"Let's go. Dimitrius stood up, and candles were already lit in the Cathedral of Sivir.

"Can I ask you to accompany me to the temple behind the church?" Lycia thought that since she had come to the church of Sivir, she would go to the temple behind it to fetch a section of the so-called immortal thorn.

"Temple, do you want to cut a thorn strip?" Dimitri remembered that Lycia had used an immortal thorn strip in her daily training.

Lycia nodded.

"Why, the thorn strip can't be engraved with a bonus coat of arms, and the strength is not strong enough. ”

Lycia didn't want to answer because her coat of arms had a lot to do with the thorns. "When I went to the weapons shop before, the owner told me that the undead thorns growing around the temple were of the best quality. ”

Dimitri stood up. "Let's go. ”

The two walked out of the church side by side, towards the only temple in the city of Lantkos.

In the night, Shadow can see the silhouette of the mountain on which the heraldic academy sits.

"After your father's dismissal, the palace guards were assigned to the D'Urberwells, but there must be many of them loyal to your Campbells. Dimitri's arm touched Lycia's back, and he leaned close, and his voice was very low.

"The D'Urberville family was loyal to the church, and my father, in his life, never said a good word about the church. Dimitrius was clearly meant, and he wondered if it was his father who was now sitting on the throne.

"I need you, you go and contact those officers and soldiers, those who are loyal to your family. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's words always go straight to the point.

Lycia didn't give herself any time to think about it, and agreed very decisively, even though she didn't know anything about the family business.

The crown prince has a request for her, and she will definitely have the power to ask for the royal family.

"You're a good fit to be a minister, not a girl to be married. This is already the best statement that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can think of.

Lycia was not in the mood to judge this type of words, how many people Dimitori had said to them. "Thank you for your appreciation. ”

Temperatures are low at night, and even cooler at temples in the wilderness.

The walls were covered with hoarfrost, but Lycia could see the silver thorn at a glance.

Dimitoli raised the torch even higher. "Are you sure you need this one?"

The silver one appears to be noticeably thinner than the brownish-gray ones around it.

"Yes, that's it. Lycia grabbed it directly with her hand, and blood beads immediately pierced her fingertips.

"Why are the thorns hard. ”

Dimitoli drew his short blade, and Zigen slashed the silver thorn strip off. "It will take a few days before it softens. ”

Lycia wiped the blood from her fingertips and wrapped the end of the silver thorn strip in her handkerchief.

She was about to stand up.

Suddenly, I heard a very small voice from underground.

"What's wrong. Dimitri thought that her fingers were too sore to stand up, so she plunged her short blade into the silver scabbard and crouched down. "Finger injury... ”

"Shhhh Lycia was listening intently to the voices coming from underground.

Dimitrius looked at her suspiciously, for he could not hear anything.

However, he didn't bother Lycia, and he didn't make a sound.

'The bastard must be found, and if the crown prince is allowed to succeed to the throne, it is better to continue. The voice suddenly quieted, and then Lycia heard a sound of footsteps.

"Let's go. She didn't care how prickly the thorn strip with only a handkerchief was, and she held the silver thorn in one hand, and grabbed Dimitri's clothes with the other, and ran away from the temple.

Halfway through, he was taken by Dimitoli in a different direction and ran to the Pegasus stables.

"Get on the horse. Dimitri summoned his Pegasus and pulled Lycia up and made her sit behind him.

In the darkness of the night, the two quickly left the area where the temple and Sivir Cathedral were located.

Pegasus pertains on the academy's terrace.

Dimitorius helped Lycia off his horse, and he looked down to see that Lycia's white robe was covered in blood. "Bandage your wounds first, and then tell me what exactly you've heard. ”

The two of them sat in the empty academy classroom, and Dimitori was looking for some materials to make a simple healing circle.

Lycia's hands were covered with small wounds, and soon they stopped bleeding.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, does His Majesty the Emperor have illegitimate children?" she had only heard over the years that His Majesty the Emperor was weak in terms of fertility, and several mistresses did not leave any children, only a son and a daughter of him and Empress Tyr.

Dimitori rearranged his slightly messy blonde hair. "Three years ago, the little boy was executed by my aunt. ”

It was as if he was immersed in a terrible memory.

"Bastards can cause endless trouble for the royal family, and for the entire Thorn Empire. Dimitoli's elbow rested on the table, his index finger and suspension resting on his brow.

"Just now, right under the temple, I heard a passage. Lycia stroked the bumpy wound in her palm. "The bastard must be found, and if the crown prince succeeds to the throne, it is better to continue," she repeated in full.

"It seems that the little boy is not dead, and neither the temple nor the church wants you to succeed you. Lycia said.

Dimitori raised his head and took his hand off the table and placed it on his lap. "Yes, of course, I've had this feeling for a long time, and I've been suspicious of the temple since the Grey Sparrow came to the ball to report the funeral. ”

"It's just that the little boy didn't die. He should be ten years old now. Dimitrius looked at Lycia.

"You need to rush before the church, find him, and then. Lycia paused.

"Then kill him. With that, Dimitri handed the dagger to Lycia. "I'm sure you won't tell anyone about today's conversation, this gives you the Silver Moon, the Thorn Strip can only attack enemies from a distance. ”

Lycia took the shortblade and replied to Dimitri in a voice that was extremely firm. "Of course, Your Highness, my allegiance to the Thorn Empire will also be loyal to you. ”

She couldn't help but glance at Dimitoli's favorability, twenty-five percent, very good, much higher than before.

*

Temple.

Futespa's feet were dangling ten centimeters from the ground, and she looked at the wall with obvious cut thorns, and next to her stood three hooded men.

"It's her again. ”

One of them plucked the bloody leaf and presented it to Futespar with both hands.

"Keep it and you'll be sure to use it in the future. Futespar levitated the circle of light in the air, aiming at the footprints on the ground. "There is another person, who should be our Royal Highness the Crown Prince. ”