Autumn has arrived.

For the people of the God-given land, autumn has a different meaning.

For Alsace, autumn may mean that the decades-old life is about to pass a quarter again, with good things happening and bad things happening, and it's still a mixture of joy and sorrow.

For Rem, the former generalissimo of the Empire, autumn may mean the sorrow that must be faced after the end of summer, and the bitter cold of winter that will soon come.

For Audley and Angelina, autumn may not mean anything at all. I am still happy to live today, and this is the most memorable thing.

For Kane, autumn may mean a new take-off, and another unpredictable and unpredictable future.

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Central City, the royal palace

A man of stunning beauty lay comfortably on the bed, enjoying the afternoon while tasting the delicious purple grapes that were fed to his mouth by the hands of a beautiful maid.

He is the second prince of the Holy Empire, Arthas.

"Your Highness, I'm back. ”

"How's that going on with what I asked you to check?"

"We have received news that the handsome lady has been living at Kane's house lately, and she seems to be in a close relationship with Angelina. ”

"She's having a relationship with Angelina......'s minx? Hey, she's mysterious. Dent, what should I do? She fascinated me more and more, and I wanted to see her again. ”

"Your Highness......"

Dent wanted to say something, but was immediately interrupted by Arthas.

"Dent, shut up! ”

"......" Dent wanted to speak and stopped, uncomfortable.

"Hey, she's so beautiful, with that slender and thin figure and stubborn eyes...... I really feel like I'm holding her in my arms. Unaware of Dent's anomaly, Arthas was immersed in his own beautiful fantasies, talking to himself.

"Arthas, who do you want to take in your arms?!" came a resentful female voice.

The sound startled Arthas, and he jumped up from the bed in a hurry, and before he could vomit the grape skin in his mouth, he swallowed the grape flesh into his stomach.

"Y-Why are you here?" the gorgeous girl who suddenly appeared in front of him made Arthas incoherent, and he pointed at Dent and scolded, "Why didn't you tell me earlier when the third princess came......! Didn't I tell you to stop her early?"

"Your Highness, I wanted to tell you just now, but you didn't let Dent speak. ”

"I ......"

"Arthas, you haven't answered my question yet, who do you want to hug, and why do you want Dent to stop me?"

"I ...... I...... Ah......hhhh Dent!

"Your Royal Highness, there's nothing I can do. ”

"Dent, get me out! I'm going to teach this big carrot a good lesson. Okay, you say, who do you want to hug? Say! Tell me!"

"Oops, it hurts, it hurts...... I was wrong, I just wanted to put my arms around you...... Oh, don't, don't...... Help!" Arthas struggled weakly, but he could do nothing but groan.

Seeing his master being tortured like this, Dent had no choice but to silently close the door and pray for him. Soon, Arthas was muted by the woman, and the miserable cries disappeared into the twilight along with the remnants of the afternoon sun, startling waves of migrating birds.

Another quarter of Alsace's normal life has passed.

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Central City, Marshal's Palace.

A fat man with his back to the door, standing by the window, looking at the fallen leaves outside, stunned. This is Rem's home, and it is also the Marshal's Mansion of the Holy Empire, but from this day onwards, its previous title will be changed.

Rem, he is no longer the generalissimo of the empire, and the house he is in is no longer called the marshal's mansion.

He's just an ordinary fat guy now.

All members of the Wings of Judgment are missing, and their fate is unknown. As the supreme commander, he alone resisted all the responsibilities, took all the merits and demerits, and lost all the glory because of it. He is nothing now.

Knock knock.

"Who?"

"Lord Rem...... It's me. ”

"Oh, Lance, it's you. Why do you have time to come to me? You marshal can't be lazy, the new past few days have been the busiest. ”

"My ......, my lord"

Lance was silent.

Lance was young and talented, with a military talent not inferior to Rehm, and he was known as the most competent soldier. He was calm, obedient, and measured, and as Rehm's deputy, he was trusted by Generalissimo Rem. After Rem stepped down, he was naturally elected as his successor, replacing Rem with the responsibility of safeguarding the safety of the Holy Empire, and became the new generalissimo of the Empire.

This is something Rem had long expected. The moment he chose to take all the responsibility alone, he knew that Lance would take his place.

"Don't call me an adult anymore, I'm nothing now, I should call you an adult. Rem said lightly without looking back.

"Rem ...... Teacher, no matter what happens, you are still Lance's teacher, and Lance will never forget your nurture. ”

"Teacher, teacher...... Haha, it's a name that hasn't been seen in a long time. Don't be so sad about it, you kid, I'm not dead yet!"

"Teacher ......"

"It's okay...... I believe in you, Lance, just let it go. You are not like me, you have principles, bearing, and strategy, and I am just a fat man who can fight, once I lose the battle, others will say that I am a useless wastewood. And you are different, you are more suitable for the position of marshal than me, hey, in fact, I should have given way a long time ago......"

"No ......"

"Okay Lance, don't pretend to be pitiful here with Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu doesn't need you to comfort him. Rem waved his hand, "Get out of here, what to do!"

"......" Lance gritted his teeth, saluted a standard military salute, said nothing, and left silently.

"Hey......"

Looking at Lance's dashing and resolute back, Rem sighed softly. His mood was like the leaves falling outside the window, which were ruthlessly blown by the autumn wind, turning yellow and dilapidated little by little, and finally reduced to a puddle of rancid and pungent mud.

Knock knock.

"Who?"

"Teacher Rem, I'm Lance!" Lance suddenly ran back again.

"His grandmother's, why are you back again, didn't Lao Tzu let you go!"

"Teacher Rem, the person who came before was not Lance, he was the Generalissimo of the Empire. And now, the real Lance has come to greet you......!

"You stinky boy......" Rem felt his nose sour for a moment, he quickly turned his back to look out the window, and said calmly, "When did you learn to be so slippery?"

"Hehe......" Lance smiled awkwardly and didn't answer Rem's question, "Teacher Rem, what are your plans for the future?"

"Of course, it's to find out the bastard who made Lao Tzu carry the black pot! And then trample him to death! His grandmother's, Lao Tzu can admit it, but he must not admit it!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Hmm...... This one...... There's not much to do about it yet. I'll go find Kane's dead old man first. I haven't seen him in seven years, and that guy's academy, I don't know if it's still there. It's going to be funny if he goes out of business, I'm going to have to laugh at him, haha. ”

"Teacher Rehm, are you going to go back to Hogg House to teach?" Lance's gaze instantly became hot.

"Hey, it's too tiring to be a bullshit marshal, and a teacher is my old job...... Hey, Lance, Lance, the Empire, I'll leave it to you. You, you have to come on!"

"No, Mr. Rem--" Lance bowed deeply and said earnestly, "this position will always be yours! Mr. Rem, you have not left us, you have just accidentally fallen into the enemy's despicable trap and fallen into a bitter battle, but that will be a piece of cake for you, and one day you will overturn the enemy's trap and defeat them once and for all-just like ever! So, Lance is looking forward to your victory!"

"Cut, you kid...... Get out of here!"

"Okay, Mr. Rem, student Lance is out!"

Unpretentious, and without superfluous flattery, Lance's expression was still as rigid and stiff as ever, but Lance, who claimed to be a student, still gave Rem something more in his heart.

Seeing Lance leave, Rem returned to the window and admired the beauty of autumn.

This time, his mood seemed to be different from the last time.

The fallen leaves are still the fallen leaves. The withered trees in the yard are like fallen rems, lifeless and lifeless, even if they survive the bleak autumn, the ensuing cold will bring a bitter cold to the dying trees, crush their dead branches with heavy snow, and give them a fatal blow!

That's right, his summer is over, and after a short autumn, a harsh winter is coming.

However, time passes, and the seasons change......

Who knows what will happen next spring?