"First of all, I have to read to you the edict I received a few hours ago, Sir Swart. ”

The city lord of Recrosse City took out a scroll from his finely handmade woolen robe and placed it on the table.

He narrowed his eyes, trying to see better.

Lolana reported that this was supposed to be the response, and two days ago she had asked the lord of the city, Artetyar, to send a message back to Sir Swart, and bit her lower lip impatiently.

"There's some oil stains on it. "The lord of the castle apologizes to everyone.

"The griffons that the elves have generously lent us—" Nodding to Lorana, who forced down the thought of snatching the reply from him, smiled back, "I can't learn to pass these scrolls unscathed."

Ah, now I finally get it. - 'Sir Swart to Artesyar, Lord of Recross, Greetings. 'Sir Swart was such a polite man. The city lord raised his head after speaking.

"He only visited me last year during the spring equinox celebration. May I remind you that the celebration is exactly three weeks away.

Maybe you'll be willing to enjoy it—"

"My lord, I'd be glad if, in three weeks, there would still be anyone in the city. ”

Lolana hid her clenched fists under the table, trying to keep her composure so that she could not hurt her at this juncture.

The City Lord of Altyar blinked and said tolerantly.

"Of course, I almost forgot about the Dragon Legion.

Well, let me keep reading. 'I'm sorry to hear that my fellow knights have lost so much.

Barely consoling, their sacrifice came at a price, and they repelled the evil that had polluted the land.

Personally, I am deeply saddened by the loss of three of his most capable commanders: the Rosenkavalier Derek Kronga, the Knight of the Holy Sword Alfred Marchain, and the Knight of the Crown, Stone Brightbred. The lord of the castle said and turned to Lorana. "Bright, Brad.

He's your friend, am I not mistaken?"

"Yes, my lord," Lolana muttered as her heart skipped a beat, and her head was lowered to let her blonde hair hide the pain in her eyes.

Not long ago, she buried Stone's body in the catacombs of the ruins of the Tower of the French King.

The painful memory of losing a friend has always haunted me.

"Keep reading, Artesyar. Estleia ordered coldly.

"I can't afford to waste too much time outside of my academic studies. ”

"Of course it's fine, Estellae," the city lord blushed and hurriedly began to continue.

"'This tragedy has put the knights in an unusual predicament.

First of all, as far as I know, the Order is now mainly made up of the Knights of the Crown, who are the lowest knights.

This means that while each knight passed the test and won the honor of carrying a shield, they were still young and inexperienced anyway.

On top of that, this was just their first battle.

It also leaves us with no suitable commander. According to the rules of the knights, all three types of knights must have a commander. ”

Lolana could hear the clanging of the knights' representatives as they uneasily changed their seats.

Until this issue is resolved, they must all serve as temporary commanders.

Lolana closed her eyes and sighed.

Please, Swart, she thought: I hope your decision is wise.

There are so many people who have died because of political struggles, and hopefully that will be the last time!

"'Therefore, I appoint the Elven Clan of Lloranaseltha Wellington as the commander of the Sorenian Knights-'" The lord paused, not sure if he was right.

Lorana's eyes widened and she looked at him in disbelief.

But the degree of surprise she didn't seem to be comparable to the astonishment of the knights.

Alsolar carefully flattened the scroll again, looking at it from beginning to end.

After hearing Estleia's impatient whisper, he hurriedly continued, "'She's the most experienced warrior on the battlefield so far, and the only one who knows how to use the Dragon Slayer.

I certify with my insignia that all of the above books are in my own handwriting.

Sir Swalt Tungss Westin, Heavenly Knight of the Order of Sorenia, above'. The lord looked up.

"Congratulations, dear, or should I call you 'General'. ”

Lorana sat still. For a moment, she was furious and wanted to sneak out of the room.

Visions of the past begin to emerge: the headless corpse of Sir Alfred, poor Drake dying of madness.

Stone's calm, lifeless eyes lined up the corpses of the knights who had died in the tower......

Now she is the commander. A woman from the Elven royal family was judged by the standards of elves, and was even too young to leave her father's family.

A spoiled little girl flees her hometown in order to "catch up" with her childhood sweetheart, the half-elf Robert.

That spoiled little girl has grown up, the experience of fear, pain, loss, and loss.

Let her know that, in a way, she is now more mature than her father.

She turned her head to see Mark Han and Patrick exchanging glances.

Of all the Crown Knights, the two of them are the oldest.

She knew that both men were brave warriors who valued honor.

They all fought bloody battles in the Tower of the King of France. Why didn't Sir Swart heed her recommendation, one of the two?

Patrick stood up with a gloomy face. "I can't accept it. He whispered. "Miss Lolana is indeed a very brave warrior, but she has never been on the battlefield before. ”

"Young knight, is it possible that you have it?" asked Estleia impatiently, with a hint of displeasure in her tone.

Patrick blushed. "No, but it's not the same. She's a woman—"

"Oh, Patrick, really?!" Markhan laughed. He was a carefree, talkative young man.

It's a stark contrast to the serious, unsmiling Patrick. "Just because you have hair on your chest doesn't mean you can be a general. Take it easy! That's politics. Swart made a clever choice. ”

Lolana blushed, she knew he was right.

Until Swart rebuilds the Order and solidifies herself as leader, she is a foolproof choice.

"But there is no precedent for this!" Patrick continued to argue, avoiding Lorana's gaze, "According to the rules of knighthood, I'm pretty sure that women are not allowed in the Order—"

"You're wrong. Estleia said without a hint of emotion.

"There are precedents. During the Third Dragon War, a young woman is allowed to join the Order after both her father and brothers were killed.

She was promoted to the rank of Knight of the Holy Sword and died heroically on the battlefield, being remembered by her compatriots. ”

No one spoke. Altyar looked embarrassed, and when Markhan mentioned his hairy breasts, he almost ducked under the table. ‘

Estleia disagreed, looking at Patrick coldly.

Mark Han played with the wine glass in his hand and smiled at Lorana.

After a brief, superficial inner struggle, Patrick sat back in place with a frown.

Mark Han raised his glass. "To our commander. ”

Lorana didn't respond. She's the commander, what's the command?" she asked herself in displeasure.

Command the remaining Solanian knights who came to Recross?

Of the hundred knights who set sail, less than fifty survived. They won...... But the price is too great!

A dragon god's secret treasure is destroyed, and the Tower of the Dharma King is in ruins......

"Yes, Lorana. "They want you to monologue and put everything back together." ”

"I don't—" She murmured, her lips numb.

"I don't think anyone here would be hungry for war," Estellea snapped.

"But the war is still coming, and now you have to do your best to win. He stood up.

The lord of Recross, the generals, and the knights also stood up.

Lolana was still sitting, her eyes fixed on her hands.

She sensed Estleia watching her, but she stubbornly refused to look up.

"Do you have to go, Estella?" asked Artesyar frankly.

"I have to go. I still have research work to do. It's taking up too much of my time.

You still have a lot of things to attend to, most of which are trivial and boring.

You don't need me. You already have leaders. He gestured with his hand.

"What?" Lolana gestured at him out of the corner of her eye. She finally raised her head, and then turned her gaze to the city lord.

"I—you're not serious, are you! I'm just a knight—"

"If we agree, we will also make you the commander of the Recross force. The city lord said.

"If Estellae recommends you—"

"I didn't. Estleia said frankly. "I can't recommend anyone.

I can't interfere with the workings of history—" He stopped suddenly, and Lorana was surprised to find that he had removed his mask and looked distressed and remorseful.

"I mean, I try not to get involved in history as much as possible. Sometimes, even I can't ......," he sighed, and then regained his self-control and put on his emotionless mask again.

"I have accomplished the purpose of my coming here to tell you the history of the past.

It may or may not be about your future. ”

He turned away.

"Wait!" Lolana shouted as she stood up. She began to walk towards him, and she couldn't help but stutter when she saw her cold, rocky eyes.

"You- you see—can you see all that is going on in this world?"

"Yes. Estella's expression did not show any fluctuations, as if the wise man did not like to speak too clearly.

Although he is not a magician and does not have strong magical attainments, his eyes like torches can see through the essence of things.

The library has such a huge collection of books that even the poorest of them will not be able to read the hundreds of thousands of books in their lifetime. Estellea has been guarding the library for most of her life, absorbing inexhaustible knowledge and insights from the book.