Two days passed quickly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Just as the third day was approaching.

Bad news came.

An unknown enemy has invaded Artoria's realm.

Her father had already gone into battle himself.

I heard that this time the enemy was very strong, and in one day, two cities had already been destroyed.

Artoria was worried, and she felt that she could no longer fulfill her promise for tomorrow.

Because the country is in trouble, she, the future heir, can't go away.

In case of......

"Your Highness, please rest assured, Your Majesty is the heir of the true dragon, and with the blood of the true dragon flowing in his body, he will definitely be fine. The head maid, who had always taken care of her daily life, comforted Artoria in a gentle voice.

But her heart became even more flustered.

I always feel that there will be some kind of accident.

Artoria pushed open the window, and it was still snowing.

It seems that this snow really can't stop.

And it seemed to carry some kind of omen.

At this moment, she hoped that the snow would stop soon, and when the snow stopped, everything would be over.

But there was no end to it, and the war intensified.

In the early hours of the third day, Artoria was awakened by a loud tremor coming from afar.

The chief maid hurried in, comforted Artoria and said, "It's all right, Your Highness, it's just some normal movements, I believe that Your Majesty will return victoriously soon." ”

"Rest well, for after dawn the snow stops and you should be on your way. ”

"The thought of you leaving makes me feel reluctant. The maid stroked Artoria's long golden hair like a mother.

"In the future, you will be alone, you have to live well, even if it is hard, for the sake of the entire empire, you must persevere. ”

"Yes, Monica, thank you, I will always remember your teachings, and I will, always think of your ......" Artoria was a little distracted.

She thought, has the snow stopped?

Or yesterday's prayers worked.

Will that person really come today?

When I woke up in the morning, the snow did not stop falling.

And, worse news followed.

"Your Highness...... I'm afraid we'll have to leave early. The chief guard looked at Artoria with a serious face.

"But...... The snow hasn't stopped yet. Artoria was a little tempted to see the man again.

I always feel that I will miss something very important, and those things, once they are not seen today, will be gone in the future.

"Your Highness, I am afraid that I have to tell you that the current situation of the war is not ideal, and it may soon spill over here, and for your safety, you must leave here immediately. The chief guard spoke hurriedly, for fear that Artoria would hesitate.

"I ...... Can you stay a little longer?" Artoria thought about the man who had come on the Dark Phoenix.

Their agreed time was almost up.

"It can't be too late, you have to leave before noon. The chief guard stepped back slightly.

"Okay. Artoria was estimating the time.

The time is finally up.

She hurried out to meet the man.

However, in the end, the bad news almost crushed her.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty, is gone. The head maid stopped her, looking sad and solemn.

"You must leave for the Imperial Capital immediately and succeed your father on the throne, or the entire empire will be doomed. ”

"But ......" Artoria watched as the snow was getting heavier and heavier outside, and time was getting shorter and smaller.

"No, but, hit the road, for the Empire. Without saying a word, the head maid grabbed Artoria by the arm and led her in the other direction, where a prepared carriage was already waiting for her.

"I ......," Artoria said a word of "I," but in the end there was no follow-up.

She wanted to say that I wasn't ready, that I didn't want to be a king.

However, this world never seemed to give her a choice.

She was sent out of the imperial capital as soon as she was born, because her mother was not her father's concubine, and at that time, the harem dispute was dangerous, and she could be persecuted to death at any time.

So when she was a child, she didn't see her parents at all.

It wasn't until she was almost ten years old that she met her father for the first time.

Her father told her that her mother had died three years earlier.

After that, she slowly saw her father more often, almost once a month.

She also slowly learned a lot, for example, that the reason why her father began to refocus on her daughter, who had been abandoned for many years, was because he was injured in a battle and lost his fertility.

She is the sole direct heir to the throne of the entire empire.

Later, she was told that she would most likely inherit the throne, but in a different capacity.

The identity of a man.

From now on, she will no longer be able to be herself, and will have to live with a mask.

Such a fateful future, which almost condemned her life, will be executed on her sixteenth birthday.

She will be sixteen today, and she will be a man, an emperor of an empire.

Then she married a wife and had children, fought for the whole empire, and finally died on the battlefield like her father.

Is that the life she wants?

She didn't know.

No one asked her either.

She was like a chess piece, thrown here and caught here.

She belongs to her father, to her family, to her kingdom, and to her people.

Only, not her own.

In fact, she likes to walk by the river on summer nights.

She loves to smell the mix of dirt and grass after the rain.

She loves beautiful dresses with flowers.

She also longs for a character like Prince Charming in the story, who one day comes from afar and says to her, "Come, my girl, I'll take you away, far, far away."

But no one knows.

She now boarded a carriage bound for the imperial capital.

The enemy may be close at hand.

The guards around him were as serious and vigilant as sculptures, holding their weapons.

The old maid was in the distance and stopped talking, wanting to cry but not seeming to cry.

Was she happy or sad?

The carriage moved along.

Artoria lifted the curtain and looked at the snow outside the carriage.

When will the snow stop?

Nobody knows.

But the fate of her life is probably like this.

Everybody knows that.

No, there is one more person, he does not know.

He came from afar, riding a pitch-black phoenix, his hands holding the pill.

Tell her that I can tell you what's in the distance.

What's in the distance?

Artoria suddenly jumped out of the window, dexterous like a tanuki.

The soldiers chased after her in a panic, not understanding why this weak princess had such agility.

Of course they don't know, she, but she has an unruly heart.

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The first update. (To be continued.) )