"Your Majesty is a great king."

"That Barbray is a loyal soldier."

On the North Sea on the eastern side of Britain, a troop carrier was slowly heading towards Norway across the sea. And on the forward deck of one of the ships, two soldiers dressed in red royal guard uniforms were talking to each other in the direction of the harbor where they were heading out to sea.

Probably because of the strong winds at sea, neither of them wore the tall bearskin hats that they usually wore when they stood guard.

"Barbré...... Maybe! One of the guards stroked the hilt of his sword, shook his head slightly, and said, "To be able to stay there when His Majesty ordered us to leave her behind, the word 'loyalty' is already his epitaph." Although...... He may not be just a matter of loyalty......"

In fact, as the guard put it, they were ordered by the queen to "rush" to the North Sea.

They were the direct guards of the British royal family, and this time, under the orders of Her Majesty the Queen, they were leading the last army to protect the royal family to meet the prince, who had taken refuge in Norway.

As for Her Majesty herself...... Before they could leave, the seemingly endless fog had spread to the front of the manor. By now, the manor had probably been swallowed up in the fog, and the queen herself must have ......

"Don't think about it so much," the other guard sighed, "Let's think about what to do next!" Do we really want to do what Your Majesty says, you say? ”

Before the words fell, the other party immediately nodded.

"Her Majesty takes great care of our whole family, so I am willing to complete this task for Her Majesty and for the future of the royal family...... Barbré can be loyal, and so can I. If you can't do it, leave it all to me! ”

By the wee hours of the night, most of the British Empire had completely fallen.

……

As the troop transport, carrying most of the British Royal Guards and some members of the royal family, sailed into the North Sea, the Queen was standing in the middle of the garden with the only remaining small group of guards in the vestibule of the royal estate in northern England.

And not far in front of the Queen, Barbré stood alone in the wind, staring blankly at the gray mist that seemed like a towering city wall approaching outside the courtyard.

To be honest, the imposing momentum alone is enough to make people tremble. Not to mention, everyone here now can more or less know what terrible things are waiting for you in the mist.

But it was at this moment that he heard the queen behind him suddenly speak:

"Barbré...... You really don't have to stay here. You already have the ability to cast magic, but you're obviously not strong enough to stand up to this catastrophe, are you? ”

I have to say that although the queen seems to only care about the safety and honor of the royal family at all times, so far, many decisions are completely different from her kind appearance, and people can't help but feel quite ruthless.

But if you peel off the imperial shell on her body and remove the burden of the royal family on her shoulders, you can find that she has always been a kind and gentle woman in essence.

While feeling such a stark contrast in this queen, even the loyal guards who were gathering around her couldn't help but sigh secretly.

However, Barbré, who is now facing away from this side, does not seem to have the energy to sigh for the Queen's life. He did not reply to what the Queen had just said, but stood there like a tower, motionless.

Seeing this, the queen paused for a moment before she continued:

"Barbray, I know, you're here for Mr. McLean, aren't you? But in that case, there's no reason for you to stay here - you may not know that deep in the woods behind this manor is the wizarding school where Mr. McLean studied magic and once worked...... Now that you're magical, you should be able to find it, and I think you should go there and wait for Mr. McLean's return. ”

Barbray's family had already been ordered by the queen to be taken on a ship to take refuge in Norway – including the families of the guards who had volunteered to die for the queen who remained here. Therefore, it stands to reason that Barbré should have long since lost his worries.

However, after the Queen's persuasion, Barbray, who had not spoken, finally said sullenly: "Your Majesty, I am not waiting for Mr. McLean to return...... Well, maybe it was before, but not now. ”

He didn't look back as he spoke, just looked at the wall of fog and went on quite calmly.

"Your Majesty, do you know? Mr. McLean whispered to me that day when I had gained this power—he said, 'As long as I can master this power, I have the right to think for myself.'" So, these days, I've been trying to 'think' ......"

"But to be honest, I'm a stupid person, let alone come up with any conclusions, and I don't even know what I should think about."

"And it wasn't until just now, when I watched Your Majesty order the forcible removal of the guards who also wanted to stay, that I had the first decision of my life to make on my own—which may seem strange to say, because the answer I came up with was the same as my job duty."

Speaking of this, he suddenly straightened his collar, and then said seriously:

"Your Majesty, I will fulfill my mission as a royal guard and protect you with my life - where you are, I will be there until the last moment!"

Before the words fell, the dozen or so members of the guard beside the queen also seemed to be aroused by his words, and suddenly drew their swords and shouted:

"Where the queen is, we are!"

And it was at the moment when the guards expressed their determination that a large number of living corpses of different shapes finally rushed out of the fog that had already pressed against the gate of the vestibule, and they were pouring towards them.

When Barbré saw this, he immediately raised his hands high, and a violent hurricane rushed forward like a sea of mountains.

It must be said that his hard work during this period of hard work has paid off, and he has been honing according to the training method that Maca has left him, which has allowed him to steadily control the air flow and attack.

It's a pity that in the face of the countless living corpses that occupy the ground and sky, his strong wind can only slightly disrupt the actions of the living corpses in the front at most.

In a few moments, the entire estate was completely overwhelmed by countless enemies.