The room was quiet, and Gnavier sniffed the fragrance of the person in her arms, and gently closed her eyes, as if intoxicated by this moment.

Outside the house, the snow was still fluttering, moving with the wind like an elf, and the thick snow wrapped the heavens and the earth in a silver-white coat, like a dream.

Feeling the body temperature and softness of the person on her back, looking at the white and flawless world outside, Lia rarely did not think about the development of this country anymore, but immersed her mind in it and savored it.

"Now, Leah, I'm asking you something. Time was of the essence at such moments, and after an unknown amount of time, Leah was awakened by the voice of Gnavel.

"What's the matter?"

"It's the big battle with France a few months ago. Gnavier said as she put her arm around Leah. Then he said, "Why don't you just attack France?

"What's wrong?" asked Lia, confused, she didn't understand how Gnavier, who wasn't usually interested in this kind of thing, could suddenly ask this.

"Because, now people outside are talking about this. When I heard them, I wanted to know, too. Gnevelle pouted dissatisfied.

"Hehe, that's right. Hearing this, Lia chuckled.

She also knew that after all, in the great battle a few months ago, the British army had clearly had the upper hand, but in the end it suddenly retreated, which made most people puzzled, and it was normal to discuss it in private.

"Because, at that time, Britain couldn't eat this good meal in France. Leah whispered as she looked out the window. "It's going to take it. ”

Hearing this, Gnavier thought for a moment, then shook her head and said, "I don't understand, I obviously have an advantage, why can't I eat it?"

"That's just the surface. Leah shook her head and repudiated Gnavele's words, and continued, "It looks like we have the upper hand in Britain, but it's not. Although we in Britain relied on cavalry stronger than France, we defeated the French army of 100,000 with 70,000 troops. But that was only the beginning, the French had not yet reacted, and after a while they gathered more troops, then even if they relied on numbers, they could close the gap in strength, and you should not forget, that was their home field, and it was very easy to gather an army. ”

"In addition, Crotaire has also arrived, although he has only brought back more than 10,000 people, but his prestige in France is unparalleled, as long as he gives an order, the nobles who hid the troops in their hands before, dare to resist?

"That's right, after all, we Britain don't have any backup in France, the army can't be replenished, and there is a lack of material things, once we stalemate with them, we will definitely lose a lot, after all, our Britain is not as deep as France. Their development over the years is far from what we can compare with now. "Gnavier is not stupid, after Liya said this, she also reacted.

"Well, you're right, what we're missing in Britain now is heritage and national strength, after all, we have lived under the invasion of the Saxons for so many years, where can we have any savings. Moreover, those princes and generals are ruling by cutting the land, dividing the land and sealing the king, and the country has been ruined long ago. Leah said with a soft sigh.

"Hmph, those pigs' heads should have died a long time ago. Gnavelle snorted.

"You're scolding your father too. Leah smiled and looked at Gnavelle and said.

"Hmph, my father doesn't count, he surrenders unconditionally. Hearing this, Gnavel blushed, and then snorted.

"Alright, okay, I'm not going to tease you. Seeing Gnavier's blushing face, Leah chuckled.

"Hmph. Gnavelle snorted and said, "Aren't we too cheap for them?"

"Yes, they can't be too cheap, since they want to invade my Britain, where can they not pay the price, the Kingdom of Saxony captured by Gawain and them is ours. Leah said with a sneer.

"This is the end of the dark ages in our Britain. Then, as if thinking of something, Leah's face darkened, and she said with a sigh.

"Aren't you afraid to wait for France to recover and take back the Kingdom of Saxony?" asked Gnavelle, confused.

"They won't, first, their strength is now greatly damaged, they won't fully recover in ten years, they probably won't be able to act in a short time, and when they recover, do you think Britain still needs to be afraid of them at any time?" asked Leah, turning her head to look at Gnavier.

"Well, I have faith in you. Looking at the girl's confident face, Gnavier whispered.

"Second, Saxony does not have much influence on their native France, even if it is taken away by us, it is not much loss, I am afraid that his face is not good-looking. ”

"Well, you're the right choice. Gnavelle said.

"That's why I withdrew when I didn't have much loss, after all, we can't lose any troops now. The British Isles have not yet been truly unified, and they still have to guard against Eastern Rome, although France now has no strength to attack us, but who knows if they will fall into hell because they are unwilling to fight back. Leah said quietly.

Quietly looking at the girl's calm and abnormal face, even when she said such a sinister form, her expression remained unchanged.

How could that petite body, about the same age as her, and thin shoulders be able to carry this country in crisis?

What kind of faith do you have to carry such a responsibility with that thin body?

What kind of persistence will make you so strong and determined?

Gnavelle suddenly felt extremely distressed, this young girl in the flower season should have enjoyed a life as brilliant as gold, but because of the burden of the country, she gave up a happy life, saved the country as a king, and practiced the way of a saint, how much did she get?

Is it the bloody battlefield that should not have appeared in her happy life, or the lonely throne, or the name of the 'demon' that is worshipped from afar, and the 'demon' who is feared and cursed by the enemy?

She gave up her identity and life as a woman, shouldered the burden of the country, and saved her country, but what she got was not as good as she imagined.

However, even so, she has no complaints, and is still working hard for a better life for the people.

This is the most beautiful and poor Artoria in the eyes of Gnevele.

However, she was deeply fascinated by such Artoria.

You are the guardian of the country, so I hope I can protect you.

Even if I can't do anything, I can't help you kill the enemy, I can't help you govern the country. But I hope that when you go home, you will not be the king who is feared by all people, you will not be lonely, and you will enjoy the warmth that you should enjoy as a person.

PS: Thank you for the reward from 'My King Forever', thank you for your support from the beginning of this book, I hope it's not too late.

Thanks to the three evaluation votes of "Black Pig", in fact, we really want to be like other authors, and proudly say, 'In order to thank so-and-so for his support, today's three more, four more or something, but now we are already the limit of two watches, after all, we are still studying.

Well, and those friends who supported me, thank you. Although the recommended ticket is still on the street

Book review for brushing, anyway, I have a lot of essence, why is this sentence so weird to me?

I once had a dream.,I said,I'm going to write the first finished Saber fandom.,This dream is still there.,Although when we say this now.,There's not that much confidence anymore.

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