"Throw your sword down, guest. The voice was heard by a woman, who leaned the blade of her sword slightly against the baron's neck. Reildra could feel that the other man's sword hand had been steady, not like a novice.

With the dull sound of the scabbard slamming on the ground, the sword tapped the baron on the shoulder, signaling him to turn around. Lildra slowed down as much as she could, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings with the master, who held the power of life and death over him. When the baron stopped his slow movements, the woman standing opposite him surprised him.

He suppressed the name that almost blurted out, but this very abnormal performance had been keenly captured by the woman through the suddenly dilated pupils just now. "You know me?" she asked, tilting her head.

The baron was silent and did not answer, he had never imagined that the seemingly weak Princess Cecilia would be so calmly pointed her sword firmly at the throat of a knight. "Take off your mask, mystery man, or I won't mind painting a portrait of you when you die. Princess Cecilia smiled gently, but her words revealed a fierce murderous intent. Lildra was in a dilemma, his hand hesitantly raised and lowered, he couldn't reveal his identity and face so easily.

"You're so indecisive. The princess's mocking voice came, and before the words fell, the sword flashed in front of the baron, and then he felt a cold attack on his face, and he had no time to react as he should, but he could feel the breath of death, and Lildra closed his eyes, waiting for the verdict of fate.

By the time he opened his eyes again, the hood had been torn apart, her young face was exposed to the air, Cecilia's delicate brows furrowed, and the last thing she wanted was happening right in front of her eyes.

"You're the Knight of the Holy City from Baanholm?" The princess's voice grew cold, and Lildra could even feel the temperature of the sword in front of her drop. Looking at the still silent baron, the princess unexpectedly withdrew her sword, "I don't want the king's cronies to die here, and I don't want him to hate me because of it. ”

The baron stood still, and though the sword had been withdrawn, it was not sheathed, and the princess blocked his path with a gloomy face. Cecilia's sword returned to him when Rildera began to dodge and cast his gaze on the long sword on the ground: "Tell me, what did you just put in it?"

This could not be concealed, and the baron had to shrug his shoulders: "Some not very important letters. "It's not very important? The princess asked the crucial question, "Is it the king's order?"

Cecilia's face tightened, and the baron feared that if she was agitated, the weapon in her hand would be shaken, and it would cause a tragedy. But this question could not be answered by Lildra, who only kept his mouth shut like a saint, silently staring into the blue eyes of the beautiful woman opposite. Cecilia knew that she couldn't get an answer from the delicate knight in front of her, and she sneered and slowly moved her body towards a hidden letter, the long sword in her hand not trembling at all.

"Your sword is good, and so are your swordsmanship. The baron began to try to communicate with the princess. Cecilia's eyes flashed with a hint of nostalgia: "This is the result of my father, who forced us to practice from an early age, and my younger brother has been running away, for which I have been beaten a lot. "Uh・・・・・・" Baron did not comment on the actions of Mongisa V.

The princess pulled out the letter she had just stuffed in, and she tore it open roughly, observing the baron's dangerous actions with the peripheral eye of her eyes, and as she quickly skimmed through the main contents, her mouth slightly wide open and a little dazed as she read the most important ones......

The baron stepped back from the ground, his left foot on the ground and the sword slid back sharply, avoiding the princess's knee-jerk stabbing blow, and kicking the sword up and gripping it in his hand before Cecilia's second attack arrived.

Cecilia stopped her leap forward, trying to summon the soldier, but opened her mouth several times and dismissed the thought several times. "What a bastard!" said the princess, waving the letter angrily, "this is a naked slander, and it was you who tempted the king to make such an incredible decision!"

The baron did not answer, the sword was unsheathed, and now Princess Cecilia did not call the guards out of all her scruples, but the temporary safety did not mean anything, and she needed to leave this dangerous place and this dangerous woman immediately.

Cecilia looked at the baron with mixed feelings, she really didn't know what to do with it. Catch this man, but the husband and the brother will break up completely. Let him go?what should he do next?The baron didn't miss his opponent's hesitation, and he sent the sword in the princess's hand flying with just one ordinary blow.

The tide was reversed, and now it was time for the baron's sword to point at Cecilia.

But he didn't, the king hated his brother-in-law, not his sister, and there was no need for him to add a sword to a royal family when he already had the upper hand. However, like the princess's entanglement, the baron knew that his mission had failed, and leaving the Duke's palace would be useless.

The two of them looked at each other awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. One is in the difficult choice of husband or brother, and the other is facing the aftermath of the failure of an important task.

"Can we just destroy the letters as if it didn't happen, and you go to your banquet and I'll eat my supper?" The baron, in desperation, cautiously came up with an idea that was not really a good idea.

"Are all my brothers such geniuses?" the princess rolled her eyes, "what are the nobles of Baanholm doing in the Holy City, are you really that religious?"

"If the Holy City is captured by the infidels, the next one to be ignited by the flames of war will be Bamholm. I am for myself and for the Holy City. The presence of His Royal Highness the Duke hindered the unity of the entire kingdom. ”

"It's a joke, if my husband is to be responsible for the politics of the kingdom, then Raymond and Clark are not good people. My brother, who had always been indifferent to the country, is suddenly going to lead us again, do you believe that the Duke of Ramonard is really selfless for the royal family?He covets my business, he wants to remove my husband, a unity built on dirty deals?Ridiculous!" Cecilia's chest, angered by the baron's words, rose and fell sharply, so that the baron had to force his eyes away.

"His Royal Highness the Duke is only a regent after all. The baron replied, "He has offended the king, and he is obsessed with power that does not belong to him, which is the original sin of greed." ”

"What can I do?" Cecilia's originally calm voice began to cry, the recent drastic changes in the political situation had left her physically and mentally exhausted, "I love them, but each of them loves power more than the other. What was wrong with Lunision? Without him, the kingdom would have fallen apart long ago. But you only see him eating, drinking, and merrymaking, but you don't want to think at all that a regent can only care about his own enjoyment?

The princess finally burst into tears, and the long stress had broken her mind at this unfortunate time, and she threw down her sword and sat down on the cold floor, tears dripping down her fair face and onto the ground, leaving cold stains there.

"I want Lunicion to give up regency, he doesn't want to. I wanted my brother to wait a little longer, and it seems he wouldn't want to. Cecilia's faint voice spoke of her pain, "Go away, I don't want to see you again." ”