The whole Stag Castle was boiling the next morning, and the air in the courtyard was filled with a frenetic atmosphere of celebration.

On this day, Hermes's personal guards and off-duty warriors gathered to prepare for a hunt, the hounds barking noisily, and the dogs responsible for attacking their prey barked with their mouths wide open, puffing out their chests and barking with uncontrollable excitement.

Bets had been made on who would have the most brilliant results, the horses were ready, their bows and arrows were wound, and the squires were hurrying back and forth.

Half of the kitchen was busy packing food for the hunters to carry, and the soldiers, young and old, talked and laughed loudly, boasting about their past exploits and comparing their weapons to give them the spirit of hunting.

Filming had seen this a hundred times before the winter elk or bear hunts, but this time there was a different kind of tension and the smell of blood in the air.

Film heard the disturbing dialogue in the footage: "...... No mercy to those fecal bandits......"

“...... A group of cowards and traitors dared to attack the queen......"

“...... There must be a high price, they don't deserve to die so soon......" Filmin quickly bowed his head back to the kitchen, making his way through the crowd of anthills.

The same impassioned rhetoric is heard here, and the thirst for revenge is still boiling.

Filin found him in Hermes' map room. Filin could tell that he had freshened up and dressed for the day, but the traces of last night's tiredness were as obvious as dirty robes.

He was dressed to stay indoors and read documents.

Filming knocked on the half-hidden door and saw him sitting in a chair in front of the fire with his back to Film, and he nodded for Filming to come in.

When Filin walked into the room, he didn't even look at Filin, he just sat still, and the air in the room was filled with the tense smell of a blizzard about to take shape. There was a plate of breakfast on the table next to his chair, and it looked like he hadn't touched a bite.

Filin stood quietly beside him, almost certain that he had been heard here again by a codeword.

As the silent moment continued, he couldn't help but wonder if Hermes himself knew why. After a while, Filin decided to break the silence first.

"Your Highness, aren't you going out on horseback with the guards today?" asked Filin.

It made Filmin feel like he had opened a flood gate. He turned to look at Filin, the wrinkles on his face darkening overnight, and he looked haggard and sick.

"Filmin won't, and he won't dare. How could Filmin acquiesce in such cannibalism!

But what choice did he have? While everyone was determined to avenge the princess, he hid listlessly in the castle!

Filmin didn't dare to stop Film's soldiers from defending their honor, so they had to act like they didn't know what was going on, and pretended to be stupid like a nerd, a lazy bug, or a coward.

Today's deeds will undoubtedly be written as a ballad, what should we call it?' Hermes slaughters the unwise'?

Or 'Queen Floya's sacrifice to those who are smelted?'" his tone rose word for word, and he walked to the door and closed it tightly as he was almost halfway through his sentence.

He looked around the room as he continued to growl, wondering if anyone else but Filmin had heard this.

"Did you sleep well last night, Your Highness?" Filin asked as he finished.

He smiled helplessly. "You should know why Filin couldn't sleep in the first place.

When he tried to fall asleep again, it was less ...... Attractive. Filin's wife came to Filin's room. ”

Filmin felt his ears start to get hot. Whatever he wanted to tell Film, Filmin didn't want to hear it, he didn't want to know what happened to them last night, whether it was a quarrel or a rebuilding an old one, Filmin didn't want to know. It's just because Hermes is so ruthless.

"She didn't shed as much tears as you think. She didn't come for comfort, not out of fear of the night, and not to ask Filin to stop worrying about her, but to stand upright in front of Filin's bed like a repunked officer. Ask for Forgiveness for her misconduct.

Her face was paler than the wall, but her attitude was as firm as an oak tree...... "His voice grew weaker, as if he felt that he had said too much. "It was she who foresaw the hunt attack, not Film. She came in the middle of the night to ask people what to do, but he didn't know how to answer, and he didn't know even now......"

At least she foresaw that. Fihrin continued, hoping to ease his anger at Floya a little.

"But Film's no," he said heavily, "she did." The same will be true for Silverglow.

Oh, if Silverglow was still around, he would have known about it the moment she disappeared, and then came up with all sorts of emergency plans, but Filmin couldn't.

Filin just wanted to bring her back as soon as possible, and hoped that no one would hear about it, as if it could be done!

So today Fei Lin thought to himself, if Fei Lin really wants to inherit the throne, the power of the entire kingdom is probably in the hands of one of the most incompetent people. ”

This is the Prince Hermes that Filin has never seen before, a man whose self-confidence is beginning to crumble, and who finally understands how incompatible Floya is with him. But it's not her fault.

She is strong and has been groomed to be a ruler since she was a child.

Hermes used to say that he himself was the second son from childhood to adulthood, and that a woman who suited him should be able to hold him steady like an anchor and help him become a worthy king, or sobbing by his pillow at night for comfort, so that he would be confident that he was manly enough to be the king of a kingdom.

Floya's upbringing and self-restraint made him doubt his abilities.

Filmin suddenly understood that Hermes was just an ordinary person. But that's not reassuring at all.

"You should at least go out and talk to everyone. Film's bold suggestion.

"What do you want me to say? 'The hunt went well'? No.

Let's go, kid. Follow them to see what happened, then come back and tell Filmin what happened.

Go now, and don't forget to close the door. Filmin doesn't want to see anyone until you come back. ”

Fihrin turned to do as he was told, but ran into His Majesty as he left the hall and walked towards the courtyard. He rarely got up so early and walked around, and from the looks he looked, he didn't want to get up so early.

His clothes and hair were well kept, but the delicate ornaments were gone, no earrings, no silk ornaments carefully folded around his throat, and the only jewelry was his royal ring.

His neatly combed hair was unscented and unfrizzed, and his eyes were red and he looked very annoyed. When he tried to walk past him, he grabbed Filin, intent on pulling him over so that he could face him.

Filin just relaxed his muscles and didn't resist him in the slightest, only to find that he couldn't move Filin.

He turned his head to look at Fihrin with burning eyes, only to find that he had to tilt his head slightly to meet Firin's eyes.

Filin knew that he had gotten taller and stronger, but had never expected such pleasant side effects.

Fei Lin couldn't help but smile at the corners of his mouth, but Fei Lin's eyes must have revealed this joy. He shoved Filmin roughly, and Filmin only shook slightly.

"Where's Hermes?" he snarled at Film.

"Your Royal Highness?" Filin pretended not to understand what he was going to ask.

"Where's Brother Filin?" his shameless lady......" he roared, anger suffocating him. "Where would Brother Filin usually be at this time?" he finally forced himself to finish.

And Filmin wasn't lying. "Sometimes I get up early and go to the beacon, or have breakfast, he guesses. Or maybe he's taking a bath......" Filin replied to him.

"Useless little bastard!" His Majesty sent Fihrin away, and left like a whirlwind in the direction of the beacon, and Fihrin wanted him to climb the stairs pleasantly.

Filin ran away from his sight, not wanting to waste his hard-earned time.

When he walked into the courtyard, he immediately understood why His Majesty was angry.

Floya stood in the carriage seat, and everyone looked up at her.

She was dressed in the same outfit as the night before, and he could see her clearly in the daylight, a stain of blood on the sleeve of her white fur jacket, and a deeper stain of blood on her purple trousers.

The sight of her sword buckled around her waist and boots and hat ready was a sight that displeased Film. How could she do that?

Filming looked around at the scene, wondering what she had said, causing everyone to look at her with wide eyes, and he rushed into the dead silence.

Everyone seemed to hold their breath and wait for her to continue. As she spoke in a calm tone, the crowd fell silent, and only her clear voice could be heard echoing in the cold air.

"I say, this is no ordinary hunt," Floya solemnly repeated, "put aside your joys and boasts, take away all the jewels and class signs, and think solemnly about what people are going to do." ”

Her tone still had a thick mountain accent. Filmin was soberly aware that her choice of words had been carefully chosen, and that every paragraph was just right.

"People don't go hunting," she repeated, "but to get justice for the dead and to heal the damage caused by the plundering of the Red Boats."

The Red Ship makes the smelted into madness, leaving their shells to snipe at people. However, the smelters that people are going to defeat today are also the own people of the five principalities. ”

"So, Filin warriors, he asks you to shoot every arrow with precision and precision today, and to strike quickly and accurately.

Filmin knows you can do it. People have been tortured, for everyone's sake, and let today's killing be as short and merciful as possible.

Let people grit their teeth and put aside all the thoughts that affect them, as if they were cutting off the stump from their bodies, and make up their minds to break the boat, this is what people should do.