As the crowd exploded again, the white dove glanced at White, and the little king kept kicking and crying in his arms, and she clearly saw that he was shaken, and a subtle evil swept over the thin lips of that narrow face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Ma'am, this is a castle in the forest!" the old protector said word by word, "You've seen at least half of the people here, they-"

"I will take responsibility for what I have said, Protector of Hess!" the white dove told him in the Queen's tone.

"I'd rather hear you say: I just played a joke on you. When the Hess Protector frowned, the furrows on his forehead were as deep as a canyon. "My lord," he turned to White, "do you have anything to explain about that?"

"What are you afraid of.....? If you move again, I'll screw your head off!" White suddenly tightened his grip on the little king's neck, roared angrily, and then looked up at the old protector, "..... How dare this damn witch kill everyone here? Hess, you're better than—"

"I am loyal only to Namu, to Assyria, to the king, to the forest, to peace. The old protector interrupted him, and his voice was raised, "Now, on behalf of all Assyria, I ask you, do you have anything to explain about this?"

White's gaze swept over every wrinkle of the old man's face, and the flames of anger seemed to consume him. After a brief silence, he let go of the little king's neck and smiled grimly. "This child is not my flesh and blood," he told the crowd with extraordinary calm, "I ask for a blood testimony here, and when reality breaks the witch's lies, you!" he pointed to the old protector, "and Kunti, you will all be branded!"

"Aku!" the old protector turned to the crowd. A boy in his mid-teens, dressed in the same white robe as the Dharma Protector, with a shaved head, climbed from under the crowd to the side of the steps. "Go and prepare the king—"

"No!" White interrupted with a wave of his hand, then turned his head to scan the crowd, his gaze finally resting on a man over half a hundred years old in the front row, "Jaime Dondelion, your family fought for the last male in Assyria, can I trust you?"

"The Fire Tree (the coat of arms of the Dondelien family) will always be glorious. The Marquis nodded to the ground on one knee, his gaze as resolute as an arrow.

"I'm sorry for you to prepare it yourself. White said.

Jaime Dondelion complied. The crowd then moved out of the way, and the Marquis walked back to his seat, reached out and picked up the brass wine glass on the table, poured a full glass of water, and walked briskly back to the steps.

White looked at the glass of water, which was almost overflowing, and squeezed deep seams out of his forehead. "Hess, I beg you to keep an eye on this damned witch and don't let her spell to confuse the people!"

"My lord, I don't deserve your trust anymore. The old protector said abruptly.

White jerked the dagger out of his waist. "I told you! This damn bastard is not my child!" he roared, "I will be the ruling king until things go wrong!

"There are nearly a thousand pairs of eyes here to help you keep an eye on her. The old protector bowed and retreated to the little king's side, the wrinkles on his forehead that went deep into the canyon gradually stretched. "Your Majesty, shall we play a game?" he crouched down, lifted the little king up as he had done with his usual kindness, and reached out to help him pat the dust off his trouser legs.

White stared at the glass of water in a daze, as if it were a deadly poison. After a long time, he walked down the stone steps as if he were sleepwalking, and the dagger in his right hand trembled.

The Marquis of Jaime had almost seen the Archon drip blood into the glass, and the Hess Protector then embraced the little King, and when the blade slashed through the boy's fingers, the two drops of blood instantly embraced each other, like twin babies.

"No, no, it can't be!" said White in a hoarse, shriveled voice, to Jaime Dundelion, who was holding the cup, "Witchcraft, witchcraft, absolutely witchcraft!Marquis, believe me!" he muttered backwards until he bumped into the king in the hands of the old protector, "Do it again, do it again!"

"White, you're insulting me!" Jaime Dondelion roared angrily as he threw away the bronze cup.

White looked up and looked at them blankly. This middle-aged man with a well-proportioned figure and high spirits had a trace of blood on his long sleeves and tears in his bright eyes. "You have to trust me! you have been deceived by the Bloodthirsty Queen!" he screeched in a hoarse voice, "I have never harmed that bastard in her belly! I have not plotted for the throne! I just want to keep my brother's inheritance and let Assyria live forever in peace, I don't..... No..... It's not ....." he crouched down and picked up his head in pain, "Go away, get out of my head!!"

The remaining nineteen royal guards immediately gathered around White, drew their silver broadswords, and lowered the mask of their helmets, as if they were ready for a desperate fight.

"In the name of the Fire Tree Crest!" said old Jaime, drawing his sharp sword. He was dressed in leather riding boots, dark cashmere trousers, a sleeveless leather vest, and a black cape with rolled velvet trim over his shoulders. Through the gaps in the leg armor of the nineteen knights, he could clearly see that White seemed to be rolling on the ground, and the expression on his face could only be described as hideous.

"I advise you not to come!" said one of the Imperial Knights, "Marquis, I mean really, swords don't have long eyes!"

"In the name of the Merlister family, swear allegiance to Assyria!" a young knight drew his sword and circled to the other side.

"In the name of the Howoods!" another young knight drew his sword and blocked the exit in the direction of the gate.

For a time, nearly thirty knights drew their swords one after another, swore allegiance, and surrounded the Imperial Knights who swore to resist to the death, while White in the center of the crowd fell to the ground for a long time.

At the same time, a wolf howl suddenly came from outside the hall, and the howl seemed to penetrate the hearts of everyone present.

The white dove standing on the throne looked into the distance. Hundreds of horsemen in sword armor stepped on their horses, but the coat of arms on the armor was not a scythe, but a wolf pattern belonging to Dalton, along with Kenny's own soldiers, and the white-haired snow wolf beside him.

In the blink of an eye, they had surrounded the entire hall, and the white wolf had stopped beside the huge iron oak door, letting out one terrible howl after another.

"Kill him, give the queen justice!" shouted from the quiet hall, and the white dove heard it well, it was Kenny's voice.

Immediately after, the second sound was initiated by Kunti, and in an instant, these two roars became the fuse, igniting the entire crowd.

"In the name of the god Namu, Assyria, and the queen!" the white dove shouted to the crowd as he stood before the throne, "Strip White, the king, the duke, and all his status, strip him of all fiefs and possessions in his name, and arrest him for treason!"