My name is Akatosh,

Amir's vest fell earlier than me, haha!

—4E, 201, Frost Moon, 3rd, 12:32 p.m.

"Oh, so that 'Amy' is indeed the Imperial Princess 'Emilia Septin'?"

Snowman's east, Stormcloak's makeshift camp, the army is packing up and preparing to retreat outside of Snowman's territory, while Uffric Stormcloak listens to Frigga Shattershield's report.

"Yes," Frigga nodded affirmatively, "Although the same superb stealth and stealth skills cannot be used as evidence, there should not be a second 'black mist' that can carry things away, and 'Amy', who was operating with the thieves' guild at the time, used it to recover a large number of stolen belongings by robbers." ”

"Oh...... No wonder the silly boy of the Snowhoof family would fall in love with the princess who had never met in Dugu City, and it turned out that the princess herself had gone to the Rift Valley - so it was not Balguf who forced us to make peace, but the princess who came here directly after only a wedding? Ulfrick folded his chin in a thoughtful gesture.

"Hahaha!! Poor Esgael! Garma Stonefist laughed.

It's good, this guy is still not invited to the next group blind date party, and Frigga gave the general who wouldn't look at the atmosphere.

"I think it's more serious than if it was really Lord Snowman," she continued, explaining to Uffric, "and it means that the Emperor himself supports it. ”

"Don't worry about this, the Emperor will never get involved before the situation is clear," Ufrik said without hesitation, "It's not an invasion of foreign enemies, it's just a conflict of ideas within the empire, between lords, similar things have happened in the Black Swamp in the south and in the province of Falling Hammer in the west, they just don't obey the orders of the empire, but still admit that they belong to the Septin Empire, and that's the bottom line." ”

"Hmm......" Frigga frowned, unable to comprehend the logic for a moment.

"What is really serious is the implicit message revealed by this peace talks - the 'great man' Barguf is qualified to participate in this 'game'." Ulfric gestured in the direction of Snowman.

"It's impossible, his position is right at the intersection of our sphere of influence with the Imperial Legion, and there is no room for development at all." Frigga felt incredible.

"Therefore, he intends to solve the problem by means other than military means, for example, not by force, but by expanding his influence, and eventually become the 'High King' elected by the 'High Council' by voting." Ufric sighed, "There is no doubt that neither we nor the Imperial Legion will vote on each other, so it is impossible to exceed the minimum quorum of 'two-thirds' to become the High King." ”

"Then we won't vote for that old boy?" Garma said with a big grin.

"However, none of the lords participating in the 'High Council' can vote for themselves, so at least the two votes of me and Toig, Barguf has already decided." Ulfrik smiled wryly.

"Then why not—oh, well, I'm stupid." Garmar shut up halfway through.

Frigga knew what he was going to say, "If you don't vote for the Empire, you can vote for the other city lords of the Stormcloak", but as the leader of an organization, do you think one of your subordinates is better suited to be a leader than herself? Neither Toig nor Ufrik could do that, even though everyone knew it was a gambling situation.

According to common sense, it is usually the strongest "High King" who receives eight votes, and his own vote is symbolically voted for the lord of the second largest power, which is unprecedented for each side to occupy four cities and one neutral city.

Now, one can only hope that the "Great One" and his subordinates will not do something that will greatly gain prestige, such as saving the world or something.

——14:35——

Morning Star, Sanctuary of the Dark Brotherhood.

Nazr, who was compiling information, looked at the entrance to the sanctuary.

[The world's largest ——]

Poke.

[Welcome back——]

Poke.

The members of the Dark Brotherhood were still a little suspicious of the Night Mother fusing Joan of Arc's soul into Joan of Arc Lily, but in the past few days, just seeing her casually poke the black door twice with a spear, it has to start believing that it is probably true.

"Lily, are you back? How's the mission going? Babette, who was playing with the spider at the door, greeted her with a hug.

"Hmph, another fool who thinks he can control the life and death of others, so I taught him a good lesson - don't rub spider silk on me! Fool! Joan of Arc Lilly's voice was much different from the original Jeanne Darke, and the clear female voice that was always disgusted turned into a somewhat sharp childlike voice, which inexplicably made people feel suitable for scolding.

"Peter has been transformed by me, he can't spit silk and can only breathe fire~" "Then you're very powerful, do you want me to touch your head?" ”

It seems that due to her age, Joan of Arc Lily gets along well with Babette, who is at least the same age as the outsider, but for the other elders, she is inexplicably resistant and distant, especially not very close to Astrade, and the former leader does not seem very happy.

"Whew~Mother~ Why don't you talk to Cicero~ (Spades) Cicero also wants to touch his head!" "It's noisy!" "Bang!"

It should be added that Nazr continued to look through his materials, and after changing into this form, the Night Mother seemed to have lost the ability to speak directly to Cicero, after all, he already had his own body and could speak, so there was no need to maintain a way of communicating only with "listeners".

Nazr had asked Lily if she could communicate with the other Brotherhood members in the same way, as it was more discreet and convenient, and she was saying that "only those who believe in her with all their hearts can communicate like that." ”

With Nazre's wisdom, he couldn't imagine trusting a cute little girl, but in this way, Cicero was always deliberately funny and at most slapped on the wall, and as the only believer, even a madman could only pinch his nose and admit it.

Nazr ...... Uncle? Joan of Arc Lilly walked up to him, calling him by first name, then tentatively adding a subtle name.

"Just call by name, Lily, what's the matter?" Nazr put away the love newspaper, not that she couldn't read it, but if Cicero ran over and made a fool of himself, and the girl directly flipped the table, the information would be over.

"The name 'Dark Brotherhood' is hard to hear, and I want to change it," Joan of Arc Lilly stared at Nazr, "and the uniforms are ugly too. ”

What a little girl's request...... No, wait, Nazr, you're not a fool like Cicero, think deeper.

Astrade's assassination of the Emperor failed, but her clothes were recorded, and now the red and black cloth and leather armor could no longer be worn, and this was the north where the snow was perennial, and the black clothes were conspicuous.

As for the sign of the Dark Brotherhood, it was also largely destroyed by the Sharp-Eyed Hawk announcing the destruction of the Sanctuary of Phocles, and now, the entire organization really needs some radical changes.

"In that case, remove the word 'darkness' and just call it 'Brotherhood'?" Nazr pulled out a piece of paper and began to write and draw: "How about a new style of clothing, based on your body, mainly white, mixed with red decorations, in addition to the leather lining of the inner body, plus a hood that hides your face and figure, and a wide trench coat?" ”

A simple black-and-white sketch shows a muscular bearded man in a white trench coat and hood, his hands folded in front of his chest, his fingertips sticking out of his sharp claws.

"I don't think so!" I don't know when I came over, said Ainburn, who was obviously the prototype of the person in the painting.

"I think so," Astode, who was also approaching silently, pressed him down, "Nazr, hurry up and color and frame it, I'm going to hang it in the hall." ”

"It's ......," Nazr reluctantly looked at Joan of Arc Lilly.

"The clothes are good, the people are too old." The girl nodded and looked at Ainburn next to her, "Maybe you should shave off all of his beard?" ”

"Hey, hey, hey~ (hearts) obey ~ mother~ (spades)" Cicero appeared next to him like a ghost, carrying a pair of scissors.

"Don't even think about it!" The werewolf covered his mouth and turned to run.

——16:09——

Phocles Southwest, Dusk Grave.

As the closest place to Noctunar's Annihilation Realm "Eternal Dusk", it can freely teleport between any anchor points left behind by the Nightingale, but for now, the only way to connect is the "Nightingale Hall" on the other side of the Rift.

At this time, the three new "Nightingales" were coming out of the dusk grave.

"What the hell are we going to do in Dugu City? Surely it's not Amy who is married to the second child of the Snowhoof family? Xiao Fu, who had the most contact with Princess Emilia, said with great certainty: "I tell you that she has a very similar stand-in, and she must have replaced her." ”

"That's not the point," Sapphire frowned at her, "The point is that this wedding was held in the name of the princess, in this case, that 'stand-in' is the real 'princess', she can't appear as 'Princess Emilia' from now on, I have to ask Amir what she thinks, and if she can, let her go back to the guild." ”

"In that case...... Not? Xiao Fu suddenly thought of something and circled around the sapphire.

"How?" Sapphire glared at her.

"Speaking of which, do you know you're very attractive?" Xiao Fu stopped and touched his chin: "Moore and Dazhi, those young men are so fascinated that they can't even have the ridiculous reaction that the things in their hands will fall after seeing you, and you haven't pretended to any man, so ......"

"It's as if you had a good face on my bald uncle." Sapphire responded.

"Hey, don't digress the topic, I'll ask you if you like Emile very much, and you want to get married." Xiao Fu's eyes narrowed.

"Huh! Huh, hey! Illya, who had been quiet as an audience, exclaimed.

"I don't have time to joke with you, Wicks Leiter."

"I'm not going to make that joke either, Safir Malloy."

The two girls glared at each other, and neither of them would budge.

"Well, I admit that I have that tendency, but I'm not sure," Sapphire was the first to give up, and she touched the dagger on her waist: "She gave me a very similar feeling to the person who gave me this Daedric dagger in the first place, I wanted to be with her forever, but I didn't think about getting married or anything." ”

"Hmph, I just think she's cute and funny, and I want to be friends with her all the time, but I don't want her to be monopolized by some guy." Xiao Annoyance pouted.

"Fair play?"

"It's a ghost of competition, I want to supervise you not to cross the line!"

"That," Illya, who had been ignored, raised her hand weakly, "Amir said she ...... I don't know why, but I like it very much. ”

Whew-

The air was suddenly quiet, and there seemed to be a cold wind blowing around.