"Miss Marshall." A white hall, spotless.

William held the sword in his hand, but he did not draw it, his shoulders were steady, and his chest was whitened by the sun.

Standing directly across from William was Marshall, dressed in simple clothes, her blond hair hanging softly, and her eyes seemed to be a little hesitant, but they flashed with stubbornness.

She pursed her lips and said, "Mr. William, Uncle Charlie said, let me learn swordsmanship from you." ”

"Hmm......" William nodded slightly, his right hand was lowered from the hilt of the sword, and the corners of his mouth did not have any expression, "King Charles asked me to teach you swordsmanship, it's not bad." ”

"But," he paused, "before we can contact the swordsmanship, we need to sort out what exactly this sword we have in our hands, or the sword you will wear on your waist in the future, is used for. ”

Suddenly, Marshall's expression became inexplicably hideous, her fists clenched, and her body trembled uncontrollably with anger.

"Of course, to kill all the people who killed my father—"

William interrupted her with a smile: "Miss Marshall, we might as well calm down, but I'm sure you shouldn't be right now." ”

"How could I possibly calm down!" Her tone was tinged with a misty cry.

William stretched out his hand, the corners of his mouth curled, carefully holding the golden ray of sunlight in his hand.

"So, let's find out what Miss Golden Rose wants."

Zi –

The sunlight, which was as clear as water, suddenly condensed into a solid body.

On the palm of William's hand, there were five golden magic lines, as if they were breathing, opening and closing.

In Marshall's eyes, it was a real piece of gold because of how perfect it looked!

"What are you seeing now?" William said softly.

Marshall: "That's, a piece of gold, gold that comes out of the sun. ”

"Why did a piece of gold suddenly emerge from the sun? That's weird, isn't it? So, let's move on. ”

William's hand took the "gold" with ease, and it didn't seem to have the slightest weight.

An indescribable rustling sound bloomed from within the golden solid under Marshall's astonished gaze.

"It's—"

"-Shhh William smiled and put the index finger of his left hand to his mouth, signaling her to be quiet.

Burst!

That's a real, golden bud!

Like clean water washing away the mud, a large piece of "gold" writhed and retracted inexplicably in the sun!

"That's what I'm going to pursue." William's voice seemed to be muttering.

Instantly, a golden rose swirled and opened from the bud, and the rest of it turned into a slender stalk, which was pinched in William's hand.

"It's, something I've always dreamed of." William said ethereally.

"What is it?"

Suddenly, the rose shuddered violently and stabbed forward in William's whisper!

Fragile petals, interspersed with translucent veins, bloom in front of Marshall!

It was the breath of the stamens, the fluttering golden.

Inside the hall, it was very quiet. The dust fell, and the rose in William's hand was intact, swaying up and down slightly.

"That's what I'm after." William smiled and tossed the golden rose to Marshall, who was not far away.

"Mr. William?"

"Miss Marshall, before we pick up the sword, we need to know what we are pursuing, and the golden rose in your heart is still waiting for you." William never drew his sword from his waist, and the pattern on the hilt glowed silvery in the sunlight.

"What do you mean?" Marshall was a little confused.

"Well, then, please practice piercing this rose. If you're like me and don't let a single petal fall, then I'll take you to pick a sword to practice swordsmanship. If not, then wait, and in a month at most, I'll take you there. ”

The rose is so light to the touch that you can't even feel its weight.

Marshall gently flicked the thin petals with his fingers and said nothing.

It looked very strong, after all, she even pulled it hard, and she didn't pick off a single golden rose petal.

"Marshall, let's get started." William ordered.

"Yes." Marshall drew the scoop according to the gourd, and made the same horse step as William before, grasping the stem of the rose in his right hand, and bowing slightly backwards.

"Hey!" With a low shout, Marshall's right hand was instantly unsheathed!

Wow –

"Huh?" The boundless golden petals fell to Marshall's shocked and incredulous eyes, as if they were not connected in the first place.

She watched in amazement as the petals swayed in the air, flipped up and down, and finally landed on the floor of the hall.

In her hand, there was only a bare golden flower pole.

"It's ...... What's going on? Marshall muttered, looking incessantly at William.

"Because the rose in your heart has not been formed." William smiled and waved his hand, and the rose petals that had fallen on the ground fluttered up again, one by one, back to where they should have been.

"What do you mean, that rose in my heart?" Marshall touched his chest and said puzzled.

"Because you are Miss Rose, but you are still young, and it is understandable that you don't understand this, but you said at the beginning, to be as beautiful but sharp as a rose."

"What does that have to do with that!" Marshall's anger swelled up, and he realized that this guy was playing tricks on himself.

"Don't be angry," William said, "my master taught me that at the time. ”

"So what!"

"Since I was seven years old, I have been practicing for twelve years before I am allowed to hold a sword."

His pupils constricted, and Marshall clenched his hands and bit his lower lip.

"Mr. William, why is that?"

"In these 12 years, I have found what I am most precious and what I am looking for." The corners of William's mouth were slightly upturned, and he looked very gentle in the sun.

"What's that?"

"That's ......" a gentle sadness flashed in the corners of his eyes, "love, lust, and her future and, of course, freedom." ”

"It's selfish, I used this excuse to ......," William continued, "so I didn't stay in the Brotherhood much longer, and became one of the mayors of the Mercenary Guild because of freedom. ”

"And now, even this only freedom is being denied."

"Mr. William......"

"That's fine." William shook his head as if he didn't care, "And you, Marshall, don't be blinded by the hatred in front of you, think about it, I hope you can calm down in the midst of this repetition." ”

"Yes......" Marshall lowered his head, staring at the long-recovered rose in his hand.

Call!

She stabbed the first shot!

The petals were scattered, and none were left.

William on the side was unwavering, and the corners of his mouth were still smiling.

Laugh at!

The second one!

It was still scattered, falling like snowflakes in Marshall's somewhat annoyed eyes.

"King Charles...... He and Ewini are brothers, but they are very different. William smiled bitterly and said.

Tears slipped from the corners of Marshall's eyes and hit the floor of the hall with a crackling sound.

Next, it is still stubbornly stabbed, of course, what is done is useless.

“...... Ho! Marshall seemed to have drained himself of his strength from one stab after another.

Looking at her unwilling, lonely, but lonely eyes, William seemed to see himself back then.

"Oh, I miss it." William snapped his fingers, dragged the chair next to him out of thin air, and sat down quietly.

"Woo ......" For some reason, the tip of his nose was horribly sour, and inexplicable pain and panic flowed wantonly in Marshall's veins.

The pent-up emotions were eventually released.

What is she pursuing?

I don't know how many times later.

A rainbow gleam appeared in William's eyes.

It was a petal that didn't slip off the pole, it staggered, but it didn't fall.

"Ho......!" Marshall gasped for breath and his body spasmed.

She didn't know if there was sweat or tears on her face.

She eventually laughed, tears into laughter.

"Mr. William."

"You're doing a great job." William clapped his hands in a sign of approval, and his crisp voice echoed through the empty hall.

"Maybe you may find the rose in your heart sooner than I do." He said heartily.