Marshall stared at the forest on the hillside. The forest made the Sapphire Mountains appear deep black in winter. A group of patrolling soldiers were slowly sliding down from the woods on the hillside. Only a few of them had intact armor, but their shirts were already in tatters.

It hung like a rag on his body. Some people used sharpened sticks as weapons. Everyone looked hungry. He lowered his head and wiped his long sword silently. The blade had been curled. The reason why it was not

The bad thing is that each of Tonigel's White Lion Knights is equipped with the most sophisticated equipment - fine-quality armor and swords that can only be produced on a small scale in handicraft workshops, especially weapons purchased in batches before 1776.

, are the highest purchasing standards set by the business lady, and are produced by Hazel master craftsmen.

The tattered cotton armor of the soldiers of the noble army could not block its sword at all. The armor of the lord's knights could only be used to cut two more swords. Sometimes, even the armor-piercing awl was not used. He still remembered the first

The blond knight looked shocked and frightened in each battle. However, sophisticated equipment could not determine the victory of a war with a huge disparity in power. Golan-Elson's army formed a blockade in the south, with a number of

Thousands of people, as well as Sarsardian gargoyles and iron men, White Lion Guards and Valkyries protected Her Royal Highness the Princess, who was forced towards the Sapphire Mountains day after day. There was no food in the mountains to support an army.

, especially in winter, even if they only have a few hundred people, the rebels want to trap them alive.

Marshall chewed a piece of hard grass root, which was his last food reserve. As for the specific time, he could not remember how long it had been since he had eaten. His brain was numb from the cold. His last meal was a roasted mountain rat shared with his colleagues, but

I have forgotten exactly when it happened. But food is getting harder and harder to find. The soldiers who go out on patrol are more looking for food than for prevention. Hundreds of people crossing the border in the mountains and forests are like a disaster, even the permafrost

You have to dig up a layer to look for hibernating animals below. If the bark of sapphire wood is not poisonous, it can also be used to make soup.

He remembered the first few bloody battles. Both sides tried their best to knock each other down, but the nobles retreated after paying a heavy price and chose to encircle rather than fight. In the first battle, he remembered

He killed three people and was covered with wounds. The more he killed, the more he killed, but the wounds became less and less. In the end, no one was killed by him - the other party stopped attacking. Sometimes he thought that he might not be sure of those bloody battles.

It would be better to die in the accident, so as to avoid suffering.

He is one of the third batch of White Lion Knights, and this is also the last batch of White Lion Knights trained by Tony Geer before the war began. He is an authentic Tony Geer man, born as a civilian, and his grades were good or bad when he was selected.

Everyone. But three days ago, he replaced his captain and became a grand knight. In Eruin, this step means becoming a real noble, and the next step is to be made a baron, but this is meaningless, because

No one knows whether he can survive the next battle, just like the person he replaced.

Marshall has no regrets.

He was not the eldest son. Before the Second Tonigel War, his shoemaker father kicked him into the military camp and asked him to stand up and defend 'what is truly worth defending' like a real man. But he didn't.

Catch up with that war, because the war ended in the first week he entered the military camp. At the time of the Battle of Ampelsel, he was selected into the White Lion Guard. In a sense, this was considered to be outstanding.

.

But he just had some regrets.

The White Lion Guard will not give in easily.

Just like a pride of lions losing their king, if the king was still there, they would never be in this situation.

Marshall gently put down the rag. The curled blade of the sword shone brightly in the cold winter air. The bright sword blade reflected a handsome face with a very serious expression. The young knight was slightly a little nervous.

Shocked, because that was not his own face.

He raised his head in surprise, and a tall shadow fell on him.

With a 'clang' sound, his sword accidentally fell to the ground.

Now--

The Lion King is back.

The eldest princess leaned on a roll of cushions with a pale face, and her silver pupils showed a long-lasting contemplation. She was injured and was so weak that she was almost out of shape. Her hands, which were originally very slender, could now be seen clearly.

Down to the shape of the joints, blue veins flow quietly under the almost transparent skin, which is somewhat morbidly beautiful.

Through a gap in the tent door, bright light flowed in from the outside and fell on her. She sat upright stubbornly, holding her sword with both hands, staring in that direction for a long time.

Freya couldn't help but feel heartbroken when she saw her like this. Last night, Brünnhilde told her that the princess was so painful that she broke into a cold sweat in her sleep. The sweat soaked her coat, but she didn't say a word when she woke up.

It was as if the wound had completely healed.

"Eat something, Your Highness," she couldn't help but persuade her again.

"What about you?" Griffin turned around and asked.

"I have eaten it." Freya quickly replied: "The soldiers found some tits..."

Then she couldn't talk anymore, because Her Royal Highness the Princess was looking at her with a half-smile. She pointed to the things on the plate: "The tits have gone to the south of Chablis in winter. This is chicken, just like you yesterday."

The food you gave me is the same. Yesterday you said you found a turtle dove, and each of us ate half of it. Is this the other half that was supposed to be eaten by you?"

"Your Highness Princess, I..."

Griffith shook his head: "Freya, no matter how long Miss Roman's money-losing business is kept, I can still eat it. Fortunately, she can distribute it as military rations. The unique taste of these marinated chickens tastes like

It's like dry firewood that has been used for a year. Hasn't anyone told you?" She blinked playfully on her pale face: "As a princess, my tongue is very picky. Although you are

The daughter of Everton, but as a commoner, you may never understand what the life of a noble is like."

The female knight was exposed and blushed. She realized that her brain was really not strong enough, otherwise why she couldn't even do something as simple as telling a lie.

But the smile on Griffin's face faded. Even in such a weak state, she showed a majestic aura. She frowned and said, "Freya, did you secretly save your rations for me?"

Already."

"But I'm different from you, Your Highness Princess..." Freya quickly defended.

Griffin looked up at her: "You are my commander-in-chief, silly girl."

She reached out her hand and gently touched the sword.

"We have figured out that Antitina went to Lantern Castle after leaving Magitan. We are moving closer to Golan-Elson. There will definitely be a chance to rescue her. If my injury cannot be cured, you can bring her with you.

Holding my sword and fully representing my will, I must rescue her."

"your Highness!"

Griffith held her up and said, "This is also for Tonigel's war, Freya, and... I can't be sorry to Mr. Brando."

She closed her eyelids gently, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and lowered her voice: "I don't want to leave any regrets, you understand, Freya; I don't want to be sorry to everyone, just like my father, he owes

You Bucchi people need to apologize..."

"He is him, you are you," Freya's chest heaved a little: "Everyone in Butchi would curse your father and say that he is a foolish king, but he has a good daughter. For your sake, we are even willing to forgive you.

It’s my father’s fault. Because we only hope that Her Royal Highness the Princess can live well, and one day everything in this kingdom will become better than before under her watch!"

Griffin's eyes were a little red, and she smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I won't give up so easily. Even in the darkest moments, I have never been knocked down. I am the daughter of Halefuo.

With the blood of the Holy White flowing, no one can defeat me, not even death."

Her words suddenly stopped.

The silver eyes were actually a little frozen.

Freya was just about to say something, but a slender palm was already placed on her shoulder.

Freya almost froze. She clearly felt someone entering the tent, but she thought it was Brünnhilde because the Valkyries did not communicate. But as soon as she felt the hand on her shoulder coming from

The familiar temperature, she immediately understood——

Who is back.

The strong female knight's eyes immediately filled with water, and her eyes were as red as rabbits. When she turned around, tears burst out of her eyes. She wanted to tell the person in front of her how difficult their situation was; she wanted to tell this person

Man, how worried she was about the war in Tonigel; she wanted to tell him that Antitina was taken away by those people, and her life or death was uncertain.

She wanted to cry like a child.

But her duty made her stand reservedly on the spot, with tears still streaming down her face, and she looked at the familiar face in front of her with blurry eyes.

Brando looked at the Valkyrie who was crying with some heartache.

He never thought that the Eruin flag in his memory would one day be at a loss in front of him, like a helpless child. Strong and firm, weak and delicate, the moment when two completely different beauties intertwined, he was deeply moved.

It touched the softest place in his heart.

But Her Royal Highness was still there, and Brando could only gently wipe the tears from the Valkyrie's face.

"Sorry, ladies, I'm late."

"But in my opinion, it is always just right." Her Royal Highness the Princess replied with a calm smile.

Inside a narrow tent.

The two just looked at each other in silence.

Standing alone.

A person is sitting on the bed.

Freya suddenly understood that he and Her Royal Highness might have a lot to say. Before her tears dried, she hugged Brando tightly and shook his hand secretly. Brando understood what she meant, and in her heart

Sighing for this kind girl, he smiled at her and nodded.

"I-I'm going to see Miss Brünnhilde. She-she may have something to ask me for..." Miss Knight made a poor excuse, then turned and walked out.

When the two of them passed each other, Brando said in her ear: "There is food outside, I brought you supplies."

Freya's face turned red and she ran away without looking back.

Princess Griffin looked at the interaction between the two with an alert attitude, with bright eyes and a slight smile, but she was actually a little concerned in her heart.

"No one can defeat you, not even death, Your Royal Highness," Brando looked at his princess: "Because they can't reach you at all. Your knight is standing in front of you without my permission.

Before, no one could do it."
To be continued...