Nine a.m. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The people of Quanfei Leng Cui all gathered in front of the Red Maple Leaf Auditorium.

Deeply remember their deceased old kings.

Although during the last decade of the reign of the old king Fernando, the old man had struggled with his poor health, lingering on his sickbed, barely appearing in the public eye.

But in the end, when he was young, he also made outstanding contributions to the entire Saint Laurent, and he was the pride of the entire Friedral.

Now that he is dead, it is sad.

What's more, even the most ordinary Saint Laurent citizens understand that the royal family is struggling today.

The government is almost entirely in the hands of the Council of the Round Table, and the young prince Altos is powerless to defend himself against the hungry wolves who have been ambitious for nearly a hundred years.

Recently, there have been absurd rumors that the only heir to the royal family, His Royal Highness Artos, is actually a daughter.

If this is the case, then it will undoubtedly be a fatal blow to the royal family of Saint Laurent.

In any case, Saint Laurent had no precedent for a female protagonist to be in power, and it would have given the Round Table an excuse to deny Altos the power he deserved.

These are assumptions, though.

Before these assumptions happen.

Probably, the matter is coming to an end today.

The people who densely surrounded the red maple leaf auditorium were all sad, and the whole scene was unusually quiet and sad.

Not just for the old king who died, but also for the Saint Laurent dynasty, which may be on the verge of collapse today.

The descendants of King Arthur may never dance on the stage of history again.

The long, distant sound of the song came slowly from afar, as if telling some distant story.

It is a ballade played by bagpipes unique to the Saint Laurent Heights, telling the story of King Arthur's conquest of the world from the Emerald cavalry.

It's called Braveheart.

Whether it is the content of the song or the name, it sounds like something majestic and grand, but in fact, the feeling of the music is really played, but it is soft and ethereal, like the red maple leaves falling slowly in autumn.

Because, the person who made this piece was King Arthur's wife, and when King Arthur was away from war, she missed her husband and hoped that he would return as soon as possible, but she did not want him to die on the battlefield.

So I made this song, and let people bring it to her husband who was far away, telling him that everything was fine at home, and that she missed him very much, but she didn't want to affect him, she just hoped that he could feel this kind of longing, and have a brave heart, so that he could gallop freely and return safely.

This piece was designated as the national anthem at the beginning of the founding of Saint Laurent, and it will be played first in the funerals and weddings of the royal family.

At this time, it sounds like a tear-jerking.

In the past, King Arthur's thousand-horse kingdom was still in front of him, and now the collapse of the dynasty is also coming at any time.

Perhaps, this is what is called, historical, fateful.

The crowd automatically parted, making way for the coffin-bearer to pass through.

Led by Altos, the current crown prince and future king of Yves Saint Laurent, a group of royal guards of Saint Laurent wearing heavy red maple leaf armor carried a delicate coffin made from the trunk of a century-old red maple tree, and slowly passed through the crowd.

The old king Fernando was inside.

The people bowed their heads and expressed their sorrow, and some loyal people, remembering the old king's past, and remembering that there might be no more Saint Laurent in the world, could not help shedding tears.

Artoria's expression was always calm, and she led her father's coffin through the crowd to the Red Maple Leaf Auditorium.

The heavy red maple door slowly opened, emitting the vicissitudes and loneliness that had accumulated for a hundred years.

Artoria stepped in.

The auditorium was lit with candles, and the dim light rendered this centuries-old house with a kind twilight.

Artoria continued on her way to the very center of the Great Hall.

Under the auditorium, the high-level executives of Yves Saint Laurent were already seated.

In the first row, of course, were the twelve horsemen of the Council of the Round Table.

It is said that the Duke of Clermont of the House of Bourbon was the first to arrive.

He loved this king so much.

Or, they can't wait to hold this kingdom in their hands.

Artoria nodded politely to everyone, then turned around and took the well-preserved red maple leaves that had been picked this autumn from the royal guards on the side, and began to spread them one by one on the coffin that had been opened, on the old king Fernando, her father, who had been draped in the banner of the dragon king of Saint Laurent.

It is also a long-standing custom for children to cover red maple leaves for deceased relatives.

It is said that this will allow the deceased to return to the earth, and the next year it will become a red maple leaf that will open one after another, guarding the kingdom and their children.

Looking at her father's calm face in the coffin, Artoria thought that her heart was strong enough.

But still, I couldn't help it, I wanted to cry.

Father, I am the only one left.

"Your Highness, let's let Your Majesty be buried as soon as possible. It was at this moment that a discordant voice came.

A middle-aged man with a long beard among the Twelve Knights of the Round Table stood up from his seat, looked at Artoria, and spoke slowly.

Artoria didn't answer immediately, but continued to spread the red maple leaves, until all the red maple leaves in her hand were finished, and then she slowly turned to look at the person.

"Count Nibelungen, is there anything I am sorry for you when my father was alive?" she asked calmly.

“...... No, Your Majesty...... How dare you. Nibelungen didn't expect Artoria to suddenly ask such a question, and he didn't know how to answer.

"Your Highness, what do you mean by this? We are just worried about state affairs, and now that the world situation is delicate, we should not be too immersed in grief, although the death of Your Majesty is regrettable, but you must also cheer up, for the sake of Saint Laurent, if Your Majesty is still alive, I must not want you to be like this. Seeing that the Nibelungen was frustrated, another member of the Knights of the Round Table immediately rose to help.

"Count Gawain, my father, did you feel sorry for you when you were alive?" Artoria said calmly, looking at the man who pretended to be kind.

"You ......" Gawain also choked at once.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Altos turned around completely, looked at the people in the hall, and said slowly, "Today is my father's funeral. ”

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The first update.

The meal went. (To be continued.) )