"Amperexel—?"
The girl sitting on the bench looked at her close friend in surprise-the long silver hair fell loosely on the princess dress, her body was slender like a doll, and her light silver eyes were filled with calmness and calmness. The calm half-elf princess. However, this seemingly weak girl is known in the aristocratic circle for her strong character.
The emerald-encrusted silver dagger she wears with her looks like a noble lady's makeup knife for self-defense and self-decision, but Magdal has no doubt that she can easily subdue an adult man with that sword-of course, this The argument is still less appropriate. The swordsmanship of this princess is well-known among the royal family. Waiting is an official kingdom knight and is not her opponent.
The girl pressed her hands on her knees, she couldn't help feeling a little envious in her heart. She is also a princess, from the Principality of Manticore, and Griffiy have known each other since childhood, and they have always been close friends of her confidant. But she envied the other party's ability to naturally show her external strength, and even the details between every subtle movement showed the princess's extremely autonomous temperament. In contrast, she herself grew up learning the strict aristocratic etiquette. Although she is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, outsiders have always regarded her as a gentle, quiet and elegant daughter.
It can even be said to be a model for most noble daughters of Warend—
But Magdal herself didn’t like this kind of praise. She wanted to pursue the life she wanted freely—but she herself didn’t know what the life she wanted was like, not to mention the serious character made her I have to take my own destiny. The Manticore Principality is just a tiny country in the north of Eruin. For a girl like her, the future destiny is a weaving thread that has been destined.
"Why did you suddenly let me go to Amperexel, Griffith, because of the war?"
The half-elf princess nodded.
Suddenly the sound of a mountain whistling and a tsunami erupted outside the terrace, and the knights were competing in the square outside. However, the voice quickly subsided, and it did not affect the conversation between the two in the house.
"Is the situation so tense?" Magdal asked in a low voice.
"What do you mean, Tini, my brother moves faster than I thought. The dukes have formed a coalition. Although the old fox Anlek still has some hesitation, I think he will make a decision soon. "The silver-haired girl stated in a hurry, as if she was talking about something unrelated to her.
"Perhaps there is a turning point, Griffin." Magdal couldn't help but said.
"It's not that simple, Dini. Anlek has always been ambitious. He wants to be justified, either standing with my dear brother or standing with us," the half-elf princess paused and said quietly: "I don't mind the marriage, but I am worried that this will harm Haruze."
So the girl sitting opposite her stopped talking, but looked at her calmly. Both of them are close friends, knowing that each other will not be embarrassed by this difficulty.
Because if so, she would not be the princess of Eruin.
"Actually, my main concern is to make Earl Dernell," the silver-haired girl lowered her voice. "If Duke Anleck is a dark cloud in the northern sky, it will bring storms at any time-but as long as the wind is in the right direction, he will It is not necessarily our enemy, but can also become an ally. But I suspect that the Lord Earl behind him may show us a dagger behind him at any time."
A gleam of interest flashed in Magdal's brown eyes, and she suddenly said, "I just heard something, Griffin, you might be interested."
"Go ahead, Dini."
The princess of the Manticore Principality slightly pulled her body closer: "I have a friend who just sent me a magic letter from Jean Dernell. He said in the letter that Earl Dernell seemed to be in trouble. Some rebellions have taken place in his territory, and I think he may not have time to care about things outside his territory for the time being."
"Are you a friend of the temple?" the half-elf princess asked seriously.
Magdal nodded slightly.
The silver-haired girl looked at this close friend of her boudoir seriously. Even though she did not have the blood of the elves, the beauty of the other party was as good as her own—but it was completely different. The long soft blonde hair seemed to be in soft light anytime, anywhere. A layer of sacred radiance was plated underneath, which set off her quiet and feminine face.
It is not unreasonable for this girl to be called the frowning angel, although such beauty is extremely rare among human beings. Griffiy couldn't help but think of an ancient queen of human empires in the fairy tale.
It's just that the queen's fate was really miserable in the end, which made her frown insignificantly, shaking her head and throwing this idea out of her mind.
In addition, Magdal herself is an extremely devout believer. She is very close to the Temple of Flame, and at the same time maintains very good personal friendships with many priests in the temple. Even because of this extremely harmonious relationship with the temple, she was dubbed as a nun princess by many nobles.
The great priests of the temple have publicly praised the girl's devotion to faith, and it is for this reason that the nun princess has not been harassed too much because of her beauty.
Because the facts are often like this, between kingship and theocracy, the former makes people yearn, while the latter is more respected.
"Tini, do you remember a joke we heard when we were learning about the etiquette between the royal family?" The half-elf princess suddenly asked: "—In Eruin, no lord would not deal with a rebellion or two. Otherwise he is not the real lord."
Magdal smiled slightly, mostly through Griffin's words, thinking of the carefree days of the past.
"It's almost the same everywhere, Griffin."
"Yes," the silver-haired girl nodded: "So don't expect what will happen to others. I hope Earl Dernell will be in a hurry for a while, but what we should do is still to do."
"Then what can I do, Griffin?"
"I hope you can use your relationship with the temple to persuade the merchants of Amperthel to refuse the coalition's request to go south." The half-elf princess replied, "Tini, Freeport is sheltered by the temple. They have this ability, but I am worried that those businessmen will be tempted by profit—"
"I know the presiding priest in Ampersel, I can give it a try." Magdal thought a little and asked, "But when should I leave, Griffin?"
"Don't worry," Griffin said, "As soon as you get out of me, I guess the dukes will get news right away. This is very dangerous, Dini, you have to think about it. Although you are my good friend , But I don’t want you to have any trouble—"
"Because of this, I want to help you, Griffin."
"Thank you," the silver-haired girl glanced in the direction of the terrace-the sound of the mountain whistling and tsunami rang again. This shows that a certain game has decided the winner-her silver eyes flashed: "Let me help you choose a few people, they can walk with you to complete this task, protect your safety, Tini -"
"Then of course I want Sister Nimesis," Magdal showed a rare cunning face, and she only showed such an unknown side in front of Griffin: "With her together, there is also someone You can chat with me to relieve boredom."
The princess smiled slightly: "You are not at all polite, and you are going to leave my best knight. But if this is the case, I can only reluctantly give up-but you have to take care of sister Nimesis, she is temperamental. It's worse than me."
"Nature." Magdal blinked.
To say so, in fact the three of them are close friends who have known each other since childhood. What kind of character each other knows best about each other, although Nimesis is born with a cold temperament, she is not a person who loses her temper casually to others.
At this time, there was a tsunami-like cheer from outside the terrace again, overwhelming all the sounds in the house. This time was different from the previous few times. The prolonged vocals made the two people who are familiar with all of this understand-this shows that the final stage of the Cavaliers game is about to come.
The half-elf princess was distracted by the sound, she raised her head, her light silver eyes gleaming. However, it took a while before he spoke: "Let's go, let's see which outstanding young people can be lucky enough to travel with Dini—"
Magdal smiled and nodded.
…
The second round of competition is about to begin—
Freya's hands were full of sweat, and her heart was pounding. If the spectators outside could take a closer look at the face of this girl from the Buche countryside, they would have noticed the reddish red like a ripe apple—she was panting violently, sweat running down her pointed chin Slipping down, the military uniform behind it had already been soaked-consecutive battles have made the future Valkyrie feel a little physically exhausted.
She defeated many opponents all the way through the pass, and has attracted the attention of many people. As a new member of this class of young students, this kind of performance can be said to be excellent. But Freya knew that such a person was not the only one like her. On another venue, Bresson and the other three students also became the most dazzling existence among the young students in this period.
She wiped the sweat from her chin with her hand. In comparison, she could indeed be regarded as the least outstanding of these people.
In the last match, Bresson defeated his enemy with only three moves-a member of the reserve knights who was one level higher than him. When Freya saw that scene, she realized that this young man who seemed a little impulsive and immature in the past has become more calm and mature now, and the swordsmanship in her hands has also improved to this point.
Freya can almost imagine the kind of amazing talent shining on Bresson's sword. The other party has found his own position, and this is his best stage.
In comparison, she herself was a little confused.