Standing on the walls of Hantu City, Edward withdrew his gaze to the west, and the gloomy sky was dripping with raindrops, wetting his overcoat, and the black-haired knight stood still like a sculpture.

And Alan stood at the top of the stairs not far behind him, silently watching his figure - without asking why he came here every day, what he was worried about, what he was thinking...... just watched silently, and no longer accompanied this guy he once hated so much all the time.

Eren used to feel stupid like that—or at the time, he thought all the women of Turin were stupid. Why can we all stand behind men, why can't we do what they can do, why should we restrain ourselves and just be willing to go behind the scenes?

Because of love. After truly having a husband of his own, Alan understood what his mother, Mrs. Angelica, was saying - that a man did not need a woman as capable as he was, but a wife who could care for him, stand behind him and give him every opportunity to face alone. It's not an obligation or a right, it's their dignity, a dignity that they'd rather die than abandon.

Lady Angelica and Viscount Kwyn were not in love, but when Viscount decided to take Alan with him on the expedition to Bright Star City, she did not speak, and turned in silence to prepare the clothes and luggage for her husband to go out - even though she knew that Otto Kwyn would respect her opinion if she insisted on her opposition.

Always standing behind him, protecting him and caring for him, that's what he can do - Alan understands it. In the past, she only thought that her mother was a wonderful woman. Able to sacrifice his whole life for his family. And she is also a mother who is so good to herself, but now in Alan's eyes, her mother is like a benchmark, telling herself how to protect... Protect your husband.

The red-faced girl slowly lowered her head, and just as she was still thinking nonsense, the black-haired knight didn't know when she was already standing in front of her, and gently patted Allen's shoulder, and she looked at him with a red face in a little startled: "What, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just going back. Edward smiled and shook his head, "It's not too early. If we don't go back, I'm afraid someone will come out looking for us. ”

"Alright then, let's go back. Alan nodded, turned around and was about to leave, only to find Edward still standing there, silently looking at him. The girl shrunk her neck: "What's wrong?"

"I'm a little weird, because I've been waiting, waiting for you to speak. Edward shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "I thought you were going to ask me what I was doing - apparently I was overthinking." ”

"Anyway......" The girl snorted lightly as if she was angry, and turned her head away, "Anyway, when our Chief Flag Officer wants to say it, he will definitely tell me, won't he?"

"Oh...... That seems to be the duty of me, a lowly squire military attaché. Broke the heart of Miss Allen, the granddaughter of Marquis Holard and the heir of the Kwyn family. Edward pretended to be exaggerated "surprised". A smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and he bent down and looked at her: "May I ask if I have time to make amends?"

"If you want to say it, just say it, is there anyone stopping you!"

"Actually, it's nothing—the messenger in charge of the triumphal request of His Royal Highness the Prince has been gone for a week, and now the news should be delivered to the city of Turin, and I am only wondering if it will be successful. Edward gently patted the girl on the shoulder: "Compared to other places, the land is too closed, we need to take the initiative to publicize it, so that others can know how brilliant the results of this war are and how significant they are!"

"In order to win this war, there are so many people who have been sacrificed, and there are even many people we once knew - an officer, a knight, a soldier, anyone you know, it would be a terrible thing if he disappeared completely...... We can't bring them back to life, but we have a way to immortalize them. Edward said in a deep voice, "And there is nothing like a triumphal ceremony. ”

At the mention of this, Alan was also a little lonely - war will definitely kill people, she knows this very well. That's why after hearing that Edward had fallen into the trap of the Twin Towers, she would do whatever it took to save him. No matter how reluctant she was to admit it, she knew that she couldn't accept a world without this bastard for a long time.

"Of course, the reason is not only that—Marco Tasker must have told you about His Majesty Horace's critical illness. Edward's words changed: "Although I don't want to say this, but in case His Majesty can't hold on in the end, His Royal Highness Anson is the only heir, and he needs to establish an image before that, so that the entire kingdom from nobles to commoners can believe that he is an excellent commander, and he will be a qualified king!"

The blonde girl nodded—she certainly understood this by her family, and there was nothing in Turin to win hearts and minds like a good commander.

For any king to secure his throne, he must first have an army that is absolutely loyal to him and a group of knights who are loyal to him, and prove himself to be an invincible commander, so that he can be supported by the vast majority of the nobles and feared by many more.

"Allen...... The thing I want to tell you is that what we, or what I'm doing, may not be the right thing to do - it's true that there are a lot of people who are supporting His Highness Anson right now, but if you think about it carefully, you will still have this kind of doubt, and then you can find the loopholes. Edward gently hugged his little wife: "I have no way of believing that Anson Marcherus will be a worthy king, but I am now sparing no effort to support him!"

"And what are you supporting him for?"

"The reason is always as much as there is to it, because I was his squire military attaché, because I am the Knight of the Sacred Tree, because he believed that I had made me his chief flag officer......" Edward sighed softly, "but I myself know best what the reason is—because if Berrion becomes king of Turin, I must be the one who has no place to die." ”

"That's enough, isn't it?" the girl leaned her entire delicate body into the arms of the black-haired knight in weariness, "You're protecting your family, and that's enough." ”

"Protect your family......" Edward sighed softly, looking at his little wife in his arms - she didn't know what she was doing, she didn't know what she was doing for, but even so, she still supported herself unreservedly, without the slightest doubt or hesitation.

Forgiveness, forgiveness, prayer...... All of them are unreserved, unhesitating, like a beam of light, small but incomparably dazzling.

Redeemed himself, allowing himself to have the light of essential difference from that of Asriel.

"Remember, we agreed. The red-faced girl murmured as if she was talking in a dream: "I'm not a vase, I'm not a decoration, I'm the one who can fight with you for the rest of my life!"

"Of course I remember - I will always protect you, never abandon you. The Radiant Cross will validate my oath, and it will last forever until the moment you break it!" Edward smiled and said, "I am your knight, whenever and wherever I am, even if hell lies ahead......"

"We're going to walk in together, too!"

Alan could even see tears in the corners of his eyes, and whispered softly, "So, fight for me, fight for the Witwood family, don't hesitate any longer - if anything stands in the way......"

"Then I will destroy everything, and then I will give you victory!" The black-haired knight also nodded: "And I will never lose!"

The two men stood on the city wall, the cold rain gradually melted, and the gloomy clouds were torn by the golden light and shone on the city wall.

The sky is clear. (To be continued.) )