Although for the emir, strength is a quality that has been instilled in private teachers since childhood. But whether it is deception or loss, the pain is far stronger. She clutched her mouth tightly, her weak shoulders trembling slightly, and tears streaming down the back of her hand on the letterhead, as sad as she had been when she had been caught on the back of a knight and bid farewell to the ancient city of Cottemia. No griffin knight will fly across the Pacific, no hope before dawn, not even a homeland or a longing. All the past and persistence have become a bubble between the lines, even the wild chrysanthemums and Rothschild are so vague, like an iceberg melted away by the sun god, and it will not be tall or majestic.

She called her father's name over and over again, and she finally understood the truth of the matter. She was furious at Konstantin's well-intentioned deception. She longed to get on her fast horse and return to the ancient city of Kormes with her sword and crystal bow now, if it couldn't reverse the ruin, it was much better than staying in a greenhouse and suffering. She wants revenge, she wants all the people of the Dole family to bury Cottmes, she wants to pull out the fox tail of the conspirators behind the scenes, and punish the wicked severely. She wanted to do so much that she couldn't fit it in her head.

"It was not heroic tragedy, but the suicide of the lowly. The first thing a knight learns is to be calm. The first thing an envoy learns is to be able to speak well. The first thing a doctor learns is that life comes first. And the first thing the deceased prince learned was to wipe away his tears. This is the consulate of the Kingdom of Cotter in the harbor capital, equipped with a loyal old butler, a light general, three vice consuls, and a number of servants with zero combat effectiveness, all of whom are at the disposal of Her Royal Highness the Princess! ”

Silk, who appeared in front of the emir, dressed in the formal brocade robes of a second-class consul with a serious expression, knelt behind her, the old knight Matthews, and the consul, who was also dressed in official attire, and about twenty servants.

The military-like tone, sassy with iron and blood, compared with the teary-eyed emir, it is like two people. In the end, she is just a small nobleman who has never experienced a real battlefield, and has been living a life of fine clothes and fine food, and with the assistance of private technical teachers and etiquette officials, she has grown up happily until now.

"Everybody is lying to me, everybody! Liars, liars...... Swindler!!! ”

She cried and tried to rush out, but crashed into the female knight blocking the doorway, repeating the words above.

"Listen to the emir, we have no way back, all of Rothschild, has been unconditionally dedicated to the war, and the consul general, Fat Pig Pikafor, betrayed Cottemes a month ago and stood in front of the camp of the Dole family. The reserve funds of Werther Manor are too weak to support the equipment expenses of a high-ranking knight order, and what is even more interesting is that your subordinates and I have to screw off the traitor's pig's head alone. ”

The paranoid Valkyrie bordered on cold-blooded perseverance, which in the eyes of the old knight Matthews was the traditional quality of the generals of Cottemias. As the most senior veteran of the kingdom, he had eagle-like sharp eyes and an impeccable eye for his eyes, and when he heard the news of the defeat of His Majesty Constantine, he did not grieve like the other officials, but showed the composure of a good minister, and gathered all the information about the Werther Manor, that is, the national consulate, and sent it to the eldest princess, Simier, although his withered heart had long since overflowed, and he secretly prayed many times.

Contrary to the mainstream state, the Cottemias were an independent people, and successive kings were very cautious about their religious status, and did not open dictatorial institutions such as the Papal Hall and the Holy Inquisition, but ironically established the Inquisition to punish unruly heretics, and officials with a little political experience understood that this was nothing more than a small trick by Constantine out of fear of order, although the Muse who led the barbarian kingdom to civilization did the same. …

"Look at these, my sorrowful princess, the invitation from the banker, the funny family, who only do funny things, and I can imagine how anxious John and his sisters were to wash away the humiliation they had suffered in Noah's Ark."

Emile, who wiped away his tears, motioned to the old butler Matthews to retreat with his servants, stuffed the letter into the envelope and put it away, and said reluctantly: "What kind of invitation is it, is it going to fight a decisive battle with a woman?" ”

Seeing her sister recover from tears to tsundere attributes, Si Mier smiled sincerely: "Don't look down on the opponent, that family doesn't have the quality of a great careerist, just a few tickets to the arena, when the Grand Guild William will be present in person, of course, it will not be the kind of mechanical fight between slaves, but a regular knight and magician friendship performance, but choosing to meet on that occasion, does it indirectly explain a lot of problems?" ”

The emir nodded, with undried tears on his little face, and said, "Crojudi III, the kindest and most friendly consul, as described in my father's letter. ”

Si Mi'er blinked her eyes, spread her hands and said embarrassedly: "But reality may not describe it like this, His Majesty the Emperor's original intention was to ask me to take you into the Senate in the harbor, but after learning that the fat pig Pikafu was treasonous, I had to disobey his old man's order, because even the best astrologer in order cannot control the future." ”

Emir nodded habitually, she already had a certain sense of attachment to her sister, but in a remote sense, it didn't mean that this was a bad thing, just like a gifted and intelligent magician, without the guidance of a good mentor, it would be difficult to break through in the current field. Not to mention the political warfare that is more complicated than the realm of magic.

"By the way, mercenary speakers and chakra maniacs aren't really going to be snacks for sharks, are they?"

"It seems that you are very concerned about them, but it is fortunate to say that the crimson trial guy has unexpectedly awakened after drinking half a bottle of dark blue "recovery hot spring", and I suspect that there must be some kind of scarce blood flowing in his weak body comparable to a woman, perhaps the illegitimate son of some old professor of Lista and the royal archwitch. As for the funny mercenary gentleman, he was so tired that he only had the strength to sleep. However, there is an unbelievable place, how did he get around the volcanic pillar to reach the skylight of the grand staircase with a person on his back, even if it is an unpopular power thief, he may not be able to escape, and the burned face is beyond recognition, I am afraid that there is a huge danger lurking everywhere. ”

The more she spoke, the more exaggerated she became, and her subconscious even suspected that she was lying, because the psychological state of the shipwreck, the harsh subjective conditions, and the difficult geographical location all marked that this was an impossible task.

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