"Why?!"

Even though she had already heard Edward explain the reason once, Alan still blinked at the sapphire in disbelief - she couldn't believe that Edward would choose to give up the opportunity to participate in this triumphal ceremony!

You must know that it is a triumphal style, and many knights of great prestige may not even meet once in their lives, and even if they do, they may miss each other, and can only be an unknown bystander.

"I think I've explained it enough, Miss Alan Kwyn. Edward, who was standing next to the side of the ship, was not in a hurry, and smiled indifferently: "My name is not in this triumphal list, and His Majesty Horace Marchelus has no order to summon me back to Turin, so naturally I am not qualified to return with the expeditionary force." ”

"But...... You're holding Fort Horn!" Alan couldn't help but shout, shocked and extremely regretful and puzzled: "You almost died there, don't you dare to come to a pity?!"

"Perhaps, but I've also been compensated, haven't I?" Edward asked with a smile, "How fortunate I am to be the Lord of Horn Castle as a little Knight, this is already a great reward. ”

"Of course, thank you for thinking so much of me - in the name of the Radiance Cross, I would like to express my sincerest thanks to you!"

Although his tone was full of sarcasm, Edward's expression was extremely sincere. The blonde girl couldn't help blushing, and turned her head away from looking at him, but there was still an inexplicable joy in her heart - especially when she thought that Edward had given up the triumphal gesture and was about to return to The Hague with her, a little snickering even made her smile slightly.

Edward, who saw that Miss Allen was playing the "aristocratic temper" again, only shrugged his shoulders, but his eyes couldn't help but look north. It was as if you could see a phantom of the city of Turin on the horizon.

Becoming Lord of Hornfort was completely beyond Edward's expectations - it can even be said that he had never expected it, the weight of a hereditary nobleman was far from being comparable to that of the Knights of the Sacred Tree! It represented not only a territory and a family coat of arms of his own, but more importantly, status and qualifications.

Although the title of viscount of a kingdom is the lowest among the hereditary nobles, it also marks that he has stepped into the circle of the nobility of the entire kingdom, and is no longer a commoner or knight who was originally called and drunk by others—strictly speaking. A knight is not even considered a nobleman, at best a title.

So when Sir Leonardo told him to stay in The Hague after becoming Lord of Hornfort that he wanted to stay in The Hague, Edward was not surprised - he had already gained more than he could do, and to return to Turin in such a situation would only attract some malicious eyes, especially the Marquis of Holard Minest.

Keeping himself in The Hague was not a punishment, but a measure taken by His Majesty Horace to protect himself - at least for now, His Majesty the King still regarded himself as a useful pawn. It was used to guard Fort Hague in the south.

But...... Who was the one who forcibly snatched Fort Horn from the hands of the Minest family—or was it His Majesty Horace's decision to make some trouble for the Marquis of Hollard?

Either way, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape...... Thinking of this, Edward couldn't help frowning, and then laughed a little self-deprecatingly, wasn't this what he wanted from the beginning - in the port of The Hague, in Pipe Town, in Turin, and Fort Clarion and Bright Star City, wasn't that what he was seeking?

"What's wrong with you?" Alan on the side pouted, looking at Edward with a strange face with some concern: "One moment with a face and a moment with a smile again...... It can't be sick, right?"

"Thank you for your concern. But I'm pretty normal now. Edward smiled slightly—these things shouldn't give the little girl a headache," "But I'm just thinking about how I should explain to Master Otto Kwyn, your father, why I'm on the boat." and begged him to allow me to be a guest at Fort Hague. ”

"Father, Father, he is in the chart room!" Alan suddenly realized what Edward was about to say - the girl was surprisingly keen on this, and she stammered with her back to Edward, "You can find it by going down the stairs on the port side, very close!"

"Thanks for the reminder, I think I'll find it. Edward, who bowed slightly, said with a smile, and before the girl could look back, he had disappeared from the deck without a trace.

"This bad guy. Isn't he going to ......" Even if she thought about it for a moment, the blonde girl felt inexplicably ashamed, shook her head again and again, and looked into the distance with her lips tightly pursed, as if she could stop thinking about it.

Stroll down the stairs to the deck. Edward's face still had a relaxed smile on his face, and he stood motionless by the handrail of the staircase.

The cold touch came from the skin of the neck, it was the edge of the sword, obviously in the dark cabin, but the silver sword body was still as bright as a silver mirror - even if such a sharp weapon was compared with his own "bright star", I am afraid that there was nothing inferior to it.

"Did you misunderstand something? Although he didn't see the person behind him, Edward was still very sure of the other person's identity: "I have only come to see Lord Otto Kwyn, and I have no other meaning, my honorable Sir Lawrence." ”

"Of course I know what you're here for, 'respected' Viscount Edward Witwood!" Lawrence's cold and steady voice came from behind him, and his eyes as bright as the morning star never left Edward's body—as soon as he moved slightly, the blade of the sword in his hand would be cut straight down, "But Lord Otto is not going to see you." ”

"I'm sure it all can be explained, just let me talk to Viscount Otto face to face. Edward said patiently and softly, "Please believe that I have absolutely no ill will, besides, Lord Otto has saved my life, and only wants to ......"

"I know what you're trying to do, but now you'd better be honest!" Sir Lawrence snorted, the blade of his sword a little harder, "though I would very much like to throw you off the ship now, but the benevolent Viscount Otto did not agree. ”

"Thank you, Lord Otto Kwyn for your kindness and generosity!" Edward bowed slightly, "Thank you, Sir Lawrence—if you had done so, I don't think the guards would have been able to stop you!"

"You can go all the way to The Hague on this ship, and we won't do anything to you - you can be a guest at The Hague Castle, or you can just leave and return to the territory of your Horn Castle, but please don't think too much about it, Master Otto doesn't have any affection for you right now!"

“...... All right. After understanding that there was no way to negotiate, Edward chose to leave very decisively, and his right hand carefully twisted the blade of the sword around his neck and then gently moved away: "I will be very honest and will never do anything superfluous." ”

"What exactly do you want to do?" Seeing Edward, who gave up so quickly and then planned to leave, Lawrence couldn't help but ask, "What kind of conspiracy is this?!"

"I thought you knew exactly what I was up to. Edward smiled shyly, of course: "Of course it's the beautiful and innocent Miss Alan Kwyn - could there be anything else?"

"If it were any knight or boy, I wouldn't have any doubts, but you...... The Radiant Cross bears witness to me, and even if you swear by it, I will not believe your lies!" Sir Lawrence grimaced: "If you really just love Miss Allen, I will not stand in the way—for Master Otto wants to see her happy." ”

"But if you're just going to use Eren to accomplish your ulterior intrigues or ambitions, I'll make you regret it!" the sharp steel sword snapped, almost touching Edward's cheek, and then retracted its scabbard: "Don't try to do this kind of thing, not even the slightest thought!" (To be continued......)