Prince Aldric hardly ever dreamed.
The prince's bed will only have soft pillows, just the right amount of incense, and the warm body of his lover, and there will be no fragments of dreams. His day ends when he closes his eyes and begins when he opens them. All that remains is a dark void.
He used to dream, and before he could see the world clearly, he would still dream like an ordinary person. It's a pity that when Eldric's head really wakes up, he suddenly realizes that he has everything, and he has lost the ability to dream.
To be fair, Prince Aldric had the "best" childhood a human being could have.
In the world of Aldric Alastair there is no such thing as asking for nothing. He wouldn't be stupid enough to ask for the moon in the sky. As for other things, as long as he opened his mouth, he would always get it.
As long as he works hard, he can always "succeed".
All have unparalleled patience, gentleness and love. It's like petting a precious cat that will never step out of the room. Enjoying the best education, the most meticulous care, his world is full of love and order.
Over time, however, Eldric began to feel nothing. Whether he was serious or vexatious, the smiles on people's faces were always the same. He seemed to be conversing with a deep well, and the scenery in front of him never changed, whether a bouquet or a knife was thrown.
Sad and helpless, but he wouldn't mind, just as he wouldn't mind the indifference of his brother and sister—
Because Aldric Alastair was a pure human being, happy and undistorted. All right and wrong were firmly imprinted in his mind. He knew that he "reasonably" could not inherit the throne, that this luxurious life was his father's favor and compensation, and he knew everything.
Eldric has never been confused, he just needs to follow his own thoughts. The most fertile soil always produces the most luxuriant plants, and all along, his judgment has never been wrong.
It should be.
However, today, he did wake up from a nightmare - the crumpled battle reports were still scattered on the floor, and the prince took a full ten minutes to realize that he had a nightmare.
Maybe he's still having nightmares.
His arrangements were clever and methodical, and Gallagher's army should have been wiped out. The "emperor" who cooperates with the devil will lose popular support, he will take the lead in beheading the rebel generals, and at the same time take good care of the elder brother whose "brain is starting to go wrong", and ascend to the throne logically.
Both the father and the elder brother are too obsessed with their own desires. They always lose sight of the bigger picture and get lost in an unnecessary sense of victory. He is not the same, perfect he does not need extra material to prove anything, he will bring real prosperity to Alban.
But instead of being destroyed, the army of the Wild Dogs is getting closer and closer to the capital. Marshal Gallagher elected a fake heir before he even used the Bone Jade Bomb, making it impossible for him to come out with integrity.
This should not be the case, and there should be no errors or omissions in your own calculations.
Eldric glanced at the unlit sky outside the window, took a deep breath, and called a servant to help him change his clothes. It was still early, and he was in a very bad mood. Often at this time, he has a fixed good place—
His niece, the sweet Delia, was always up early. Today was no exception. When he entered the parlour, Delia was neatly dressed and sat quietly in the armchair.
The eyes of the young princess were tightly covered with blindfolds, and the beautiful pearl hair ornaments were set in the long smooth hair, as beautiful as a doll. The dead emperor was placed on the couch not far away. Although his body was already rigid, the spells ensured that his body would not rot, let alone emit a strange smell.
Ignoring his brother's corpse, the prince glanced at the hair ornament on the little princess' head - a bit familiar, it might have belonged to her mother Annabelle.
"Delia," he called softly.
"Uncle," his dull niece responded in a submissive voice, "you sound like you're in a bad mood."
The comfort of a loved one always makes him feel a little better.
"Because there are too many people in this world who can't see reality clearly." The prince sighed and found an armchair for himself, knocking on the arm of the armchair. "All those useless bastards have failed, and an army of tens of thousands of people has been defeated by four people? Make up the story more like a story - I should have known that my dear brother has been sick for too long, and the people below have given birth to this and that. mind."
"Yes." Delia continued to echo, her voice soft and calm.
"Older brother insists on dying in that chair even though he is so weak and has no descendants to succeed him. It will only hurt Alban - people say I want the throne, but you know, Delia, I don't want it at all."
The prince continued emotionally: "This is just what I was destined to do. Waiting for the big brother's recovery will be a long process. The longer it drags on, the more variables the nobles below will change, and Alban can't continue to decay like this."
Delia sat quietly, pursed her lips and smiled.
"If only everyone were as sensible as our Delia."
The Prince sighed loudly: "They're too stupid to get their heads around. Did you know that, Delly? Willard's king will execute all his brothers and sisters of his generation when he takes the throne. In Alban, There's a censure for doing that - actually, it saves a lot of trouble. Willard is getting stronger, and what about me? I even gave them a chance to obey."
In the vision that the cat mustache gave the little princess, the prince glanced at the emperor's corpse melancholy.
"Stupid and stubborn," he added.
"Including my mother?" Delia asked softly.
"No, Annabelle is very obedient. But like I said, her death was necessary. She was very unhappy, and it was better for her to be dead than to be used in life-" Ai Prince Derek said in a natural tone, "It's better to die than to live, do you think so too? She also accepted this and did not resist."
"Yeah." Delia replied briefly.
"I've sacrificed my loved ones to try to keep this country strong. Why is it so bad? It's as if God was against me."
There was a hint of sadness in the prince's tone.
"Has there been changes in Alban under Big Brother's governance? Only positive change and war can bring new breakthroughs to Alban. Why don't they just understand? Did I do something wrong?"
"You're right." Delia's voice was cold and crisp, like thin ice floating in a water glass in winter. "You just lost."
"You are right, my dear little girl." The prince's voice relaxed a little. "It was just a failure. Since I am on the right path, I will always succeed."
"Yes, uncle. You can talk to me, and I'm willing to share it for you."
The little princess twisted her lips again, and an odd smile hung on the corners of her lips. The cat's beard was crawling slowly between the beautiful and intricate hair accessories, delivering the message word for word.
"There's no right or wrong," she repeated, just as she had guessed, the ego-obsessed prince ignoring the nuances of her phrasing. "… it's just that you lost."
Even if her mother was still alive, she would never give her such a simple question again. To this day, her uncle is still wrestling with these pointless questions—her grandfather, Alban's first emperor, has not made a mistake of judgment. Aldric Alastair did not have the qualifications to become a king.
Not at all.
On the other side of the battlefield, it was more lively.
Bagelmore snorted and spat the hair from his mouth to the ground. Now its feathers are thick and beautiful, with a healthy sheen. The man in front of it collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and the top of his head was almost bald by the grey parrot.
"This is the first number?" Anchong frowned, "my dear brother is really impatient."
Saying that, she easily picked up the unconscious assassin and dragged him out of the camp neatly.
Marshal Gallagher closed his eyes and covered his face with his pair.
Since the battle report from the front line came back, he began to enter a strange state of emptying. If it weren't for the genuine emblem on Ann Savage's left arm, he would even believe it was a huge prank, or a bad joke. This was supposed to be a bloody and brutal war, and it was about the fate and future of this country—
But seeing that they were about to hit the capital, the long-established marshal had no sense of authenticity at all.
Since the two armies left with two Tumbleweed members each, his reinforcements had been completely useless. According to the battle reports on both sides, the former knight commander's partner Jesse Dillon would use the "great curse of bad luck", and the superior demon and his lover were so strong that they had no boundaries, and officially turned the battlefield route into teaching training. journey of.
The strength is too disparate. Nemo Wright's toughness may have inspired a little desperate struggle on the opposite side, but after another army was kicked in the head by a large group of migrating wild goats in front of Jesse Dylan, their enemy Don't even want to take it seriously anymore.
The emperor's life cannot be violated, but it is still obvious whether the enemy's attitude is positive or not.
The situation of the "Emperor" is getting more and more wrong, and many of the nobles who have received the news have fallen to Gallaher's side, who holds the evidence of the royal will. And for the first time in his life, the marshal found himself a little overstrength.
The marshal took out the perfume bottle irritably, stared at it for a few seconds, then glanced and tilted his head at his grey parrot. After a few sighs, Gallagher put it back in his pocket again in a huff.
Ironically, Gallagher himself didn't even set foot on the battlefield himself, let alone protect the princess. After these days, he firmly believed that he needed to protect his mental health from the princess.
"There are not many tough battles left." After throwing the poor assassin into the cage, An returned to the tent carelessly.
"Yes, it's almost over." The marshal sniffed his sleeve unhappily, "This is the end, anyone with a little wink should know what's going on. If I'm not mistaken, the people who support the prince will gather at that time. In the capital, while those who support us—"
"You don't have to guess," An Huang pointed, "Delia gave me the news."
"Oh." The marshal responded numbly, "It's time for you to recall your companions. If they can show their strength in the capital, you can win the throne all the way."
"No." Ann shrugged.
Marshal Gallagher narrowed his eyes.
"I don't want to end with fear. Fear is temporary, it doesn't last."
"In war, deterrence is always the most effective." The marshal's voice rose. "Do you think that giving a moving speech can offset Eldric's dying struggle?"
"Who's going to speak? Well, I'll put it another way. I don't want to end with a fear of the inhuman."
"Even I have to admit that after they moved, there were almost no casualties in this war. If you didn't rely on their strength, my soldiers would die for your willfulness."
"You haven't been on the battlefield so far," An said.
"Yes."
"I do not have either."
"Yes."
"Then why do you think that it can't be me who deter them?"