Duchy of Byrne, Red Blood Castle.

Even after the height of summer has passed, the Red Blood Castle in the south is still full of sunshine, and the breeze slowly entering the cold autumn does not darken this fairytale castle, but adds a touch of golden red to the original unchanged green color.

In the autumn season, everything is so gratifying, the aristocrats who have escaped the scorching summer heat can finally change into more colorful and colorful autumn clothes, dressed in elaborate clothes and heavy brocades, and farmers and merchants celebrate the harvest of the new year, with ears of wheat covering large fields of land.

Thanks to the "Trade Route Plan" of the Yod-German Chamber of Commerce and the United Chamber of Commerce, which has only just begun but is already taking shape, and the Round Table Council, through the two chambers of commerce, has requisitioned grain directly from local warehouses, which has stabilized the price of grain and allowed farmers to worry about the war-related tax increases.

The harvest season, coupled with the frequent good news from afar... Joy was written on almost everyone's face.

But not all of them.

The butler of the Red Blood Castle, Chakar Grenwell, stood outside the door of the United Chamber of Commerce, and he always seemed to have a lukewarm expression in his dark blue suit.

With his left hand behind his back, he clutches a letter tightly in his right hand... The secret agent of the United Chamber of Commerce was sent back directly from the front line of the battlefield.

The hustle and bustle around him made him can't help but look sideways, sweeping the crowd around him, those laughter, noise, quarrel......

Charles had only infinite emotion in his heart.

They didn't know what was really going on at the front, how many terrible upheavals had taken place, only that the knights of Byrne were going from victory to victory under the new duke.

But they will soon find out......

With mixed feelings, the head of the Red Blood Castle, who had put away the letterhead, turned around and walked in the direction of the Hall of Round Table.

After the war began, Charlotte Turin, Countess of the Red Blood Castle, never left the place.

In the empty hall, there was only a lone girl in front of the thirteen chairs around the round table, and she was lying on her stomach in front of the table in a plain dress, waving the quill in her hand, not noticing that someone had entered.

The steward of the Red Blood Castle glanced at the long-extinguished candlestick, the scrolls piled up in the corners of the table.

It's been another night... Pursing the corners of his mouth, Charles only felt a pain in his heart.

Right now......

"Huh, Charles, you're back. ”

Charlotte, who was quite surprised, finally stopped the pen in her hand and looked at him with a calm smile: "Something?"

"Uh... No, nothing!"

Holding back the unbearable in his heart, the steward of the Red Blood Castle stepped forward with a chuckle: "It's already dawn, do you want me to prepare some breakfast for you?" Or have a little drink, I have asked the servants to prepare hot water when I come, you can ...... at any time"

"Thanks, but I've already eaten a little bit just now. Charlotte shook her head, "In two quarters of an hour, your brother Count Stormcastle and Count Rainbow Bridge will be here, and I will have to prepare what I need to discuss before they arrive." ”

Looking at the girl whose face was much paler than before, and there was even some purple under her eyes, Charles, who was silent, slowly bowed her head.

It's hard to imagine that a year ago, Charlotte was still a girl who thought about what color dress to wear every day to match her mood and what snacks to prepare for afternoon tea.

Byrne's unification not only did not make her completely forget her troubles, but ......

"Okay, I'm fine, don't worry. Charlotte continued lightly: "You should have just come back from the United Chamber of Commerce at this time......, right?"

"Boi, there's already news. ”

The steward of the Red Blood Fort nodded slightly, handed the letterhead to the girl's cheek, and lost no time in putting the blanket back on her: "Although the messenger is in a hurry, one thing is certain - this battle, Byrne won. ”

"Really?!" the girl looked at the girl in surprise and clenched the letterhead in her hand excitedly.

"In a week at the latest, the whole Byrne and even the whole empire will receive the news. The smiling Charles bowed slightly:

"Although the process was a bit tortuous, the casualties and losses were very heavy, and there was even a possibility of a fiasco, but... We still won, and most importantly, Byrne won. ”

"It was the knights of Byrne who won this centaur war and saved Boi and the Empire!"

For a moment, the excited girl clenched her teeth.

"It's really... I knew it! I knew Loren... Loren: He must be able to ......."

The steward of the Red Blood Castle took a few steps back, staring at Charlotte who was desperately trying to endure without saying a word, not allowing himself to be so happy that he lost his temper and even cried.

Byrne, who has re-unified, proves that her glory has not diminished, and that she is still the first principality under the dragon's wings, the home of powerful and glorious knights, and the guardian of the eastern part of the empire.

He knew very well how long Charlotte had waited and how much she had sacrificed for this day.

Even if it's only for a moment, I want her to enjoy this hard-won victory.

"Loren... And our army, where the hell is it now?!"

"Still near the battlefield, and a few others... The main thing is that Boi will join the army of the Empire, and after repairing, he will go to the Thousand Tent City. As if he had already guessed that she would ask, Charles said softly:

"According to the Messenger, the battle was more tragic than you can imagine... What's more, there are also many forces involved, as well as the succession of the new Grand Duke of Boi, so there are a lot of things to deal with. ”

"During this time, the Duke will remain in the City of a Thousand Hordes to negotiate with all parties, and at the same time inform you of the latest situation on letterhead, and seek the opinions of you and the Council of the Round Table before making a decision. ”

"The question of the succession of the new Archduke of Boi ......" Charlotte paused and sighed with emotion:

"Duke László Varna, did he die too?"

The steward of the Red Blood Castle nodded silently.

Charlotte sat down again, and skillfully opened the letterhead with the dagger she carried as a letter opener: "Now that the reign of the Varna family has ended, it should be the turn of the Jona family to be the Grand Duke of Boy." ”

"That's right, Luo... The Duke and the Counts of the front line are of the same opinion. Charles, with his hands folded, stepped forward and replied, "His proposal is to support the new heir of the House of Jonah, and Miss Salica Jonah to become the new Grand Duke of Boi......"

Well?!

Before he could finish speaking, Charles, who suddenly sensed something, looked up suddenly.

Charlotte in front of her, at some point, returned to her former indifference, her eyes flashing with a complicated luster.

The steward of the Red Blood Castle twitched his throat.

"Salika Jonah......"

Chewing on the name, Charlotte raised her head and narrowed her eyes slightly: "A familiar name... Charles, have I seen her?"

"Uh, yes!" replied to the slightly uncomfortable butler, "At your coming-of-age ball, she once visited the Red Blood Castle on behalf of the Jonah family and ...... with you."

“...... I remembered, that bruic, uncultured wolf cub. The girl who frowned slightly snorted coldly, and shook her head with a little disdain: "There is really no one in the Jonah family, and it is really ...... to let her take charge alone."

After grinding her teeth for a while, Charlotte, whose shoulders trembled slightly, pressed her mood and snorted heavily.

Charles, who was smiling, took a deep breath and didn't dare to say a word.

"But that's not surprising, isn't it? The custom of the prairie is to fight for strength, to fight for skill and who is more cunning; She will definitely do anything to become the Grand Duke of Boi!" Glancing at her mouth, the girl who snorted coldly subconsciously clenched the armrest of the chair:

"That woman who doesn't know etiquette and has no integrity must do anything to win Byrne's support, whether it is bribery or bribery, it must be aimed at Loren! Maybe she will ...... again."

"Count!"

Charles interrupted her muttering softly, slamming down her right shoulder.

Slightly startled, Charlotte, who was breathing disordered, pursed the corners of her mouth to calm her mood and lowered her gaze.

After half a minute, the girl coughed unnaturally, turned her gaze back to the letterhead in her hand, and flipped through a few pages randomly.

"Silverhelm Mountain's... Dwarves?"

Hearing Charlotte speak, the steward of the Red Blood Castle breathed a long sigh of relief and took on the slightly stiff topic of this twist.

"Yes, this is one of the biggest problems of this Centaur War. Charles spoke: "For many reasons, the dwarves of Silverhelm Mountain, who were originally enemies, ended up becoming our allies. ”

In the ensuing battle, they also pinned down a large number of enemies for Byrne's army, so that the Duke had the opportunity to save the defeated remnants of the Boi army, and paid a heavy casualties. ”

Shaking his head, Charles sighed lightly: "In return, they hope to be able to get Byrne's protection, to ensure that they will not be hunted down by the supreme king of the Yunling Kingdom after the war, and at the same time, they can have a small autonomous region within Byrne for their people to live in peace." ”

"That's right......" Charlotte frowned slightly, biting her lower lip.

That's going to be hard.

If it is only hostile to Silverhelm Mountain, or even defeating their army, or even capturing the entire Silverhelm Mountain, Byrne is the party that occupies the moral high ground, after all, it is not Byrne who started the war first, and the fact that the Dwarves of Silverhelm Mountain did participate in the Centaur War is also an indisputable fact.

But if you want to accept the allegiance of the dwarves of Silverhelm Mountain, then things are completely different.

The proud dwarves and the supreme king of the peak of the clouds would not easily accept Byrne's interference in the internal affairs of the Yunling Kingdom, and for the first time in the twelve generations of the empire, a dwarven tribe had sworn allegiance to humans.

The alliance between the Elder Wood Elves and the Duke of Lothair has caused Duke Fried to be controversial in the Empire, but what will happen to Byrne, who accepts the allegiance of the dwarves?

What will the Heavenly Dome think, and what will the Holy Cross Church think?

Seeing the girl's frowns, Charles's heart became even more unbearable.

He knew better than anyone how much effort and sacrifice Charlotte had put in to keep the relationship between Byrne and the Yunling Kingdom from being damaged by the war;

The impassioned performance of the dwarves in the meeting after meeting is the all-nighter, day and night.

History, Culture, Exchange, Relations...... She can make the messenger of the Dwarven High King speechless, and she can also find a platform for communication between the two sides, so that the other party can really sit down, put aside pride, and negotiate calmly.

As long as she is given more time, even not too long, Byrne will be able to truly establish unimpeded negotiations with the dwarven Yunling Kingdom, and even one day it is not impossible to reach an alliance.

But now......

"Do you want to write a letter and explain the situation to the Duke?" Charles asked, "At the moment, he should still be in the Thousand Tent City, and he has only reached a preliminary agreement with the dwarves of Silverhelm Mountain; in this case, it is possible to regret ......"

"There must be no reversal!"

Charlotte interrupted him categorically, her expression extremely serious: "We, Byrne... There must be no reversal!"

"Even if it's just a promise, he, Loren Turin, does not represent himself, but as a promise given by the Duke of Byrne, and even the entire Duchy of Byrne, which must not be changed!"

"I see. The steward of the Red Blood Castle nodded: "The envoy of the High King ......"

"Dwarf messenger, I'll find a way, try to maintain the relationship between the two sides......" Unconsciously, Charlotte's voice was a little quieter, and her raised right hand gently pressed against her forehead:

"What else do I need to know?"

Charles sighed slightly and handed out the second letter.

"Well, what?"

"Yes... Both letters arrived at the same time, but this one was in the personal hand of the Duke of Loren Turin. Charles began, "The messenger is saying that he wants you to see it as soon as possible; Deliver it to the Empire as soon as possible. ”

A trace of confusion flashed in Charlotte's eyes, and she quickly took the letterhead from his hand and opened it.

"To the whole territory of the Sakrand Empire, every warrior who fought for the Empire;

After a series of bloody battles, we have finally won a complete victory over the centaur tribe, annihilating all invading enemies, and for a hundred years from now, these four-hoofed people will no longer pose any threat to the eastern frontier of the Empire;

But... This is not the end of the war, but the beginning;

An even more terrible, vicious enemy is revealing his sinister and vicious face in the aftermath of this war, threatening every corner of the Empire;

He wasn't the alien race we were familiar with, and he wasn't the monster invasion of the Northern Boundary Mountain, but he posed a threat far more than the first two combined!

He was once a devout servant of the Church, and now he is a sworn enemy of the Holy Cross, who knows our weaknesses and flaws, and we know nothing of him;

In Ebolden, Fault Mountain, Red Blood Castle, Great Green Sea, Silver Helmet Mountain...... This terrifying enemy showed his minions again and again, and each time it appeared, it brought unimaginable natural disasters;

The name of this enemy was Fanecis, the former bishop of the Church of the Holy Cross Ebotden;

For the sake of the Empire, and for the sake of yourselves and your families, that you will not fall prey to the ravages of monsters overnight, I earnestly ask you to be vigilant and to keep an eye out for any unusual signs.

Sincerely, Lord of Byrne, Loren Turin!"