Ludwig Ahart, who was struggling to the death, closed the door of the palace with his last remaining strength, and from the inside he put his spear against the bolt before taking his last breath, closing his eyes, and locking the enemy outside the palace.

In this way, at least for the time being, the little prince Anson is safe, even if the royal knights outside cannot come in to continue to protect him. Anson was left with one last option: go inside, find Berion, and kill him.

Gradually recovering from his panic, the calm eyes of the little prince Anson Marcherus walked step by step in the direction of the corridor, his right hand always resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist, and his eagle-sharp eyes looked around, step by step towards the door behind the throne hall.

Empty, except for the golden-red carpet that stretched from the gate to the throne, there was no half figure at all, the little prince with the sword walked up the stairs, his expression gradually stiffened, the vibrations and loud noises from outside the door, and the howl of the tragic battle made his heartstrings tense involuntarily, and his breathing became more and more rapid, as if the enemy outside would rush into this dark and empty throne hall at any time.

Where is Barion? The little prince's eyes trembled violently, and the beads of sweat on his forehead fell on the luxurious carpet at his feet, and his eyes stared at the dark and deep corridor, as if there was some invisible monster lurking in the place that he had already walked countless times.

No, you shouldn't think about it, you should think about where he should be...... Little by little, the little prince regained his composure and sanity, thinking little by little, thinking about everything his father had told him about Berrion in the past.

Naturally, and how did Berion lose to his father that night...... He killed Mercer Kane, who was guarding the door, and Holard Minest, who had been a full supporter of his father.

"I think I know where you are. Dear Uncle Berrione. The little prince smiled smugly at the corner of his mouth, and no longer looked at the creepy door behind him, and stepped into the dark corridor without hesitation.

Turn, forward, and back...... Even though years had passed, Anson still knew the corridors of the palace - in these places. He'd played a game of hide-and-seek with Adele too many times to be more familiar.

Pushing open the door in front of him, the little prince immediately noticed the two oil lamps in front of him, and stepped forward little by little, his expression becoming more and more heavy.

There is only one room in the front direction, and that is the dormitory of his father, Horace.

The blade of the sword rubbed in the sheath with a pleasant sound, and a sword light fell like moonlight, and the little prince with the long sword walked towards the small door step by step with heavy steps.

There was a chill in the air. Anson, who was suddenly alert, stopped and wanted to raise his sword, but found that the silver light had already pressed against his neck, and a stiff coffin face gradually walked into the little prince's sight from the darkness.

"It seems that your sword master has not talked to you, as long as you judge that there is an enemy in front of you, the blade of the sword in your hand should not fall. Gaio Valence spoke without a trace of emotion, his cold gaze unabashedly meeting the angry little prince: "What a fatal mistake - if I wanted to, I could have killed you just now." ”

"Then you can do it, traitor. "Even though he has been captured by the other side. The little prince still did not back down, and said through gritted teeth: "Kill me." You will become the first Grand Master in the history of the Order to kill the heir of the kingdom, forever burdened with the curse of shame and the House of Marcherus!"

"My mission is to guard this door, not to kill you - and of course, if you try to do so, that's fine. Gaiyo's voice still lacked the slightest emotion: "You've come far enough, and if you turn back now, you might not die here." ”

"What are you kidding?!" Anson said angrily, "This is my father's dormitory. Why can't I come?!"

"Yes, but only if you kill me. Gaiyo said coldly, "Now it seems that you can't do it." ”

"Traitor!" the little prince glared viciously at Gaio Valence in front of him, but he was right...... He is no match for him - even if he has just found him, he will not win.

After such a long workout. After bloody battles and battles again and again in Handi, he originally thought that even if his swordsmanship was not very strong, he should be at the same level as Edward and Green, but it was only at this moment that he understood how big the gap between the two sides was.

The stalemate fell into a brief silence, until the footsteps behind them broke the brief silence, and the crisp and steady sound continued to echo in the corridor, until the figure walked over little by little.

"I'm sorry to say that, but let me remind you that the blade in the scabbard is far more threatening than the one that comes out, Sir Geyor Valens. The voice was calm and a little playful, and he could hear the other party laughing: "Your concept seems to be a bit old-fashioned." ”

"What can stand the test of time is the real essence. Gaiyo replied with a cold snort, "Your superficial things are not enough to be called 'experience'. ”

"If the antiques and the zombies in the coffins can also be called 'standing up to the wear and tear of time,' then I have nothing to say. The sound of footsteps became more and more distinct, but the sound of his sword still could not be heard: "The only thing that will carry on to the next century is word of mouth." ”

"But swordsmanship is nothing else, no matter how much it says, it's useless - those who lose die, and those who live are qualified to judge. ”

"Edward?!" The moment he saw his attendant military attaché, the little prince was even a little overjoyed and a little excited: "Why are you here?!"

"For I am your knight, your squire military attaché and chief flag bearer. With a light smile, Edward, who stepped forward, pushed away the blade of Anson's neck, and stared at Gaio Valence in front of him: "I'll stop him, please go in quickly, His Highness Anson Marcherus!"

"Okay!" After a short hesitation, Anson decisively chose to leave, still a little unbearable to turn to look at Edward Witwood, who was confronting Gaio Valens: "You must survive!"

"As long as you survive, as long as I get what belongs to me, you will be the next Grand Master of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, and the second Marquis of the Kingdom of Turin - in the name of the Markerus family, in the name of the Radiant Cross, I promise you!" Anson said excitedly: "The Blood Cross of the Wittwood family will shine with the flaming goshawk for a thousand years!"

After saying that, without hesitation, the little prince turned around and ran in the direction of Horace's bedchamber without looking back, leaving only Edward and Gaillot in the corridor.

"Are you really here to protect His Highness?" asked Gaio suddenly.

"Are you really planning to protect His Highness Berion here?" Edward asked with a smile in return, "Whatever you plan to do, there's only one thing I want to do - I'm going to kill you, Lord Gaio Valens!"

"Revenge for Mercer Kane?" Gaio's stiff face didn't wave, "If it's Leonardo or any of the Sacred Tree Knights, it's possible, but it's definitely not you." ”

"But that's also one of the reasons. Edward did not deny or admit, "But for whatever reason, I will not allow you to live this day—and perhaps you may regret that the night at the King's Bridge a few years ago did not kill me." ”

"I don't regret that. Taking a few steps back, Gaio Valens raised the blade of his sword: "But I will undo the mistakes I have made so far and prevent everything that will happen in the future - Mercer Kane's mistakes will never happen to me." ”

"Edward Witwood, today is your death too!" )