(Alfonse Arc)

The Kingdom of Fanluntieno, 133 of the Alchemy Calendar......

Ancient books do record the experiences of the Silver Knights after they were sent to the north by the behest of their ancestors, essentially exiled.

However, the author wrote the book using words and grammar that were only common at the time, and given the scarcity of materials that have survived, it is difficult for modern scholars to interpret them.

And in the "Wang Shi Tongjian" written by the Marquis of Alex. The following translation and explanation of Silver's experience were made: "A more factual statement should be: Alfonsiqing accepted bounties and marquises, and since then he has had the idea of secretly expanding the military strength of the Silver Knights and preparing the army, and at that time he had the intention of becoming the second king of Van Lentieno.

Soon, the sad news of the death of the former king spread in the palace, and when the king was mourning with the people, he also wondered if it was Alfonsiqing's doing.

History seems to show that Alphonse was dissatisfied with the tyranny of the kingdom and attempted to stage a coup d'état, and the first step was to send someone to infiltrate the king's bedroom and assassinate him.

Alphonse turned against Priscia as a result......

In order to avoid the eyes and ears of the public and secretly plan the next step of the coup d'état, Alfonse took the opportunity of the discord with Van Rexso, and decided to temporarily fade out of everyone's suspicious sight and lead his army to the north. Sure enough, five years later, Alfang Siqing led the army to storm the royal capital. ”

Such a statement is widely accepted.

Alfonsiqing's contribution to the overthrow of the kingdom's tyrannical regime and the opening of a new page in the history of the Van Lenteno continent is indispensable.

Therefore, despite the somewhat shady means of his overthrow, he was eventually dubbed a "hero".

However, the historical facts present a fundamentally different picture from this statement.

It is true that the historical facts are completely consistent with the objective descriptions in the ancient books.

However, the subjective views of his interpretation are different from historical facts.

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The boundary between the north and south flanks of the ancient continent is very clear, and it is also a geographical boundary that is customary among local farmers, called the "Ukiles Line".

The origin of this dividing line is not unfounded.

As soon as you cross this natural barrier of mountains and reach the opposite side, and walk a short distance through the mysterious forest that separates the hot and cold days, the pedestrian will clearly feel the sudden drop in temperature and the abnormal weather.

A few hours earlier, the Silver Knights had crossed this natural barrier and made their way to the true north. For Alphonse, it should be "back to the north".

They passed through scattered villages along the way, but they didn't bother them.

Peeking through the wooden fence of the perimeter to defend against the beasts, the house was very narrow, probably only for two or three people;

The roof is conical and low; The outside of the house is irregularly stacked with thatch, which seems to be used to plug the gap and keep out the wind and cold.

From near to far from the village, birds are rarely heard, and people outside are not seen. It seems that it is very poor, let alone developed.

These scenes of decay reminded the soldiers of the barren southern frontier they had visited during their past campaigns.

At this point, the Silver Army finally experienced the real bitter cold.

The soldiers, who had always lived in the south, had never suffered such a freezing day, shivering, and the pace of the march began to be disordered.

Compared to the temporary cold weather that Alphonse had created in the canyon, the soldiers were experiencing a real winter that lasted and never ended.

At the same time, they were covered with frost - not on their faces and helmets because of the snow, but also on their hearts.

They were angry and discouraged, and their honor, the most important thing they valued, was stripped away by a command from the king.

The phrase "exile silver" wasted the great achievements made before, and it was also the time when the name "Silver Hero" became a household name.

At the time of his father's death, rumors of an attempted coup d'état spread throughout the palace.

Without conclusive evidence, Priscia would never believe this, nor did she believe that there would be evidence that would subvert the truth.

From the bottom of her heart, she believed that Alphonse would never be a hypocrite who was plotting to usurp the throne.

So, she resolutely left the palace and went north with the silver army.

At first, Priscia constantly blamed Alphonse and was very puzzled by his silence, why didn't she refute these rumor-mongers?

Every time he was faced with this question, Alphonse just smiled and said perfunctorily: "Originally, I also planned to go back to my hometown, the north. ”

"Why don't you want to stay in the royal capital?" The royal capital of Francis is the entrenchment of the nobility, and it is also the area where Princess Priscia can call the wind and rain.

There, if you are with the princess, even a pawn can enjoy all the glory and wealth.

Moreover, the royal capital also has a large number of formally trained elite warriors, and she thinks that if Alphonse learns martial arts and trains with them, he will be able to grow day by day, and he will become the number one knight in the kingdom in just a few years.

The strongest knight with the most beautiful princess to defend the kingdom together is definitely the best result.

But Alphonse turned a blind eye to any of this. Obviously, as long as Priscia allowed it, he could enter and leave the palace freely without hindrance.

But he seldom stayed in the palace, and left in a hurry after meeting her, not cherishing his position of power, not being with the powerful warriors, but returning to the dilapidated palace of the Silver Knights.

What exactly was in his head, ice and snow?

In the carriage, Priscia thought about these depressing thoughts again, and leaned against the pillow that had been erected and gradually fell asleep.

It was very cold, the sweater on my body was not warm enough, and I was not used to the weather in the north, so my body trembled and curled up.

Outside the carriage, Alphonse led the army forward in the snow.

He himself had long since adapted to the extreme climate of the north, but the other soldiers were not.

Finchley hastened from the rear of the group, caught up with the regimental commander who was leading the group, and made a brief report: "Alphons, all the soldiers who escaped yesterday have been captured, six in all. ”

Alphons, who was holding the reins on horseback, pulled out a hand to open his helmet, projected a gaze that was even colder than the sky, and ordered: "Let the team stop and rest first." Then, bring those traitors up. ”

"Order." When Finchley had answered, he turned his horse and gave the order to rest, and then returned to the very end of the line and ordered the guards to bring the captured deserters to the commander.

During the march of the Silver Knights, some of the soldiers attempted to escape. These soldiers did not belong to the Silver Army, but they left the royal capital with Silver because they did not accept the imperial cavalry and left the regular army of the kingdom.

The knight who really belongs to the silver is extraordinary, no matter how hard and tired he is, he will not retreat so much, and he will not give up all honor to be a deserter rat. After the deserters of the Kingdom Army were captured, they were about to be dealt with harshly martial.

"Strip them naked and beat them with chains."

The two executioning knights hesitated to stand still when they heard that they were to punish their comrades in the same cruel way they had been used to treat their captives, and Finchley let out a chill.

"Didn't you hear my orders!"

Alphonse's roar was as deterrent as if it were demonic breath, forcing the knight to move to the carriage and take out the torture instruments.

What happened outside the carriage alarmed Prissia who was asleep in another carriage.

She rubbed her tired eyes, slowly woke up, and opened the curtains to peek out.

Deserters have been there since they left the royal capital and marched, and they continue unabated. Priscia also knows a little about this.

And the punishment of the commander of Alfonse for those who were captured became more and more severe.

Perhaps it was for this reason that his temper became very short-tempered and prone to anger over things in the army.

The military discipline was clear in rewards and punishments, and the punishment was a matter of course, and the well-trained Silver Knights were willing to abide by military rules.

At the same time, they have great respect for the leader, the leader who brought them out of the gloom of the past and made great achievements.

"Those who deliberately relax their strength will be punished the same!"

The screams of the deserters were worse than the howling mountain wind, colder than the sound of chains striking and colliding with each other.

The scene of the skin opening is simply unimaginable. It was not the captives who were punished, but their companions. The soldiers present were all moved, and they avoided it.

Only Captain Alfonse stared at the fugitive with an almost cruel gaze and put full psychological pressure.

Unable to withstand the harsh military punishment and the coercion from the regiment commander under the ice and snow, the two of them unconsciously trembled and opened their mouths, rolled their eyes and fell to the ground.

I don't know if the deserter pretended to faint, but anyway, the execution knight finally found an opportunity to stop the torture instrument in his hand.

Shirts off, bruised soldiers, blood-stained chains, and blood-stained snow......

It's a chilling sight that is even worse than the winter we're experiencing.

Prissia got out of the car wrapped in coarse linen clothes to inspect the situation, and involuntarily covered her mouth and looked at Alphonse in surprise.

No one in the whole army dared to speak or make a random movement, standing and squatting, all like frozen stone statues, and the atmosphere was more silent and serious than the usual breath-holding training.

After a long time, Alphonse broke the silence with a roar, and his voice went from low to high: "It's time to rest and eat, why is there no one to distribute bread?" ”

He glanced at everyone with an angry gaze, "Cook out!" ”

Someone secretly gasped. It didn't take long for a small figure to emerge from among the soldiers standing side by side, bowing his head and not daring to look at the regiment commander, not even daring to say "I'm sorry".

The Cook was Olivier, a fourteen-year-old boy with red hair and a fair face.

This kid was the first soldier Alphonse to befriend when he came to the Silver Knights. He felt that Alphonse, who had been friendly in the past, was a different person today.

Alphonse was furious at this point, and anyone's every move could trigger his scales again.

The Cook may be punished, and it is not Olivier's fault that Finchley, who has known him for a long time, intends to go up to the captain and persuade the regiment to open up.

It's just a little kid, and he didn't do anything wrong.

Alphonse glared at Olivier for a few seconds, then turned around without saying a word.

Finchley saw that the anger on Alphonse's face seemed to have subsided considerably, and his expression returned to the calm of the march.

"Don't just stand there, my companions are hungry, hurry up and prepare for the distribution of bread and water."

After leaving this slightly gentle remark, the regimental commander left the brigade, walked to a small hill not far from here, and patted Desfield on the neck.

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Alphonse was distressed, having been unable to control his emotions lately.

Most of his colleagues have already noticed the change.

Except for a few people who have a good relationship, such as Finchley and Douglas, in fact, counting Olivier, who is almost about to be punished today, the rest of the people's attitude towards Alphonse is more fearful than awe.

Whenever I encounter something that is not enough to be angry, or a trivial matter that is very common, there is always an undercurrent surging in my heart, calling, rushing out, and venting.

The flame was inexplicably ignited, and the anger accumulated into a lot that could not be contained, as if it was a natural impulse.

Alphonse is not a Terran. Half of what flowed through him was the blood of a demon dragon.

More than twenty years ago, Alphonse, as a baby, was abandoned in the Bliza Snow Field and picked up by Daisfield and returned to the Ice Palace.

At that time, the baby was already dying, and in order to save him, Desfield did not hesitate to infuse it with his own demon blood, so that he could continue to live.

People have the honorific title of "Holy Dragon" because of their ability to use light magic, and it fits in somewhat with the description of "Holy Dragon" in the Scrolls.

Their secret is only known to Desfield and Alfonse.

For the first time, Alphonse was so uneasy about these facts.

He glanced at the emblem on the back of his left hand, which did not show white light when not in use, but a faint glow. It has a secret, that only demonic blood can power this Polar Ice Emblem.

There were no outsiders in the single battalion reserved for the regimental commander, and Alphonse took off his armor and close-fitting cloth clothes.

The broad backs were covered with cross-scars from the whipping, no less severe than those of the soldiers punished today.

The only difference is that these scars have accumulated over a long period of time.

This is a trace of his struggle against the demonic nature in his heart, and he has barely restrained it.

He laughed at himself, no amount of restraint and discipline, no amount of restraint and whipping, could change the fact that he was a demon.

The Flogger was a colleague and close friend, Finchley, the only person in the army who knew Alphonse's identity.

Every few days, when he could barely suppress his demonic nature, Alphonse would go to Fincley and go with him to a place where no one would be discovered, using this cruel and extreme means to try to regain his senses.

At this moment, there was the sound of small footsteps from outside the barracks, and he hurriedly put on his clothes to avoid letting others notice the injury on his back.

Priscia lifted the curtain and bowed in, and when she saw him with a strange expression, she asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The camp was much warmer than outside, but there was no stove for heating, and Priscia took off her wolfskin sweater to keep out the cold.

Alphonse shook his head, his expression calmed down, his eyes turned to one place, and he put on his armor.

Thinking that she could see through his mind and that he was still feeling guilty about her anger for no reason today, Priscia leaned over and put her arms around his back, closed her eyes and felt the warmth on him, and muttered in a low voice, "Keep your momentum and majesty, Captain." ”

Alphonse turned around and responded with a hug.

"So today you should have punished that cooking soldier, and you should have treated him equally."

"What?"

"Discipline in the military must be clear in terms of rewards and punishments, and both adults and children must be punished for doing wrong."

"Actually he didn't do anything wrong this morning...... It's just that I can't control my emotions and lose my temper......"

Alphonse didn't tell her the inner reason for his uncontrollable anger, only vaguely.

"Keep your momentum and majesty, Captain." Priscia repeated, this time with a hint of implication, "Only by being selfless can you make your subordinates obedient, and only by harsh torture can you eliminate your subordinates' thoughts of betrayal." ”

"You're talking too seriously, aren't you?"

Priscia, who was in her arms, pushed Alfonse away, her expression slightly disappointed, "Why are you always so cowardly?" Even a child can't be punished ruthlessly! ”

Hearing the word "coward", he couldn't control his anger again, glaring at the other party and yelling, "What did you say? ”

"You fled the royal capital because you were afraid of the Royal Knights, right? Afraid of being suppressed by them? Can't get a record? You were silent and did not refute the rumors of "mutiny"! You're just trying to get out of the way of everyone! She vented her dissatisfaction accumulated on weekdays.

Alphonse blushed with anger when he heard these words from an unknown source.

"Elphons, you do this...... What's the difference with those deserters just now? ”

"You ......" There is an undercurrent surging and excited in the body, wanting to rush and explode.

Five fingers have an urge to pinch someone, and the whole arm has an urge to lift a sword. The demon's breath couldn't help but spread.

The warmth of the camp was dispelled by the freezing cold, and Priscia felt suffocated as if she had been choked by her throat.

This is the murderous aura that only the Silver Regiment Commander Alphonse, who wants to slaughter the enemy and drink blood when facing the enemy on the battlefield.

She looked at him in surprise, who had become another person, and regretted whether she had gone too far, and whispered: "But it doesn't matter...... Cowardice is temporary, you can become stronger......"

"A woman actually pointed fingers at me. I am the leader of the Silver Knights, and it is not your turn to take care of the affairs of my Order. ”

Alphonse managed to suppress his anger, buckled his sword, put on his cloak, and prepared to leave the barracks.

Then he turned back, but his eyes did not look at the other, and said in a cold tone: "One thing must be told to you, it is your father who 'banished' me to the north. And you, his daughter. ”

Alphonse flipped over the curtain, and a howling cold wind rushed into the barracks.

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There was a bright spot in the gray canopy, emitting a faint glow. It was the sun obscured by dark clouds.

It's hard to tell whether it's day or dusk. Finchley estimated that it would not be long before the time came for the soldiers to concentrate.

So he ended his reconnaissance mission and rushed back from a distance of 500 meters from the barracks. As he dismounted and walked, his sensitive ears picked up a hint of sound.

He looked around, it was supposed to be coming from the frozen banks of the river, and it sounded like the sad cry of a child.

It should be him, a friend who's known him longer than Alphonse.

Alphonse's anger today was terrifying to anyone present, let alone a fourteen or fifteen-year-old.

Olivier stood on the bank of the river, with his back to the comer, staring at the other side in the howling wind. Finchley tapped him on the shoulder.

Olivier turned his head to look up at his older brother, who was two heads taller than himself.

His face was white and red, his eyes were full of tears, and his nose was sobbing. This appearance made Finchley feel pity.

......" Finchley was a martial artist, and he really didn't know how to comfort the child, and he couldn't rashly tell him the facts about Alphons, so he just stammered and explained to him: "The head of the regiment also has a hard time, he usually doesn't lose his temper so much, you should know him." ”

Olivier nodded tremblingly, hugging him coquettishly.

"Okay, wipe your face, go back with me, and get ready to gather."

Then, Finchley's whole body stirred, and an inexplicable sensation emerged as Olivier's chest was close to him......

Olivier also noticed his gaffe and hurriedly pushed him away, his face stained with a shy red.

"You ......," Fincley was surprised, "you're a girl?" ”

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Night fell suddenly, and all around was a snow-stained darkness. Priscia sadly walked back to the dividing line between North and South.

She didn't know where she was going, how long she had been walking, and how far she had been from the barracks.

Before she knew it, she noticed that it was no longer snowing, probably because she had followed the return route.

The farther back to the Uquiles line, the warmer the temperature became, returning to a level familiar to her, causing her to drop her sweater halfway before moving on.

She stepped on the yellow leaves and walked into the forest, aimless, but still vigilant.

Along the way, her mind was filled with Alphonse and the difficulties and battles she had experienced in the past, as well as the carefree pleasures of living with him in the palace.

She suddenly missed her deceased father, and her blurred eyes saw his kind face looming in the darkness.

Her father taught her knowledge, taught her how to protect herself, and taught her to chase after people and things called "powerful."

The daughter's pursuit of these warriors is not resistant, because her father, as the king of a country, is the representative of the strong.

She firmly believes that only a strong person of the same strength as her father can give herself the same level of tenderness and love as her father, and only such a person is qualified enough to give this.

"Elphons, you can't understand my thoughts...... Only a strong warrior can give me enough peace of mind...... You don't understand ......"

Priscia sobbed, wiping her tears and muttering to herself, no one could hear her even if she shouted it, but she couldn't cry.

"When you encounter some small things, you will only cry, just like those weak women who have to rely on other people!" The father would have rebuked her like this.

It seems that there is an attraction ahead, a strong temptation for Prissia to be had. It's not about demons, it's just a charm that only nature can emanate, especially in this sparse and almost withered jungle.

She was curious and wanted to move forward and find out. If you can find something interesting, you should be able to dispel the depression of today.

Tempted and guided by this natural force, she soon came to the middle of the jungle.

From here, you can clearly look up at the bright moon hanging high in the night.

However, what makes people feel more beautiful is not the untouchable bright moon, but the lake that is close at hand.

Priscia was pleasantly surprised by the dreamy wonderland she stumbled upon.

I didn't expect that there was such a beautiful lake surrounded by withered trees.

Surrounded by secluded, hazy moonlight, the surface of the lake shimmers with fairy-tale sparkling waves, like a surging stream of flooded gemstones.

Perhaps the light reflected on the surface of the lake is the "true body" of the moon, and the viewer imagines that although the moon is untouchable, a master once mentioned that the moon in the sky is made of countless shining gemstones, otherwise how can it have the ability to shine?

The moon must be a huge, magical gemstone, right?

The water in the lake should be very clear and shallow. Through the moonlight, you can glimpse the true face of the bottom of the water in the sparkling gap, there is no sand, no stone, no aquatic plants, it is truly clear.

Priscia watched the beautiful lake and yearn for it, and all her bad emotions and thoughts were instantly forgotten, and her heart became calm.

Suddenly, a bold idea came to Priscia's mind - she wanted to immerse herself in the light of the moon and the lake.

It was a hazy night, and no one was disturbed.

As for the weather, it's magical, it's on the dividing line between north and south, it's neither hot nor cold, and the dead trees seem to have the effect of insulating the cold of the north.

She only felt a comforting coolness.

The idea of intimacy with water constantly seduces Prissia .

Beautiful moonlight, beautiful lake, beautiful woman...... Isn't that a good match? Priscia stripped off her gown, removed all the ornaments from her body, placed them on the shore, and stepped into the water.

When the toes touched the water, the whole body couldn't help but shudder. The lake was alarmed by the beauty of the visitors, as if welcomed, and there were waves of ripples. The "jewels" in the lake are surging as a result.

Priscia's body was half submerged in the lake, and her lower body felt cold in contact with the water, but she quickly got used to it. It seems that the depth of the lake is just that, and it is just right.

She crouched down and let her whole body merge with the lake except her head. Her long red hair fluttered along with the waves.

And so it went on for a while, and then she stood up again, and looked up at the moon, the long hair of her shawl was wet and dyed with moonlight, and she was shining red, some of which slanted down her slender and round shoulders, while others from her sideburns covered her collarbone and fell to the curve of her delicate breasts.

She had another idea.

Priscia held out her right hand to the moon in the sky and struck a pose like a princess inviting the prince to dance at a ball.

The charm she exudes at this moment is stronger than ever. If the person who was invited to dance was really His Royal Highness the Prince, then Prissia as the inviter was really impossible to refuse.

The moon never darkened a bit, as if that was the answer to accepting the invitation. After that, her elf-like body began to dance in the water.

The bright eyes and the dark emotions also change with the waves.

The body bathed in the water, bathed in the moonlight, is so beautiful that it is impossible to describe it in words.

The hands are gathered and separated, like flower buds gathering and blooming in an instant;

Her hair fluttered in all directions. The dance is coherent and light, and the movements are constantly changing. The moonlight adds a feminine glow to it, turning it into a sparkling softness on the skin.

The emblem on the right chest seemed to absorb the energy of the moonlight, and it glowed with a faint emerald color. Tonight, for the first time, the imprint spontaneously radiated its light.

The water splashed, Priscia danced in the lake, and the drops of water and the moonlight seemed to dance on her skin...... The water is so sparkling, and the skin is so rippling......

This is a skillful and beautiful fairy dance, because it is really a dance handed down from the ancient elf clan.

When Priscia was still a child, she longed to participate in the royal feast full of the powerful. But at that time, children were not qualified to appear at such a solemn banquet.

By chance, she came across books about the Dance of the Elves. In the book, it is written that in the process of learning the fairy dance, you can gradually gain powerful elven powers.

In order to get in touch with the strong as soon as possible, in order to gain their recognition and appreciation, she practiced demon dance hard.

The first time she performed the demon dance was on the day of the harvest celebration of Shidu ten years ago, the night of Shidu's demise.

The first person to be her dance partner was the young Alphonse.

At that time, Alphonse was still a teenager who knew everything.

As Beauty's dance partner, he can't keep up with Prissia in dance.

The light-footed and fluent Prisia and the clumsy Alfonse were the subject of a campfire in the square.

Now, ten years later, Priscia dances alone in the moonlight and into the void.

She is completely immersed in dancing and memories. Whether it is its seductive dancing posture or delicate body, it is so wonderful and wonderful, it can be called the brilliance of the world in the dark night, the supreme arrogance that surpasses everything.

She no longer needs a dance partner, no more music, no more the inherent laws of dancing, no need for an audience, no need for appreciation, no need to pay attention to the eyes of the world.

At this moment, the moon, water, and man become one and blend with each other, and the brilliance of the three lingers with each other.

Everything else else became the backdrop for the Moon Water Demon Dance, turning into only a small presence for Prisia.

After the dance, she felt refreshed, so she happily took a spoonful of water in her hands, raised it above her head, and offered it to the moon, which gave her gorgeous brilliance.

Strands of water leaked through the fingers and deliberately slightly divided palms, flowing down the raised arms, moistening the areas where they passed, or slipping through the cleavage, or sliding down the back, or flowing along the curve of the waist, almost every inch of ......

At this time, Priscia was so fascinating and intoxicating......

The viewer gradually realizes that this is not a dance in the pure sense, but a ritual, a ritual that is in close contact with nature and breaks through the boundaries between man and nature, solemn and beautiful.

Even if an elf is born close to nature, its skills and aura may not be able to reach such a high level.

The rustling sound of the bushes not far from him was sensitively picked up by Prissia ears.

"Who?"

She turned her head to stare at the place where the sound was made, and her bathed body turned her back to it, undisguised and dodging, and beauty became an awe-inspiring presence from this moment on.

Priscia touched the emblem on her chest, and without alarming the surface of the lake, she quietly gathered around her.

She doesn't let voyeurs feast their eyes on it and get away with it.

"Come out! Who? ”

Priscia asked.

There was a commotion in the bushes again, and it seemed that the people inside could not resist the pressure of the wind that she was constantly exerting on them, and had the intention of showing up.

The uninvited guest emerged from hiding and stood, meeting Pricia's angry eyes.

"A necromancer?"

Priscia drove the wind to roll up the clothes on the shore of the lake, floated them in the air and presented them to her hands, and walked back to the shore step by step as she put them on.

When she stepped ashore, she was already dressed in a gauze dress, and her eyes were full of murderous energy, staring at the uninvited guest who appeared.

Elongated ears, silver pupils, purple-black complexion...... The Uninvited Guest is a Night Elf who wears the eerie outfit of an exotic necromancer.

Priscia will never forget the necromancers who once brought her death-like fear, and their physical traits.

"Princess......" the necromancer spoke first, "it was my master who asked me to take you back to the royal capital." ”

"Why should I listen to you? And who is your master? Priscia unceremoniously refused.

Before introducing his master, the necromancer bowed reverently, as if saluting the princess, and it seemed that it was just a spontaneous gesture of awe, "My master is none other than Van Rexso, the second king of Van Lentieno. ”

"What?" When Prisia heard this fact, she opened her mouth slightly and was taken aback, and her heart became more vigilant.

Ten years ago, after escaping from the capital of Wommingbele, she was sniped by the leader of the necromancers, and when she was dying, it was Van Rexsoe who came to the rescue of her father and eliminated the enemy in front of her.

Why would he ...... with the Necromancer today

"We, the Necromancer Legion, have long since returned to the Royal Knights. We necromancers are "stupid" by nature, and we only know how to follow the strong, right? Princess Priscia. ”

The Night Elf, who stood more than ten meters away from Priscia, had his eyes shining with turquoise glow. Although fundamentally different, it bears some resemblance to Priscia's emerald pupils.

He shook out a large number of daggers, hidden weapons, and even the wand of the elven master weapon from his body—it was all he was equipped with.

He tossed them aside. It seems that he intends to have a long and sincere conversation with the princess on this night, with the aim of convincing the princess to return to the royal capital for his master.

Priscia was not armed at this point, nor did she need any lethal weapons.

With any use of any kind of magic, she could kill the Night Elves in front of her who had voluntarily lost their arms, and it was as easy as a finger.

The Night Elves were undaunted by this, for he firmly believed that there was one thing that he and Priscia shared, and that was the desire to follow the strong. She will definitely believe in herself, and return to the royal capital to serve her master.

It was late at night, and the bright moon was obscured by dark clouds, and the moonlight was withdrawn, temporarily evacuating the confrontation between the princess and the necromancer.

Priscia's shoulders trembled slightly as she felt the cool air floating from the lake behind her. "Answer my question first, why did you collude with Fan......"

"The princess is wrong."

Although such an offensive interruption can make the necromancer crushed to pieces in the wind pressure at any time, there is one point, the necromancer must and is willing to face the threat of death to explain and explain, "How can we be just humble and insignificant aliens, how can we be qualified to "collude" with the king? It's our necromancer legion that voluntarily submits to their masters! ”

Priscia was curious about his words, "Why? ”

The Night Elves begin to explain at length that this involves the humiliating history of the Night Elves.

Priscia respects the alien race and listens quietly.

Originally, this race was spurned by other races due to its nocturnal nature, strange mannerisms, and withdrawn nature of not being friendly with ordinary people.

After all kinds of humiliation, the elves gradually desire to become stronger, or to follow the strong.

The Night Elves, who are constantly surviving in the face of discrimination and viciousness, have learned a unique necromancy to summon.

Therefore, in a sense, the Night Elves and Necromancers in this continent are equal in nature and status, and are disliked and disgusted by people to the same extent.

They are humble and small, so they have to rely on feared necromancy to defend their homeland and even take revenge on humanity, and the tragedy of Shidu is one of the "shows" of their revenge on humanity.

Or, they will follow the stronger king to obtain the umbrella.

They had believed that their race was forever spurned and ostracized. At this time, a strong man appeared in front of them, threatening to accept the Night Elves and let them become subordinates to rule the continent together.

This man did not break his promise, and whenever the war was won, the elves were able to sit together at the highest table of the victor's banquet and share a piece of the pie with this man.

The one who made all the necromancers surrender was none other than Van Lenteno's second king, Van Rexso.

Priscia understood that in the intervening years, Van had successfully subdued the necromancer and made him submit to Van Lentieno.

It's no wonder that the necromancers have disappeared since then, and it turns out that they are secretly fighting against foreign enemies on behalf of Fan.

She nodded, acknowledging the Night Elf standing in front of her, and affirmed, "I see, you are Fan's subordinate, so there is no need to be polite." ”

She added another sentence, refusing Fan's request to return to the palace, "I don't want to go back for the time being." ”

"The master once said, princess, you can't let go of the power and glory in the palace. The most important thing is that the palace is your home. ”

Hearing that an outsider was nosy, she was a little dissatisfied, "I don't need you to mind my business!" ”

"Actually...... The princess is similar to me. ”

The Night Elf's words angered Priscia again, causing her to burn up her anger, "The lowly elves actually compare me to you? ”

Although Priscia was about to get angry, the Night Elf's momentum and determination overwhelmed her, and he said:

"Truly, how can a lowly alien like us compare with the noble Princess Van Lentino? However, it is undeniable that the princess also has a desire to follow the strong, so the princess is constantly getting stronger. The same is true for us. And—"

The Night Elf looked at Prisia's green eyes with her ghostly green eyes, full of incomparable pride, "Doesn't the princess think that the master Van Rexel is such a strong man and king worthy of everyone's follow?" ”

Just because she couldn't refute the rhetorical question, her wind pressure and momentum were half gone.

"The master has the shadow of the previous king."

Priscia closed her eyes, reflecting on what the Night Elves had said.

As a courtier, Van Rexor was recognized and highly praised by his father from an early age, and was taught by his father himself.

At the age of sixteen, he became the strongest envoy of light on the continent.

This fact once made Priscia, who was not taught magic by her father himself, very jealous.

However, it is undeniable that Priscia can indeed feel the aura of a hegemon in Van Rexsoe, who is capable and strategically knowledgeable, and can maneuver with his father on the chessboard and black and white pieces. Maybe these are the shadows of the so-called father.

"It only took one night for the master to eradicate Saidila, the commander of the royal army who refused to obey the imperial cavalry and had already rebelled, and made the royal army surrender and annex it under the imperial cavalry.

At the same time, the master sent us and other commanders to sweep through the small border countries - it is worth noting that the power of our necromantic legions is endless, and our soldiers have no concept of death!

Even if they turn into corpses, they will still stand up and continue to fight!

Ha ha! It is because the owner takes a fancy to our strength that he will make good use of us! Isn't making good use of talents the best embodiment of a king's ability?

If it weren't for a king who was as powerful on the inside as he was on the outside, he could sweep through dozens of small countries in a short period of time and make such great achievements for the Van Len Tieno Kingdom? Isn't this the height of the strong that the ideal heir of the former king can reach? ”

Priscia stared at the Night Elves, who were thrilled by singing the praises of their master's exploits, thought for a moment, and agreed, "I agree with you, Fan is indeed a strong man who is close to my father's steps. ”

"Princess, shouldn't you follow such a master closely?"

The Night Elves looked away, thought for a moment, and continued, "You're now following the Silver Knights and Alphonse, Princess, think about what they're doing?" While my master is busy expanding his territory and replenishing the kingdom day and night, what are the Silver Knights and Alphonse doing? What did they do after they regained their past glory in the First World War? ”

Priscia replied from the bottom of her heart, "They are just marching, marching, walking, going to the north to guard the frontier. Since returning from the southern expedition, they have not moved much. As for those territorial reconquest battles at the level of petty fights, they are simply not worth mentioning. ”

The Night Elf laughed, "Princess, your answer is already very clear! ”

"But...... Alfonse he ......"

"Everything my master has done is to consolidate the power of the kingdom, to make it last and endure forever.

Let all the small nations of this planet be included in the territory of Van Len Tieno, and let these small nations all have a king.

This planet is called Van Lentino!

Isn't that what the princess prayed for?

The master makes good use of all the "means" that can be used, and absorbs all the "powers" that can be controlled, isn't this the manifestation of the king? ”

Strength...... Strength...... Prosperity...... Priscia is also in a strong mood, even as a woman, she longs for her country to prosper for a long time.

These thoughts are not something that an ordinary woman can have, nor are they the aspirations and expectations they are qualified to pursue.

Priscia had wondered why she was so different from them. As she grew older, she gradually realized that this must be the cause of the royal bloodline.

A man with royal blood is qualified to be a strong man and a king;

Although women with royal blood cannot become kings, it is precisely because of this that they have a strong desire to chase the strong and the king.

This is a common fate that has long been determined and linked by the genes in the blood of the royal family, which cannot be discarded or denied.

"You're right. It seems that in addition to his excellent leadership skills, Fan is also very skilled in teaching his subordinates. ”

"Thank you very much for the compliment, princess." The Night Elves were not pleased because the princess admired them, but because the princess recognized the strength of her master.

"Even if you pick any one of the great achievements of Fan, neither silver nor Alfonse can compare with it."

Priscia tells the Night Elves what she really thinks, because it is a fact that she cannot deny.

"I guess the princess thought so in her heart, Alphonse is a coward." Things gather like and people gather in groups", he will be with the cowards of the Knights of the Falcon. The princess also knows that there are many deserters from the Falcon, that is, the Silver Knights. ”

"I do, but—" Priscia said, the wind around her fierce.

Although Alphonse has some shortcomings and shortcomings that only weaklings have, she firmly believes that "he can become stronger than anyone else." ”

The Night Elves turned their eyes to the side, the corners of their mouths curled, and they sneered.

Seeing that the other party scoffed at this, Priscia continued to argue: "My father once told me that my father had a difficult choice between Alphonse and Van Rexel when considering the heir to the kingdom......"

"Sure enough!" The Night Elves interrupted again.

"What?"

The Night Elves were already dismissive at this point, completely rejecting Priscia's idea.

Later, realizing his impudence, he explained: "It's time to tell the cruel truth to the princess." The owner told the princess not to tell him unless necessary. ”

Priscia was equally dismissive, but her heart was a little empty, but her words were still so tenacious, "It depends on whether you can convince me!" ”

"I can't convince the princess of her thoughts, I just want the princess to see something......" The Night Elf took out a secret letter from his bosom, and there was a lion's head seal on the seal.

It is clear that this is a letter that was only circulated in the royal chamber of Van Lentino.

Priscia manipulated the wind, took the letter, and presented it to her hand. The moment I came into contact, I felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding in my heart.

Could this be a letter related to the death of the Father......

Priscia pulled the secret letter from the envelope and skimmed through it through the moonlight.

This was originally a handwritten letter left by his father to Van Rexor before his death, and it probably stated that after careful consideration, it was decided that Van Rexel would be chosen as the successor of the kingdom.

"This is the handwriting of the former king."

The handwriting is unquestionable, and the seal that still glows with magic is also strong evidence.

The Magic Seal only works if the person voluntarily infuses it, and is the most effective proof of royal status.

But there's one more point that Priscia still wants to verify......

She noticed that her father's autograph in the lower left corner of the letter paper was deliberately very large, the handwriting was strong and strong, and every bend and vertical had a kind of toughness and vigor, but Prisia did not want to verify the style of her father's handwriting.

When she discovered the secret in her signature, she couldn't help but feel sad and sobbed. The Night Elves watching from the sidelines didn't know why.

She folded the part of the paper on which the signature was written with a specific stroke, and then her father's signature was "restored" into an imprint.

"Father's ......"

Since she was a child, Priscia has kept a secret with her father, and it is also an agreement between father and daughter. His father's signature, if folded along a specific stroke, would give the appearance of Prissia kamikaze emblem.

This signature cannot be forged, and its technique cannot be imitated.

Because no one knows what Prissia looks like.

This was designed by Priscia herself, and as long as it was signed on foldable paper, she could restore her father's name to the crest of the kamikaze.

Therefore, this secret is known only to father and daughter.

The Night Elves couldn't see how Priscia had used to verify the letter, but it seemed that she was convinced that it was genuine.

"This is conclusive evidence of what Alphonse has done."

Priscia barely wiped away her tears with her sleeve, thinking about the hints of the Night Elves, and easily deduced the death of her father—

The letter explained that his father had a difficult choice between Alphonse and Van Rexsoe.

This secret letter declared Van Rexor as the heir to the kingdom, so it was impossible for Van to kill his father.

Priscia thought of the possibility of coercion, but then dismissed the ridiculous idea.

Father is not a coward who succumbs to the knees of any wicked man.

It is also possible that there are other palace elites who are secretly plotting a coup d'état.

However, most of them had been tightly controlled by their father and Van Rexsoe a few years ago.

The only suspicious person left is Alphonse......

"The answer is clear, Princess. Only the weak would think of relying on the tricks of the wicked. ”

Priscia held her head, reluctant to listen.

It's hard to imagine......

Why is this happening...... Is it really you...... Why is this so...... That's my dearest father......

Don't want to think about it anymore......

It's impossible not to be suspicious...... You've changed...... I'm so disappointed in you......

Is there anything that can dispel the emotions that are so confused at this moment?

Priscia crossed her arms and asked herself from the bottom of her heart, her fingers unconsciously touching the glowing emblem on her right chest.

The storm was furious, howling uncontrolled by Prissia The remnants of the wood around were swaying unsteadily.

From this moment on, the kamikaze emblem seemed to have gained vitality, and it came to life in a strange way. In the center of it is a thumb-sized cross, circulating with the brilliance of magical energy, and the emerald lines are growing, extending, and even climbing up to the shoulders of their masters.

The gauze could not hide the activity of the luminous emblem, and it was reflected, allowing the Night Elves to witness the moment when the kamikaze emblem truly awakened.

Priscia's heart let go of all burdens and indulged in the power of the awakened kamikaze. A moment later, she woke up again. When I opened my eyes, my green eyes were the same, firm and persistent.

Seeing this, the Night Elf secretly rejoiced, "It seems that the princess has promised to go back with me to submit to her master!" ”

Kamikaze Priscia raised the corners of her mouth.

The next moment was something that the Night Elves had never expected.

Priscia manipulated the furious wind breath, condensing into several shadowless giant hands, overlapping and crangling the throats of the Night Elves, even lifting them into the air.

He struggled with his feet, unable to breathe or beg for mercy. The demon veins in the body, every inch was suffocated, and every cell was suffocated.

In just a few seconds, the Night Elf's mana was drained. The Tempest Hand drained his life force as well as his magic.

Just as he was about to die, the invisible giant hand suddenly dissipated like a shatter, and the moment the precious air rushed into his throat, the Night Elf fell to the ground, lying on the ground and unable to get up, his chest hitting the ground and coughing violently.

"This time, let's just remember that you are Fan's subordinate and let you go. The next time you are so rude, it will definitely crush you to pieces! ”

She also exhaled magic breath as she spoke, violently shaking the air, and the Night Elf was so terrified of the awakened princess in front of her that they didn't dare to look at her.

Priscia put on her ornaments again, and by the way, she tucked her long hair back in contentment.

"You Night Elves are too filthy for me to walk with you. I will return to the royal capital of Francis alone. ”

Priscia left the necromancer, still lying on the ground gasping for breath, ready to leave. After taking a few steps, she suddenly turned back and added another command;

"Don't follow me, or you'll not have any shards left!"

-

In the middle of the night, the moon is hidden in the clouds. Darkness poured out on the earth. A few hundred meters away from the sleeping barracks, there was a terrible sound of chains grinding and whipping flesh.

The night wind with snowflakes howled like a beast of prey. Alphonse was shirtless. There were a few more fresh blood marks on his chest. His waist-length white hair was stained with a lot of blood.

The demonic beasts that were crawling nearby had long smelled the rich scent of blood. Although he was hungry and thirsty, he didn't dare to get closer, and only shot at Alphonse with his crimson eyes.

The shirtless man in front of him was not stronger than the demon bear, but the killing intent was even more fierce than the demon dragon.

They watched as the man with demonic blood whipped himself with a chain, and they couldn't help but wonder if he was suppressing his bloodiness or releasing it.

The iron torture instrument was flicked back and forth, new scars overlapping the old ones that had not dried up, and the pain of flesh and skin was already critical. The more you push harder, the brighter the blue light in your eyes. This is not a demon, but Shura.

Alphonse felt the urge to hunt for food from the hidden trees.

Finally, an impatient demon wolf jumped out of its lurking place and pounced on Alphonse. If there is moonlight shining at this time, you can still see that this subspecies of snowfield giant wolf has a bright red coat color due to demonization, and the fierceness of the culling is comparable to that of the lion king.

Unable to suppress the desire to fight, Alphonse spewed out demonic breath from the wounds of the bloody forest, and clamped the demon wolf's mouth with the ten claws of both hands.

In this way, he caught the wolf's pounce and stopped it in mid-air.

He let out a whimper, and threw the monster in his hand over his shoulder.

The wolf's back slammed into a huge rock, the rock shattered in half, and the wolf's back broke, his body twisted, and he whimpered for his life.

Alphonse felt the blood in his body agitate, unable to stop the excitement ignited by the battle.

The monsters that had been lurking nearby appeared one after another, and if they were counted with their eyes instead of horses, there were almost hundreds of pairs of red eyes surrounding Alphonse.

Alphonse was about to lose his demonic instinct and almost break through the boundaries of patience, picking up the chains on the ground again, and two thoughts surged in his heart - as a weapon? Or as a torture instrument to restrain yourself?

Until the dragon's wrath came from somewhere. The monster swarm's anger is suppressed by the stronger dragon rage. The hard branches were trembling, and the wind and snow were howling even harder.

The vision of Alphonse's eyes, which had been suddenly awakened, no longer distorted, began to clear.

The second wave of dragon's breath turned the air upside down like a wave. It is already a warning sign of danger. The monsters screamed a few times and fled, leaving no one behind.

Alphonse knelt on the snow, scanning the spots of blood he had left in the snow.

If it weren't for Desfield, who noticed his mutation in time and woke himself up with a dragon's breath...... I've long been manipulated by demon blood, and I've become a demon who can't turn back......

After Desfield's dragon's breath dissipated, Alphonse noticed that it was faintly crying from not far away.

He dropped the chain, didn't bother to put on his clothes, and searched for Desfield along the source of the sound shirtless.

Alphonse walked farther away from the barracks with his torch, and soon came to the entrance of a cave, and by the light of the fire he found that it was not so deep that he could barely see the dragon's body curled up on the ground inside.

"Daisy."

The demon dragon Desfield closed his eyes at this time, as if he had seen through something, and his expression was peaceful. He stroked the dragon's body, and the hair on its body stinged his palm like withered hay, making it uncomfortable.

"Kid, look what you've done to yourself!"

It opened its eyes and looked at its adopted son. Alphonse's shirtless upper body was covered in scars, and the self-mutilating child made Daiss feel sorry for him, and she couldn't help but stick out her tongue to lick the horrific wounds for him.

It regretted not telling the child in advance the fact that he was a demon, so that he was prepared and would not be too confused. Tears of remorse fell from her ruby eyes.

"What the hell am I doing...... Alphonse involuntarily reproached himself, his expression at a loss.

"The task you gave me hasn't been completed yet, that's it...... Lead the Silver Knight and serve the country...... It's not done yet......"

He hugged Dais's neck.

"Someday, I'll become a demon, right?"

Daisy barely opened her mouth and exhaled.

"Rumors spread from the palace that I had assassinated the former king, so Van Rexsoe removed the silver from the royal capital and expelled him to the barren lands of the north. Did everything fall by the way...... Daisie, is it impossible for you to fulfill the long-cherished wish you let me inherit? ”

Daisy raised her head, looked at the starry sky outside the cave, and whispered, "Alphonse, the ancient sage of Van Lun Tieno once said that "those who are nearing the end can foresee the future." The concubine has a hunch that the answer you want is ready in the extreme north of the continent of Van Luntieno. ”

Desfield's words seemed to imply something other than giving Alphonse a direction to move forward.

"Dais, you ......" Guessing the fact that his adoptive mother was about to leave him, Alphonse couldn't help but shed tears, holding his dragon body as if it were a child, and it was about to wither as soon as it was lifespan.

"The concubine knows that she doesn't have many days, so in the end, there are two requests."

Alphonse, who was a little calmer, nodded sharply, promising to do it.

"First, the Polar Ice Holy Sword Dan Litair must always be by your side, and you can't let someone else keep it for you like tonight. Only by your side can you suppress your demonic nature. It is your talisman. I regret not letting you know sooner......"

Alphonse suddenly realized, "I see. Actually, I should have found out a long time ago......"

"Second, Alphonse, please go north as soon as possible, the concubine hopes to go back to the Bliza Snow Field to take a look before her life candle is extinguished, this is the concubine's last wish."

With tears in his eyes, he promised, "No problem! As soon as we see the dawn tomorrow, our regiment will set off immediately! ”

Alphonse and Desfield were close to each other, feeling the warmth of each other's affection at the moment, ignoring the cold wind howling in the cave. The two of them have the same bloodline, and they are more affectionate than the mother-son relationship of human beings.

-

The first rays of light of the next day radiated from the distant eastern horizon, illuminating the hazy sky. The Silver Knights are ready to go.

Alphonse was already in good armor, his eyes were bright, and the events of last night had made him think a lot of things, and he accepted the fact that Daiss was about to die. He stared to the north.

As he set off, Finchley ran in front of him.

As he was about to whisper a report on the situation in the army, Alphonse opened his mouth and asked, "Is Olivier there...... Say sorry to him when I see him. ”

Finchley was stunned and mentioned Olivier - no, it should be Olivia, presumably the head of the regiment didn't know that she was a tomboy.

He nodded, and then continued to report: "Commander, all the soldiers are ready, but Princess Priscia is still nowhere to be seen. ”

Alphonse was silent for a long time, and then replied to Finchley: "We can't wait any longer, let's go." ”

Then he instructed another knight, "Leave some symbols along the march so that she can find them." ”

Seeing that the regiment commander was in a hurry to march out of the army, Douglas, the big man who was yawning on the side, felt strange, and asked carefully: "Regiment commander, is it necessary to rush like this......

Alphonse turned his head and didn't repent his subordinates for their laziness, because that was the norm for Douglas.

As soon as he marches in the army, he will immediately become more serious than anyone else.

Alphonse then said, "In the northernmost part of the continent of Van Lentieno, there is the answer we want. ”

The head of the regiment's mysterious reply made the silver crowd incomprehensible and puzzled.

Alphonse continued to explain quietly: "What is the true significance of the Silver Army's northward journey? How to realize the ideal of serving the country in our way? What does Master mean by "a conspiracy surging in the Kingdom"? Saint Longdis told me last night that the northernmost part of the continent had ready the answers to these questions. ”