Delia was weeping mournfully, while her mother's sister, Andrea, who had risen from the dead, patted her on the back and whispered, at first glance as if she were Comfort the young princess.

But as soon as she whispered a few words, her freshly baked knight pressed her shoulder, then shook his head.

"What did you mean by that, Salter?"

After the army took control of the scene and the three left the dense crowd, Ann asked a little wearily.

She habitually wanted to explain the meeting place to Oliver and the others, but was quickly stopped by Marshal Gallagher.

As a mature warrior, Ann undoubtedly gave her a considerable degree of trust to her new comrade-in-arms. She greeted Oliver briefly, knowingly, and stopped the communication.

"You'd better not meet the tumbleweeds for a while." Marshal Gallagher sternly said.

"Reason."

"This thing is a demon, and its aura and magic fluctuations are not strong." Gallagher pointed to the cat's whisker who crawled back to the little princess' hair ornament and was happily circling. "But Mr. Wright himself is too powerful, and his spells are likely to leave traces of abyssal magic that can be traced back."

"I understand your concerns." Ann frowned and thought for a while. "But I think Nemo he should have a way—"

"Mr. Salter's concerns are right." Delia sniffled, her voice so low that she could not hear.

Ann immediately stopped her voice and looked down at the little princess whose eyes were red and swollen.

In the past ten minutes, Delia has undoubtedly vented all her grievances and pains over the years. Now she is back to calm again - the little princess's physical choking has not stopped, and the tears seem to dilute the cold darkness a little.

"You can't tell who the people here are loyal to. If you don't avoid it, the information will be leaked, and if you avoid it completely, it will look suspicious. When you really sit on the throne, people related to the abyss It's okay to get in and out - as long as you're low-key enough and you can justify it."

Delia is not very tall, and with the unnecessary high heels, she can barely reach 1.6 meters. An thought for a moment, motioned Delia to sit at the table, and sat down on the opposite side. She slumped down slightly, put her arms on the table, and looked at the little princess.

"Tell me what you think, Delia."

" Just now, the Marshal made a statement in front of everyone, announcing that he did not intend to 'cooperate' with other families with royal blood, thereby breaking their 'cooperation with the Salt family and removing the queen But even so, when some people react, they will definitely not give up the idea of ​​losing the inheritance rights to you and me. It is not impossible to assassinate, after all, Alban never welcomes the queen."

An twitched the corners of his mouth: "I know."

"So...well...before the trial is over and you're officially on the throne, there will always be people who will try to design you. Especially uncle...no, the people from Eldric's side. That means all of your Your movements will be monitored, and everything related to you will be investigated. The tumbleweeds aren't too involved now, and there's still time to get them out. Otherwise—"

"If you are caught with clear evidence of getting close to the abyss, you will be disqualified from the throne." Gallagher replied.

"If they go deeper, Nemo may be in danger of exposure." At the same time, Ann also took it.

The two stared at each other for a while.

"It will take about two months until you officially take the throne." Gallagher responded with a stinky face, and wiped his lips with a handkerchief again. "During this period, you must be careful with your words and deeds. After all, several families are notoriously stubborn, you'd better put down your stature and kindly—"

An thought for a moment, then stood up quickly and patted Delia.

Then took her back to the royal hall not far away.

"Who has a problem with my succession to the throne?"

Gallagher's army was still in the hall, and the noble representatives had just calmed down when they were stunned by this question again.

People who are used to words have never seen such a rude member of the royal family, and they don't know how to respond for a while.

"If you have an opinion, it's better to say it now." Ann played with the hunting spear in his hand, "no one speaks, I acquiesce that there is no objection. Of course, I believe you will always come back to your senses... "

She slammed the end of her spear to the ground.

"You are welcome to assassinate at any time, as long as you can do it." The female warrior smiled flamboyantly. "But, if you really dare to use your wacky brains and plan to start with this girl—"

She put her free hand around Delia.

"I don't mind cleaning up 'my distant relatives' in your family, do you understand?"

The nobles were silent.

Gallagher felt a sharp pain in his temple, convinced that his veins were about to burst. After leaving the hall again, he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down: "What are you doing—"

"Play the tyrant." Anson Delia, concise and to the point. "No one wants to slack off with a mad woman, and now you can get them in a month, Salter."

Delia's eye circles turned red again, obviously understanding what Ann meant.

"I personally don't need to maintain too many interpersonal relationships, you are better at this kind of thing than me. I don't need to be in power for too long, and it is not good to leave too deep a mark. To be honest, I am not suitable Be king."

The free and easy smile on Ann's face slowly disappeared.

"I'm very good at frightening people... Anyway, it's been so few years, why don't I do everything I should do and pave the way for this girl."

"Why do you think so?" After a long silence, Marshal Gallagher spoke up.

"What do you think?"

"You are not fit to be king."

"Because I experienced that kind of despair. When I was taking... a test." Ann lowered her eyes, "Maybe you are used to that feeling, but I can't bear it. To me There's only one thing to fear - making the wrong decision, and that decision leads to a lot of deaths."

"...You're not such a sentimental type." Gallagher recalled the blood and corpses in the lower hall, and the heads of soldiers who had been thrown back into the line not long ago.

"Those people still believed in me when they died. They died because of me, but they didn't hate me. For me, that's **** - even today, I'm not completely Get out of there."

Ann ignored the Marshal's response and continued. She turned her gaze to Delia, her voice very serious.

"And that's definitely part of the king's 'job', it turns out I really don't have that. Still... a little sad."

The female warrior embraced the **** hunting spear, sat on the chair, and looked up at the ornate ceiling.

She suddenly felt that the room was a little empty.

"Delia...I know, you're going to be a good king. You're calmer than me, and better at strategy than I am. As a stupid elder, I have only one suggestion - for the next few years , I hope you can get out of here as much as possible, as a person who has been in pain, to touch the world. I believe you will understand, because you know how to look down."

"Didn't you always want to go to Clement College? Now that I'm your sole guardian, I'll help you find a way."

She covered her eyes with one hand, like waking up from a long nightmare, exhaustion and sadness mixed with a little bit of relief.

"As for the future... Mr. Dingo, Andrea Alastair will take the throne, but Ann Savage will not quit Tumbleweed."

Meanwhile, outside the capital city of Alban.

Bagelmoru, who had just flown out of the palace, was standing on the ground in dissatisfaction, slashing a torn envelope with his claws.

"What does she think of me? You say, what does she think of me?"

The grey parrot, busy tearing the thick paper, barked in dissatisfaction: "Does she think I'm a **** pigeon, even if I tell it! Hell, it's a shame... she's just like that. Let me come back! At least make me a Duke Dangdang? I'm a big hero—"

"Because you'll expand her ten sentences into an hour-long speech." Nemo pointed out brutally, "Calm down, Ann must have her own ideas."

"She wants us to wait a month for her to reunite and keep a low profile, especially you, Nemo. If you get caught, the opponents may come to dig our intelligence." Oliver muttered. , closed the letter, eyes a little blank. "Ann is really going to be our king."

“…I know.” Nemo answered dryly.

The two Albanian civilians stared at each other, panicked, and then realized they were really panicking—especially Oliver.

"It seems that there is an accurate prophecy in this world." Oliver said weakly, waving the wrapping paper and destroying it completely. "God, I've been on adventures with the king—forget it, so far..."

He glanced at Nemo again, as if trying to stabilize his spirits.

Nimo smiled reluctantly.

"...Are you thinking about confessing the truth with Ann?" Oliver keenly captured the lover's mood swings.

"Yes," Nemo answered honestly, "after all, that's not...a matter of communicating on paper or in pure voice."

Too far apart to see each other's expressions. Good intentions are often difficult to convey, but negative conjectures are magnified countless times.

"One month." Oliver sighed, "We should have time to go to the mercenary guild headquarters, find Della Lane, and find out what happened in the past. According to the agreement, Ann will pardon later. Us. We'll have both freedom and answers - things are getting better, Nemo."

He opened his arms without hesitation and circled the person in front of him.

Yes, they will no longer be black badges. As long as there are no expeditions in these decades, and the answers they get aren't too bad, then they might be able to have... a normal life.

Leave the chaotic battlefield, no longer wander around, and even have a home.

Oliver's body is warm and his heartbeat is strong. Holding each other tightly is like holding on to hope itself. Nemo suppressed the anxiety in his heart, tried to let go, and enjoyed the peace of the moment.

"Looking at it another way, our luck is actually pretty good."

Oliver's palm rested on Nemo's back, sliding down slowly and comfortably.

"Look, when we ran into the border forest, we met An... If we encountered other black stamps, we might have become three thousand gold coins in other people's pockets. Now that Ann is king, we can even be pardoned outright - lucky enough from the point of view of the two fugitives."

"A lot of things happened, but we rescued Mr. Cross and by mistake we cured my Trent blight... Most importantly, I can be like you Stand together like this."

Nimo twitched the corners of his mouth and was about to respond, but a sense of disobedience enveloped his nerves, and a subtle tingling suddenly struck.

Ann became King of Albans, and Ann was their first guide.

No, Ann was Oliver's original guide.

Nimo was suddenly aware of the source of this unknown panic—

[Born by death and betrayal. 】

Oliver's mother, Sonia, died after giving birth to Oliver. Afterwards, Medes confided to the late emperor, causing Oliver's father Flint to remain anonymous and leave the country.

[Walking over the bones of loved ones. 】

He witnessed Oliver kill Flint.

[Crush the curse and embrace the abyss. 】

Oliver escaped the curse of Trent blight because of his knightly oath. Embrace the abyss... Perhaps there is no concept better suited to symbolize the abyss than "Demon King".

He followed the starlight, and came down like winter. 】

Follow Queen Alban's lead and be helped by Jesse...literally. The swordsman master is the 'radiant morning star' proclaimed by the Pope, and he is used to ice spells...

Nemo began to have trouble breathing and increased his embrace to Oliver. The fingers accidentally scratched the shirt on the other's back.

[His sword will bring the true end. 】

If what awaited them was a peaceful and uncontested ending, then why was it "his sword" that brought the end?

Nimo shivered uncontrollably, but he immediately suppressed his abnormality. The sun was shining on the two of them, and he could smell Oliver's joy and happiness. Faced with the answers to come, his lover is doing his best to remain optimistic, trying to make him happy.

Then wait until sunset. After sunset, he'll check in with the rambunctious prophecy...if necessary, he'll tell Oliver the cruel thing.

But at least for now…

"Hmm." Nemo buried the tip of his nose into Oliver's shoulder and took a deep breath. "You're right, Ollie. Things are getting better... We're really, really lucky."