Edlun found it difficult to refute this and could only snort coldly.
"I think so too. No matter how much I say now, I can't make you give up your power." Kornos crossed one hand over his chest and touched his chin with the other hand, as if thinking.
"So, you have no choice but to die." The maid's words were clear and innocent, but the murderous intent revealed in them made the hearts of many nobles watching on the side feel cold.
At first, they thought she was just a good-looking maid who had a close relationship with His Majesty, but now it seems that her background is definitely not simple.
That kind of willfulness, innocence, strength, and indifference to life made these nobles with long-standing family traditions think of some secret records.
Perhaps standing before them was a witch, an existence that many old nobles both loved and hated.
"However, in this situation, as a maid, I cannot steal the limelight from my master."
As she spoke, the maid turned around lightly to make way for Elio behind her.
"Let His Majesty and you understand it in person."
As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her hand, and light snowflakes drifted down the hall, sweeping across it. The guards and confidants standing beside Edren froze in that instant, then turned into motionless, rigid ice sculptures.
White snowflakes continued to fall, filling the quiet hall and gradually covering everything. Under the towering dome, only the stage where the two people faced each other was left.
The alternation of old and new power, blood ties and hatred, and the alternation of the throne were all resolved in the battle between the two.
Realizing that this battle was unavoidable, Elio and Edren drew their weapons and walked towards each other step by step. Their similar red eyes stared at each other, and then they were separated by the gradually rising swords.
A snowflake slowly fell, slid across the sword blade, and split into two. Then the two men rushed out and began a life-and-death battle in the hall.
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