"Midland's army is yours, for you are the noble son of Her Royal Highness Princess Anna, the Valkyrie. Midland's sword is your sword, so why do you deliberately separate it?"

A gentle, familiar voice interrupted Hyde's words, with a windy air. At some point, Lisa had silently appeared behind the young god. The beautiful warrior in black armor bowed her knees gracefully in greetings to Hyde, her short cloak dancing like a swallow's wings in the night sky, her bright eyes glowing with sorrow.

"Miss Lisa......"

Hyde didn't know what to say for a while, he couldn't dare to face those emerald beautiful eyes, Lisa in the melancholy had an indescribable mature charm, and her aura was so like his own mother. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be, he really didn't know if it was a coincidence or something else. Mrs. Greenhill bears a striking resemblance to Princess Anna, but Lisa is special in her breath, which Hyde remembers is unforgettable, the breath that will never be forgotten in the Battle of the Black Forest, but how should this be explained? Could it be that Lisa is a close relative of her own mother?

"My noble highness, I understand the bitterness and pain in your heart, for my pain and guilt are deeper than yours! I also understand your doubts as to why a maid who is not related to the princess has the breath of a princess, but I am all because of the noble gift of your noble mother, and I take the liberty of saying that I do not know whether to call her master or my sister or mother. ”

The stunningly beautiful champion warrior of the Divine Favor lowered her head with her dark blonde curls, her hands clinging to the armor on her chest. Her voice was soft, but every word was carved into Hyde's heart, shaking his young heart, and an indescribable sense of astonishment and sourness flooded everything like a tidal wave.

"The reason why you want to hear all this? It was a story from many years ago, but it was a portrayal of the noble soul of Her Royal Highness Princess Valkyrie, and I think the noble Highness Hyde must be willing to know all this, wouldn't it?"

"Yes...... Dear Miss Lisa, please tell me all this. ”

Lisa's voice was impossible to refuse, every bit of her mother's history was something Hyde was eager to know. In fact, several times these days, Hyde has tried to ask Loren Sr. about his mother's story, but for some reason, the words are always interrupted by the painful memories of parting. Sometimes, he was simply afraid of the memories of that moment, because the indescribable pain always writhed his heart. And the elder Loren rarely mentioned the story of his mother's time, as if an invisible weight reverberated on his old shoulders.

But now it's different, Lisa is a very special person. She wielded Hyde's mother's weapon, she was Hyde's cold father's lover, something that was supposed to cause the young goddess to cast displeasure and anger. But the opposite is true, Hyde has a special closeness to Lisa, an indescribable closeness.

This is because Lisa's hand saved Hyde's life, Lisa's body has the breath of a mother, Lisa is her mother's maid, her endless tenderness and tears make the anger ice turn into soft water, Hyde's intuition tells him about Lisa's relationship with her mother, this beautiful Sharya deity seems to be more like her mother's separated relatives.

"Thank you for allowing me to say what I have long wished to say, my noble highness. ”

Lisa once again bowed her slender body deeply to greet Hyde, the beautiful maid of the Midland's court with indescribable tenderness in her every move. Although she is now dressed in full armor and dazzling armor, her soft and low-key demeanor is like that of a shy maid, and her soft voice carries a melancholy wind gently flowing through the wasteland and the fire, which was the melancholy and sad story of twenty years ago.

"I was born in the land of the Duchy of Nordland, a land between the cold fjords and the waves, where the Nordrans live between the sea and the mountains, believing in the great Sigmar and the ancient gods, especially the unpredictable god of the sea. Because the Nordlanders cannot live without the sea, the joy of the sea's bounty and the sorrow of its loss, they are the people of the sea. ”

The wind blew Lisa's deep golden curls, her black cloak embroidered with the coat of arms of the white wolf, and with her soft, mournful voice, the emerald eyes of the chief maid of the Midland's court looked to the end of heaven and earth, as if to inquire the direction of the sea.

"There is a thriving fishing port in the north-west of Nordland next to the Hanseatic Castle, crowded with three- and four-storey slate houses. It was always so busy, full of the sea breeze and the fishy smell of fish, and the pungent smell of the indispensable fire wine. Fishermen and seafarers love wine, and it is indispensable in the cold tides. I've been impressed with these since I was a kid because my home is in a little tavern called the petrel. ”

The sea was far away, but Lisa's voice was like hearing the roar of the sea. Hyde stood silently in front of her, Frey snuggled up to Hyde's chest, the dark-haired girl gazing gently at the tall female warrior in front of her, her dark eyes seemed to have many eager words.

"Everything was perfect for me until I was eight years old, even though I was just the daughter of a small tavern owner. My father was a fat businessman, he had a two-story stone house and a dhow fishing boat, and four sturdy sons and a little daughter, one of my older brothers served as gunners on the warships of the Imperial Navy, and my three older brothers lived on fishing boats and docks in the harbor, and they loved little me as much as my parents, and I naively felt that the world was mine. ”

Between those soft words, the dark blonde-haired female warrior suddenly revealed a sweet smile, as if because of the memories of her happiness. She gently brushed her curved and thick bangs, and then continued to tell her story of the past more than twenty years ago.

"But there are also some shadows between the good, and the old people talk about the horror of the dark elves. They ruled here two hundred years ago, they sacked Hanseatic Fort forty years ago, and it is said that the pirates with their spider-like helmets are a hundred times more terrible than the most venomous sea serpents, and their prey and booty are not gold or silver but human suffering. It is said that the brutality of the dark spirits is unimaginably horrific to humans, but I only thought of it as a horror story in the shadows of the alley corner. ”

"But the shadow in the story turned into a real nightmare on a terrible foggy day, the day of my eighth birthday. That day my dad bought me a three-masted whalebone boat, and it was a wonderful and exquisite gift. I happily took the boat and hurried to the small fountain at the edge of the fishing port for my trial, but that moment became a moment of eternal separation from my parents and loved ones. ”

Lisa's gentle voice suddenly became low, her armored fist clenched suddenly, and the black rune armor made a subtle metallic grinding sound. Hyde's heart beat to the sound of friction, and he felt Lisa's stirring and sentimental heart.

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