The room is still so peaceful...... But it wasn't supposed to be so peaceful. Even in the throne hall, in the garden, in every corridor, you can hear the incessant sounds of fighting and the incessant cries outside, and the sound of death is simply irresistible.

But here, Horace's chamber was so quiet that even the sound of the rubbing of the carpet under his feet could be heard when he sat down gently, and the face of the king lying on the bed was gloomy, while Berion, who sat there, did not have the sorrow or joy he should have, but was full of confusion and expectation.

What was Horace's mood in this room that night decades ago? was he afraid, or was he full of anticipation, or both? Berrion had never been more eager to know all of this than he was now, and there were only two people in the quiet room, Horace, but no one could answer his question.

"It's just a little bit of a fantasy, I'm really old and like to reminisce about the past. Berion, who was talking to himself, suddenly smiled, everything he had prepared was very perfect, and Anson had no chance to have a chance in the throne hall, let alone meet him.

A hundred Knights of the Sacred Tree guarded the gates of the palace, and outside him was Grand Master Gaius Valens...... Even if he did have a chance to rush in on his own, he would only be killing himself.

But why...... Obviously, the more you don't have to worry, the more uneasy you feel in your heart...... Maybe that's what I'm looking forward to, using that kind of "nostalgic" way to end this decades-long wait?

"Your Highness Berion, the Archbishop of the Radiant Cross has agreed to your request to take place after the triumphal ceremony for the coronation of the new king. Arnold, the court ceremonial officer with a numb expression, walked in: "But he said he had to wait until tomorrow." to get started. ”

It was necessary to wait until Anson and I were left alone. Can we begin?, Berion's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he couldn't help but smile sarcastically. Looking like the walking dead old man: "Tell him that I can accept this, but please don't overestimate my patience." ”

"I'll tell him. Bowing stiffly, Arnold turned to retreat, but before he could close the door, he saw Berion raise his hand again.

"Wait, dear court ceremonies, there's one less person in this room. Isn't that right?" Berrion smiled playfully, "to witness the passing of my dear brother and to welcome the rebirth of the kingdom - this requires the presence of all the heirs of the House of Marcherus, you say?"

The court ceremonial officer shuddered and even was a little incredibly shocked, looking at Berion's expression was no different from looking at a man-eating monster.

"I remember that that night, my dear brother Horace did the same - so I did the same. As he spoke, Berion commanded in an undeniable tone, "Bring my dear niece Adele into this room, immediately." ”

"The ...... of the House of Berion"

"No, I'm already here. The delicate and gentle voice carried a bit of royal majesty. Adele, the little princess in a black lace dress, has a flexible waist and a breasts full of youthful vitality, and her delicate pancreas is crossed in front of her lower abdomen. Standing at Horace's bedside: "Greetings, Uncle Berrion. ”

"Thank you, dear niece Adele. Barrion smiled and tried to pat the little princess on the head, but was knocked down by Adele's cold face.

"Please respect yourself, Uncle Berrion - even if we are relatives, please do not behave in such a rude manner. ”

"Oh...... It seems that Arnold's teaching is very effective, and it is really nostalgic for the old days. The disappreciative Berion smiled lightly and put down his hand gently: "Since Adele has come, please go back and rest, court ceremonial officer, you are no longer needed here." ”

"Please be careful, too, for the man standing outside the corridor is Gayle Valence - if you make any less 'polite' gestures, I'm sure Your Excellency will not ask me and drop that sharp blade on your fragile and declining neck. ”

It was almost a naked threat, but Arnold just nodded silently, and looked at the little princess who was sitting there with great sorrow, pretending to be strong, but with a long sigh he could do nothing, and left the room where he had knocked on the door countless times.

"Since we're going to stay any longer, why don't we make another bet, my dear niece? Berion suddenly proposed, "Guess what, can Anson walk into this room?"

"Then you're going to lose, because he'll be able to push the door open. The little princess's tone was extremely firm, but she stared into Berion's eyes calmly like a clear spring: "Because the Radiant Cross protects him." ”

............ "For the Radiant Cross - !!!"

The knight of the royal family, who shouted bravely, rushed up the stairs without hesitation and hugged the knight of the sacred tree who was about to raise his shield to resist, and the other person standing behind him took the opportunity to stab the spear in his hand, and the knights who died with him rolled down the stairs, never to be seen again.

A hundred Sacred Tree Knights, as well as an almost equal number of Royal Knights, were constantly fighting on the ladder, and the Sacred Tree Knights, who had an absolute advantage from the beginning, were extremely efficient in killing all the Royal Knights who rushed up, but these Anson's allegiants were not prepared to truly defeat the elites of these kingdoms from the beginning, and only desperately escorted Anson Markellus up the ladder.

Seeing the royal knights who were loyal to him falling, Anson endured the bloody anger in his heart - all this is necessary, it is the price that he must pay before he ascends to the throne, he must not stop, only rush forward, rush forward so that their death will not be sacrificed in vain, only in this way can everything become the darkness before dawn.

Rush up, can't stop, never!

"Get out of the way!"

The angry little prince almost swept the Sacred Tree Knight in front of him with a sword with all his might, and the two guards beside him immediately rushed up to stop each other, and even the shield had been discarded, to block the opponent's attack, and stared at the moment when Anson kicked open the door.

"Bang-!!!"

The heavy echo sounded like the bell of the Radiant Cross Chapel, and everyone in front of the entire gate couldn't help but look over and watch the scene when the gate was opened!

Excitement, joy, excitement...... No, panting, Anson raised his sword and stood in front of the gate as if stunned looking up at the empty throne hall, the position on the stairs, the place that belonged to him......

The noise and fighting could no longer be heard, and everything seemed to have fallen silent. The little prince seemed to subconsciously take a step forward, not even seeing the squire of Gaio Valens, hidden behind the gate, with both hands clutching the handle of his gun.

Now is the time!

The squire, who had been waiting for too long, jumped up, aimed the spear in his hand at the figure who was not much bigger than himself, and an inexplicable excitement rose on his face - he would put an end to all this, let the kingdom return to peace, and he would become the hero of the kingdom of Turin!

But at the moment when he was not finished excited, a black shadow that should not have appeared stood in front of him - the surprised Anson, the excited attendants, and the royal knights who screamed in despair, everyone's eyes were focused on the person who suddenly appeared!

The sharp tip of the spear easily pierced the armor on his body, but he grabbed the barrel of the gun, and the blood sprayed red half of the squire's face, and he stared at this guy who still had a smile on his face with wide eyes, and roared fiercely: "Die, die!"

"You're going to die, and so are you. Ludwig Anhalt, with blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, straightened his arms as if to hold down the squire's face, but he was still a few centimeters away.

But before the squire could rejoice, a slight sound came from Ludwig's left arm, and the wide-eyed squire watched the sparkling blade stab out.

Then, he couldn't see anything. (To be continued.) )