The world is crazy.
Perhaps this is the thinking of most people in the hall at this moment.
Prince Eldric's guess is actually correct, not every family is as loyal as the Salt family. Compared with the group of fools in the Salt family whose brains are dominated by useless morality, it is the right thing to do more for your own family—
Alban's mammoth machine is still running, not because they love it so much, but simply because they're part of the big boat. The roots of various ancient families have been deeply rooted. If Alban falls, everyone in the hall will undoubtedly be hit hard to varying degrees.
The late Emperor Sampson was extremely powerful, but for the sake of the rolling gold, the courtiers were willing to suppress some of their thoughts and bow their backs obediently. After Sampson's death, the eldest prince, Etram, tried to emulate his father, but unfortunately he was inferior in talent and spirit.
The young king was weak and had no children for a long time. Many people had already made small plans in private. While responding to Willard's frequent provocations, each family is cautiously gathering its tentacles.
There must be a struggle between a young and powerful prince and a stubborn and weak king.
This is not a fight that ends with death. Even if the king is dead, he can order the regent temporarily to the people of the Salt family. Until a new heir can sit on the throne.
The Salt family is a big family. After the Alastair family will marry the Salt family girl for generations, their interests have long been tied together.
In order to prevent the descendants from following Willard's example and killing their own brothers and sisters, the Alban Royal Family, which attaches great importance to blood, is undoubtedly the last barrier to temporarily hand over the regency. There is no direct line or collateral line, and even some large families have people with thin royal blood.
In the eyes of everyone, this war was undoubtedly a gladiatorial fight between the prince and the king's ghost. Everyone guessed seven or eight points, but everyone knows that history is always rewritten by anyone before it is recorded.
If the evidence is not exposed, there will be no so-called "facts".
Should Gallagher Salt be defeated, the next king will undoubtedly be the prince himself. And if Marshal Gallagher is smart enough to get to the front of the temple and reveal the proof - the prince will be imprisoned and Gallagher will be regent until a new prince appears.
Not surprisingly, he will marry the princess when she is an adult, making sure of this himself.
There is no other possibility.
... that's what they thought originally.
No one had looked at Princess Delia in the corner. She was just a skinny little girl, a prince's marionette. She never said more than three sentences at once, she was quiet and dull, and many people even questioned her intelligence in private.
Silent chess pieces, useful props.
But the stupid princess was standing in front of the throne, slicing the throat of her loved one like a chicken. Sen Han's aura was surging around her. God knew whether she was crazy or possessed by a demon. The chess game was finally coming to an end, and this ignorant little girl directly flipped the board.
The prince's hand holding the sword was trembling, and the face that had been suffocated before began to slowly turn pale.
"You have no right to speak to me like this, Delia." After the initial shock, the Prince's tone was eerily calm. "Kid, rules are rules, and you have to pay for these words. I understand your pain, you just—"
But the little princess didn't stop there. She seemed to be planning to throw all the words she had accumulated over the years at him, like throwing a poisonous blade.
"You really know everything. You say you understand? I've been watching you, uncle. I've been listening to your words, and I haven't missed a single day for eight years."
The little princess turned the knife skillfully between her fingers, and the smile in her voice became stronger and stronger.
"After eating a few bites of unpalatable lunch, I think I understand the pain of dying from starvation. When the flowers in the backyard suddenly wither, I think I understand the despair of losing a loved one. When I practice wielding my sword, my wrist is sore, and I think I understand the man who works all day. Tired. Being scratched by a sharp page, I think I understand the pain of rotting wounds."
"Perhaps you've read countless books and know the cause and effect of these pains. But you don't understand, you can only imagine. No one can understand the pain of others. I think at this point, self-knowledge cold rationality is better than self-righteous compassion Be strong."
"A sixteen-year-old girl. A little clever and a little crazy, what do you know?" The prince sneered and raised the sword in his hand slightly.
"Catch her," he ordered irritably to the guard beside him.
"Unlike you, at least I know very well about 'I will never understand'." The little princess also sneered back, then raised her voice. "it's time!"
The big nobles had already crowded to the other side of the vast hall, making room for the guard team to fight. Facts have proved that this decision is very wise - just after the little princess's voice fell, two figures slowly appeared from the air, and then they held up the guards who rushed forward.
The position of the man in exquisite armor and the plainly dressed female warrior was very obvious. The two separated the little princess from the prince and fought with the guards in a ball, blood and minced flesh flying.
Most of the attacking magic was banned in the royal hall, and only the most primitive killing could have a place at this moment.
The big nobles made a decisive decision, smashed the magic jewelry they carried with them almost at the same time, and decided to exchange freedom of movement for personal safety. The brilliance of various magical shields instantly illuminated the hall.
Prince Eldric didn't do that.
He still held the hilt of the sword firmly in his hand.
"Salter, get him away!" Ann cried. "I can't protect Delia that way."
This time she didn't make a fake voice.
The little princess slowly moved her gaze to Ann's face and narrowed her eyes.
"I'm afraid it will take a while, Your Highness." Gallagher waved a guard away.
Salter. Your Highness.
For a while, everyone focused their attention on the two of them.
Ann did not hesitate, she threw the royal edict again. Without hesitation, Salter took out a golden spar and painted the blood—
Another Alastair family emblem rises. The two emblems spun in the air and then overlapped exactly.
Special spells that can be cast in the royal halls, unique hedrons that can be used in the royal halls.
"If you heard this. Then I must have been killed by Eldric Alastair." The voice of the dead emperor echoed in the hall.
Ann stood in front of the expressionless Delia, and the spear pierced the abdomen of the guard in front of him.
"I have placed a lot of recording props by my side, and they should be enough as proof. The Salt family knows their location. I hereby allow Gallaher Salt to ignore the glory of the royal family and take El Prince Derek is temporarily held in captivity and a public trial is held."
Gallaher's long sword slashed fiercely, directly opening a long and narrow blood opening in the enemy's chest, and the blood stained most of his armor.
The prince sighed deeply.
Confidence, relaxation, and pride all turn into exhaustion and loneliness at the moment. Even the youngest person can see that the person in front of him is only angry and has no remorse.
"You don't understand," he murmured. "A bunch of poor bastards trapped in trivialities, never seeing the real big picture."
"Yeah, I'm too small at heart." An kicked the two guards in front of him, wiped the bloodshot from the corners of his mouth, and spat out words word by word. "Long time no see, dear brother."
"You are Andrea." The prince said flatly, "...According to the current indications, you are indeed Andrea."
Ann could hear Delia's breathing suddenly quickening behind her.
"I climbed out of the grave, but unfortunately I can't take Belle with me," Ann replied.
The hunting spear and the gorgeous saber collided instantly, sparks flying everywhere.
Prince Eldric is very smart, and his swordsmanship is naturally not much worse. An Neng tasted the killing intent from the fierce offensive. The matter has reached the point where the prince has given up on advancing the plan step by step, and obviously intends to give it a shot in a desperate situation.
"Although I'm very dissatisfied with this - but if you stop now, there may be a way to survive," An hissed.
"Unfortunately, for stupid people, complete domination is the right way. Father's teaching is right, women will always do bad things." The prince had no plans to stop.
"His Royal Highness!" The guards were consciously separated, and Salter, who was not far away, was leaning towards this side with one against ten, and sounded a warning.
Ann knew what he was warning himself—it wasn't the time to kill Eldric.
She used the hunting spear to resist the blade, and a trace of sadness suddenly overflowed from the bottom of her heart.
The grim face of the man in front of him and the innocent smiling face of the child slowly overlapped, and the smiling face emerged from the bottom of the rotten memory. Perhaps it was some kind of instruction from God—this would be the last time she had with this blood relative, so she specially sent the first one to her eyes.
[They are so cute! Can I hug them, father?]
[No, that doesn't make sense, Aldric.]
It was the first time they met, and there were only a handful of meetings that followed.
The child of the past and the man of today have a somewhat similar loneliness on their faces. It's a pity that time has passed, and despite countless hatred, anger and indifference, she thinks that they will never have a chance to recover.
The hunting spear pierced the prince's shoulder.
"Stop, this is your last chance, Eldric." Ann's tone was very serious. "Go back now and pay for what you've done - you should know Alban's laws better than I do, and you know you can live."
This time the prince did not respond positively.
Even though Ann had done her best to keep the battle away from Delia, the situation suddenly changed at the moment of her grief. Aldric ignored the wound and stabbed the tip of the sword straight at the little princess' chest.
Delia not only had no fear, but showed a slightly distorted smile.
She raised her dagger, with Catbeard standing on her shoulders, holding her feet high, clearly intending to use the power of the abyss to assist—
But Aldric could not move forward again.
His sword stopped a few centimeters in front of Delia, and the sharp blade of the little princess that went straight to the opponent's throat also stayed in the air.
The hunting spear poked in the prince's back and out of his chest. The angle is terrifying, but it hits the heart.
The gorgeous saber landed first, and the prince's expression was still a little puzzled. Seems to be surprised by the completely unreasonable attack of the enemy.
He opened his mouth, leaving only pain, anger and despair on his face.
As if someone had pressed the pause button, the prince's fall to the ground stopped the sound of the collision of weapons instantly.
Seeing the corpse in front of him fall on the edge of the throne, black and red blood soaked the gorgeous carpet. Delia looked up at Ann in front of her—
She raised her dagger and took a step back. Ann clearly sensed her alertness, and she moved her sprained shoulder from the tricky attack and bit her lower lip.
"His Royal Highness..." Gallagher was silent for a while, then sighed softly. Immediately he cleared his throat.
"Aldric Alastair is dead, but in order to expose his sins, a public trial will be held as scheduled."
The time was just right, and Gallagher's army successfully broke through the defense and rushed into the hall. The great aristocrats who also locked themselves in the protective cover were just waking up from a dream. Like cold water poured into a hot oil pan, the voices of the royal hall exploded for a while.
But Ann was not in the mood to care about this at the moment.
"Delia," she called softly.
She knew the reason for the other person's vigilance, and felt sorry for it from the bottom of her heart. Delia's eyes were slightly red, but there was indeed a trace of undisguised hostility in her strong vigilance.
For Delia, there is no essential difference between herself and Eldric. They were blood relatives to her, but that meant nothing.
"..." Delia didn't let go of the blade in her hand, "Why?"
Her voice was a little hoarse: "Why not let me kill him with my own hands? I don't understand, you... You are Andrea, I have heard of you. If I kill him, it will be better for your succession. You The relationship with your mother has been broken for more than 20 years, and it stands to reason that you—"
"Because you're only fucking sixteen!"
Ann growled loudly, the intense emotion making the tip of her nose red.
"What kind of shit doesn't make sense—you're just a sixteen-year-old, and the idea in your head shouldn't be how to kill! What am I, beast, for me to stand here and watch you do it?"
Delia's calm mask began to crack, and her lower lip trembled slightly: "As a qualified royal member. Sooner or later I..."
"fart!"
Ann threw the hunting spear and reached out to grab Delia's hand. The latter waved the short knife conditioned reflexively, but when the blade cut through the flesh and the warm blood flowed out, the little princess couldn't continue.
And An Huo seemed not to feel the pain.
"This is what it feels like to hurt someone with your own hands, remember that." The female warrior sniffled, and firmly but not stubbornly pulled Delia to the center of the hall, beside Salter.
At this moment, the big nobles are trying to get close to Salter in the limited activity space, trying to perform well in front of the "Prince Regent" that they have freshly baked in their minds.
"You should have your wedding with Her Royal Highness Andrea as soon as possible, and then..."
"About Willard's war, are you going to..."
"you… "
Ignoring the chaotic voice, Ann patted Marshal Gallagher's armor impatiently. "Hey Salter, I gotta take Delia to a—"
She also couldn't finish.
Gallagher Salt did not take up the scepter as they thought, followed the king's orders, and began to put this mess in order—
He pierced the long sword neatly into the floor in front of him, and respectfully knelt down halfway, bowing his head to the simple female warrior.
"Time is limited, so I'll keep it short," he said, taking off his helmet, revealing his long, sweaty hair tied behind his head.
"I hereby offer my allegiance to my king, and I will guard you until the end of my life. I will be your sword, your shield, and I will speak out and never lie. From this moment on, all my glory and my life are to you."
Then he lowered the volume. "Your Highness, sword."
Time is indeed limited, and countless pairs of eyes are staring at them. Now every second of delay and every minute of leaked emotions may have variables. Ann didn't ask any questions, she simply drew out her sword and lightly touched the shoulder of Marshal III.
"Are you really going to kiss my boots?" She lowered her voice, too. "You saw what they stepped on."
The marshal stood up resolutely and pulled Ann's relatively clean hand.
"I didn't have time to wipe my hands after the sewer came out, Mr. Wild Dog." Ann continued to whisper.
After gently kissing the back of the opponent's hand, Marshal Gallagher was pale.
Ann forced a smile and bumped his armour with his elbow.
"Thanks," she said.
"Next is my order." The female warrior raised her head slightly.
"To everyone's disappointment, I have no plans to marry this guy. We don't like each other."
Gallagher turned his head slightly.
"I won't have any descendants either."
The nobles who were still in shock and confusion just now exploded the pot again.
"Alban's next heir has been decided." She took Delia's hand again. "I will temporarily take over the throne until Delia Alastair is mature enough to take over the country."
"As an elder?" The little princess asked softly in a voice that An Cai could hear.
"No, as an ally." Ann squeezed her hand. "It's alright, Delia."
The little princess was silent.
"It's alright," Ann repeated.
Finally, she heard crying. Alban's next emperor, still young, opened his arms, buried his face in Ann's chest, and began to sob in a low voice.
And after more than ten seconds, she began to cry like a real child.
An embraced the other's weak shoulders, placed her chin on the top of the little princess' head, and patted Delia's trembling back soothingly. Cat's Beard crawled up her hand, shaking her front feet under Ann's nose vigorously, pointing desperately at herself.
"Nemo and their connection?" Ann sniffed again, ignoring her sore eyes. "Okay, no problem now... Hey, listen, Captain."
She whispered to the little spider.
"I seem to have become a king by accident."