Chapter Seventy-Five: The Palace. change
"Brandt won't." The king continued to bewitch, "My son will not be hurt in the slightest!" He accentuated the word "son," which was obviously very tempting.
"If it helps you save this old life," Vanessa pointed mockingly at the Silver King, "and it depends on whether you are in a good mood or not, after all, he just hesitated for a moment, didn't he?" She turned her head to Brandt, "There is no room in the king's heart for the slightest hesitation in loyalty. ”
"Shut up, Vanessa." Brandt closed his eyes, his tone almost pleading.
Vanessa saw the right moment and bowed to pull out the dagger from the floor, but at the same time, Brandt also pounced in front of her, his speed was unexpected, and his strength was much stronger than she expected, Vanessa was hit by the strong impact of the blow and shook her shoulder, in order not to be pressed by Brandt, she instinctively supported her body with the hand holding the doll, and at the same time rolled towards the king's bed to unload the heavy blow.
"Catch her!" Clio shouted.
"Don't touch her!" Brandt spoke at the same time.
The guards were at a loss.
I'm taking advantage of his love for me. Vanessa thought as she bit her lip. But there was no way, Reina was missing, and I had to rely on myself and use whatever I could, including emotions.
"Announcing the abdication! Give up the throne to Brandt! Vanessa pressed her dagger to her neck and pressed the king's puppet to her heart with her left hand, just like Florian's posture just now, hoping it would work this time.
"No!" Brandt's face appeared in front of him again, "I never wanted to be a king, I just wanted to make you happy when I helped you open the door to Doron!" Of course, I have my own selfish intentions," Brandt hung his head, "I believe that you will get Creon Vofa, and get justice for my mother." But I don't want to be this king, I just want to live for myself, not live in a war for power and profit. ”
This brainless prince is stalling for time, where is that unruly Brant? Did his mother's death turn his personality upside down? Vanessa heard the sound of fine chain mail colliding from under the window, and although there was no sound in the corridor, there must have been a layer of royal guards surrounded by black press.
This will not work, if we delay any longer, we will both be finished.
Vanessa took two steps back and pulled out another sad doll from her backpack, Brant's.
"As you wish."
Vanessa raised her dagger and stabbed herself in the thigh.
Blood splattered on her face like a warm spring.
The princess was limp and lightheaded, but her thoughts were surprisingly clear, and she slammed Brandt's doll against her chest as she exhaled in pain.
Brandt's heart stopped beating, Vanessa felt a stream of heat pour into her heart, white light flashed, and a dazzling white glow rose from where her skin met the doll, and the doll gradually merged with the princess until it disappeared, as if a full century had passed, and when the light was gone, the princess saw Brant fall to the ground like a wild horse with a stumbling hoof, and her own unfinished cry welled up painfully along his open lips.
I'm sorry, Vanessa took a deep breath, only then can you get out of the way.
The princess took the dagger in her hand, and did not dare to use it to cut her neck, if the guards snatched the king's puppet at this time, she would owe Raina another life. She pondered for a moment, then flicked her right arm open and threw the dagger straight at the Silver King's neck.
"No!"
I don't know whose voice is shouting.
The situation was reversed in an instant!
Brandt struggled to get up from the ground and took the princess's dagger with one eye.
"No!"
Vanessa pounced, out of the corner of her eye she saw the guards moving, the king screaming, and Creon rushing in, but none of them were as important as Brant in front of her, and at this moment, there was only the fallen Brant in her world.
His eyes, his dark eyes that would laugh mercilessly and look at me affectionately.
No, it's not the ending I want.
The princess closed her eyes in grief and pressed the king's doll against Brandt's heart
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