Robin looked at the comer, a strange expression.

It was a middle-aged man, and in her, Robin saw the shadow of Rosalind.

Her hair was scattered over her face, and she had a cross-shaped scar on her right cheek.

The visitor was dressed in a gray wolf skin, and underneath the wolf skin was a heavy black armor.

Her right hand was on the side sword.

It was a long sword with a broad blade, a thick spine and the width of two adult palms.

So much so that she was holding it behind her back, as if it was dragging it on the ground.

The eyes of this outspoken middle-aged man were fierce and fierce, and Robin looked directly into her gaze as if he had seen a hungry beast.

Fortunately, the other party's eyes were not looking at him.

The man stepped forward, and the iron boots made a dull sound.

Olivia clasped her hands to her chest, grasped the golden scepter, and looked at each other calmly.

……

"That's the Terminator of Light on the Trail, right?"

"Why is she here?"

"Yes, I thought that with the temper of the Grand Duke of the Death Sword, he would not come to such an occasion......"

"Shhhhh

Whispers were heard all around.

"Could that be Layla Nelson, the Grand Duke of the Dead Sword of the End?" Grand Duke Matida asked in a surprised whisper.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Carol lowered her voice and put a finger to her lips, motioning for her not to be too loud.

Instead, Duke Gwynn, who was sitting next to Matilda, coughed and looked at the wild-looking Archduke Layla with dazed eyes.

"Oh, yes, little Layla." She smiled slightly, extracting memories from her brain that had been confused.

The old duke stroked Mattida's hair with his hand, and said lovingly, "You must have not been born when she became the famous Grand Duke of the Dead Sword, lovely little Sephia." No wonder you don't know her. ”

Mattida rolled her eyes upwards in disgust, and if it weren't for the other person's identity, she would have wanted to knock off the hand that was crumpled like an orange peel at once.

"Lord Gwen, my name is Matilda, not Sephia, as you say you say." Matilda could only complain in this way.

But the latter did not seem to hear her at all, and the hand that Duke Gwen had placed on top of her head stopped.

Because Layla, the Duke of the Dead Sword, swept her gaze at everyone.

It was as if a cold wind was blowing in the hall, and everyone only felt that their whole body was cold when they were touched by that gaze.

……

What a terrible breath it is.

Robin only felt that he might not have had such a terrible feeling when he faced Vivian before.

It's like falling into an ice cave, but I don't know why I'm extremely nervous.

Although Robin didn't know what this person had to do with His Majesty the King, he could probably know by looking at the expressions and-for-tat glances of the two people—

The relationship between these two people is very strained.

"Looks like you're surprised by my arrival?" The visitor grinned silently.

"Do you all think that the Grand Duke of the Final Journey has gone crazy a long time ago? Or died in a dark corner you don't know? ”

The Grand Duke of the End?

When Robin heard this, he finally understood the identity of the person who came.

And she is the last duke who was so secretive that she wanted to say something before, but she was extremely sure that she would not come.

Terminator of Light, Layla Nelson, Duke of the Dead Sword.

In Jessie's history class, every time she mentions this name, she looks frightened and inexplicable.

So until now, Robin has known very little about the deeds of this archduke.

I always feel that the other party is mysterious and terrifying.

"No, I didn't."

Duke Layla raised her head proudly and brushed away the long hair that covered her left face with her left hand.

The cross-shaped scar on the face was clearly visible to everyone.

There are even many people who have remembered the terrible night that was deliberately forgotten and did not dare to mention.

"The Duke of Endway is still alive and fighting for her country, her people, and her faith."

She turned her head with a sharp gaze like a sharp sword aimed straight at King Olivia on her seat.

The king's index finger moved slightly, but there was no more response.

Compared to Layla's fierceness, Olivia seemed much calmer.

"Even if you don't welcome me, think Layla is a nasty horrible murderer, troublemaker, troublemaker." Layla's gaze swept over everyone, and everywhere she looked, people turned their heads sideways, not daring to meet her gaze.

"But," she said after a pause, in a deep voice, "at least I am still the Grand Duke of the Final Journey appointed by the first king, and I am qualified and must be here to witness the future of the kingdom." ”

As she said this, her gaze fell on Robin.

Robin was slightly stunned, but did not avoid her gaze.

The two men looked at each other.

After a few seconds, Layla smiled and withdrew her gaze.

"Looks like the new Chosen One still has some guts."

"Layla."

Calista's solemn voice rang out, and she looked at the arrogant and arrogant Grand Duke of the Dead Sword with a slight dissatisfaction, frowning slightly.

"You are indeed qualified to come to the Chosen One ceremony, and I have sent an invitation, but please observe the etiquette here, especially in the temple, under the witness of God."

"Oh yes, God."

The Duke of Death Sword raised his head and looked at the dome of the temple with a confused look.

A portrait of the god of life was painted above, and five colored halos surrounded her body, illuminated by the sun as divine.

Layla's right hand moved slightly, and the end of the greatsword lightly touched the ground with a crunch.

"I'm sorry, I'm used to this armor."

She bowed slightly, then took off her iron gloves and pinched them in her hands.

Layla Nelson, Duke of the Dead Sword, put her right hand on her chest, then turned and bowed to Calista.

The latter frowned and did not speak.

"Today is indeed a great day for the Kingdom." The corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing a playful smile, "Just like sixteen years ago." ”

"Layla!" Calista whispered with some displeasure.

"What's wrong?" She raised her chin and looked defiantly at the Emissary of Itnell, "Am I not right?" Sixteen years ago, on the day when the 3-year-old Hiselia was chosen as the Chosen One, the same gathering was the same place where the whole country celebrated. ”

Layla was immersed in the memories, her eyes a little misty, "At that time, everyone was full of hope for the future of the kingdom, and I remember that little Heiselia was held in the arms of the previous king, and she sat in that position. ”

She lifted her hand and gestured to where Olivia was sitting.

"Watch your words, Layla!" Anne, the former chief priest, stepped forward and scolded sharply.

"Behold, what a forgetful creature man is, sixteen years can make you forget what happened, and the former Chosen One, the lovely little Hiserija, whom you people regard as the future of the kingdom, the brightest star that Itnell has ever seen—

Daughter of the first king. “

……