Her sideburns were flanked by falcon's wings, her verdant olive branch garlands wrapped around her curly bangs, her long golden fluffy ponytail shining proudly in the dazzling light, she walked slowly with beauty and solemnity, brushed away the clouds and black mist, and came to Hyde.

"My dear Hyde, have you forgotten your mother, have you forgotten our blood?"

She furrowed her slender eyebrows, her eyes filled with apprehension, with indescribable brilliant beauty and sorrow, and her hands cupped Hyde's cheeks with endless warmth and affection.

"Mom, are you guiding me?"

Suddenly all confusion vanished, consciousness was restored, Hyde felt the stupidity of what had just happened, the destruction and pain in his heart dissipated, and he was anxious to see his mother's face. But why, everything seems clear and yet vague? There is only a feeling of warmth, a flowing warmth, flowing around his fists, what is going on?

"Your Highness, you ...... Are you awake?"

It was a familiar, delicate voice, it was Frey's. The voice brought Hydra back to reality, and he opened his eyes. But immediately he was caught by an unstoppable sense of surprise and regret.

"Frey! you ......"

The young god's favor was almost overwhelmed by astonishment and shame, for he saw what was happening clearly. Frey half-knelt in front of Catherine, who was already stunned, and used her slender hands to block Hyde's slamming iron fist. Despite the divine power of Tal, Frey was wounded by the sheer force, blood trickling from her white fingers, staining the pale red sleeves of her skirt a bloody color.

"It's good that you're sober, I'm fine. Your Highness's divine power is truly amazing, and fortunately, you have finally retracted your anger. ”

A smile tugged at the corners of Frey's mouth, and she tried to make as relieved expression as she could, but her body still trembled involuntarily, and her jaw was lacerated and blood stained Hyde's iron fist. Princess Catherine, the golden-armored girl who was covered by her, was speechless in surprise, but the brutality in her eyes disappeared, and what remained was shock and emotion that could not be concealed.

In an instant, Hyde rushed in front of Princess Catherine at an incredible speed, knocking the old Edgeworth Director Cicero five or six steps away, and the inhuman roar frightened Catherine to sit on the ground on the spot. But the moment he struck down, Frey rushed up, and with all her powers, she took Hyde's blow with both hands, avoiding a possible tragedy, of course, this also had something to do with Hyde's final soberness. Although Frey is a deity of the earth god Tal, she is not a knight or mage who specializes in strength and combat, and it will be difficult to resist Hyde's furious blow.

"Frey, how can I do this! I ......"

Hyde suddenly half-knelt down, he hugged Frey's shoulders tightly, and he was a little overwhelmed to speak sadly, looking at Frey's injured hands, looking at Frey's blood on his hand armor, Hyde who came to his senses simply didn't know what to say. He unconsciously sent out a killer and unconsciously injured his beloved lover, which made him ashamed and wanted to find a crack to get into.

"Oops, I made Miss Grisa's dress look bad, it's ......"

Frey suddenly laughed and cried out, and the clever girl saw the sadness on Hyde's face, and made a relaxed gesture to change the subject.

Because she was attending a formal banquet, Frey did not wear armor, but wore a pale red wide-sleeved pleated gown that Miss Grisha had given her, revealing her fair shoulders and half of her soft breasts, and her slender neck was knotted with red ribbons and white lace. The dress was worn by Grisha as a child, and the fat Ice Mage aunt claimed that in her youth, she was slimmer than Frey's. It's just that after encountering a negative man, he overate in anger and made himself a big fat man.

Now, the corners of the skirt were torn open more than a foot long, and the sleeves and chest were stained with blood, and the ornate silver thread embroidery on it was also stained. But Miss Grisha wouldn't say anything, for it was enough to make her happy that the conflict had stopped.

"What a skirt is not a skirt, your injury is my pain!

Hyde slapped himself in the mouth and hugged Frey tightly into his broad chest, his eyes blurred with uncontrollable tears. Frey could hear the man's intense heartbeat, the warmth and heartbeat that made the beautiful black-haired girl's cheeks red, and she hung her head a little shyly.

"Your Excellency, who has been blessed by the goddess Mirmidia, is your name Hyde, and I see in your face the shadow of the immortal Valkyrie Princess, who is her most beloved son?"

The Superintendent of Edgeworth, named Cicero, walked over, picked up the golden-armored princess who was sitting on the ground bewildered, and then took off his hat and asked Hyde his questions. It can be seen that the old man with white hair and long beard is very excited, and there are tears shining in his eyes.

"Yes, this is His Excellency Hyde von Midenholland, the glorious deity of Mirmity, the most beloved son of Princess Tyrir Valkyrie, but what I didn't expect was that his sister would be stupid enough to poison him, don't you know that the fury of the white wolf's blood is uncontrollable? What would all this have become without the selfless help of Miss Frey, the god of Tar? Cicero of the Wind Sword, you are really old!"

Old Loren also walked over, he preemptively answered the question of the golden-armored superintendent in front of Hyde, his every word was heavy like a wielding hammer vibrating in the air, his bronze hand holding the hilt of the greatsword, his expression was solemn, like a thousand years of snow-capped mountains.

"Champion Executioner Blood Sword Loren, so you're His Highness Hyde's bodyguard, aren't you dreaming?"

Cicero's hat fell to the ground, his voice trembling with excitement. It can be seen that he and old Loren know each other, and they seem to have a deep friendship.

"It's not a dream, now standing in front of you is Loren Pranco, the executioner of the Blood Sword back then! It's been almost thirty years, has the Sword of the Wind lost its former light? Have you forgotten the days when we raised the sword together under the command of the Valkyrie Princess?"

Old Loren's voice carried a heavy force, and he took two steps forward, looking at the old man with long golden armor and beard. He was a full head taller than Cicero, and his old acquaintance, who looked down with a little sadness, slammed his great sword into the ground, and there was a slight shock.

"Yes, I'm old, more than twenty years have passed, and my sword of wind is no longer as sharp as it used to be. But you must know that if it weren't for the Holy Valkyrie Mirmidia's Seal that made me understand the identity of Her Highness Hyde, you should have understood what would have happened in that moment! I have never forgotten my loyalty to Her Highness the Valkyrie Princess, but the Divine Favor of Tar has preempted me, and this is the thing that I am most ashamed of. ”

After a moment of silence, the old man in golden armor replied. He looked at Frey, who was snuggled in Hyde's arms, his eyebrows drooping, his expression foggy. The failure to be knocked off by Hyde was a shame to the stubborn old man, and his voice was full of pain.

"Is Her Highness Catherine Hyde's sister or sister? She doesn't know how to take it seriously! She has used such a heavy hand against His Highness Hyde, doesn't she know the basic rules of treating well-meaning comrades? If her opponent had not been Hyde, she might have lost her life, and I hope you will take responsibility, because those who don't know the rules can't stand on the battlefield. ”

Old Loren raised his bronze hand and rebuked the princess named Catherine mercilessly. There was anger in his voice, and the joints between his fingers clicked.

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