"Thank you. ”

Scarlett lowered her eyes and said.

Eretia stared at Scarlett. In the phoenix eyes that she was familiar with, full of pride, indifference and contempt, what she saw was an extremely complicated look.

It was hard for Eretia to describe what it was, but she was sure it wasn't the look of a man who had killed Fred and captured her, leaving her in a humiliating position. It's not just about seeing the eyes of a benefactor who saved his life.

If I had to describe it, it should be a kind of eyes that are a little afraid, some want to get closer, and have a strong possessive look.

Just like in her memory, during a royal hunt when she was a child, she saw a baby magic lion that was captured alive.

The cuteness of the little magic lion conquered Scarlett. But her reckless approach cost her injuries. However, Scarlett did not give up. For a long time after that, she struggled with the little demon lion. She didn't even allow others to intervene to help.

It wasn't until a year later that Scarlett conquered the already majestic little magic lion.

But only a month later, she watched it die in the Colosseum.

Scarlett is very possessive.

Elethia knew this from a young age. When they were children, no matter what the sisters looked at at at at the same time, Scarlett eventually got it.

At the same time, Scarlett has a strong desire to conquer.

She had never liked being the lord of the county. She prefers to be a boy and conquer the whole world with her strength. Let all haughty beings be subservient to her knees. Growing up, she admired only her cousin Augustus. Anyone else, she doesn't care.

No matter how powerful the existence is, to her, it is like that little magic lion. She enjoyed the process of conquest, and once she got it. She gets tired of it quickly.

They will even be disgusted by the submission of the other party.

But...... Eretia thought that this young man named Leo was not the demon lion.

For some reason, Eretia had a feeling that Scarlett was playing with fire. This young man is 10,000 times more dangerous than that magic lion. If Scarlett is still in that state of mind, then. She will pay a price she can't imagine.

After a thank you, Scarlett hugged Roy like everyone else.

"I'm going to say I'm sorry for what happened. Scarlett whispered, "It's a little unpleasant, but I know you're just being forced to fight back." Besides, whatever you did, at least you saved me this time, then. Can I say that we're even?"

Roy was a little surprised. Scarlett's meekness made him a little uncomfortable.

He had a smile on his face, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

Scarlett's lowered eyes flashed with a hint of surprise and slyness, and when she raised her head, her gaze became unusually soft. There is even some admiration and awe.

She bit her lip and said, "So, can we be friends?"

Friend?

Roy looked at Scarlett. The corners of his mouth hooked up a playful smile.

He hadn't forgotten this noble and proud county lord. Nominally, it's still his own slave girl.

Although there is some bad taste, Roy has to admit that every time he thinks about it, he feels very happy. He even imagined Scarlett in a light white cotton dress, leading the way with a candlestick in front of her, and walking into the room with her breakfast in a sunny morning.

With their own knowledge of this woman. Being friends with her is perhaps the worst option in the world. Besides, in terms of the personalities of the two, even friends will fall out quickly, right?

I'm sorry, miss. You are my slave girl. Thinking silently, the expression on Roy's face did not change in the slightest.

"Of course. Roy said, "It's better to have more friends than multiple enemies." ”

"Well," Scarlett smiled, "that's a word." ”

"It's a deal. Roy was also smiling brightly.

After talking to Scarlett, Roy turned his head to look.

At this time, the whole valley was silent. The eyes of countless people are focused on him. Everything that happened in the abyss was spreading in all directions, centered on the lords and nobles. More and more soldiers know that this black-haired young man is the hero who saved the battle and saved everyone.

I don't know when, the applause rang out again.

First there were a few sporadic people, and then, it quickly spread. In the end, this applause swept through the entire valley, swept tens of thousands of soldiers, and converged into a raging tide, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

The cheers were deafening.

If everyone thought that this victory came inexplicably, and even the cheers were a little lacking, then now, this suppressed emotion has finally been released most completely.

This time, the cheers were far more enthusiastic than the moment when Rondello walked out of the blood sacrifice passage.

At this moment, everyone has not only joy, but also pride!

Yes, they won.

Won a great victory destined to be etched in history.

Tens of thousands of soldiers and hundreds of mercenaries, inside and outside the abyss, in places where they could not see each other, fought two wars at the same time. And in the end, they defeated the demon under the leadership of Adolf and the dark-haired youth. This glory belongs to humanity, to the Empire of Saint-Solan, and even more to Lulian.

They won this war without the help of other empires. With their lives and blood, they saved the entire continent. This is a miracle, and the existence of that black-haired youth allows them to proudly tell everyone that this miracle was created by them together.

The devil did not retreat inexplicably. They're defeated!

A Lulian soldier fell to his knees, weeping bitterly.

His own brother, a soldier like him, died in the war. At this moment, he knelt in the bloodstains that shared his blood, and burst into tears.

In his hands, he held his brother's helmet.

He leaned down and kissed the red-stained earth. Sad and proud.

"We won. He muttered.

He believed that his younger brother, who was still floating over the land, would be able to hear it.

Beside him, Nils gently patted him on the shoulder, while hugging each of his companions who came up to him, covered in wounds and smelling of sweat and blood.

Nils knew that he was lucky.

Everyone alive here is lucky.

They were fortunate to be part of this war and were fortunate to survive at the end. And soon, they will meet their parents, their wives and children, at the candlelit dining table, in the quiet and cozy bedroom bed, in a lively tavern in the afternoon, and tell everyone they know about the day.

"Thank you!"

Nils's gaze did not leave the face of the black-haired youth. He is in a good position, and he wants to engrave this face deeply in the deepest part of his memory and never erase it.

This mercenary named Leo not only saved himself, but also his family.

He was a hero to everyone

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(To be continued.) )