Clang!

Swords and axes intersect.

Nicolai grimaced and blocked Tails.

"I try to be as polite as I can, Your Excellency, so I'm trying not to think so," Tails gritted his teeth, trying to adjust his breathing as he tried to increase the strength of his hands, "But you know how serious things are, and for the sake of caution, I beg your pardon for asking the extra question: Does the Scarlet Witch know the secret?"

"If she knew...... Did that leak from you?"

In fact, Tails eavesdropped on their conversation back then.

The Scarlet Witch did know the secret, and she confided it to Nicolais.

But Tails still had to ask.

Because......

"No," Nicolai replied with no difficulty against Tails' blade, his face unchanged, "of course she doesn't know—at least not from me—or she wouldn't have missed the opportunity to take advantage of that." ”

At that moment, Tails' eyes were different.

He looked into the eyes of the Meteorite through the sword and axe, and his heart was full of thoughts.

He was deliberately hiding from me, hiding the truth that the Scarlet Witch knew.

Why?

Are you afraid that after I find out, I will continue to ask "why did the Red Witch let us go"?

Or are you afraid, what secret is hidden in the "Scarlet Witch let us go"?

A secret that will lead to "it doesn't matter if this Grand Duchess is not of Walton blood"?

Like what......

Yes.

At that moment, Tails' mood only grew heavier.

He stepped back, removing the blade of his sword.

"Very well," said Tails, who looked relieved as he looked at the laid-back prince, "though I don't believe it either—it's much more reassuring to hear you prove it." ”

Nicolas frowned at him, not smiling at all.

"Then let's go in another direction," Tails breathed heavily, looking like he was trying to think hard, "Anyone, anyone who knows this secret from you—what about them, is it possible that they have come into contact with the Scarlet Witch?"

Nicolas flickered his axe: "Anyone?"

Tails' heart was gloomy.

He acquiesced.

He tacitly assumed that the Scarlet Witch knew the secrets of the little slippery head.

Therefore, the meaning of "how is it possible" just now is not "how can the red witch know".

It's "how could the Scarlet Witch leak secrets".

Tails collected his thoughts and nodded quietly: "Does Lisbane know the true identity of the Grand Duchess?"

"You didn't tell him anything in six years?"

This time, he saw clearly: Nicollet's expression was motionless.

It was like it was frozen in ice.

Tails let out a long sigh.

"Uncle Nicolai," said the prince, who looked anxious, as if he were genuinely worried about something, "we are not talking about some lively pre-dinner joke. ”

Tails' eyelids shrunk: "It's the life and death of Longxiao City." ”

He turned to the girl who was practicing the dagger, "And Selma's rule. ”

"Rumba holds our greatest weakness, and your secrecy and inflection will only add to our troubles. ”

"Northlanders. ”

After a few seconds, Nicolas looked up expressionlessly and looked at him calmly.

Not a word.

Tails looked at the silent Nicolais, sighed, and raised his sword.

"So you told him. ”

Nicolas raised his axe, absentmindedly blocking Tails' fluttering sword, powerless.

"Impossible," the Starfaller's face stiffened, as if he had seen the most terrible thing, "he has no reason to betray us, and it is impossible for him to reveal the news to the enemy." ”

Tails snorted.

"Who knows, Earl Charles Risbane, former Prime Minister of the Kingdom, who is loyal only to Walton," Tails said meaningfully, "If he knew the truth about the Grand Duchess, and knew that he was not serving Walton, would he feel that he was more suited to ......"

Nicolai jerked his head up and gritted his teeth: "It's because he's loyal to Walton that it's even more impossible!"

Tails didn't speak.

He just looked at each other with complicated eyes.

Why are you so sure and confident?

Why is there such confidence in Lisban, who is still following King Nune's will after his death, and serving a girl who has nothing to do with Walton without complaint?

Tails sighed slightly:

"Don't forget, Walton's direct bloodline is in fact dead. ”

Nicolas shuddered slightly.

"Could it be that after the death of the Born King, the last orders of the Ancestors conveyed through the personal guards are so supreme?" Tails pushed Nicolai away, sneering, "so that a respected traditional Northland lord can put aside his dignity and habits and bend down to a girl who is not actually his lord's blood?"

"Unless King Nun is alive, how can a vassal who almost holds the power of Longxiao City remain loyal for decades in the face of a powerless and fragile girl?"

Tails shrugged: "You know, if it's Lisbane, then Walton's nominal rule will probably end here - this secret he holds is enough to overturn the Archduke......"

"I said it couldn't be!" Nicolai's dissatisfaction was already very palpable: "You don't know anything, and you don't know Lisbane." ”

Tails looked at the Meteorite's appearance and sighed softly in his heart.

Oh, yes.

Lisbane wasn't like that kind of person, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to trade with the Black Sand Collar with a secret.

So......

There is only one explanation.

Because Lisbane knows that everything he has worked so hard to run is still to serve Walton.

His true allegiance is still the blood of King Nunn.

"Your concern ends here, unless the Black Sand Collar comes to you again," Nicolai said coldly.

"I'll take care of it. ”

"You're not stupid enough to confront him directly, are you?" said the prince lightly, "just by virtue of the affection and kindness of the previous king?"

Nicolai turned sideways with contempt, ignoring him, and retreated a certain distance.

Until Tails' next sentence.

"Have you forgotten that traitor?" Tails sneered in front of him, "You have forgotten how you refused to believe his betrayal until he himself appeared in Valhalla?"

"Until you kill that traitor with your own hands, Kaslan Rumba?"

The words were like a spark that ignited straw, and Nicolai jerked around and punched Tails in the abdomen!

Boom!

But to the surprise of the Meteor, Tails reached out his hands with great speed as if he had changed into a different person, and firmly grabbed the punch he habitually changed direction.

"That's right, keep a low profile, it's better to pretend that nothing happened," Tails gritted his teeth as he gritted his teeth as he clenched the other party's arm, "Because many times, even I don't know who is an enemy and who is a friend in Longxiao City." ”

Nicolai stared at him with a frown, and after a few seconds, the Meteorite unceremoniously withdrew his arm, giving the prince a stumble.

He looked at Thelma, who was practicing daggers with Justin in the distance, and pursed his lips: "Did you tell the Grand Duchess about this?"

"Black Sand Collar's chips and threats?"

"No," Tails exhaled, shaking his aching hands, experiencing the numbness of the sins of the Prison River slowly subsided, "Not yet. ”

"Very well, then keep silent," Nicollet seemed to calm down, his eyes fixed on Selma, "She doesn't need to know this. ”

"As for this, Whiteblade...... The Grand Duke's personal guard will be tracked down. ”

Silent.

After a while, Tails let out a gloomy sigh as he stood up and stopped looking at the Meteorite.

"Yes. ”

"You think you can protect her with a sword and a shield," Tails snorted meaningfully, looking at the Grand Duchess's practice, "so only teach her to use a dagger." ”

He shook his head: "Think about it: when the enemy's sword slashes in front of her, the lonely and weak Grand Duke only has a small dagger, which can only stab and slash. ”

"I can't imagine anything more brutal. ”

Nicolai glanced at the Grand Duchess and turned back to Tails, his face disdainful: "Don't worry, I'll cut off the enemy's head before the sword arrives." ”

"Hah, that's pretty good. ”

Tails shook his head, his tone unconsciously tinged with a hint of wistleness: "However, the sword that belonged to Rumba has stopped at her throat, and Rumba's head is still on his neck—and she is still happily learning daggers from you." ”

Nicolas didn't speak, only frowned.

Tails narrowed his eyes: "Do you train the Moral prince like this, teach him the dagger to defend himself, keep him away from all dangerous secrets?"

The prince bowed his head and clapped his hands, sighing, "No wonder Morar didn't come back from the stars......"

"Women are not of the battlefield, and Moral is not a woman," Nicolai interrupted him coldly, "his training is much harder, and he is also a brave swordsman and axeman, and he did not come back because of his lack of skill. ”

Tails folded his arms and was silent for a moment.

"Of course, Moral," Tails shook his head, his gaze seemed to mean something else, "a legitimate male Grand Duke's heir, if he's still around, then Longxiao City will probably be able to stabilize - then I probably won't need to come to Exeter." ”

Nicolai snorted coldly, seemingly completely unaware of what the prince was trying to say.

"But she," Tails said to Archduchess Nunu, as if it were just a small talk, "she's a woman, not even Walton's blood. ”

"This poses a lot of problems. ”

"She can't just know how to defend herself with a dagger, it's not enough. ”

"That's not something you should worry about, just mind yourself. Nicollet unceremoniously stopped him: "That's my business." ”

"You're so confident. Tails snorted lightly and shook his head: "It seems that as long as you say a word, Longxiao City will become stable in an instant, and the suspicion of Lisban and others will also be eliminated." ”

Yes.

Nicolais?

"That's all for today's lesson," Nicollet said bluntly, "for the rest of the time, practice on your own." ”

Tails chuckled in his heart and shook his head: "What about a hundred times?"

But the Starfall only gave him a cold glance, then turned and left without stopping.

Tails looked at his back, frowning slowly.

It's still early, and the sun is still shining.

"It's over so early?" Wyaa stepped forward, took the sword and shield from Tails' hand, and said suspiciously, "Today's training seems to be a little different?"

The second prince took a deep breath and shook his head slightly.

"Where, isn't it the same as before?"

"This overwhelming advantage," Tails couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the distant figure of the Meteorite, "The two sides of the fight." ”

"It's not at all a level. ”

"You don't have to compare yourself to the Meteorite," Waiya raised an eyebrow, following the prince's line of sight, looking tentatively at the formidable former Whiteblade Commander, "but I'm relieved to see you so optimistic again." ”

"Not too bad, is it?"

Tails turned around and looked to the other side, Selma, who was sweating profusely and practicing daggers, and looked at the guards and servants who were all over the field and outside the field, with vigilant faces, silent.

Not too bad?

No.

At that moment, only the prince himself knew how bad the situation he was facing.

(End of chapter)