Although it was only for a moment, Edward was indeed a little frightened - it was not because of Anson's remarks, because of such a methodical and meticulous thought, and more importantly, with such a biased word, it was absolutely impossible for a child of only eleven years old to say it.

So someone must have deliberately revealed it to him, and the purpose of the other party was self-evident - they wanted to use Anson's hand to exert pressure on His Majesty Horace, or to reveal a faint dissatisfaction, after all, no one would take a child's words seriously, but the other party's direct approach surprised him extremely much.

It seems that as Marco Tasker described, it won't be long before the city of Turin will be split in two, and everyone will have to choose a side as soon as possible to make sure they survive and profit from the losing side. And apparently there are already people who are starting to be unable to hold back and are ready to seize the opportunity.

But it was not yet time to choose his own side, and as a new knight with no roots in Turin, Edward's only advantage was his current direct allegiance to His Majesty Horace, and maintaining this loyalty would give him a lot of flexibility to not be forced to take sides in the first place - after all, the real master of this kingdom was still His Majesty.

"Can you tell me, Your Highness Anson, who told you this?" Edward asked Anson as if he were chatting very casually, "Commander Greene Turn?"

"It's not him, this guy never tells me much. Anson pouted and shook his head, of course the little boy didn't have much of a good face for a guy who couldn't satisfy his exuberant curiosity and always avoided himself: "I said it outside the Crown Hall, when I heard a few people talking about it secretly. ”

Furtively...... Edward sneered secretly, he didn't believe that the probability of such a thing was impossible, even if it might be true.

"Even if that's the case, you shouldn't doubt your father. Edward shook his head: "He is your father, but he is also the lord of all, and it would be an extremely serious damage to his reputation if others saw that you were at odds with your father." ”

"But if he did something wrong, shouldn't someone stand up?" Anson retorted stubbornly, "Do you want to watch him do something wrong?!"

"Tell me, Your Highness Anson, have you ever met a wiser, more far-sighted and thoughtful elder than your father?" Edward asked rhetorically, "In the name of the Radiant Cross, can you name such a person?"

Of course, the little prince could only shake his head.

"Since this is the case, then the things we can think of, Your Majesty can't think of it, he must have his own plans. Edward took a deep breath and said, "You are the future heir of the Kingdom of Turin, so you should show the demeanor of an heir and let everyone understand that you and Your Majesty stand together." ”

"The ...... of the Successor Grace?" Anson muttered this sentence in great distress, "Then what should I do, as I am now?"

"Of course, it's important for you to do your own thing, but if you can surprise your Majesty......" Edward smiled and gestured, "Try to do what you can, or ask your father if there is anything you can do for you." You must know that His Majesty Horace is always very busy, and often too busy - ministers who have not had time to meet, scrolls that have not been read, banquets that have not had time to go......"

"Yes, that's it!" Anson clapped his hands in surprise: "I can't see the minister for my father, and I can't read the scroll for him, but I can go to the banquet for him, and my father has always hated going to the banquet!"

"I'm sorry IMHO, but this kind of opportunity is hard to come by. Edward looked at Anson blankly: "Is there an important banquet that His Majesty needs to attend in person in the near future?"

"Of course there is, don't you know?" Anson cocked his chin vividly, "The Minest family is preparing to hold a coming-of-age ceremony for a guy named Alan Kwyn, I heard that the nobles of the entire Turin City have been invited, shouldn't my father go to such a grand banquet?"

Speaking of this, His Royal Highness Anson, who has always been "very proud", suddenly showed a slightly embarrassed expression to Edward, and there was a faint sense of flattery: "But...... If I had told my father that I had gone to the banquet for him, he would have thought I was going to have fun, and he would never have agreed. ”

"Then you want to say ......" Edward smiled secretly, "let me 'communicate' with His Majesty Horace for you?"

"So I beg you, Sir Edward Witwood—this is my first order to you. Anson stood up, crossed his waist and patted Edward's shoulder hard, and said in a somewhat seductive tone: "I can also take you with me then, after all, you are my attendant military attaché!"

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey. The corners of Edward's mouth lifted slightly: "In the name of the Radiant Cross, I promise you that I will do everything I can to convince Your Majesty." ”

.................. The delicate marble cloister with the path under your feet is not the usual cobblestones, but the same bluestone bricks as the floor of the palace, and the fine scratches on it are pleasant to step on, and the laurel trees in late autumn are covered in gold, and the flowers of midsummer in the garden have begun to fail, but the cold branches of winter are quietly blooming.

Sir Lawrence, who had not closed his eyes for two nights, walked in the courtyard of Minest's Mansion with an indifferent expression, but the surrounding beauty did not make the middle-aged knight feel comfortable in the slightest, but made his soul strong like an impregnable fortress, isolated from the surrounding glitz and luxury.

On the night he met Edward, Sir Lawrence still couldn't sleep all night—not because he really regretted not killing him, but because he was right, he couldn't do anything but watch.

Sir Serra's death, Otto Kwyn's request, his oath of allegiance...... When Eren told himself the truth with guilt, these "shackles" all turned into heart-piercing swords, tearing this tough knight to pieces!

He only wanted to know why Otto Kwyn didn't tell himself the truth until he left, why?!The bloodshot Sir Lawrence only wanted to know about it, though he knew that even if he did, there was nothing he could do, because The Hague needed Alan to do it, and the Kwyn family needed her to sacrifice, and there was no extra option.

But even if this is the case, it can't make Alan a puppet of the Mineste family, a plaything they can play with at will! Lawrence now only relies on this thought to keep himself awake, which is the only reason why he chose to cooperate with Edward to get Alan out of this extravagant "prison".

As much as he knew how ridiculous his actions were, Lawrence couldn't do that much. At least, at least Alan should be given the power to choose, to let her choose a future for herself, not to be forced and persecuted...... Every time he thought about it, even he laughed at himself, how stupid it was.

Perhaps even Sir Lawrence himself did not realize that after learning Alan's true identity, the disappointment in his heart about this "second son of the Kwyn family", the little master he served, and the dissatisfaction with the gap between Sir Serra, all turned into care and care, and it was this huge change that made him what he is now.

At the end of the secluded path was a beautiful fountain, and the golden morning light seeped through the dense trees, a little harsh. Sir Lawrence, who frowned slightly, stopped at the exit, as if there was something in the path that stopped the knight, and stood in place.

Alan was sitting by the fountain now, but the blonde maiden had completely lost her old attire, with a beautiful satin dress and small boots, and long pale blonde hair draped over her shoulders like a ray of sunshine—at this moment, Sir Lawrence saw Allen, not the Kwen kid who fought in the forest with spears and steel swords, but a real maiden.

At this time, the blonde girl was sitting in the flower bed, smiling and discussing the coming-of-age ceremony with Lusen and the other Minest ladies, probably because the time was getting closer and closer, and Alan's heart did not have the original fear, but became much calmer.

In any case, this day is something I have to face, isn't it? Thinking like this, Alan began to look forward to it a little - no matter how hard she trained and was raised as a boy, she was still a girl who had not yet grown up, and she had a natural love for banquets, noble sons, and delicate dresses and desserts.

Sir Loras, who was hiding behind the trees, was silent, looking at Alan smiling in the sun, wearing a beautiful dress, chatting happily with the boys and girls in the garden, without thinking about the "future of the family", "responsibility" and such a heavy thing.

It's a harsh reality...... Alan smiled far more in this garden than when she was at Fort Hague, and Lawrence couldn't help but grit his teeth and frown even more.

All of this is just an illusion, all of them are deliberately contrived scenes by the Minest family, and it is impossible for Alan to be happy here, impossible...... But the girl's smile is extremely real.

Isn't I, who did whatever it takes to frustrate the wishes of the Marquis of Holard for the sake of the Kwyn family, also using Allen - what is the difference between me and them?

(Thank you for the reward of the book friend who laughed at the sea, Kongkong is late for the update today, sorry...... Anyway, there will be another update in the evening~)