on the table paused, and a faint sense of powerlessness sprouted in his heart.

Misse seemed to know her answer - but Fitney wasn't sure what he would say next.

"Your Majesty knows ......" At this moment, a cold voice made the two people present slightly stunned - the black-haired young man appeared here quietly.

"Why are you here?" said Misé.

"Didn't Your Majesty think that I was too free to act?" said Ed, slowly, "I always thought that the people of the Luther Kingdom would not judge a person without any basis. ”

Hence the description of "freedom of movement".

Misse was momentarily speechless.

"Does Your Majesty know who my mother is?" said Ed, as he approached.

Misse didn't know about it.

Fitney looked at him, his mouth slightly open, and finally did not speak.

"It's the famous saint you probably know, Eru Vion. Ed's words surprised Misé, "What she left behind, if I remember correctly, is something you should know about the relationship between the Kingdom of Luther and Willronton." ”

Ed sat down next to Fitney and threw something at Miser as if he were casual.

Misse caught it and found it to be a dark blue gemstone pendant.

"The ...... Elu?" Misé's tone hesitated.

"Well, the one who was killed by the Holy See, if Your Majesty wishes, can think of me as an avenger from Willunton. Ed's nonchalant appearance made it seem that his words were not very credible.

But......

It's not fake.

Misse looked at the pendant and didn't speak.

Fitnair turned his head to look at Ed, who calmly picked up the tea on the table...... Her tea.

It's been a long time since Fitney had the urge to hide his face.

But when the hand was gently raised, Ed took her hand and showed a "don't care" expression as he drank tea.

"Since it's Elu's son. Misse finally spoke, and he slowly handed the pendant, "Good luck." ”

Misse's hand froze in place, and Fitney suddenly noticed that Ed didn't seem to have a free hand, so he took the pendant back for him—but the moment he received it, Ed had already put down the tea in his hand.

Ed didn't speak, pulling Fitney and walking straight out.

Many questions flashed through Fitney's mind.

"There is some cooperation between the Kingdom of Luther and Willunton, which is not as obvious as that between the Holy See and the Kingdom. Ed said as he was on the road.

Fettnay was stunned, and suddenly remembered that she had been brought back when she had arrived at Aesop's Forest, when Wicker had ordered them to retreat under his own name.

What Fitney didn't expect was that the reason Ed used to "whitewash" himself was his mother.

That's the truth, the truth that doesn't need to be rehashed – it shouldn't have been known to Missé, and it shouldn't have been told to more people.

There could be other explanations.

Fitney shook his hand back.

"Go to Giotto tomorrow morning, and set off with the prepared men—do you have anything else to attend to?" Fitnair was the first to break the silence.

"Good. Without. Ed replied in a gentle voice.

"I didn't tell Hannibal about your situation—"

"I'm not going to hold back. ”

"That's not what it means......"

"Hmm. ”

"One more thing......"

By the time he said this, Ed had already opened the door to his room—night had fallen, and it was dark.

"Hmm. As the door closed, Ed turned his head to look at Fitney—even though it was dark inside, he could still look at her with that focused gaze.

It's the same look again.

Fitney took a deep breath and was about to speak......

"I like ......"

Sand......

Ed leaned down and pressed her against the door, a deep kiss covering her lips.

Fitney's eyes widened, and although she knew that there would be such an ending, she didn't finish her sentence......

The kiss was hot and deep, and Fitney soon had no time to pay attention to everything around him.

So much so that later, Ed almost lost control, biting her soft lip.