In the Gothic world, in the middle of the 12th century, the claws of the Holy See extended to the entire Gothic world, and the secular and clergy were in an important historical turning point, and war and slaughter became an inevitable disaster.

For a time, mourning was everywhere.

The city-state of Chage is located in the center of the continent, with a warm and pleasant climate, which should be a plan to live and work in peace and contentment, but it has become the center and flashpoint of war for no reason.

Fortunately, in a few days, it will be the 23rd birthday of the city lord of Chage City, which is the period of hot-blooded and warlike youth, seeing the flames of war and the clergy flying cloak gradually approaching Chage City, the young city lord holding a scepter, standing on the top of the high mountain, where the clouds and mist are shrouded, looking coldly at the foothills of the plains where the battle is about to be fierce, "Red will take root here, and black will disappear invisible." ”

The crimson military uniform of Choge City and the black cloaks of the clergy meet here, and the battle between red and black officially begins.

More than 50 days of the First World War.

Pale blue eyes, from the top of the mountain, through the layers of mountain clouds, green coniferous forest, as far as the eye can see, the plain at the foot of the mountain, corpses are all over the field.

The two warring sides were like two groups of birds, beasts, insects and fish fighting each other, so small that only a black dot could enter the young city lord's field of vision. The wilderness, which should have been green grass, has been bloodied for freedom, and red blood has been sprinkled everywhere, and from a distance, it looks like a happy spring with flowers in full bloom.

The gorgeous flower-like woman beside the city lord stood silent, the moisture brought by the clouds perched on her long eyelashes, and shone like a small diamond against the rising sun.

The woman's bright red lips were like two roses, "Your Highness, look at this war, it seems to be ......"

The young city lord squinted at the woman beside him, his brows furrowed, "Whether it is victory or defeat, for the sake of freedom, we must fight to the end." ”

The woman nodded, "They have been swaggering and deceiving for a long time under the guise of my lord, and now they even want to get involved in the imperial power, and they really can't spare him." It's just that they are God's spokesmen in the world, and I'm afraid that there are some means that can't be ...... so easily."

"If you can't beat it, you have to fight. Meursault smiled, then sighed, with a look of compassion on his face, as if talking to himself, his voice was ethereal, facing the wind on the top of the mountain, and was blown away as soon as he exited, "Unfortunately, all soldiers are in trouble." The blood was so poured all over the ground that even I, a layman, were not pleased to see it, but the bastards, who called themselves the messengers of our lord, were at ease. In the ivy-covered red walls, I wish the dead warriors would be at peace for eternity. ”

"Your Highness means that this battle may ......"

"I don't mean anything. In any case, the bones of the warriors were collected and buried in the church cemetery at the foot of the mountain. Meursault stared at the foot of the mountain for a long time, then turned back and walked to the bottom of the mountain. The woman next to her followed closely.

"How long has this battle been fought?"

The woman tilted her head and thought for a long time, "It's been nearly two months." ”

"At the beginning, if those old stubborns directly let me lead the army to the battle, maybe there would be fewer casualties. ”

The woman said, "Soldiers are all big things, if it is not until the last moment, where can the king come to the battlefield in person." Even if Choge City has a tradition of strengthening the army with force, Your Highness, you ...... in the end."

"Too young, huh. "My father was baptized for the second time when I was my age. It's a pity that I was born at the wrong time, and every time I was ready to stop, I was interrupted by this war. I heard that the high priest had learned a new magic, and it was not the same as before. If you still fight against this mortal body, I am afraid that you will be defeated. Therefore, no matter who hits the door this time, this second baptism ceremony must be carried out as scheduled. ”

"However, although this second baptism can be reborn and gain unlimited power, if you are disturbed halfway through, the failure of the ceremony is a trivial matter, and I am afraid that Your Highness will ...... you."

"Not being baptized or failing to be baptized is a death." But if it succeeds, won't the matter be solved?"

The mountain wind, carrying fine snowflakes, fell on the woman's chestnut hair, and the snowflakes were melted by the heat above her head, and the woman looked at Meursault, whose brows were furrowed, and although she wanted to say one more word to persuade him not to be in a hurry, she held back, and whispered, "Yes, my king." ”

After a few more days, the city of Gege City was in high danger and took advantage of the home stadium. The army of priests who swept through the Gothic continent with the power of victory was defeated.

Although it was a victory, it was only a small victory, but Gecheng still lost its troops. Fortunately, the priest's army went all the way north, but there was not enough food and money, and there was a shortage of people and horses, so they retreated for the time being, and the city of Kege had a chance to breathe.

In the immediate aftermath of the battle, there was still silence in the city. The men were conscripted as warriors, some died on the battlefield and never saw the flowers of the city again, and some survived, but they still did not return on the battlefield. The gates of the old and weak women and children who remained in the city were closed, and they did not dare to open them until they received the king's orders.

The lifeless atmosphere made Meursault frown.

Merso turned to the gorgeous woman beside him and said, "Long Li, go and tell the herald that although this battle is over, although our side has narrowly won, we must not take it lightly. The enemy Chen soldiers are only more than 20 miles away, and they will pounce again at any time. ”

The woman known as Long Li, whose full name is Windsor Long Li, followed Merso all the way back to Chage City, and everything she saw and heard on the road was a tragic scene, so she didn't say a word.

Hearing Meursault's words, Windsor Longli came back to her senses, "I understand. After speaking, he hurriedly turned the horse's head, and in response to the panic, the strength of his subordinates was unstable, and he whipped his mount with two or three times the strength of his usual horse, which startled the white horse under the seat to raise his front hooves and neigh.

Meursault returned to the palace alone.

The servants of the palace lined up to greet him, and the chorus of "Congratulations on the prince's triumph" almost burst the roof.

Meursault thought so in his heart, but when he saw their happy appearance, he really couldn't bear to break it, so he casually raised his horsewhip, motioned for everyone to retreat, and walked straight through the main hall to the back garden.

The tinkling of the harp came from the back garden, and the high bell tower struck nine times. The harp sings about the quiet, cemetery-like back garden. Here grew nettles from which witches weave cloaks, and white roses, which are beloved by death. The elderberry tree smells sweet, and the dew that never dries up on the new grass is like the tears of the dead.

This is the sacred place that Melso always cherishes, and the unique cemetery garden in the city.

Hearing the familiar footsteps of Meursault in riding boots, the sound of the harp stopped, and the nightingale-like voice came cheerfully, "Brother——"

Meursault stretched out his arm and hugged his sister, who was as light as a milk swallow, as if he were just holding a ribbon on his arm.

Princess Lorain Loya wore a black lace velvet dress and a navy blue broad-brimmed felt hat with a white rose that never faded. Under the thick shadow of the hat, the pale face, the lips that should have been ruddy and lovely like cherry blossom petals are almost the white roses on the head.

When Lolan Loya saw her brother return victoriously, her face showed some blood.

Lying on Melso's chest, Lolan Loya raised her head, "The popular election for the House of Commons has already been passed, and the noble elders of the House of Lords have been waiting for the outcome of the war. Now that the elder brother has returned victoriously, it is only a matter of time before they officially authorize the throne to the elder brother. ”

Murso smiled, "That's secondary. In fact, this war allowed me to complete the power takeover ahead of schedule. It's just that although the city is good, such a square inch of land can't withstand years of war. When the priest's army attacked again, he was afraid that the country would be shattered. Loya, are you afraid?"

Leaving Meursault's embrace, Loraina turned away, her pale hand gently caressing the black cross sculpture standing in the center of the garden. Under the long eyelashes, the royal blue eyes are erratic. After hesitating for a long time, Luo Lan Luoya turned around and asked, "What about ...... Brother, are you going to be baptized a second time?"

Meurso wanted to speak and stopped, looked around, and seemed to be reminded by Lolan Loya's words, Meurso realized that this back garden was completely different from before.

The outer walls of the palace to the east should have been covered with ivy, perennial white flowers, but now the ivy had withered, leaving only black vines like rusty wire, woven into a dense web. Half of the white rose had withered, and the other half was nowhere near as crisp as before. Even the slippery moss at the foot of the dark tombstone turned gray-brown and gradually dried up.

Meurso looked at Lolan Luoya, only to find that her body under her black dress seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and couldn't help asking, "Luoya, your life spell has not been stopped, not only you, but even the flowers and trees here have been absorbed most of their vitality, how can you bear it if it goes on like this?"

Luo Lan Luoya turned her head and smiled gloomily, "As long as you are successfully baptized, don't say that it is me and this garden, even if all the lives of the entire Chage City are dedicated to you, there will be no problem." ”

A hint of wavering finally appeared on Meurso's calm face, "If this ceremony is successful, everything can be solved." But if I fail, it doesn't matter if I die, but you will run out of life, and the bloody battle of the fathers and elders in the city will also lose its meaning. How's that going?"

Loraine Loya's royal blue eyes were clouded with a layer of fog, and she closed her eyes and buried her little face completely in Meurso's chest. Grasping Melsau's placket tightly, Loraina said softly, "It doesn't matter, life is with the city of Chague, and death is with my lord." This matter of life and death is predestined by birth, it is only a matter of time or time. So, whether it's success or failure, my brother just go ahead and do it. ”

The footsteps were getting closer, and Windsor Longli's voice was in, "Your Highness, the House of Lords is preparing to convene a parliament to discuss the issue of the authorization of the throne and the crown prince, the elders let me ask you and the princess, will you be there at that time?"

Meursault expressed a hint of displeasure at the interruption of the conversation between the siblings, saying, "The city of Chrysanthemum has reached a critical juncture, and they still have such idleness. Tell them they don't have to worry about these procedural matters. If you have time, you might as well go to the castle tower and have a look, and if things go wrong, you should always know where to escape. ”

Sensing Merso's dissatisfaction, Windsor Longli bowed, "Understood." I'm going to convey His Highness's intentions. ”

"There's no need to rush it. Long Li, you send Luo Ya back to rest first. Then come to my study. I have something to say to you. Merso stroked Luo Lan Luoya's long goose yellow hair dotingly, lowered his head and told Luo Lan Luo Ya to pay attention to her body and not to cast spells recklessly, and then turned around and walked towards the study.

The palace with the spire, the smooth marble dome that the flying sand can't cover. The Royal Chapel Hill is covered with fragrant hawthorn and rose trees. It exudes the same atmosphere as the cemetery garden, with tombstones and white chrysanthemums dedicated to the dead among the sand dunes, chanting in unison against the royal palace of Chage City.

A six-pointed star-shaped square surrounded by irises, a statue of a knight in armor. The direction in which the warrior's spear is pointing, the study of His Royal Highness Meurso Glenanti.

In the penthouse room on the spiral staircase, Meursault's face was gloomy under the flickering candlelight. With his slender hands crossed and leaning lightly against his forehead, Meursault could hear his own heartbeat.

After waiting for a moment, Windsor Longli's footsteps rang out from the spiral staircase. Meurso leaned back in the wide chair and looked at the woman who accompanied him day and night, "Do you understand the current situation?"

Windsor Longli looked at the huge shadow cast behind Merso under the flickering candlelight, and asked cautiously, "I don't know what His Highness is referring to......"

Under the two straight eyebrows, an indescribable glow flashed in the slender eyes, and the Mercer Cableway said, "The city is just a small city-state, and once the war breaks out, there is no buffer zone. At present, the people in the city are tired and tired, and it is no longer suitable to fight. You go and contact the generals, leave the squad to feint, organize the troops, and move the inhabitants of the city as much as possible. ”

"It's come to this, and that's all it takes. I'm afraid that the feint attack won't be delayed for long. ”

"It doesn't matter. I'll take the rest of the time. ”

Hearing this, Windsor Longli suddenly became nervous, "Your Highness, what do you want to do?"

"What would you do if the light of the second baptism came from on high when the soldiers were coming to the city?"

"Your Highness wants to perform a ritual at that time to attract enemy troops?" Windsor Longli suddenly felt her heart shrink suddenly, "That is even the last ray of life...... Although the holy light descended during the ceremony is also a powerful barrier, but the other party is the high priest and the priest, if they work together, I am afraid that the holy light will not be able to resist and will be broken, and then ......"

"Long Li, for so many years, you and I have gotten along day and night, and what I like the most is your caution in keeping your words open. In fact, I understand what you want to say, but the worst result, you have never said it clearly, although it is self-deception, but after all, it retains a bit of dignity and two points of hope for me. Long Li, I am grateful to you. Murso stood up and reached out to take Windsor Longli into his arms. Sniffing the lemon scent of his soft hair, Meursault calmed down for a moment before adding, "The enemy will return." The priests possess the highest divine power, and we simply cannot resist it. Now, no matter how arrogant I am, I can only accept my fate. ”

Although Windsor Longli was reluctant in her heart, she really couldn't think of any good ideas to refute, so she had to sigh resignedly, "...... May our Lord deliver miracles. ”

Meursault didn't speak, and hugged Windsor Longli for a while without making a sound. Windsor Longli didn't dare to move, as if a slight movement would interrupt his train of thought.

The wind blew through the window, the candles shed tears, and the fire rose a little, and then Meursault continued, "You are the closest person to me, and I can only entrust Loya to you now." No matter what the situation is, you must protect Loya. ”

Windsor Long Li replied, "It is my duty to protect the princess and the royal city. It's just that the princess's cultivation is second only to Her Royal Highness, who can touch her?"

"Although Luo Ya is highly talented, she is an elven physique, good at collecting the essence of all things, and she has been used to it every day, but she is only a life-saving magic. Although her cultivation is profound, she doesn't have the slightest attack ability and can't protect herself. So, I please. With your offensive and defensive capabilities, it shouldn't be a problem to protect a Luo Ya, even if the city is broken and defeated, you take her to live in seclusion, whatever, in short, Luo Ya will be entrusted to you. ”

Windsor Longli nodded, "I will do my best to protect the princess." ”

Murso frowned coldly, "It's not about trying, it's about being sure!"

Windsor Longli's eyebrows suddenly tensed, "Yes, my king." ”

Meursault probably realized that his tone was too intense, and breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "Stretch out." ”

Meursault's left index finger was in the palm of Windsor Longli's hand, and suddenly with this as the center, a flame rose spread, and the flame swirled, and the flame tongue began to extend, and finally transformed into a staff of the same height as Windsor Longli.

Windsor Long Li grasped the staff, the top of the staff, the three-claw process inlaid with a fist-sized ruby, the fire was shining, and the spiritual power hovering around was even more brilliant, as bright as a rainbow.

Windsor Longli couldn't help but ask while admiring, "Your Highness, what is this?"

"This is the inheritance staff of my Glenanti family, and it contains some of my spiritual power. The ruby on it is the Qi and Blood Stone that I refined during my cultivation. The crunch time should be there for you. Meurso said, stretched out his hand and approached the staff, and the spiritual power in the staff really had an induction with Meursault, and the ruby at the top immediately ignited a hot fighting aura like magma. Melsau's hand drooped, and the power of the staff's sense gradually dissipated.

"This is the power I have entrusted to you, and it is also a token for you. Regardless of the success or failure of the ceremony, whether my soul returns to the nine heavens or is reborn, even if it is millions of years away from you, or the far away end of the world, the power placed on this scepter can guide me back to you. Meursault took Windsor's left hand, lifted it up and kissed her gently on the back of her hand, "If I am fortunate enough to be blessed by the Lord, when a peaceful life comes, it will be when I put on the crown of the queen for you." ”