Autumn has arrived.

On the forest road at the entrance of the college, there was a big sycamore rain, the wind swept by, leaving the leaves that fluttered from the branches, and the dark red sycamore leaves lay quietly on the forest, beautiful and desolate.

In the early morning, in the woods southwest of the castle, a young man appeared here as usual, with a sword in his hand and a few books in his arms.

Looking at the familiar morning light through the treetops, the young man put down the book, stretched comfortably, muttered to himself, and then twisted his wrist, the sharp blade was unsheathed, and a sharp sword light swept forward.

He began to practice swordsmanship.

Chop, stab, pick, slash, slash, slash...... Constantine looked attentive and serene, as if a painstaking sculptor were carving a masterpiece, methodically wielding each sword.

The power of each sword he stabbed is not powerful, but it is better than incredible precision and speed, and he pursues meticulous control of every movement, the posture of the sword, the angle of swinging the sword are precisely calculated, and the pace of the flowing clouds under his feet makes every movement he makes look extremely beautiful.

"Dawn" has gathered all its magical powers, and on the outside it looks like a nearly transparent crystal, drawing a semi-arc trajectory with the movements of its master, shining with a moving luster in the morning light.

A gust of wind blew, and countless fiery red maple leaves fell from the tips, turning into red clouds flying in the sky, softly covering the young man who was practicing swords hard under the tree.

Constantine still swung his sword intently, as if he hadn't noticed the red leaves sprinkled overhead, his footsteps stopped, his figure stood like a mountain, but the sword in his hand was like flying, cutting into the bleak air in the forest, the sharp sword flashed, and the subtle whistling was endless, as if to smash the autumn wind.

After a long time, "Dawn" finally stopped waving and stood steadily in front of the young man, provoking a bright morning light.

At the boy's feet, countless half-split maple leaf fragments piled up a small mountain, and all of them were split by the crystal sword.

The maple leaf is brittle, but also light, and the trajectory in the wind is erratic, and the crystal sword can actually catch the direction of the maple leaves, and suppress the air current, and split them before they hit the ground, how amazing the speed and accuracy of that sword must be.

Constantine wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, for half a year, he had been choosing to come to this forest in the morning to practice swords, it was very hard, but the efforts were indeed not in vain, and now this poor pile of leaves is the result of his insistence on practicing swords for half a year.

"The teacher must be very happy when he sees it. Constantine withdrew his sword, thinking, remembering the scene many years ago: the man standing in front of the cliff, facing the gale, drew his sword, and cut the countless flying leaves into fine flying flotsam.

The two teenagers stood behind him, stunned and adoring.

A distant bell sounded in the distance, and Constantine hurriedly packed up his books and hurried towards the academy cafeteria.

A new day has begun.

The day was as busy as usual, Constantine first took a lesson in magical math, was bombarded with a bunch of perverted math problems for most of the day, and then made dozens of pages of notes in the theory of magic class.

The afternoon was the history of magic, which was considered the most boring course in the Royal Academy, and there was a quote among the cadet mages: "If anyone can last more than ten minutes in the old witch's class, then congratulations, hypnotism will no longer be able to help you." ”

Heine wrote a poem "Dedicated to My Teacher of the History of Magic" for this purpose, the full text of which is excerpted below: "The gods played ancient war songs, the stars hung in the night sky, the autumn breeze was bleak in the ancient city of Olympia, and I took a lesson in the history of magic, and indulged in dreams for a thousand rounds. This sentence has been wildly circulated by countless students in private.

In the evening, Constantine dragged his somewhat tired body back to the dormitory in the castle, and was surprised to find that Heine had not returned.

"Where has he gone?" asked Constantine Euler.

Ora didn't look up, and said: "That guy slipped into the girls' dormitory on the seventh floor yesterday, holding a large pile of love letters and preparing to stuff them into the bedroom of Her Royal Highness, but he went to the wrong room, and was blasted out by the girl in the room with an arcane missile, and now he is locked up, fortunately, there are two unlucky ghosts with him." ”

Constantine couldn't help but laugh and said, "Which two guys are so unlucky?"

"Newton, he had a quarrel in the library the other day with a guy named Leibniz in the next class, and there was a big fight, and he almost burned down the floor, and both of them were locked up, and they deserved it. Euler shrugged.

Constantine was speechless for a moment, and suddenly thought that he seemed to have not seen Diana in the past half a year since he entered the Royal Academy of Magic, and he couldn't help but wonder a little.

It wasn't until a few days later that a letter from the Imperial city of Richelieu dispelled his doubts.

The letter was written by Archbishop Cicero, who told him that Diana was now practicing in the magic tower of the Academy's Academy, Archmage Joey, and that he wanted Constantine to maintain some contact with Diana.

The archbishop also told Constantine to complete his studies well in the academy, and his words were kind and sincere, and this kind of elder-like care made Constantine very moved.

When he first entered the seminary, the ascetic archbishop took good care of him, did not discriminate against him because of his humble status, but took in the wandering boy very kindly and allowed him to attend the seminary.

At the end of the letter, however, the archbishop writes in a non-worrying tone that the Church is far from being as peaceful as it seems, and that the Pope's support for Diana as a saint has touched the interests of too many people, and many archbishops have expressed their opposition, although the popularity of the Four Princesses in the Empire has reached its peak because of the demonic incident in Springwater a few months ago, but this opposition has not disappeared.

He also mentioned that in this important event related to the future of the Church of Light, as the ruler of the empire, His Majesty the Emperor of Diana's father, has always maintained a strange silence and has never expressed his position.

Constantine read the letter from beginning to end, and through the archbishop's worried tone, he keenly smelled that the internal strife within the church had intensified, and gradually had a tendency to become irreconcilable.

A small flame ignited in his fingers, and Constantine quietly burned the letter to ashes.

"The opposition within the Church and the Empire is huge, and it is not the way to do it. Constantine mused, "Even His Majesty, the Pope who supported her, would have a hard time maintaining such a superficial balance for a long time, and if it didn't work, it would split the Church, which would not be a good thing for the Holy Empire." ”

"The emperor did not express his position, which is very interesting, is it because he is afraid of his son? Prince Byron must not want to see this matter, although he has not done anything yet. ”

Constantine lightly buttoned the table, thinking of the quiet and beautiful side face of the girl under the starlight by the bonfire that day, his expression gradually calmed down, and finally strengthened his determination.

"Helping her is also helping yourself. Constantine convinced himself, "No matter what, I want to find out the truth about the night in Winterfell ten years ago." ”

He himself didn't realize that along the way, his original state of mind that prided himself on being cold and rational had been touched by Diana's experience and gradually changed.

He shook his head, kicking the thoughts out of his head, ready to focus on his magical studies.

"I'm back. The door to the dormitory opened, and a feeble voice rang out, and Heine walked in with a thick book in her arms, yawning.

"Guess what I found when I was locked up in the library and copied books?" Closing the door, Heine swept away the tiredness on his face, shook a few books in his hand, and said mysteriously, like a miser digging for treasure under his own ground.

Constantine took the yellowed book and saw that the word "Epic" was written on the cover, and the author's name was Schiller.

"It was I found in the library, the greatest collection of the greatest bards in human history, this set of "Epics", limited to publication on the entire continent, no more than a hundred copies in total, and now, one of them is in your hands and mine, what, am I very powerful?" Heine raised his eyebrows, his tone very proud.

"Sounds remarkable, but I haven't heard of who Schiller is?" Constantine shrugged.

Schiller, a bard born in the early golden age, was known for his narration of history and mythology, and his works were mostly based on legendary figures from the Middle Ages, such as "Song of the Nibelungen", "Palatine Wars" and "Dawn", which respectively told the deeds of six epic heroes in the history of the continent. Ora, who had always been silent, actually opened Chrysostom and interjected.

"I can't believe that you, a nerd who can only do questions, actually know. Heine snapped his fingers, and his face became even more smug.

"Of course, the nerd is basically right, although not many people know Schiller, but, Constantine, you must have heard a lot of fairy tales when you were young, such as the story of the knight Arthur, the dragon slayer, the legendary great magician, etc.? ”

With that, Heine patted the cover of the book lovingly. "All the children of the empire grew up with these stories, and now, you know how great these books are!"

Constantine then remembered that Mordred had mentioned to him some epic heroes and the like that day in the valley, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time, so he opened the yellowed book and glanced at the names of the people in the catalog.

"Who are these names?"

"Let me, the great poet, give you a literacy, well, the first, Paladin, this one is famous, known as the greatest knight in the history of Icadia, his legend has been adapted into countless stories, is the source of many knightly novels, and the statue of this guy stands in Olympia Square, after whom the Royal Academy of Knights of the Empire is named. ”

Heine was in a state of flux, and then introduced, "As for the Nibelungen, he was the first dragon slayer in history, a legendary warrior who conquered the dragon, by the way, Charlemagne, the founder of the dragon lance dynasty, was a close friend of the Nibelungen, it is said that in order to help Charlemagne build the country, the Nibelungen was willing to serve as the dragon knight under him, and together with the other eight dragon knights, he expanded the territory and established the hegemony of the dragon lance dynasty in the history of the continent. However, after the founding of the Dragonlance, this brave man disappeared, and Schiller spent a lot of effort collecting his life deeds and writing the "Song of the Nibelungen", which is included in the second volume of the "Epic". ”