The traces of magic have not yet faded.
Alphonse bit the crease in his glove, tore off his left glove, revealing its emblem, the ice mark "Radiance of the Far North," the opposite of fire.
"I originally thought that the power of fire could completely overcome ice, and I thought the outcome was already decided. But I didn't expect that even so, I still couldn't defeat you!"
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It was nearly dawn, and there was still plenty of time before the scheduled departure time. Alphonse had just returned to his bedroom, utterly exhausted.
A soldier quietly knocked on the wooden door a few times using a coded signal.
The arrival of the soldier cheered Alphonse. He was a messenger who delivered messages for someone.
"She really is capricious to make you rush here overnight to deliver a message. Thank you for your hard work, please wait a moment."
Alphonse thanked her and unfolded the new, smooth letter.
Alphonse:
How audacious! How dare you disobey your father's military orders!
I thought I'd see you again!
How do you intend to explain this to me? How do you intend to explain it to my father?
"Father shouldn't be too angry with you, after all, you're not quite used to the rules of the regular army yet. If you can return soon, I can make you my personal guard knight. That way, we won't be separated for so long like we are now."
After reading the long string of complaints and recent experiences in the letter, he couldn't help but laugh.
He then wrote a brief sentence on the back of the letter: "No need to worry, I set off for the southern expedition this morning. The day we meet again will be the day I return victorious. Alphonse." He handed it to the messenger and then lay down to rest.
Not long after Alphonse closed his eyes, the sunlight began to climb onto his cheeks.
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The moment before the battle was a moment that would change the fate of the Eagle Knights and the Silver Knights.
Before setting off.
Alphonse had already donned his armor. Just as he was about to put on his helmet, Finchley patted him on the shoulder, as if he had something important to ask of him.
"Alphonse, we've made our decision—our knighthood needs a new name. Battle achievements, honors, and everything else will become a thing of the past; our rise and fall will also become a thing of the past."
Today can be considered the day of our rebirth. Symbolizing rebirth, we must bury the past with a new name and reclaim a new future. As for the task of "naming," it is entrusted to you, Commander.
Not only Finchley, but all the soldiers behind him were gazing at their commander with eager anticipation.
"But...don't you really mind? Doesn't your former leader's spirit in heaven really mind?"
The one who answered Alphonse's question was Douglas, one of the elders among them. This burly man had already placed the wine jug behind his waist and was dressed neatly, looking incredibly imposing. His posture made him seem as if he had returned to the battlefield.
He abandoned his usual leisurely and joking attitude, and said seriously in a rough voice:
"Commander, everyone here will obey your leadership. This is proof of our trust in you."
Alphonse lowered his head and pondered for a moment.
Then, in a loud voice that could be heard by everyone, he declared to all: "Therefore, I will rename the Knights after the silver mask given to me by Finchley and left by the former captain—"
You warriors, seasoned by countless battles, inheriting the legacy of the Flying Eagle, are the heroes of the Silver Knights! My knightly order is now the "Silver Knights!"
The Silver Knights. This name both inherits from the past and symbolizes rebirth.
The warriors of the Silver Knights raised their arms and shouted, their resounding slogans igniting a surge of morale that lingered for a long time.
After a while, Alphonse was the first to notice the strange change outside the door—an incredibly bright white light emanating from the sky shone into the palace hall.
The undulating black shadows cast upon the ground astonished all the soldiers present.
Finchley caught a whiff of an unusually strong magical aura emanating from outside and asked in surprise, "What on earth is happening outside?"
Before Finchley could finish speaking, Alphonse ran out as fast as he could.
This smell... he knew it all too well!
A pure white holy dragon with a long, winding body leaped and circled in the sky outside the palace. The holy light shining on every scale of its body completely blocked out the sunlight.
Her solemn, pearl-like eyes gazed at the person emerging from the palace, filled with compassion.
The dragon's tail, still attached to its giant feathers, streaked across the sky, leaving a trail of seven-colored rainbows.
A true mythical beast.
Named "Desfield," the sacred dragon who nurtured Elfons into adulthood in the snowy plains of Bliza.
Alphonse called out to the holy dragon, his heart and face filled with excitement.
Within the Silver Knights, some had heard tales of mythical beasts.
But no one has ever actually witnessed their existence.
The most surprised were not them, but the girl in the white gauze dress who had just stepped into the base – Priscilla.
Upon receiving a letter from Alphonse and learning that he was leaving for a southern expedition, Priscilla stayed up all night, packing her belongings. Seven years ago, she had once again run away from the palace, determined to follow Alphonse to the southern border.
Whether it was fate or a chance occurrence, she encountered the scene of the Holy Dragon Soaring in the Sky at this time and place.
She stared blankly, her mouth slightly agape. This was the most astonishing encounter she had ever had in her life, aside from the riots in the capital.
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It was already noon. Philsa Danlithel awoke from her long sleep and opened her eyes.
Upon waking, he seemed to remember something very important, which instantly cleared his mind.
However, my body inexplicably felt quite uncomfortable.
My own consciousness... actually used Alphonse as my perspective, and I spent half a year in the dream.
If it weren't for the calendar on the table showing today's date, he would have thought he had slept for more than half a year.
From this dream, Philsa learned about the past of the Falcons, why they changed their name to Silver, and witnessed the rise of the Silver Heroes.
At this moment, the emblem on the back of his left hand seemed to react to this magical dream. The blue light flowing along the veins of the emblem became abundant and overflowing.
"The Radiance of the Far North... The Phosphorescence of Ice..."
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