The time of departure of the army was set for tonight.

Henry's plan of attack was crucial in terms of suddenness and terrain, so he chose to take advantage of the darkness to avoid the Sivalier army and make a detour through the forest to the target location in order not to lose these advantages.

It was not yet completely dark, and some of the servants and envoys ran to inform the soldiers everywhere to assemble, while Henry and Edward came to the corridor on the second floor of the City Lord's Mansion. The prince ordered the guards to disperse, and apart from the two of them, the only thing left in the vast open-air corridor was Mira, who was inseparable from Henry.

Edward took a closer look at the little girl, and although it had only been a few days since they had last met, she had changed dramatically. He didn't know what had happened during this time, but he could tell that Mira wasn't as timid as she used to be.

Even when the room was full of aristocrats arguing before, she did stand behind Henry, but the difference from the first meeting was that she was not hiding, but just standing quietly.

Not only that, but Edward, who had taken the time to glance at it, also noticed that her eyes were constantly watching everyone, and the bright light was flowing, apparently studying seriously.

This confidence and seriousness made the little girl almost the same as before—Edward withdrew his gaze, and now was not a good time to think about such a question, and he looked at Henry.

- It was Henry's idea to come out and talk in private, and although the two of them were not really acquainted, Edward was a little surprised that the sage would take the initiative to do such a thing.

"If we follow the plan, it shouldn't be a problem to take down the army of West Valier. Henry said this, and Edward nodded, it was a pretty good idea, but the sage clearly had something to say.

"But?" asked Edward in a pure Arvenella accent.

"......" Henry smiled for some reason and then turned his head to look at him: "The question is the commander, His Royal Highness the Prince. He read the title without any reverence: "The problem is with you." ”

"......" Edward fell silent, and the average nobleman would show a degree of dissatisfaction ranging from annoyance to slight displeasure depending on the depth of the city, but he was not, and the personable blonde prince looked at Henry earnestly, apparently waiting for the following.

"Avenella's military system is in the same vein as Sivalier's, with the main army made up of trained knights and sergeants. There was also a considerable number of hoplites who were used to assist and handle some of the day-to-day tasks. He said, and Edward nodded.

"These people belong to the class of nobles or noble squires, and even hoplites, like that alias, are 'foot knights'. ”

"In other words, they are the same as you, Your Highness the Prince. Henry shrugged his shoulders: "Receiving exactly the same knightly education, learning exactly the same knightly culture, and even ......"

"It's the same 'Avenella Pure Accent'. ”

He said this, and Edward smiled wryly - he probably knew what the sage was trying to say.

In a country where the aristocracy collectively worshipped Sivaliers, it is conceivable what the lingua franca of 'pure Avenella accent' would be.

"You also have the nobles of Avenella, who have more in common with the people of Sivalier than with the people of Avenella, Your Highness the Prince. Henry said: "Avenella was a state founded by the West Valier nobility, supported by the West Valiers, who united the local tribes through war. It is true that the nobility themselves came from Sivalier, and it is understandable that the language and way of life of Sivalier were followed, and even the communication and warfare were completely replicated in Sivalier. So you can't be blamed for that, and there was nothing wrong with that before. ”

"But this war now, and the war that may happen in the future. If we want to win, it will not work to continue to maintain this common view with the West Valyers, where the nobility and the people are polarized in culture and life. The sage held up a finger and said.

"A war that simply fights the aristocratic class and uses knights as the main force, Avenella will not be Sivalier's opponent no matter what. ”

"But how do you convince these ordinary armies of the people of Avenella, as we are doing now, to follow a commander who does not even speak their language, and a future king?" Edward listened in silence, and Henry continued: " The Avenela people are highlanders, mountain people, and in order to live, almost every household knows how to use a longbow to hunt, which is why Vavasika recruited so many ordinary farmers as city defenders. ”

"But it's one thing to patrol the walls quietly here, and for them to fight the famous knights of Sivalier, you need more than a noble order, Your Highness. ”

"Power can force people to submit, but it is not a heartfelt follow, and it is not destined to last. Henry looked at Edward earnestly, and His Royal Highness the Prince showed his open-mindedness and humility as always, and nodded seriously: "So what is Sir's suggestion?"

-- Identity. Henry raised a second finger.

"Your father regarded the throne on the side of Sivalier so important that he would go to great lengths to take it by causing a war that would have led to the blood and sacrifice of the people of Avenella, and the rest of the nobility hardly cared about the life or death of the Avenella. He said: "We know this, and the people of Avenella know this." ”

"In order to win this war and many more important things, not just the nobility, you must make the real Avenella, the people of Avenella, who make up the 'vast majority', identify with you. ”

"This war is not a civil war of the nobility for the throne of Sivalier. Henry let out a long breath and said.

"It is a war between Sivalier and Yavenella, and you, Your Royal Highness the Prince. He bit down heavily on the keywords and emphasized to Edward.

"You are the prince of the Avenella. ”

"Go tell them that. He said.

"Go and tell them that your mind and body belong to this land, this country. ”

"Go and tell them that in their language. ”

"Tell them that you are not from West Valiya. ”

"You are a native of Avenella, you are the prince of Avenella, and you will one day be the king of Avenella. ”

"You were born here, you bleed your blood here, you breathe the same air as the rest of the Avenella, and you have the land of Avenella under your feet. ”

"You're the Avenella. ”

"Go tell them, go tell them as much as you can. ”

"Tell them that Avenela is not a vassal of the West Valiers, and that the Avenela are not a people who need to see the faces of the West Valiers. ”

"Go tell them. ”

"You're fighting for Avenella. Henry said word for word.

“......”

Edward was silent, then took a step back and turned to face Henry.

"Smack!" he clenched his fist into a fist and slapped it heavily on his chest, thanking Henry sincerely not as a prince but as a knight.

"I thank you, sir. Edward smiled and said this to Henry in Avenella, and the sage replied with the same expression.

"Go, your people are waiting for you, Your Highness the Prince. ”

"......" Edward nodded deeply, then turned and ran downstairs.

"Da, da" Mira walked up to Henry's side with a light footstep, she sniffed, and Henry turned his head to find that the girl's eyes were red.

"......" The sage knew that it was something about national identity in his words that made Luo An Da Lori feel something, he touched her little head, and the two of them stood quietly in the corridor on the second floor of the City Lord's Mansion and watched the sunset.

Not far away, in the square, Edward gathered, and the entire army began to shout something loudly.

The crowd, which had seemed to be a little noisy, gradually became quiet with his words, and at the end, when His Royal Highness the Prince drew his sword and held it high in the sky, everyone was boiling.

"Long live Avenella!!"

"For Prince Edward!!"

"For Avenella!!"

Ivy and mountain lion flags fluttered in the autumn wind, and for the first time under the unchanging skies of the West Coast, so many people simultaneously called the name of the country in the language of Avenella.

"After that, maybe it's worth looking forward to. ”

Everyone was under the same banner, the scene of blood boiling and the fiery sunset reflected each other, and the petite Lori with white hair and the tall black-haired sage stood quietly from a high place and looked into the distance.

Later historians will most likely describe this day in this way.

"One hundred and ninety-one years ago, a small kingdom called Avenella was established on the west coast of Mobigas.

And on this day one hundred and ninety-one years later.

Yavenela belonging to the Avenela people.

It was born. 」

Since then, this small kingdom with a population of less than 2 million, but a floating population of up to 1 million, has undergone a series of earth-shaking changes.

These changes are so great that they affect the entire West Coast and the entire world of Rigal. Its magnificent process is destined to go down in history, and there are naturally countless heroic sons and daughters and glorious deeds in this glorious history.

But what we are going to tell you about is different from the heroes and kings who became famous in the days to come.

It's still little known, but it's not unimportant.

It is closely related to this era and has played an important role in many places.

The story of the sage and the maiden.