The noise disappeared, leaving only the cold echo of words.
The whole hall was eerily quiet.
A moment ago, everyone in the venue was extremely envious of the lucky person chosen by the Borgia family.
But at this moment, when they met those dark eyes, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.
They looked at the black-haired, black-eyed, slightly thin young man in front of them, and it was as if they saw an evil spirit.
An evil spirit that walked out of the fire of Ceylon.
But Airola was not afraid. She just came to Xia's side silently and held his hand.
Eight years ago in the northern ice field, she held Char's hand like this, feeling each other's faint warmth, and then walked through the endless snow and wind little by little.
"Shaya Eggot."
...
...
A long sigh fell from on high.
"Do you know what you are rejecting?"
"Of course I know."
Char's voice was calm: "But I still have to thank you for finally calling me by my real name instead of Char Ingrid."
"That is the flower of winter, the title of Count Winter..."
"This is a glorious and honorable surname, but it is not mine."
The evening wind blew suddenly in the night.
The wind blew through the window, rustling Char's collar.
"The Borgia family has never been to the North, and has never made a marriage contract with the Winter Flower family..."
"In ancient times, Ceylon was just a border for exiled criminals. The Winter Flower Family, who are stationed in Ceylon, are guarding the territory, if you put it nicely, but are just exiles, if you put it bluntly. How can they be favored by the Scarlet Rose Family?"
Char raised his eyes and looked at the old man who looked like a gardener on the high seat.
"And I am not the son of Earl Winter. The Winter Flower family has been declining in this generation, and Earl Winter has only one daughter."
"So what?"
A distant, calm voice descended from above.
"If I say you are, then you are."
"yes."
Char smiled silently. "It's just a small town in the wilderness that takes more than ten hours to reach by sled. It is isolated from the civilized world in terms of both information and cognition. Who would bother to delve into the right and wrong of it?"
"Besides, it's already a ruin. You said I was the orphan of Winter Flower, so I am... No one will refute the conclusion of the Borgia family."
"What's more, the script you carefully prepared for me is so perfect—"
"The orphan of a wealthy family overcomes numerous difficulties and dangers, returns as a king to complete his revenge, and marries a noble daughter... This is a story that meets people's expectations. When the story ends successfully, every reader will only applaud with satisfaction and say "Congratulations on the end."
"But I know that I am not the hero in the book as you described me."
There was a slight pause in Char's words.
"I am just an ordinary civilian in Ceylon."
"I have no parents since I can remember. I was adopted and raised by an old icefield hunter... Later, the old hunter passed away, but the hunting skills he taught me were enough to feed and clothe me."
"Those days, though simple, were pretty good... but they were destroyed, destroyed by the fire."
"This is definitely not the development that a qualified script should have—"
"But since ancient times..."
"No matter if they are nobles or commoners."
"It is only right that debts should be paid and murder should be punished."
His eyes were fixed on the body of Warwick in front of him, which was pierced with blood by the Sin armor-piercing bullet and was already cold and dead with his eyes open.
"According to the laws of the empire, the main culprit must be executed, and the accomplices will also be held accountable."
At the moment when the words came to an end.
Char felt that the last bit of awkwardness and discomfort in the depths of his soul had completely disappeared.
The dusty heart seemed to be hit by a hammer, and the dust fell with a loud bang.
The soul and the mind have achieved unity and are completely complete.
The mental force resonates with the spiritual world, and the illusory spiritual world gradually materializes.
Rays of starlight bloomed, they were stars transformed from the sand of time, bright and dreamy, illuminating the dark spiritual world, and the bright lights gathered into a vast ocean.
The stars shine like a sea.
…
"But that's just your personal opinion."
The old voice sounded again, still as calm as ever.
"The refugees from the borderland conspired with the rebels of the Theocracy, colluding with each other to exchange intelligence, which eventually led to the tragedy of Ceylon's destruction."
"And now he is actually colluding with the wanted criminals of the Theocracy to frame the Borgia family."
"I was careless for a moment and almost let this lunatic become my daughter's fiancé... All the guests have laughed at me. I must make amends."
The words haven't finished yet.
The huge, mountain-like majesty descended from above.
The unique and legendary mental pressure came towards Char without reservation.
Normally, it is enough to shock the hearts and minds of strong men in the fourth or fifth rings, and make them kneel on the ground and unable to get up.
But Char's figure did not move at all.
His spiritual power was constantly rising, crossing the illusory and hazy barrier and gathering into a brand new moon, which was his fourth soul covenant.
But all this is not over yet. The new virtual world is rumbling and constantly opening up hazy heaven and earth under the shining starlight transformed from the sand of time.
The pressure from the legend was broken, and there was no more obstacle.
High up, for the first time, a look of surprise flashed in the eyes of an old man who looked like a gardener.
His eyes dropped, and just as he was about to do something else, he suddenly became aware of the fierce aura beside him.
"Your Highness wants to disrupt the long-standing balance between the royal family and the oath family and personally attack the old minister just for a commoner who speaks outrageously?"
Guderian retracted his gaze, looked at the silver-haired princess beside him, and spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.
"Whether he is the orphan of Winter Flower or a commoner with no background... I don't really care."
"But first—"
"He is the sword bearer I have chosen."
Isadella's stern words echoed in the sky.
Although she was wearing a court dress at the moment, her solemn aura would only make people think of a battlefield filled with corpses and blood.
This imperial princess has never been the kind of person who can dance at balls and banquets, and gracefully mediate between many noble princes.
Her fame was earned through real military exploits.
The figure in the Black Eagle uniform is the totem of the empire and the nightmare of countless enemy soldiers and generals.
She stretched out her white fingers and clenched them in mid-air.
The next moment.
Thousands of pale golden illusory light spots gathered in the void.
Then, the illusory light gathered between Isadella's fingers and took the shape of a hazy holy sword.
Although it is just a vague shape.
But when Guderian's mental power swept across the holy sword.
The sudden shining starlight made veteran legends like Guderian subconsciously avoid his sight.
"I didn't expect that His Highness would actually be recognized by the sword in the lake."
Feeling the prototype of the holy sword appearing before his eyes, as well as the vast mystery contained therein that far exceeds the boundaries of ordinary legends, Guderian's words also became solemn.
"However, since it has not yet fully recovered and is still under restraint, the true name of the holy relic is released..."
"Your Highness, aren't you afraid that all your hard work over the past two years will go to waste?"
Isadella did not answer, but continued to hold the hilt of the sword loosely.
The holy sword that gathered so much mystery was looming between reality and illusion, shining in harmony with the brilliance of the starry sky.
But the sharp and fierce aura had already locked onto the old man in front of him.
At that moment just now, Isadella really thought that Char was going to choose to forget his hatred and embrace everything the Borgia family had given him.
But, he didn't.
Even though the Borgia family showed such sincerity, in the end, Char still chose not to betray.
Isadella knew that Char's choice might not be due to the influence of the royal family... But no matter what, in this precarious moment, the young man did stand on her side. So at this moment, she had to show her sincerity.
Guderian withdrew his gaze and did not move again.
There was a long silence in the upper room.
But the next moment.
Isadella's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt.
Because she found that the holy sword in her hand, which was between reality and illusion, suddenly began to tremble slightly.
As if sensing something of the same origin, the originally slow recovery process suddenly accelerated.
What could awaken this holy relic from an old era?
…
Guderian said no more.
But the banquet below suddenly became chaotic as Guderian's words came out.
The reason is simple. The head of the Borgia family has already made his decision.
Frankly speaking, after what Char said and did just now, most of the nobles were actually more inclined to believe that what Char said was the real truth.
But, so what?
They are all old aristocrats of the imperial capital, and none of them has not privately taken similar measures to exclude dissidents.
Of course, the Borgia family was somewhat embarrassed by such a blunt slap in the face, but you can't eat face...
History is written by the victors. As long as you become the final winner, who will care how many innocent bodies have been buried along the way?
Since they were invited by the Borgia family, there is no need to explain the sides and positions of most of these participants.
"I didn't expect this villain to pretend to be the orphan of the Winter Flower family. How cunning."
"Now it seems that all his past achievements in the military might have been staged in collusion with the cultists."
"Ms. Histalia almost married him. Fortunately, he was so anxious that he revealed his identity..."
"Otherwise, if such a sinister person were to lurk in, who knows how much hidden danger and disaster it would bring to the Borgia family and the empire."
The noisy accusations suddenly stopped.
"Follow the ancient oath of red blood."
"I, Histalia Borgia, am hereby filing an arbitration request with Char Eggot using the chess piece of the Scarlet Rose."
A bright and clear light suddenly descended.
In the Hall of Oath, a circular scarlet rose mark was projected out, constantly enlarging and transforming into a barrier burning with red flames, enveloping Char and Histalia.
In Histalia's hand was a scarlet chess piece that was as crystal clear as crystal and had a rose pattern on it.
"The Borgia family's oath chess piece is actually in Miss Histalia's hands!"
Someone exclaimed.
There are eight "Pawn Chess" in total.
At the beginning of the founding of the empire, the Pure White Sword was forged when the Covenant of Red Blood was signed, and was given to the eight oath-taking families respectively.
The Chess of Oath itself is an extremely powerful holy relic, but at the same time, it is also the symbol of the Oath Family, and it represents many ancient powers.
For example, in the Hall of Oath, which originally belonged to the Oath Family, an arbitration barrier was opened, and no one except the holder of the Oath Chess and the person being arbitrated could enter.
Only the descendants of a family can be recognized as the owner of the Chess of Oath, and this holy relic, as a token of the Oath Family's exercise of ancient authority, is usually held by the current head of the family.
The Borgia family wanted to marry Char, who was believed to be the orphan of the Winter Flower family. Part of their consideration was to recover the Winter Flower's Oath Chess from Char in order to inherit some of the authority of the Oath Family. Unfortunately, this did not happen.
Unexpectedly, the chess piece of oath that was supposed to be held by Guderian now appeared on Histalia.
This also means that she has been designated as the next head of the Borgia family.
But at this moment, Histalia didn't care at all about the outside world's discussions.
She just stood within the arbitration barrier and looked at Char in front of her.
Those originally cold eyes were filled with surprise, anger, and a little bit of uneasiness.
"Why did you say that just now? What do you know?"
"Nothing, I just feel that you are too much of an imitator. You look a lot like the Saint of Dawn in my family."
Char spoke casually.
He looked at the arbitration barrier formed by the illusory flame beside him: "Are you really not going to turn off this barrier?"
"If I remember correctly, after the Arbitration Barrier is opened, only the arbitrated and the holder of the Chess of Oath can enter. Others cannot enter unless they forcibly break the barrier."
Xia pointed at the crowd outside the barrier that had their eyes fixed on him but were blocked by the barrier: "According to your father's opinion, you should rush over and capture me, or just kill me to silence me. This will be more in the interests of your family."
Histalia paused for a moment, but quickly came back to her senses.
"My father never told me about Ceylon, and I am not interested in it. As for arresting you, it won't be too late after I ask you."
Her eyes were fixed on Xia: "Don't change the subject..."
"What is your relationship with Her Highness the Saint?"
"It's nothing, actually. It's probably because I use the magic telepathy every night without telling Xiao Ai..."
Char glanced at Histalia in front of him and shook his head in boredom: "To be honest, I have no hostility towards you."
"Given your age, you must have been sent to the Holy See when you were very young. The Borgia family's activities must have been kept from you."
"You are too arrogant and too naive... Although you are a daughter of destiny in the eyes of others, in my opinion, you are just a vase puppet controlled by your family and the Holy See..."
"Ignorance is not a crime. Although this sentence may not apply in all situations, I really have no interest in you now."
However, Char had just finished speaking.
The next moment, he saw the human figure shrouded in holy light.
The Holy Light Spirit of the King Class.
This is an elemental life form similar to the Silver Spirit.
But as the embodiment of light at a higher level than metal, and the darling of the God of Dawn, the Spirits of Holy Light are a race whose lowest racial rank is high-level overlords.
The one contracted by Histalia is the best among the Spirits of Holy Light, and its racial level is the Emperor.
Having broken through the fourth ring at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and having contracted the Holy Light Spirit of the Emperor's race, Histalia is truly worthy of the title of God's Favored One.
"How dare you spread rumors and blaspheme the Saint Lady!"
Resonating with the anger in Histalia's eyes, the Spirit of Holy Light raised the blade of light in its hand and pointed it straight at Char's neck.
However, facing the Holy Light Blade that was locked onto him, Char could only sigh helplessly.
A bright light suddenly shone, illuminating the dark night outside the window.
"Run through it, Lungominyad."
A cold voice sounded.
It was an ancient language from a previous era, but Char could understand its meaning.
The silver spear light broke through the air.
It tears up the atmosphere, stirs up a storm, and pierces through everything that stands in its way.
The next moment.
Snap——
In Histalia's astonished eyes.
The movement of the Spirit of Holy Light is frozen.
The core of the holy light was pierced, and even the star spirit body as an elemental life was crushed by the tremendous mystery contained in the holy spear and completely dissipated.
Histalia looked back blankly.
Then, he saw a blonde girl wearing a knight's skirt and armor and holding a silver spear not far away.
Not long ago, Histalia thought she was just Char's maid or attendant.
But at this moment, illusory spots of light gathered on the blonde girl's right hand, which was wrapped in the mithril gauntlet.
It was an ice-blue chess piece made of sapphire.
On the chess piece, there is a carving of a blooming snow lotus.
Others might be confused when seeing this chess piece, but as the next head of the Borgia family, Histalia knew very clearly the true meaning of the snow lotus pattern on the chess piece.
The oath of winter flowers.
"I told you not to point the knife at me, but why didn't you listen?"
Looking at the remains of the Holy Light Spirit whose light was gradually dimming, Xia couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
"When my man gets angry, even I can't stop him."
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