The leaves hanging from the branches drooped, and the insects and pigs also stopped their sounds, and in the courtyard of the large university, the needles could be heard.

One qiē happened so fast that the nobles didn't have time to react, as if in the blink of an eye, their supreme queen Xià knelt on the thirty-one steps of St. Cantipe's Palace, most of the empire's extreme powerhouses were killed and wounded, the entire White Rose Garden was in shambles, the forbidden army was staggered, and the Yanqi knights were unconscious.

The descendants of Sword Saint Daurus were still standing intact at the main entrance, not even moving half a step.

The silver queen has ruled the empire for decades, and it may not be satisfactory for the nobles, although the emperor of the previous generation is strong, but always gives the nobles three points of face, the queen treats the nobles like her pet dog, and the harmony between the nobles and the royal family has long been gone.

But the opponents had long since left, and all that was present was a close letter from the queen, allowing a foreigner to make a show of power in the empire, and the nobles could not accept it - even if this person was the grandson of the sword saint Darus.

However, the problem is that no one dares to do anything, and what does Brando's strength tell them to oppose?

There was an embarrassing silence for a while.

Until the sound of the sword being retracted and sheathed broke the silence—

Brando put away his sword and slowly walked into the White Rose Garden, and after he sneered at the Silver Queen, he didn't even look at the latter-≧, but walked straight to the mountain girl who was standing on the spot.

Akane looked at him blankly, her expression dumbfounded, a little funny. She seemed to have fallen under some kind of magic, and froze on the spot.

Until Brando walked up to her, reached out and straightened the messy hair from her forehead behind her ear, and said to her, "I'm sorry, I'm late." Madder. ”

Hundreds of people watched in silence.

The nobles of the empire were speechless.

Métisa's eyes were full of relief and a little envy; Charles and Mordface both smiled; Fayna bit her lower lip; Andreg was bored and looked to the side; Old Nidwin and Grand Duke Kabana each shook their heads, they were not like young people who showed their emotions outwardly, but they were a little difficult to express in their hearts.

On the one hand, it is to witness the birth of a legend, but it is the empire that is the stepping stone to this, if this happened in Faenzan. Even two old men can probably use this as a talking point for a while.

But in the Empire.

Delphien watched this scene with a complicated expression, and everything she knew seemed to be completely subverted in the previous moment.

The prime minister's daughter was blank in her mind at the moment, and she suddenly felt some unspeakable pain in her heart, and even her fingertips were slightly white.

Akane couldn't see her inner thoughts clearly, but the shyness in her body gradually receded, and after such a long journey, she also matured rapidly. When Brando swept her hair behind her ears. Feeling the heat coming from the other party's hand, the mountain girl shivered slightly, she silently lowered her head and leaned against the warm chest of the lord.

She burst into tears.

This was completely beyond Brando's expectations, and the daring of the mountain maiden struck him like a sharp arrow, but he didn't even have time to feel caught off guard, and a deep heartache came over him, and he could clearly feel how thin and weak the girl was in his arms. Her shoulders trembled slightly, as if countless days and nights of uneasiness and sleepless fear had soaked in his heart.

The helplessness and sorrow of fate being at the mercy of others. It is so profound and palpitating that only those who have also experienced it can understand it, and those who are high up and above have no way of understanding it.

At this moment, Brando only thought of the burning Eruin, how similar their fate was to this girl at that time, and he and the others, who had lost their inner support, were even more helpless than Akane at this moment.

Silently. The hatred for the Silver Queen in his heart couldn't help but increase.

But it was at this time that he felt a cold and soft object touch his lips, and this surprise was not trivial, and Brando's eyes widened, only to find that Akane's arms had wrapped around his neck at some point. She tilted her head, her eyelashes trembling slightly from her closed eyes, and the lovely subtle fluff on her cheeks was clearly visible.

Brando also seems to have fallen under a wonderful spell, and is completely unable to move.

Hundreds of imperial nobles watched this scene unfold, and they couldn't make a sound as they looked at the two young men in the kiss.

What a beautiful scene for the nobles, the knight saves the princess, perfectly fitting the pursuit of beauty and romance in the upper class of the empire.

But what embarrassed them was that they didn't know what position to face this scene, and they didn't even dare to look at Her Majesty the Queen, lest they let the other party see the wavering in their hearts.

"Akane is so brave." Medisa sighed quietly.

"But even I have to admit it," replied Charles, "this is the reward that the lord deserves, and this miracle is worth a kiss, and I can hardly tell which is more valuable than the other." ”

"Mr. Charles, please speak carefully." Medisa glanced at the unobtrusive wizard in disgust.

"Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret in front of Miss Roman, but I don't think she'll care much." Charles replied with a wink.

Even Medisa couldn't say anything now, for her face was red.

The old prime minister Niedwin did not express his position, he was more old-fashioned when he was young, and the first emperor also took a fancy to his stability, but he was still tolerant and lenient for young people; Grand Duke Hanaba smiled, as if remembering the romance and unruliness of his youth, he gently patted his daughter's shoulder: "A good young man." ”

"Father," Faina snorted fiercely, "I'm running away from home." ”

"Running away from home again?" Grand Duke Hanaba couldn't help but laugh.

The girl rolled her blue eyes, and it was hard to tell what was going on in her heart.

The Silver Queen also looked at this scene -

"He is completely different from his grandfather......" At this moment, such a strange thought occurred in the heart of the queen, and even the frustration and pain of defeat dissipated most of it.

She knelt on the cold marble floor, the light of the floor almost reflecting her beautiful face, a face that had not been eroded by the years, from which she saw herself as a princess.

What a great time it was......

Unfortunately, I almost can't remember.

When did things start to get different?

She thought silently.

It was a long corridor of darkness and depth. On both sides of the corridor are arched windows, in which many memories of the past are reflected, and she sees the wilderness of the four realms, the bright spring light, the sunny courtyard, and the sisters together. I saw my brother, and I saw my father, Grantody the Great.

It seemed to be something that happened in another dream, hazy, like a mirror.

She saw countless banners, the glory of the empire had just begun, her father passed the throne to her, she passed the throne to her brother's first son, she saw the glorious court, the kingdoms coming to court. The territory of the empire, under her watchful eye, expanded in all directions, and then war broke out, and the knights heroically attacked the army of the undead.

In the decades since, she has grown old and wrinkled, but the empire has grown stronger day by day. She has gradually lost the memory of her youth, but there is still a fire burning in her heart.

Father's entrustment. I didn't disobey after all.

She stood in the darkness and saw a qiē that happened in her dream, she ** stepped on the cold floor with her feet, looking at the drooping old self, dressed in white, and her youth was forever. But he was so helpless that he seemed to be abandoned by the whole world.

Why?

Why is this happening?

She looked at her hands, slender and slender, decades of time, without carving a texture on them, but pale as if they were ghosts.

Smack. A drop of icy liquid landed on the palm of his hand, and Constance realized that he was crying.

How many years ago was the last time I shed tears?

She couldn't remember.

This dream, like a shattering mirror, shattered with a bang.

The glittering shards cut her skin, and the blood flowed out, shining with a golden light, but she didn't realize it.

She finally remembered a qiē in that distant dream.

At the end of the hallway, she saw the mysterious altar, exactly as it had been sixty years ago, with no changes to the furnishings around it.

She saw her sixteen-year-old self, she saw Gwendoline, the dragon queen, and she saw the tall and handsome figure.

Three men fell by the altar.

And above the altar, a baby girl, with picturesque eyebrows, perfect as if it were the work of the Creator.

"Your Highness Princess, you can't do this!"

"Mr. Darus, this is my fault, and I must be held responsible for it, do you want to watch the whole world bury us?"

"Miss Gwendoline, you must stop Her Highness the Princess!"

"Gwendoline, you are a court warlock, you are responsible for the survival of the Empire, you have come to help me complete this ceremony."

"But...... Her Royal Highness the Princess......"

"Gwendoline, there are many princesses in the Empire, but Vaughnd has only one."

"Your Highness......"

"I have made up my mind, if I can protect the empire and protect this land I love deeply, it is also my greatest wish."

The Silver Queen looked at her sixteen-year-old self in a daze, at the silver princess of the empire, and the tears in her eyes couldn't stop falling.

The memories have become so vivid and profound, and the fragments of the past that have abandoned her for decades seem to come back to life at this moment.

She finally remembered that it was the beginning and the end of a qiē.

And the picture in front of me began to change.

It was a picture from countless years ago—

Meteorites that fell from the sky burned through the clouds, leaving bright marks on the golden-red sky, and countless crowds fled across the endless plains.

Sporadic battles continue to take place above the Elemental Frontier, with the occasional flash of explosion dotted around the fortress of 'Babel'.

She saw a dragon covering half the sky, its outstretched wings stretching from the south to the north of the Great Plains, stretching across the sky, its neck curved like a giant tower of clouds.

There is an endless coercion all over the body.

There was a rumble between the clouds, and the shining tower was falling apart—

She saw another picture.

The blood-like remnant sun shone through the twelve obsidian columns and into the hall, a network of lattices glittering on the smooth floor.

The robed crowd was slowly entering the hall.

One of them looked up and looked around, and there were thirteen people around him, all dressed in the same robes but of different colors.

"I propose to open the Council of Truth."

A voice said.

"Agreed."

"The truth will agree."

"The Ring of Ashes agrees."

"Agreed."

The man she saw was dressed in a robe that was red on the left and black on the right, with a dark gold stand-up collar at the neckline, and an Ouroboros called ouroboros entwined around the robe.

Another voice spoke:

"The Silver Eye is responsible for recording meetings and does not participate in voting."

The speaker was dressed in a gray robe with a silver stand-up collar, and the emblem on his body was a huge door, and a narrow eye grew from the door, as if looking down on the heavens and the earth, and seeing all things.

A voice arose in the Silver Queen's heart, the Eye of Quinine, the Silver Council.

The people on either side of the man were all dressed in the same attire, but the patterns within the giant gate were different, one was an evergreen spear, and the other was a silver scale.

"The administrator of the arbitration door is absent." One of them said.

"Then the inquisitors will not express their opinions." The other should be reconciled.

"The arbitral tribunal withdraws from the meeting—" said the head of Silver Eye at once.

"Agreed." The presiding officer spoke.

"The Earth Army appoints Odin as a plenipotentiary." The two people on the right spoke, black robes, golden stand-up collars, and emblems are all seven stars in the ring, but the stars are different.

Two voices rang in her head, the Raging Dragon, Alphes; The dragon of wisdom, the crystal.

"So-"

The next moment, the Silver Queen saw everyone looking at her.

"Agreed." She replied subconsciously.

"Tong guò."

The presiding officer raised his hand.

"An absentee vote ensues—"

"Opponents take a step forward."

There was a dead silence in the hall.

"Unanimous."

"Program Name."

Surface.

"Number."

“ae973034x。”

"Codename."

"Project Vaughnde."

Her voice gradually became buzzing, as if she were in the middle of a busy city, both personally involved and coldly watching, some words became clear in her ears, others became muffled, and then intermittently.

The Silver Queen stood in the crowd blankly, as if she finally remembered that she had experienced this qiē herself.

That may have been countless decades ago, or it could have been decades ago.

She suddenly became a little frightened and shook her head slightly.

"Martha-sama......"

"Don't ......"

"Please."

But the brilliance in front of him was still lost, and everything became pitch black.

In the darkness came the sound of a girl crying in a low voice.

…… (To be continued......)