The world is crazy.

Maybe this is what most people in the hall think at this moment.

Prince Eldric's guess was correct, not every family was 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 ship. 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 successor Prince Etram tried to imitate his father, but unfortunately his talent and spirit were inferior.

The young king was weak and had no heirs 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.

The young prince and the stubborn and weak king will have a fight.

This is not a battle 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, and the Alastair family will marry a girl from the Salt family for generations, and their interests have long been tied together.

In order to prevent the descendants from imitating Willard 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 is 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".

If Gallagher Salt loses, 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 publish the leak-proof evidence - the prince will be imprisoned and Gallagher will be regent until a new prince appears.

No accident, he will marry the princess when she is an adult, and personally ensure this.

No other possibility.

…They thought so.

No one 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 pieces, useful props.

But the dull princess was standing in front of the throne, slicing the throat of the dead body 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 hand of the prince holding the sword was shaking, and the face that had been suffocated before began to slowly turn pale.

"You have no right to speak to me like that, 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 plan to throw all the sentences she had accumulated over the years at him, like throwing a poisonous blade.

"I'm here, 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 sorrow of dying from starvation. The flowers in the backyard suddenly wither, and I think I understand the despair of losing a loved one. Practice sword swinging, sore wrists I think I understand the exhaustion of working all day. When I get 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 this pain. But you don't understand, you can only imagine. No one can understand the pain of others. Knowing that hard reason is better than self-righteous compassion."

"A sixteen-year-old girl. It's just 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 great nobles have already crowded to the other side of the vast hall to make 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 is 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 attacking magic is banned in the Royal Hall, and only the most primitive killings can 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 did not.

He still holds the hilt firmly in his hand.

"Salter, keep him away!" Ann cried, "that way I can't protect Delia."

This time she didn't have 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 time everyone focused 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 Hall, unique spar that can be used in the Royal Hall.

"If you heard this. Then I must have been killed by Eldric Alastair." The voice of the dead emperor echoed in the hall.

An stood in front of the expressionless Delia, and the spear pierced the abdomen of the guard in front of him.

"I have a number of recording props beside me, and they should be sufficient as proof. The Salt family knows their location. With my permission, Gallagher Salt may Disregarding the honor of the royal family, Prince Eldric is temporarily imprisoned 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.

Confidence, relaxation and pride are now exhausted and lonely. 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 **** trapped in trivial things, never seeing the real big picture."

"Yeah, I'm very small." An kicked the two guards in front of him, wiped the bloodshot from the corners of his mouth, and spit out words word by word. "Long time no see, dear brother."

"You are Andrea." The prince said evenly, "...According to the current indications, you are indeed Andrea."

Ann could hear Delia's breathing suddenly short behind her.

"I climbed out of the grave, but unfortunately I can't bring Belle with me." Ann replied.

The hunting spear collided with the gorgeous saber instantly, sparks flying.

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." Ann hissed.

"Unfortunately, for stupid people, complete **** is the right way. My father's teaching is right, women will always do bad things." The prince had no intention of stopping.

"His Royal Highness!" The guards consciously separated, and not far away, Salter, who was fighting against ten, leaned here and sounded a warning.

Ann knew what he was warning himself about - this was not the time to kill Aldric.

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 childish smiling face 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 at the time and the man now have a subtly 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 it, this is your last chance, Eldric." Ann's tone was 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 divert the battle away from Delia, at the moment of her grief, the situation suddenly changed. 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, and Catbeard stood on her shoulders, holding her feet high, clearly intending to use the power of the abyss to assist—

But Aldric couldn't move forward again.

His sword stopped a few centimeters in front of Delia, and the little princess's sharp blade that went straight to the opponent's throat also stayed in the air.

The hunting spear poked in from behind 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 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 fell to the ground and the sound of the collision of the weapons ceased instantly.

Seeing the corpse in front of her fall on the edge of the throne, black and red blood smeared 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.

"Your Highness..." Gallagher was silent for a while, then let out a soft sigh. Immediately he cleared his throat.

"Aldric Alastair is dead, but a public trial will be held to expose his sins."

The time was just right, 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 is not in the mood to care about this at the moment.

"Delia," she called softly.

She knew the reason for his 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're Andrea, I've heard of you. If I kill him, yes Your succession is more favorable. You've been out of touch with your mother for over twenty years, and it stands to reason that you—"

"Because you're only **** sixteen!"

Ann growled loudly, the intense emotion making the tip of her nose red.

"What the **** is not reasonable - you're just a sixteen year old kid and the idea in your head shouldn't be how to kill! For me to stand here and watch you do it, what am I, beast ?"

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 Ann couldn't feel the pain.

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 "Regent" that they have just released.

"You should marry Her Royal Highness Andrea at an early date and then..."

"Regarding Willard's War, you intend to..."

"You..."

Ignoring the chaotic voice, Ann patted Marshal Gallagher's armor impatiently. "Hey Salter, I gotta take Delia to a—"

She also didn't finish.

Gallagher Salter did not take up the scepter as they thought, followed the king's order, 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 and lowered 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 give my allegiance to my king, and I will guard you until the end of your life. I will be your sword and your shield, speaking and admonishing, never lying. From now on From now on, all my honor and life belong 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 moment of leaked emotions may produce 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 also lowered her voice, "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.

Gently kissed the back of each other's hand, Marshal Gallagher was pale.

Ann smiled reluctantly 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 have no such thing as descendants."

The aristocrats who were in shock and confusion just now exploded again.

"Alban's next heir has been decided." She took Delia's hand again, "I will take the throne temporarily until Delia Alastair matures. 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 all right, Delia."

The little princess was silent.

"It's all right." 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 softly.

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. The cat's whisker climbed up her hand, shaking her front feet under Ann's nose vigorously, pointing desperately at herself.

"Nimo and the others?" 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 king by accident."