In the hall, a forty-seven-level staircase connects the terrace and the hall, and the scarlet carpet is laid up and down. The portrait of the gloomy Edward, the seventeenth high priest of the Temple of the Dead Moon, hangs above the aisle. The image is thin, holding a stick in one hand.
Brando and Freya are alone on the terrace and the other in the hall, looking across the length of the stairs, touching each other.
Freya took a deep breath. She seemed to have a dream. This dream started from Boucher, to Ridenburg, to Braggs, to the Royal Knights Academy, to Amperexel, to Jean Denner, to On the battlefield of Manowell, and here again, the scene in the dream changes until this moment: "Brando, am I dreaming? I stand here, this is the capital of Madara, you really do Are you here? As you promised us, Buche has returned to Eruin, the village has been rebuilt, and everyone has returned to their homeland. We followed the road where we fled that day and returned to the embrace of the mountains of Yusong. That about Madara’s nightmare, really—is it over?"
Brando looked down at the girl who had tied her long beige hair into bunches behind her head. Her long ponytail was cut short by her after the Battle of Ampersel, leaving only the shoulder-length part. The long hair that had been cut off carries the sorrow for the comrades-in-arms, and was placed on the snow-white tomb in the holy city, together with the withering Eruin lily.
Freya's eyes are brighter than that time, more confident, more determined, like shimmering brown gems, and a pair of heroic eyebrows, raised high, without confusion, weakness and hesitation, without him. The most memorable deep tired color.
She is wearing a tailored knight uniform, a dark blue jacket, and snow-white breeches. She wears a black pine medal and a candlelight medal on her chest. A eagle tail fluff hangs from her shoulders, which is to commemorate the battle of Ampersel. Glory, a symbol of veterans of the White Lions.
Eruin’s Valkyrie stood upright. Although she was in the dust, her swords, belts, armor, and accessories were all brand new and tidy. Only the boots were stained with a little dust. That was the ashes of the city. When she dismounted, she inevitably crossed several streets that were reduced to ashes.
After two years of war and experience, the ignorant and ignorant country girl, as if searching for that footprint in history, grew up. At this moment, two unrelated figures gradually overlapped and merged into one. .
"You are not dreaming, Freya, the war is over. Although it was a little bit beyond my expectations, those who deserve to be punished have all gone to hell. From now on, between Eruin and the undead The war has been a thing of the past."
Brando sighed and replied.
For this answer, Eruin paid too much, and he also paid too much. Although compared with the bloody feud in the previous life, this ending is a bit unexpected. He also dreamed that he would one day identify with himself. The enemies of life and death sit together and discuss the tomorrow and future of the kingdom and this world.
But sometimes, fate is so bizarre.
"But how can it become the past?" Freya replied with a somewhat unacceptable moment, she clasped her long sword tightly: "So many people have died, what we got is just a treaty, Ma Dara should pay for this!"
While in Eruin, the noble parliamentarians controlled by the royal party questioned the princess and the parliament in the same way. There, she and her Royal Highness stood firmly on Brando's side, safeguarding his honor and authority. But here, as the most ordinary Eruin, Freya couldn't help but ask this question.
That is the hatred rooted for hundreds of years, buried in the hearts of everyone who has been deeply hurt by it. At this moment, she is not the Valkyrie of Eruin, the knight of the princess, or the White Lion Guard. The commander was just the girl who had escaped from Buche. That night Buche's blazing flames, and the relatives buried in the sea of flames, seemed to stand behind Freya.
"Then what do you want?" Brando seemed to be able to feel the sadness in Freya's heart, and said: "Freya, if it is your wish, I will meet all your requirements, even if it destroys two One country, one world—not to bother at all costs!"
Standing behind Brando, Delphine was about to say something, but when she heard these words, her face changed in fright. She seemed to know Brando for the first time, her eyes traversing between the two.
Andrea turned her gaze on Freya with interest. The first time she saw Freya, she knew that this was exactly the person she was looking for. The guard of the goddess of war was missing the most in the world. An important bloodline.
Freya opened her mouth.
What does she want? war? revenge? At all costs, even if we die together, should Madara pay for it? This is a century of hatred, must be washed away with blood and fire
Freya looked at Brando's eyes. She thought Brando was alerting her, but she realized from the other's unwavering eyes that Brando was serious.
As long as she proposes, then he will start a war for her. From then on, Madara and Eluin will never die.
Why
Freya trembled deeply, and she suddenly remembered many things. The three walked side by side in the darkness, defeating the golden magic tree together, and squeezing a way out of desperation.
"Do you remember the appointment I made to you and Roman in Bragg, Freya?"
"I... I remember."
There was a sudden pain in Brando's heart. Of the three Ridenbergs fighting side by side, one of them is no longer by their side. "So you understand, Freya," he shook his head and sighed: "I promised you and Roman, I will realize your wishes, no matter how difficult the road ahead, no matter how much time has passed, this The promises are still valid."
Freya was hot in her heart. She saw Brando's look sad, and her nose couldn't help but a sore. She had already learned about everything that happened in Rusita from Antitina and Charles: "It's not that much. , We will definitely rescue Roman, won't we?"
"Of course." Brando nodded, for this, he was equally convinced.
"That's enough, Brando, I don’t have any other demands, I just don’t want to... I’m not reconciled, after all, we’ve suffered so many disasters, aren’t we, we’re not willing to cause all these tragedies to be the culprit who can shirk lightly. Responsibility..." Freya whispered: "I understand that Eruin has gained a lot from this victory, but compared to what we have suffered, for the black rose of Bromanto, the undead Did you really remember the lesson?"
She raised her head and said loudly: "I just... I just don't want us to be tolerant. It can be a reason to indulge them in doing evil!"
"Then what do you want, little girl?"
A voice suddenly said in the darkness.
Everyone in the hall looked up in horror.
Freya didn't realize who was talking to herself, she just replied subconsciously: "If I can, I really want to see the Queen."
"You will see her," the voice said.
"Who is talking sneakily there?" Freya finally reacted, frowning and asking toward the darkness in that direction.
"I'm not sneaky. There is no need to be sneaky in this piece of land." The voice replied proudly, and walked out of the darkness as he said, "Because of my name, I The power of this land, I am its supreme master."
Queen Madara wore a black evening gown, followed by two black knights, pacing out of the shadows, looking proudly at everyone present.
"Who are you?" Freya had guessed the identity of the other person from a human tone, but still couldn't help but ask.
"As you can see, I am the person you want to meet." Queen Madara replied very coldly: "Now I am right in front of you, Eruin's envoy, girl, what do you want to ask? ?"
Freya drew out her saber with a bang, and pointed her sword at Queen Madara. The two black knights were shocked and subconsciously drew their swords to rush up, but Queen Madara reached out to stop them, still exuding a faintness. The cold light lionheart holy sword pointed at his snow-white neck.
She raised her head and looked at Brando on the terrace, but Brando didn't change his face for this scene. He put one hand on the hilt of the holy sword Odyssey, only cold. Yan looked at the black knight behind her. Queen Madara believed that as long as the two black knights from the Nosad family behind her dared to draw their swords, they would be wiped out in the next moment.
Queen Madara seemed to ignore the sharpness of the blade and looked directly at Freya: "What do you want, little girl?"
Freya didn't say a word, but suddenly withdrew the Lionheart Sacred Sword, and then returned it to its sheath.
Queen Madara seemed to understand something, she snorted coldly: "So, it seems that you mean I am the culprit of all this?"
"Your Majesty!" the two black knights shouted in unison.
But Queen Madara only waved at them. She raised her head and said to Freya: "Yes, I am the initiator of the Black Rose War. But Buche's bloody vengeance should be counted on me, and I will not confess for it."
Freya looked at the Supreme Being coldly.
Queen Madara looked at her with no fear: "I welcome you to put the sword in my chest at any time, if you can do it-and of course you, Mr. Earl, too!" she said. She was so arrogant that she was still on her throne, and her tone seemed to be full of contempt for death.
Queen Madara is clearly standing in the hall, but she seems to be looking condescendingly at everyone present, even Brando standing on the high terrace: "But this war, I need you Stand with me, Madara, Eruin, and the four great temples. I need you to help me persuade the descendants of the four sages."
"I will kill you." Freya's eyes showed hatred: "You will pay for everything you do."
"But Eruin and Madara will stand together," Brando said softly, as if to explain an established fact. His voice echoed in the hall like a ghost's chattering: "We will do our best. Go and lobby the four temples to deal with this war that belongs to the entire Vaughan."
Freya turned around and nodded silently.
The queen chuckled lightly. She also turned her back to everyone, waved her hand, did not say a word, and only walked out of the hall with the two black knights.
In the darkness, there was only the sound of empty footsteps for a while.