The royal palace at the top of the hill of Marcherus is not a very magnificent building if you really evaluate it - at least in Edward's eyes, as the core of the capital of the New Kingdom, the first people lived on this hill were the newly settled immigrants and the ordinary citizens of the original city, and the whole hill was full of dwellings.

His Majesty Levy Marcherus obviously misestimated the deep affection of these people for their own houses, so that the entire palace could only be built on the edge of the cliff, and two slums "lived next to each other", and the palace gate was a bazaar, and naturally the entire palace area was also very cramped, and even the walls of the palace were converted into part of the palace, and all the structural facilities had to be taken into account for practicality, as for whether it was grand enough or not, it could only be put aside.

Still, the palace is a formidable building from the vantage point of Turin, overlooking half of the city from almost any window – from the southernmost Chapel of the Glorious Cross, to the westernmost Port of Kings, or the ancient walls that connect the two towns to the east.

Such a vision and scene can easily breed a certain desire called "power" in people's hearts, and the rows of pavilions and bustling crowds are all a picture scroll that is left to be transformed, built, and added or subtracted.

Edward, who was standing next to him by the window, stood alone in the empty corridor, admiring the "picture scroll" in front of him with a sideways face, but for now, it was just a picture scroll. No, only envy - Edward would not shy away from this, this picture belonged to the man named Horace Marcherus.

There are 400,000 commoners living in the city, and more than 6,000 nobles with titles, and the nobles and wealthy lords are even more ...... It's only one in 6,000. Edward, who shook his head slightly, chuckled a little self-deprecatingly, and walked towards the end of the hallway.

Edward, dressed as a knight of the sacred tree, strode towards the end of the corridor, and the guard who saw his figure from a distance opened the door very familiarly - to be honest, Edward didn't like to wear it, although it looked quite imposing, but it was too much of a hindrance, especially the cloak of the nature of the dress was still dragging a small section on the ground, just covering the position of the shoulder armor, which greatly affected the movement.

But in the Kingdom of Turin, the clothes on the body are a symbol of status and title - and for Edward, wearing this to the palace is like wearing a suit to meet customers in his previous life, it is completely to make the other party feel respected and worthwhile, not to mention that Edward is not alone now, he has to represent the face of the Knights of the Sacred Tree here, and he can't help but pay attention to it.

At the turn of the hallway, Edward saw the girl he had seen again, leaning weakly against the wall, wearing thick-heeled boots inlaid with gold tassels, and a skirt with white lace that covered her calves, and the white ankles and crystal clear eyes were more dazzling than the sapphires on her forehead.

"Good morning, Your Highness Adele. Like last time, Edward, who quietly walked behind the girl, bent down and smiled: "Are you waiting for someone?"

Edward hated to make the same mistake a second time—after a little acquaintance with a "well-informed" silver-haired wizard, he immediately learned that the little girl he had met last time was not a lady-in-waiting or something, but the only daughter of His Majesty Horace, Her Royal Highness Princess Adele Marcherus, and the sister of Anson who was half a year older.

This would explain why the last time I was outside Goodwin's house, I suddenly felt that someone else was staring at me - apparently Greene Turn, who deliberately did not say, or did not feel the need to let himself know, that there was another passenger in the royal carriage, the little princess in front of him.

"Ahh

"Allow me to offer my sincerest apologies, my Princess. Edward apologized to the little girl "in great trepidation": "Perhaps there is a way in which I can compensate you for the loss a little - whatever you ask, you can ask." ”

"Really?" the little princess's eyes lit up, and she stood in place like a squirrel, stamping her feet, her flushed face hanging low on her chest, as if she was hesitating to think about what conditions she should make: "It's really everything...... Anything?"

"As long as it makes you happy. Edward smiled sincerely, and Her Royal Highness the little princess, who was "inspired", hesitated and pouted her little nose: "That...... Can I ask for a souvenir of yours?"

"Souvenirs?"

"Ah...... Sorry, I forgot that you came from the countryside of Fort Hague, which is the new word in the city of Turin, and that is what it refers to...... Something that reminds you of something important. With her little arms behind her back, Adele said apologetically, "I've heard your story, a knight like you must have a souvenir or two, right?"

"I'm just a newcomer compared to the real seniors. Edward replied humbly, as if groping for a moment, took a turquoise pin from his collar, and handed it to Her Royal Highness Princess Adele with a little affection.

"This ...... It was a gift I received from Madame Angelica after I had avenged the knight of Tornier Cambrai, my former master, and I was a poor squire at the time, and this pin was the only thing of value I had in my body, and perhaps a 'souvenir'. ”

The little princess stretched out her hands, carefully held the turquoise pin in her heart, and looked at Edward solemnly, a touch of pink appeared on her face: "I will definitely protect it, this is also a 'souvenir' for the two of us, Sir Edward, can you tell Anson about what I have been here, okay?"

Edward naturally agreed, and the little princess, Her Royal Highness Adele, disappeared from Edward's vision as if she had gotten the doll she wanted, and left with a few maids at the end of the corridor, and the smile on the black-haired boy's face regained its indifference, and gently held the doorknob in front of him.

Of course he knew what a "souvenir" was, but what reason could he have avoided such a good opportunity when he had the opportunity to curry favor with what might well be one of the very few people in the world who would leave His Majesty unsuspected—after all, he was still working under his majesty, and it would never be a bad thing to pay a little attention.

........................ As usual, His Royal Highness Anson, who had been waiting in front of the spacious terrace for a long time, did not even want to wait a few minutes for Edward to change his clothes, so he directly brandished his wooden sword and slashed it, with an excited expression as if only Edward could be quiet for half an hour if he slashed his sword.

Of course, this is also because Anson knows very well that he is not the opponent of this guy, and naturally there is no need to worry about anything, every swing is in the way of killing with one blow, and there is no so-called "precautions" at all.

Naturally, it is this kind of all-out training method that makes His Royal Highness the little prince progress rapidly-in the empty room, the crisp sound of the wooden swords staggered seems to be a rhythmic note, constantly echoing, and the skin of the excited body began to glow red, and it has only been ten minutes since the beginning of his forehead, and he began to sweat on his forehead.

But compared to usual, Edward could clearly feel that his sword was starting to become more disorganized, and he had become a lot more agitated, as if he was deliberately venting.

"Smack!" Edward unceremoniously flipped Anson's sword aside, and then tapped it on his shoulder, "Let's rest first." ”

"Why, how long has it been?" the little prince frowned, raised his shoulders and tried to walk over to pick it up, but was blocked by Edward again.

"But if you're training and you're thinking about something else, we can't get started. Edward stared at Anson's eyes almost oppressively: "Swords are more honest than people - if you still have distractions in the duel with others, your sword will not be strong enough, it is just a piece of forged iron." ”

The frightened little boy instinctively dodged for a moment, and then sat in the corner angrily, bowing his head and not saying a word. Edward walked over slowly, "Is there something bothering you?"

"I already know why those guys suddenly started attacking immigrants and businessmen from Dominica. Anson looked dull: "It's all because my father appointed Nafario Brindisi as Chancellor of the Exchequer, isn't it?"

"Your Highness, I am your attendant military attaché, but I am also a courtier of Your Majesty - I have no right to argue about such matters. Edward shook his head: "Let me advise you, as His Majesty's eldest son, you should not question him. ”

"But he's clearly done something wrong this time, that guy with half a leg in the coffin is going to ruin the city of Turin!" Anson suddenly stood up and said to Edward, "Look at his unrealistic idea, is he going to let Turin return to the days of the city-state?"

"......" Edward was silent, but his eyes had already revealed some of his shock, and he looked at His Royal Highness the Prince, who was only eleven years old, almost incredulously.

"Where did you hear that?"