The empty palace, the throne hall where there is not even a single figure, is quiet as if time has stood still. The cold floor reflected the majestic dome, and the dazzling throne was guarded by a field of lights, solemn and unforgiving.

Horace, who stood at the foot of the steps, looked up at the chair with a touch of leisurely color, and although it was fading, his eyes still reflected the whole shape of the chair, as if he wanted to take it into his own sockets.

The sound of the rain outside still did not stop, and the sounds of fighting, roars, and bugles could be faintly heard—sounds that were so unfamiliar to Horace, which he had never heard so closely, and to-day a war had broken out in a place not even a quarter of an hour away from him.

"Father, why are you here?!"

Anson's lean, bright voice came from behind him, causing Horace to turn his head slightly and glance at his son with a gentle smile. At this time, the young and vigorous little prince had already changed into a delicate armor, hung up a knight's long sword and a short sword, and his heroic appearance was full of vitality.

Even when he knew that this was his son, Horace couldn't help but feel jealous while he was proud - from the moment he saw the world, he longed for such a healthy body.

"Anson, do you know what I felt when I sat on this throne for the first time?"

The little prince shook his head—he certainly couldn't have known what it was like, he just wondered why his father was saying this to-day, and walked forward in some distraction. Stand at my father's side and look up at the cold throne together.

"The throne beneath me. Is it marble, bronze, gold, and silver? Is it the symbol of the king's supremacy on his head? No, a sword and shield drenched in blood; when I open the history books, I see the great prowess of His Majesty Levy Marcherus? No, I only see one massacre after another, and the soldiers standing on the pile of bones celebrate with their bones as firewood...... That's what I see. ”

"Father, you ......" The little prince looked at Horace with a gloomy expression with a little confusion and some surprise: "You are a little too ...... to say that"

"Hypocrisy, huh?" Horace chuckled, "as king." You will definitely kill people in the future, my dear Anson, you will kill many, many people, and there will be many people who will not be killed by you because of their guilt. But this is the world, and we always have to do things that we know are wrong, or ...... Something that goes against human ethics. ”

"What you need to learn is not to sit on that chair, but to be able to stay in that chair in any situation - callousness and loss of humanity are sacrifices to be kings. But that doesn't mean we have to abandon all our humanity, because we are human after all. And not the Radiant Cross. ”

"We are men, not Radiant Cross...... "Anson muttered to himself, always feeling that his father wanted to say something, but never made it clear, as if he was vaguely alerting himself.

The rain outside the throne hall was getting heavier and heavier, and even half of the figure could not be seen at this time, when it was still a slight rain curtain just now. The silent hall was solemn, and Anson, who was standing in place, even felt a chill behind him, the throne hall that was originally so magnificent in his eyes seemed to be filled with some kind of gloomy atmosphere at this time.

"Anson, guess how many people will die here tonight?" Horace's voice was faint, penetrating into Anson's ears, making the little prince can't help but tremble, and he didn't even dare to answer his father's words, hesitated for a long time before he barely opened his trembling lips.

"Big, probably, hundreds, or...... Thousands?"

"It's not enough, it's not enough - it's just the beginning. Horace still had that gentle smile, calm and unwavering: "Those ambitious fellows will never die completely tonight, they will definitely continue." ”

"My dear brother, your uncle Berrion Marcherus, could not have really given up tonight - how could his patience, even to me, be ashamed of himself, and how could he have given up on such a small setback after more than ten years of lurking?"

"You're going to go up to that chair and actually sit on it...... More people need to be killed. Horace turned around, leaving Anson alone: "My dear Anson, it's time for you to grow up, and to raise that murderous sword yourself." ”

It was still an empty and cold throne hall, but the only person standing in place was the little prince himself, facing the father's throne - obviously there was no one around, but he still couldn't give birth to the courage to sit on it!

A loud trumpet sounded from the rain outside the throne hall, and Anson couldn't help but look back—the earth-shattering sound of battle, the roar of warriors, the screams of dying...... The little prince, who was still enthusiastic, only felt an indescribable fear.

In the narrow square, the garrison regiment stationed in front of the staircase finally sounded the trumpet, and the rebels, who had almost fallen into a frenzy, did not hesitate at all, and after a little reorganization of the army, they launched a charge against the brothers who had once been!

Two identical armies, swallowtailed flags, leather armor, kite-shaped tower shields, spears, broadswords...... I couldn't even see any difference at all, shouting the same slogan, and launched a charge towards each other!

"God bless Turin, long live the king - !!!"

The square in front of the stairs was used to park the carriages for the ministers and nobles who came to the meeting, and it was destined to be impossible to be too spacious, and even because it was built on the top of the hill, it was a little narrow, and the rebels of a full 3,000 people could not all be put into the battlefield, not to mention that these guys were not even a flag regiment in the first place, and the confusion of command made it impossible for them to even maintain the unity of the military formation.

But that doesn't change the terrible fact that the number of rebels is overwhelming - there are six times as many rebels as there are Greene Tern!

A sword swung down and stabbed through the soldier who pounced on him, but he did not hesitate on his cheeks, which were drenched in blood, and immediately held up his shield to block the spear that stabbed him, and Green Turn, who was half-squatting on the ground, never let go of the military flag in his hand, standing on the ground under his feet, and the vibration of the shield made his arm a little numb, and the commander still ignored it.

Standing in the torrential rain, Green could only see that the soldiers beside him were getting fewer and fewer, and countless enemies were rushing towards him from the night, only the flag never fell, and only the rain under that flag turned red.

The shield wall in front of the staircase was like a fragile plank, shaking violently under the onslaught of the rebels, threatening to be torn to shreds at any moment, but no one was willing to retreat, leaving only a desolate roar and a dying roar.

It was a dark rainstorm, and no one could see where the enemy was, only that there was an enemy in front of him.

Greene Turn, who was in the rain, had no brains for anything else at this time, the number of enemies, the number of soldiers—the battle flag was raised, the sword was raised, and the squire behind him sounded the charge again, even if only two people could charge this time, one of whom was himself.

"Legion, defend our Majesty Horace, defend the palace!" Green Turn, who roared desperately, turned on his horse and waved his long sword behind him: "Attack!"

In the rainstorm, all the remaining garrison soldiers seemed to hear the sound of the commander's horn, and rushed towards the enemy in front of them like crazy, and the blood stains washed by the heavy rain spread again, accompanied by the pace of charging again and again.

With this last roar, the rebels were repulsed...... For the time being, but the few remaining garrison regiments have no strength to resist the next attack.

Covered in blood, Green looked at the only remaining guards around him, and with an expressionless face, he tore off the arrow that hit his shoulder and raised his sword.

"Attack-!" (To be continued.) )

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