Raven took a sip of wine, and his body was much more comfortable.

Robin put her back on his back again.

"I feel that between His Majesty the King and the Grand Duke of Shalom, one is dead."

"Ahh

Robin interrupted her dissatisfied.

"Don't talk nonsense, okay?"

He paused and rolled his eyes upward, "Or are you happy to see the war within the kingdom?" ”

"Aha...... What does this have to do with me. ”

Revan yawned heavily.

"My body is so cold."

Raven lay on Robin's back, wrapping his hands around his neck.

Then I hugged a little tighter.

"Ah, that's a good ......"

Raven rubbed his face in his hair.

"Let them be killed, as long as the people are alive......"

This guy ......

Robin was about to scold her, but the words turned into a smile.

He understood Raven's words—

The High Magister of Itnell, who cares neither about politics nor about war.

Her heart is for the people.

Therefore, the phrase "people are good to live" just now comes from the heart.

He somewhat understood what Raven meant by the nature of the forbidden spellmaster.

It is precisely because Raven cares about the people that she has the power of [Construct], and as the vampire said before, she is the maintainer of order.

What about me?

Robin recalled the wonderful state he had entered when he was on the verge of death, and he saw the bright door clearly.

If you can really set foot in that supreme realm and become a forbidden spellmaster-

What would be the power of his forbidden spell?

With a personality like him who is wavering, full of confusion, and full of uncertainty and anxiety about the future, what kind of forbidden spell power will he get?

He shook his head, not thinking about the uncertainties he had, and then took his thoughts back.

"However, some things are not so simple." "The superstructure affects the bottom, and if there is political change, people's lives will suffer," Robin said. ”

Raven didn't respond to him.

Soft, deep breaths came from his back.

This guy -

Fell asleep.

……

Time goes back to two hours ago.

Castle of the Kings Lower Town.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and the sky is dim.

The rain poured down and drenched everyone.

The war is still raging.

The sound of swords, the sound of fighting, the screams, the sound of rain......

One after another.

While!

Shalom clashed his sword with Hima's thud.

The two men parted and turned around.

Then rush towards each other at great speed.

While!

There was another violent trembling sound.

"That's good." Shalom smiled with satisfaction.

She held the silver sword in her hand and looked appreciatively at the other person, a family member she knew so well.

"You've made great progress, Geima."

"That's what you taught me." Hima responded.

"So, can the apprentice beat the master?!"

Shalom gritted his teeth and grinned, raising his broadsword in front of him.

"With all your might! Attack it! ”

"As you wish!" Hima stabbed with her sword.

The sword sliced through the air, making a piercing sound.

The two approached quickly, and they faced the sword in their hands heavily.

"Dang!"

A silvery cold light swirled upwards and then slanted into the ground.

Lightning illuminated the crowd.

Himma's right hand was empty, and she trembled.

The tiger's mouth cracked, and blood was dripping.

"I lost." She greeted Shalom with a smile.

She didn't have the strength to rival her mother.

The fear of fighting wild beasts creeped through the body.

She suddenly remembered that she had been—

When Shalom was young, he was also one of the best swordsmen in the kingdom.

"Well done."

Shalom looked at his child in front of him with pity, tapped his sword over her shoulder, and raised it upward.

"We each stand for what we believe in, we stand our ground, and you're a good boy. I'm proud of you. ”

Himema took a deep breath and closed her eyes in relief.

Waiting for her mother's last sword.

In her brain, a scene appeared when Shalom taught her to practice swords as a child.

It was the happiest time of her life.

Because she felt that at that moment, even if she was exhausted, she couldn't even hold her sword steadily, and she couldn't lift her hands and feet the next day.

But she had all the love of her mother.

……

"Shalom!"

A stern voice rang out out of thin air.

Shalom looked back.

On the steps of the lower town, His Majesty looked sideways at her.

Olivia, her last remaining King's Guard, and her personal butler and mage Ruby Lester.

Olivia clasped her hands in front of her chest, her torso straight, her eyes calm and full of majesty.

"Stop this senseless killing!" She shouted, "This is a contest between me and you!" ”

Shalom lowered his right hand.

She stepped over Jima and walked toward the king.

At the same time, her elites began to gather back.

The battlefield has shown certain advantages -

At least Shalom led Olga's elite to take out the guards of the lower city.

"Very well, at least you are still the Olivia whom I admire, and you have always had extraordinary courage and responsibility at this point."

Shalom spun the sword in her hand, and the rain crackled her armor.

"I still remember when you dared to go to the Wolf Fortress alone to negotiate at the time when we were in trouble with Rosalind in the Frost Fortress."

"I also remember that when we were besieged by the Windwings in the Western Wilderness Plateau, you were willing to go to them as a hostage, but in the end you exchanged for peace......"

Shalom smiled, "You are worthy of God's chosen king. ”

She raised her broadsword to her chest, and her eyes suddenly froze.

"Come on, then, I accept what you just said, this is a contest between me and you."

Shalom silently opened his mouth, silently muttering in his mind—

At the same time, it is also a contest between the royal power and the Grand Duke.

"I won't back down until I die."

"Good." Olivia smiled, "This is the Shalom I know. ”

"Thank you for mentioning my trivial exploits, but, I have to say, the Frost Fortress was defended by you, at that time López and Sekoride had been dragged into the time of death by you, and they had no way to attack anymore, I just went to give them a step.

A trivial battle of words. ”

Olivia pouted.

"As for the Windwingers, they don't have the ability to expand in the first place, and what they want is very simple-

Food, water, minerals, life-sustaining resources.

That's all, it was your extraordinary struggle that gave me a bargaining chip. ”

"What did I do?"

"Nothing."

Olivia took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "The king's power comes from you, and I only have it when you think I have power. My strength comes from you, and it is only when you think I have strength that I can become the most indestructible of the people. ”

"Other than that, I'm nothing."

Shalom's brow deepened, and his gaze drooped.

"I understand your feelings, and I understand your situation." Olivia sighed heavily, "It's entirely my responsibility to make this situation happen. ”

"But, please give me a moment and let me say a few words."

"After this, if you still want to solve the problem by going heads-up, then I won't refuse."

"Your Majesty!" Ruby looked at her in disbelief with panic in her voice.

Olivia raised her right hand and stopped her dissuasion.

"It's my decision."

"This is a decision made by me, Olivia, the current king of Itner, unrepentant!"

"Okay."

Shalom gripped the hilt of his sword and plunged it into the dirt.

"I only have ten minutes."