The girl in the white robe stood upright on the deck, her long golden hair blown by the fierce sea breeze, and her indifferent and majestic face appeared under the blonde hair. She clutched the scepter of power in her hand, and the fanged lion roared in her hand.

The trembling tail of the robe revealed the girl's slender and slender legs like bamboo branches, and the sharp fish-beaked heels were stuck into the ground like straight thorns, and she moved lightly like lotus steps, standing in front of the railing, looking at the sea with eyes as deep as a valley.

"Emperor, are you thinking about that admiral again?" The Duke of York, who appeared beside the lion with crisp footsteps, asked softly, her beautiful body completely wrapped in the red cross and white robe, and her right hand always clenched the long sword at her waist, ready to draw the sword at any time like a ready warrior, and point it at the enemy in front of her.

"Yes," the lion inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly, as if mourning. "I didn't expect that the world has changed so much now, and we who could go to other people's town guards to force them to break the contract have begun to fall behind, and now it is no longer a world that can be judged by us."

"The emperor doesn't need to worry so much about this, although so much time has passed, our current strength can still determine the entire world." The Duke of York drew the long knife in his hand slightly and replied forcefully.

As the secretary ship of the emperor's side, what she needs to do is to become a virtuous minister, solve problems for the emperor, and tell her that the world is still in her hands when she is confused, and although the imperial power has not shown her majesty for so many years, no one dares to doubt her strong strength, nor does she challenge it without knowing it.

Although the current world is a little strange to them, the Duke of York believes that as long as the knife in his hand is sharp enough, he can cut through all confusion.

"But we can't say anything in front of the Governor's Mansion now, as in the past, our words and deeds determined the entire Governor's Palace, but now the identities of the two are quietly changing, and there has been a great reversal." The lion sighed slightly, as if she felt the passage of power that had been held tightly in her hands, and the loss that she was slowly falling from the throne.

"But I believe that as long as the emperor is willing, the glory of the royal town guard in the past will surely shine on the whole world again." The Duke of York was confident about the future and did not feel that anyone could challenge their authority.

"No, there's no going back, and when I made that decision years ago, I knew it would be like this many years later." The lion closed his eyes and sighed, recalling the scheming face at the beginning, and his indifferent face showed a bitter smile.

"I think the decision back then was the biggest mistake of the emperor, if the king chose the latter at that time, I am afraid that it will not be the avant-garde who is standing at the height of the governor's palace now, but the emperor." The Duke of York bent slightly and whispered respectfully. Although she had never had any doubts about the emperor's authority, she still couldn't understand why the emperor at that time made such a wrong decision, which made the shining royal majesty instantly dim, and most people have forgotten the name of the royal guard to this day.

The lion did not give a direct answer, but looked at the sea and laughed softly, and the laughter gradually drowned in the indifferent sea breeze. "Maybe in York, in your opinion, when the emperor makes a decision, he should consider the overall situation, rather than care about small gains and losses, but I am not as indifferent as you think, I will cry and laugh, I will be proud and confused. You know, I'm not an emotionless piece of steel, but a lion in the name of the emperor, so I think carefully when making any decision. Even if I were to make a choice now, I would still make a choice that seemed wrong to you, York, not because I was stubborn, but because that choice was best for you. ”

Everyone only knows that the tough style of the Royal Town Keeper House Lion represents the avant-garde will of the Governor's Palace, and he can take his ship wife to the town guard mansion of Mercaren, one of the big families at the time, to force him to break the contract with his ship wife.

And no one knows what kind of compromise she made for the sake of those shipwives, so she got the decision that Mercaren was willing to break the contract with the ship's mother.

According to the agreement with the Macallon at the time, after his pact with the Infinite and War-Weary Contact, the Lion and the Royal Guardian she represented must not reappear in the eyes of the world for a period of time until he is completely dead.

In other words, Mercaren only used the price of the two shipwives in exchange for the fall of the entire royal town guard, so that the glory representing the royal family was completely dimmed at that moment.

In the eyes of everyone, this was not an unequal exchange at all, except for the fool who was willing to nod his head, and the advice given by the Duke of York at the time was also to reject such an exchange.

Because at that time, the Royal Guard's Mansion was appointed by the Governor's Palace, and he promised to use his own strength to help the avant-garde, who had only sat on the position of secretary general of the Governor's Palace, complete the purge of the big family.

But even though the Duke of York put all the powerful relations in front of the lion, the young girl, who had only just ascended the throne, still shook her head, denied the opinion of the Duke of York, the minister, and agreed to this treaty that should not have been agreed.

Although it was exchanged for the two ship maidens who were extremely incomparable and war-weary, it also led to the complete decline of the Royal Town Guard.

"But it's really ...... with so many years of silence in the town guard mansion Is it worth it? The Duke of York asked softly, now that Macallen was dead, and the contract they had signed was as null and void as a yellow leaf.

However, when they appeared in the eyes of everyone again, the world was no longer up to them.

"The life of the ship's mother is not precious in the eyes of those self-proclaimed superior admirals, but in my eyes, every ship's mother is an existence that we cannot lose." The lion gave its own answer in a sonorous voice, and the lion scepter in his hand let out a silent cry in the sunlight. "So no matter how many times I'm asked to make that choice, I still won't hesitate to make a decision that seems foolish to you, York."

With a wry smile of helplessness, the Duke of York straightened up and stood beside the lion, gazing with her at the blue of the sea. "So the first thing the emperor did after the contract was annulled was to spread his light to the world again?"

"Yes, because I won't let the admiral who is not worthy of the royal ship girl stalk them to the death, of course, if the admiral of the avant-garde is good enough, I think we can find a good home for the ship girl who wants to sign a contract in the town guard mansion." She shrugged her shoulders and chuckled, her sharp eyes rippling with gentle waves.

"Does the ship's mother who wants to sign a contract also include you?" The Duke of York asked in a joking tone, his grip on the hilt of his sword slowly relaxed.

"Who knows?" The lion spread his hands slightly, "Maybe like you said, I'm also one of those shipwives who want to find a commander to sign a contract." She replied in an ambiguous tone, giving no clear answer to the Duke of York's question.

"In that case, there will be no Admiral in the Royal Guard's Palace." The Duke of York went on to say that he seemed to be worried about the future of the Warden.

"No, it won't." The lion shook his head vigorously, "Because sooner or later, Emperor Ou III will appear, and he will take the scepter in my hand and continue to fulfill the duties of the Admiral." ”

"Could it be him?"

The lion did not answer the question, but looked at the sea in silence, her long golden hair fluttering in the wind, revealing a gentleness as rare as her eyes.