Bang!

When a flash of lightning cut through the sky, a drizzling rain began to fall in the sky.

This night, for the entire kingdom of Itner, will have extraordinary significance, regardless of the outcome.

The smell of blood wafted through the air, and corpses lay on the ground in front of the fortress gates of the king's castle.

The battle continues, getting hotter.

Grand Duke Shalom stepped over corpses with a broadsword in hand, and broke through the outer part of the King's Castle under the cover of the secret army provided to her by Olja.

She looked up and looked at the moonlight in the sky.

The moonlight was shining on the ground, staining her cloak white.

What a similar scene.

She couldn't remember if it was the same moonlight that night sixteen years ago, when the former king was assassinated.

The only thing that is the same is -

That time it was the killing of the king.

This time, it was also the killing of the king.

But for her, the meaning is very different.

The assassination of the first king, Saviala, was a misfortune for the entire country, and for Shalom, Saviara did not have the extreme thirst for power of Olivia.

At least the Grand Dukes still had the most basic aristocratic powers.

The damned blasphemers teamed up with unknown assassins to kill Severara.

This made the young Shalom extremely angry.

Now, when she stood in the lower part of the King's Castle and looked up at the moonlight in the sky, her mood was extremely calm.

In Shalom's brain, she seemed to coincide with some mysterious shadow.

And when she looked down, she could only find some mottled light and shadow on the city walls.

It was a wonderful illusion, and even though she knew it couldn't happen, in her mind was the scene of the assassins breaking into the King's castle sixteen years ago—

Some of the Assassins leapt in from the top of the wall and engaged the sentries on the wall.

Several of the Assassins clung to the wall like geckos with unusual dexterity, and a knife burst out of their wide cloaks and plunged into the sentries' throats.

At the same time, a loud popping sound was heard from the main entrance.

I don't know if it was magic or great power, but the heavy gate of the king's castle was smashed.

A group of black-clad Assassins broke through the gate and engaged the guards.

At the same time, surrounded by them, a mysterious figure walked out of the crowd.

Yes, I don't know why, but at this moment, in Shalom's brain, the leader of the assassins appeared in such a strange and cold way-

Her eyes were cold, oblivious to what was happening around her, and she walked straight forward, every step so firm and sure, that she didn't seem to care about the guards who stood in her way.

The leader of the Assassins was as cold as a king.

And the truth is just as she thought, every time she takes a step forward, someone will naturally cut away the obstacles in front of her.

So, as she stepped forward, the soldiers were killed by the Assassins one after another, and they bounced off the sides in an extremely strange way.

The leader of the Assassins stepped over the corpse, raised his head haughtily, and walked through the gate, before gradually meeting Shalom.

She walked over to where Shalom was standing, overlapping with her body.

Then, under Shalom's astonished gaze, the masked leader of the Assassins held the same posture as her, looking up at the moonlight in the sky.

Whew-

A gust of wind blew and lifted Shalom's cloak.

At the same time, the Assassin leader's shirt swung in the same direction.

"Your Excellency!"

"Your Excellency!"

It was then that a distant shout pulled Shalom's thoughts back.

When she lowered her head, all the strange sights that had just come to her mind disappeared.

The Assassins, the Assassin leaders, and the guards who had been assassinated at the time were gone.

Now, at her feet, there was nothing but wet earth, and flowing blood and corpses.

"Your Excellency, please hurry!"

Her soldiers shouted to her in the distance.

Yes, her soldiers.

The elite that Aojia had prepared for her, for this night, no matter who their previous masters were, at least at this moment-

They are hers.

And she can't live up to these people, let alone Aojia.

It's a battle where everything is at stake.

Die or live.

Those elites, like the wonderful sights she had imagined before, cut a bloody path for her.

Shalom clearly saw the King's Hall in the distance.

The rain grew louder and louder, washing the ground with blood on her iron boots.

There was no hesitation in Shalom's eyes, and he took a step forward.

Trample!

Another step.

Trample!

It was a strange feeling, and even though the shouts and rain around her were so loud, she felt that the whole world had become quiet.

She could even hear her own breathing clearly.

And the deafening sound of a heartbeat.

Shalom suddenly understood why the Assassin leader in her previous illusion had such a calm and cold look in his eyes—

When a person has the courage to live to die, gamble everything and step into a desperate situation.

The whole person's blood will become cold.

Shalom held his sword and moved forward with determination and regularity, oblivious to everything that was happening around him.

At this time, the Grand Duke of Yuyan was as cold as a king.

[You say, if it wasn't Olivia who went to the palace to keep the precepts, it was you]

Oka turned his head sideways and raised an eyebrow.

[You say, will it be, the people who are on the Moonlight Throne in Haoyue City today ......]

[It became you? 】

Olga's words at that time seemed to be still in her ears, and Shalom vividly remembered the scene when she said them.

I thought it was just an abomination to tease and mock her, but now that I think about it, Shalom suddenly realizes that Olga really said it at that time.

So that's it......

So that's it......

Shalom stopped as if struck by lightning.

There were warm droplets of water flowing down his face, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain.

Her right hand trembled uncontrollably.

Shalom's eyes were fixed on the top of his feet, the rain-washed iron boots, like a boulder splitting the blood flowing from above into two streams.

She took a deep breath of cold air, then looked up.

It was at this moment that her gaze returned to calm and coldness.

History cannot be assumed, but the future can be grasped.

Her right hand gripped the hilt of the sword tighter, as if she were holding the fate of herself and the kingdom as well.

"Olja, what I've been lacking is courage."

Shalom murmured softly.

"But, thank you."

Thank you for giving me enough courage in such a decisive way.

Grand Duke Shalom of Yuiwa took a sharp step forward.

The feet rumbled, splashing all over the ground.

It was at this moment that a white figure appeared behind her.