"Sriel!", with Princess Sophia's screams, the battle to the death finally came to an end. Princess Sophia crouched down in front of Sriel, her face full of sorrow, "Why didn't you dodge just now?

"It's really not worth it for a man like him to trade his life for his life. ”

The corners of Sriel's mouth were bleeding, and his speech was intermittent, and he was about to die, "I killed Frey with my own hands, and several others also died because of me, how can I have the face to live if I betrayed them." ”

"Besides, I have broken the oath I once made, so don't be sad for me, Your Highness, this is the retribution I deserve. ”

Princess Sophia lowered her head and said in tears: "No, you are for me...... Why bother, a scumbag like him should let me know for myself. ”

Sriel's eyes were half-open, and he looked at Princess Sophia with difficulty, "He's ...... after all Thy father, it is a great sin to kill a king. If it is stained with his blood, Your Highness ...... I won't be at ease for the rest of my life. He coughed a few times, and the blood foam he spat out stained his white collar red.

Princess Sophia only grabbed his hand, rested her forehead on Srel's forehead, and said bitterly, "Why do you always have to leave me, always leave me alone......"

Sriel looked at her gently, "Your Highness, like your mother, you are a gentle and good woman, and you will not be lonely in your future life. Someone will protect you in my place, and Sriel is already old, so he can only go first. ”

"What a stupid thing to say, no one in this world can replace you. In my heart, you are like my father, I beg you, stay with me......"

"Please, don't go ......," Princess Sophia whispered, clutching Sriel's hand tightly, afraid that if she let go, she would never see him again.

Sriel's eyes widened slightly, "Father, this is really ...... I'm scared, like ...... People like me......"

"You are my father. ", insisted Princess Sophia.

The corners of Sriel's mouth twitched twice, as if trying to pull a smile, but to no avail. She wanted to raise her hand and touch Princess Sophia one last time, but even with such a simple action, there was nothing he could do now.

"I'm very happy...... Your Highness, I'm glad to ......"

His dilated pupils looked at Princess Sophia, as if through her he saw another woman he had been thinking about and could not forget. The two faces blurred and scattered, but they gradually coincided together.

His body had become colder and colder, and a cold from the blood and bone marrow was eating away at his body, slowly freezing his heartbeat. Sriel knew that it was almost time to leave, and he was really reluctant...... I really want to spend some more time with His Highness.

There was a warm, damp feeling on his face, which injected a little warmth into Sriel's extremely cold body. Sriel opened his mouth slightly, instinctively wanting to seek more warmth, it was too cold for him to bear......

The blurred scene in front of me became clear again, and it was incredible that the body gradually became warmer. It's like soaking in a hot spring. Subconsciously, Sriel realized that this was a return to light.

It seems that the day has really come to leave.

He looked at Princess Sophia again, tears streaming down his face.

Warm and humid.

It turns out that it was His Highness's tears just now? To be able to die by His Highness's side, to see His Highness for the last time, and to have someone shed tears for him when he was dying, what luxury did he, an old man, have to hope for?

There are no regrets, Sriel used his last strength, and said in an extremely slight voice: "Your Highness, you must be happy......

This was his first and final blessing.

You must be happy......

Princess Sophia hugged the old man who had closed her eyes, cried and whispered: "Why did she say to me when she left: You must be happy." ”

"Why did you say to me when you left: You must be happy? ”

"If you want me to be happy, don't leave me. ”

"One by one...... Willful and cunning, casually making promises that cannot be fulfilled, and leaving me irresponsibly one by one. ”

"Always...... Always...... It's always like this......"

"What kind of parents are these?"

"Why...... Can't you stay with me a little longer?", the weeping girl asked loudly, holding the corpse.

It's a pity that no one can answer her.

......

"Sriel, what do you say is good for giving birth to a child?", the pot-bellied lady stroked her belly, her face full of maternal tenderness.

"This ...... Madam, how can I be a subordinate in such a matter? The butler, who was dressed in a dress and always had a straight face, replied solemnly by the housekeeper who was privately called "Dead Face" by the servant.

"You're still so serious. Didn't I say it a long time ago, you are not a subordinate, but my family. ”

"Everyone in this big house is my family. There is a difference between high and low backgrounds, but there is no difference between high and low character, which is what I have always firmly believed. ”

The meticulous Sriel froze, not knowing how to answer, "Ma'am, I ......" he hesitated.

"Haha, don't be so embarrassed, I just want to ask, how do you think this child should be named?"

"Alberta ......", stammered, and Sriel finally came up with a name.

"Noble ...... I see, a name that is very much in line with the status of the royal family. Madame said with a smile.

"But Sriel, I wish this child was a girl, not a boy. ”

"Being in the royal family, if it is a boy, he will not be happy for the rest of his life, and there will even be a risk of early death. ", said Madame with a little melancholy.

"And I'...... I hope that this child can be happy, just like an ordinary child, have a carefree childhood, grow up peacefully, spend a happy life with the woman he wants to love, and finally close his eyes surrounded by relatives and friends, and sleep forever. ”

"Well, it seems that I am delusional, he is a child of the royal family, how can he be ordinary. Madame smiled wryly, laughing at her own innocence.

"He will be happy, ma'am, boy and girl. Sriel suddenly affirmed, this is really against his identity, and it is not like his character.

Madame looked at him in amazement, and laughed, "Ah, Sriel, you really looked like a knight who had made an oath, if not in a gown." ”

The butler bowed his head slightly, yes, after all, he was just a butler, not a knight who would live his life for the sake of an oath.

Today, it's just an ordinary sunny afternoon.