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He remembered the first few blood battles, and the two sides tried their best to knock down the other side, but the nobles shrank at the tragic price and chose the offensive. In the first battle, he remembered that he had killed three people, and he was wounded. The more he killed, the more wounds he had, and the fewer wounds. In the end, no one killed him. The other side stopped attacking. Sometimes he wants to say that he has died in those bloody battles, so as not to be guilty.

He was one of the third White Lion Knights. It was also the last White Lion Knight trained by Trentheim before the start of the war. He was a native Trentheim, a commoner, and he was not bad at the time of the selection. But three days ago, he replaced one’s own Captain and became a great knight. In Aouine, this step means becoming a real noble, and then it is blocked by Baron, but it doesn’t make sense, because no one knows. Can you survive the next battle, just like the one he replaced.

Marshall has nothing to regret.

He was not eldest son. Before the second Trentheim war, his cobbler slammed him into the barracks and let him stand up like a real man to defend the ‘what is really worth defending’. But he did not catch up with the war, because the war ended when he entered the military camp. At Ampere Searl, Time of Battle, he was selected into the White Lion Guards, which in a sense is a good start.

But he only has some regrets.

White Lion Guards won’t easily admit defeat.

Just as the lions lost their lions, if the lion is still there, they will never fall into the present situation.

Marshall gently put down the rag, the blade of the blade curled up in the cold of the winter, bright as a pool of shadow on the sword edge reflected a handsome face, the face expression is very serious. The young Knight is slightly wrong, because that is not his one’s own face.

He slammed the head, and a tall shadow cast on him.

‘kuāng dāng’, his sword fell to the ground.

just now–

The Lion King is back.

Eldest Princess leaned pale on a roll of cushions, revealing a long-standing meditation in the pupil of the silver. She was hurt, weak and almost shaped, and the original slender hand was now clearly visible. To the shape of the joint, under the almost transparent skin, the blue veins are quiet and flowing, and some morbid beauty.

A slit in the tent door slanted, bright light flowing in from outside, falling on her, she barely sat up straight, clutching one’s own sword in her hands, watching the direction for a long time.

Freya couldn’t help but feel sad when she looked at her. Last night, Brynhild told her that Her Highness the Princess was sweating in her sleep, sweat drenched her coat, but she woke up and sounded like a wound. Already all the same.

“Have something to eat, Her Highness the Princess.” She couldn’t help but persuade again.

“What about you?” Gryphine asked back.

“I have eaten.” Freya replied quickly: “The soldiers found some tits…”

Then she couldn’t say it because Her Highness the Princess was looking at her with a smile yet not a smile. She pointed to the thing inside the plate: “The tits went to the south of Chablis in winter, this is chicken. Just like what you gave me yesterday, you said yesterday that you found a spotted one. We ate half of them. Is this another half that you should have eaten in your stomach?”

“Her Highness the Princess, I…”

Gryphine shook her head: “Freya, Miss Romaine, the loss-making business can be eaten no matter how long it takes, and she can be used as a ration. The taste of these marinated chickens is like a year of uniqued and unmatched. Like the dry wood, no one told you?” Her pale face, some cheeky blinking eyes: “As a Princess, my tongue is very picky, you are the daughter of Everton. But the commoner-born, you may never understand how noble life is like.”

The debunked Female Knight blushed, and she found out that one’s own brain wasn’t really enough. Otherwise, why wouldn’t it be easy to say a lie?

But the smile on Gryphine’s face converges. Even in such a weak state, she is revealed with a majestic breath. She frowned and said, “Freya, have you secretly saved your ration to me?”

“But I am different from you, Her Highness the Princess…” Freya quickly argued.

Gryphine looked up at her: “You are my commander, silly girl.”

She extended the hand and gently stroked the sword.

“We have figured out that Amandina went to the light fort after leaving Magitan. We are moving closer to Golan Elson. We must have a chance to save her. If my injury is not good, you will take my sword. Representing my Will, I must rescue her.”

“Her Highness the Princess !”

Gryphine held her words. “This is also for the war in Trentheim, Freya, and… I can’t be sorry Mr. Brando.”

She gently rubbed her eyes, the long eyelash shivered slightly, and the voice went down: “I don’t want to leave regrets, you understand, Freya; I don’t want to be sorry for everyone, just like my father, he owes you Bucce. One apologizes…”