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Brando and Delphine are talking on a terrace, Andrea stands on one side, and the scene under the night is reflected in the eyes of three people.

He turned his head and saw a familiar silhouette.

“Brando!” Freya was dusty, and the tiredness on his face seemed to be swept away.

She just came down from Wyvern. Since she was appointed by Her Highness the Princess, she has been rushing from Radnor all the way, just because what she has seen since these days is almost like a dream, Banshee Queen Alvit’s rhetoric made her feel unbelievable, but Undeads signed a peace agreement to withdraw from Aouine, return to Bucce, and disciplining war criminals.

All this is because the man in front of him is rumored to have defeated the undead empire with the Silver Elf in the south of the Sea of ​​Dead Moon and the Silver Elf. Although the details are unknown, Brumand’s black rose is actually made. concession.

If you want to come to a victory that makes you feel painful, Madara’s emperor, who is holding Mercury Staff aloof and remote, can easily bow down. Others may not be able to do it, but she firmly believes that if it is that person, then it must be can.

Because this is not the first time she witnessed his miracle, she still remembers the battle between life and death in Riedenburg. If it were not the life and death, if it was not Brando’s, there would be no one today.

The people who praised it, Aouine’s Valkyrie.

Freya remembered the light brown flashes in her memory, the eyes of firm hope that never faded, the chestnut-colored hair, the familiar face, once again appearing in front of her to her lightly smiled: “Freya.”

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(ps: finishing the idea, the nest is back~ I will update the chapter first today, and restore the double tomorrow, mainly because I spent a little time to consider the card deck of Brando’s Planeswalker creatures. There is absolutely no rubbish or anything. In other words, this month It’s really bad luck. Drinking water is stuffing your teeth. In the previous paragraph, Time caught a cold. I re-opened a bank card last week and forgot to edit it. The result is that this month is hard to eat, avalanche.)

In the hall, a four-level 17 ladder is connected to the terrace and the hall. The blushing carpet is laid down and down. The seventeenth priest of the dead cathedral, Holy Edward, hangs on the aisle. Thin, with a stick.

Brando and Freya are on the terrace, one person in the hall, and the eyes pass through the length of the ladder and touch each other.

Freya is deeply breathed in, she seems to have had a dream, starting with Bucce, going to Riedenburg, to Bruglas, to the Royal Knight Academy, to Ampere Searl, to Radnor, to the battlefield of Manowell, here again. The scene in the dream changed, until now: “Brando, am I dreaming? I am standing here, here is the capital of Madara’s, have you really done it? As you promised us, Bucce has returned to Aouine, the village is rebuilt Now, everyone has returned to their homeland. We walked back to the embrace of Usson Mountain along the road that fled the day. Is that about Madara’s nightmare, is it really over?”

Brando looked down at the girl who had bundled a light brown hair into her arms. The long ponytail was cut short after she was in Ampere Searl, leaving only the shoulders and the cuts. The long hair is pinned on the grief of his comrades, and is placed on the white tomb of the Holy City, along with Wither’s Aouine Lily.

Freya’s eyes are brighter than that era, more confident, more determined, like a gleaming brown gem, a pair of eyebrows full of heroic, high-spirited, without confusion, weakness and hesitation, and no memory of his most Deep and deep tiredness.

She wore a tailored Knight suit, a dark blue jacket, white breeches, a black pine medal and a Candlelight Medal on her chest, and a tail fluff hanging from her shoulder. That is to commemorate the glory of the Ampere Searl battle, the symbol of the White Lion Legion veteran.

Aouine’s Valkyrie stood straight, although the dust was servant, but the swords, belts, armor and accessories on the body were all neat and tidy. Only the boots were stained with some dust, which was the ashes of the city. When she dismounted, it inevitably passed through several streets that were turned into ashes.

After two years of war and experience, the ignorant and ignorant country girl seems to be looking for the footprints in history and has grown up. Two unrelated silhouettes gradually overlap and merge into one at this moment. .

“You are not dreaming, Freya, the war is over. Although some are beyond my expectations. But those who should be punished have one by one down Hell. From now on, the war between Aouine and undead will be It has become a thing of the past.”

Brando sighed, replied.