The little girl twisted her head slightly. This was because the edge of her head had hit something hard, making her feel very uncomfortable.

Well, why do I have something so hard at the head of my bed? Besides, my pillow has become a little hard...... It's the right height, but it's not the soft pillow that can sink your whole head in. The little girl thought so hazyly, and reached out to remove this hard thing. But her hand touched the cold steel, and the coldness made her heart feel excited, and the sleepiness instantly dissipated from her mind, by the way, I am ......

When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded not by the dormitory she was familiar with, but by a dark, cramped, old cabin. The cabin was so small that it couldn't fit a bed at all. There was no furniture in the hut, only a fire pool hastily constructed of stone and earth in the center. At this moment, the bonfire in the fire pool has been extinguished, but the embers still exude warmth.

Last night, she simply lay on the ground wrapped in a cloak and fell asleep on Ashrufat's thighs.

The little girl peeked at Ashrufat. The latter took off most of the armor and sat against the walls of the hut. He fell asleep in this position, and he didn't seem to be awake yet. Their bags were left a little farther away - this was what Rhodia had prepared for them earlier.

It was still early in the morning, and through the humble wooden door, one could see that it was dawning in the midst of darkness and light: there was already a glimmer of light, but it was still dim. The roar of the wind and rain that had accompanied her last night had stopped, and her body, including the clothes on Essrufat beside her, had dried out under the campfire.

The little girl sat up slowly. She immediately felt the touch of the fabric rubbing against her skin—the cloak that had been wrapped around her body fell off as her posture changed. Then she remembered that she was wearing nothing but this cloak at the moment.

She almost let out a scream, but managed to cover her mouth at the last moment. Ashrufat is still asleep. She didn't care about the cloak, but walked to the place where she was baking her clothes with as little and light steps as she could—fortunately, after a night of baking by a campfire, her clothes, socks, and shoes were all dry. The little girl carefully watched Ashrufat's eyes and put on her clothes as quickly as she could.

Ashrufat's eyes remained closed. Or rather, until she got dressed, Ashrufat's eyes were closed. After the little girl was all dressed, there was a crisp birdsong outside the cabin, and then Ashrufat suddenly opened his eyes.

"It's time to go. He said to the little girl. It was not yet dawn, and there were still a few hours of dawn, and the time was just right.

Among the small luggage that Rhodia arranged for them was a comb and a headband. It must be said that men and women are really very different, at least Ashrufat never prepared these knick-knacks when he was packing his bags. But at this moment, it was with this simple prop that the little girl groomed herself a little, making herself look less embarrassed than last night.

Their horse—the big black and red horse—was waiting for them at the door. Unlike yesterday, the horse looked very calm and calm, not even jumping and neighing. When she got on the horse, the little girl was surprised to see the place where the horse was injured - it was the underside of the horse's neck, and a bullet had pierced the horse's neck through the oblique thorn. However, although the wound was now open, it did not bleed, and it may be that Ashrufat used some method to temporarily stop the bleeding of the horse.

"Now let's go," Ashrufat said. "Go to the barracks! I'm sure we'll be there before the morning drill...... And then...... Our fate is decided...... Whether it's to recapture Eagle Falcon City, or to disappear from this world forever!"

......

The Guards Legion's barracks is actually not very far from Eagle Castle. Originally, it was an army stationed on the outskirts of the city, waiting for the king's orders. The barracks were like a small city, but unlike a city, the army was stationed in the city, and the merchants and other people who provided services to the army lived in the villages outside the city. The total strength of the Guards Legion is nearly 30,000 men, and 30,000 people will naturally have a very large variety of needs, which makes the village on the edge of the legion almost like a small market.

It was early in the morning, just as the guards at the barracks gate had changed. Before the two shifts of guards had handed over, the sound of heavy horses' hooves was heard ahead. Immediately afterward, a horse galloped - not at the speed of a normal person riding a horse, but a desperate drive to the mount, and the horse was coming straight to the barracks gate.

Often, this means an emergency military situation. But immediately, the guards sensed that something was wrong, for the riders on horseback could be seen from a distance wearing armor. It's not a state of war, and a courier won't have to worry about being intercepted by an enemy on the way, so it's impossible to wear armor for light, fast (and for more comfort). This man is not a messenger.

The guards exchanged glances with each other, and immediately lined up at the entrance of the barracks, putting on a posture of blocking. They weren't worried that the other party would rush hard, because no matter what the person who came was doing, after all, it was just a horse.

Who are you, what are you doing here?"

The man slowed down as he shouted, but he continued to ride his horse until he came to a complete stop in front of the guards. The soldiers noticed that the man's armor was rather fancy, not so much for actual combat, but for the need for battle on the basis of ceremonies. And the man was not riding alone, there was a little girl riding with him.

"Get out of the way!" the stranger shouted. "Her Majesty Queen Luvia 61 Angel 61 Makremiz has arrived!"

The Queen's guards looked at each other suspiciously. None of them knew the queen (which was normal, of course), and even if they had seen her at various public ceremonies, they didn't keep her appearance firmly in their minds. The only thing they know is that the Queen is just a child. However, to say that they immediately denied that this little girl was not the queen, then they could not be sure. In any case, the Markremiz family has been the royal family of this country for hundreds of years, and a great nobleman like Duke Byron may have lost his reverence for the royal family, but for these ordinary soldiers, "offending the queen" is still a big crime. For a moment, they hesitated, not knowing what to do.

"Get out of the way!" Ashruphat took advantage of their hesitation and rushed forward, rushing between several guards.

"Over there, on the right, there's where the commander lives. The little girl pointed to the way—she, as the queen, had been to this place several times, so she had a general idea of the architectural pattern. Although General Paul is dead, the overall layout of this place should not change.

It was dawn, the doors of the largest building in front of him were closed, and it seemed that Farusa, as the commander of the Guards, had not yet risen.

The best way to seize command of the Guards is to break into the door suddenly, kill the man named Farusa while they are unprepared, and then gather the other officers to take control of the army in the name of the Queen. Although Ashrufat and Farusa have never known each other, they have no grudges in the past, no enmity in the near future, and they have not even met each other, but this is indeed the simplest, most convenient and least trouble-free way. As soon as this man died, then the strength of the loyal Byron was immediately leaderless, and it was not a problem.

Ashruphat jumped off the horse with the little girl when he was very close to the house. They took two steps forward, and there was a murky sound behind them. The tall horse that had brought them all the way had fallen to the ground.

To tell the truth, the little girl didn't expect the horse to die like this. Because it was running very fast just now, it kept running at high speed all the way.

"It has drained all its life force. Ashrufat said softly. "Horses are meant to run...... It eventually died of exhaustion due to galloping, and it can be regarded as a well-deserved death...... Let's go. ”

When they came to the door, it was unlocked, and Ashrufat pushed it open. Inside is a good size, neat and comfortable without looking luxurious. There are not many features other than the large living room, and the whole layout is unobstructed - the house is empty.

Oops!!" Ashruphat muttered softly. The target is not ...... The best of the best is no longer possible. There were no guards on duty at the door of the commander's room. He turned his head and looked around. At this time, several people who looked like orderlies came running from the side, and they looked at the dead horses on the ground in amazement, as well as the two uninvited guests.

Ashrufat quickly rushed forward and grabbed the clothes of one of the orderlies with his hands. "Where is General Farusa?" he asked loudly.

"Over there...... Small meeting room ...... Meeting!" The orderly was intimidated by Ashrufat's momentum. As the saying goes, every fool eats this set of bluffs. If this stranger behaves sneaky, perhaps the orderlies will immediately sound the alarm or even summon a patrol force to come. But Ashrufaat behaved so aggressively, so aggressively, that it made him look like a big man - or at least a messenger sent by a big man.

Ashrufat threw away the orderlies and walked quickly in the direction of the conference room. He neither walked too fast nor too slowly, so the orderlies, though suspicious and muttering to each other about the identities of the two men, did not make any other dangerous moves.

"Who's that man?" It wasn't until Ashrufat had gone a little further that their voices pitched up a little. Normal people can't hear them at this distance, but Ashruphat has superhuman hearing, so he can still hear them.

"Probably...... Envoy bar. Someone replied.

"What kind of envoy would take such a little girl with him? Could it be the general's family? Is that a bodyguard?"

"If it was the general's family, then he would definitely not call the general's name so directly just now...... It won't be so domineering. Another said.

"Wait...... The little girl ......," another voice said. "I think I've seen it somewhere...... It sounds familiar......"

Ashrufat didn't pay any more attention to the orderlies. He turned around a house that also served as a residence for senior officers and saw the conference room. The small conference room was actually a small house, and at this moment, two guards on duty were standing in the doorway, indicating that a meeting was going on inside.