Declaration of war

Alex put the newspaper down and sighed.

Of course, he couldn't call Inger to the trial.

"It's interesting that he didn't die."

That he doesn't mean Alex, but Inger.

Alex sat there without saying a word, but he used a lot of strength to hold down his hand that wanted to kill this blood brother.

He believed the same was true for Aura.

Ola also brought up the matter of him pushing little Christine down the stairs, causing her to become paralyzed.

Rudolf thought for a long time but couldn't remember. He laughed sarcastically and said, "Who is that? I have killed so many people, how can I remember every one of them?"

"Worse than a beast." Ola couldn't help but curse in court.

After the trial, Rudolf never said a word in his own defense, except for a few words when he was expelled from the register and his surname was changed.

"Should I change it to my mother's last name?"

Rudolf's mother, the late Princess Suleiman, was the youngest daughter of the younger brother of the current Emperor Liber, so her surname was Liber.

Although political marriages are common between countries, it is a great irony in the current situation.

Rudolf seemed to be born with the talent to make everyone uncomfortable.

Alex looked at Ola and was sure that even if she couldn't kill Rodolph legally, she would definitely kill him on the way to exile.

He was just afraid that something might happen along the way.

Sure enough, his sixth sense soon came true.

Rudolf's only goal was exile. During his journey, he encountered two assassination attempts and then took the opportunity to escape.

Ola hated herself for not doing the assassination herself and quickly posted a nationwide wanted warrant.

However, it is not easy to find someone who can stay in the mercenary world for so many years on his own.

In the midst of seemingly chaotic times, they ushered in the Winter Fire Festival of 1892.

Orla kept them in the palace to watch the midnight fireworks and then let them go back.

Alex ran to Inger's house with his people in the palace.

Uri and Cheryl also came.

"Where are your parents and brothers?"

Cheryl poked at the roasted sweet potatoes on the stove and pouted, "Seeing you every day is so annoying."

Wu Rui leaned back on the recliner and closed his eyes: "Ah! It's still comfortable here!"

Inger felt that the child was like an elderly grandfather.

Bibi Dai, wearing a beautiful dress, remained calm and twirled her hands as she threw snacks to a cat, a dog, and a griffon, like a circus acrobat.

Six eyes were focused, and three of them opened their mouths to grab the snacks thrown into the air, having a lot of fun.

"………What's wrong with you?"

"My father got drunk in the palace, and my mother was taking care of him." Bibidai thought for a moment and added, "Oh, he seemed to be pretending. They found a room, kissed each other, and then rolled onto the bed..."

"Stop, stop, stop! How old are you? Stop talking!" Inger wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and hurried to stop him.

He looked over again and saw Alex playing chess with Quimpeius. There were two bottles of wine next to them. The bottle next to Alex was almost empty, and there were a few empty bottles at his feet. His cheeks were flushed in the candlelight.

“………You haven’t given up yet?” Inger said speechlessly.

Alex: "...On the first day of this year, I must beat him once."

He could hardly speak clearly and his eyelids were drooping.

Kunpeu smiled, stood up and stood beside Alex. Alex's head happened to tilt at this moment, so he gently held it with his hands, supported him, and put him on the soft sofa.

Alex was completely sucked in.

Kunpei made a gesture to everyone around him to keep quiet, and the noise from the children playing nearby gradually died down.

He whispered to Inger, "His Highness didn't use magic to sober up. He hasn't had a good sleep for a long time."

Inger took a blanket and covered him with it.

It was the peaceful, defenseless sleeping face they had often seen when they traveled.

Quinpeu lay down beside Alex and closed his eyes.

A while later.

Alsophila held Coco and lay down on the other side of Alex. In order not to wake him up, Inger did not ask anyone to move him. The sofa in his house was of good quality.

Cheryl was carried by Wu Rui to the guest bedroom to rest.

Bibidai hugged her big golden retriever and fell asleep on the ground next to the stove, and no matter how hard people tried, they couldn't pull her away.

Inger wrapped him in several mattresses and blankets.

He wrapped himself in three or four layers of blankets and closed his eyes sleepily on the recliner. All kinds of thoughts popped up uncontrollably in his alcohol-fueled brain.

Everyone present, except himself, will be on that battlefield in the near future.

On the one hand, I was secretly glad that I didn't have to go, but on the other hand, I felt an indelible guilt towards them.

He sometimes wondered, if someone had to make the sacrifice, why these children?

Is it because with great talent and ability comes responsibility?

What about him? What?

This sad feeling came over me unconsciously.

This feeling followed him like a shadow and haunted him for several months.

In the following months, he devoted himself to work while cherishing every gathering with his partners.

He spent more than half a year in such busy but fulfilling days, and it seemed that the crises before and after that were just a vague dream.

In a snap it's March again.

In the spring, they had picnics on the lawn and watched the shape of the airplane rise into the sky and disappear from sight.

The white swallowtail flowers were gently blown up by the wind and swept away by the exhaust blast.

The plane flew back and landed tremblingly before the wizard could hastily cast a levitation spell.

The first test flight was successful, and there were endless screams of joy.

Recently, he no longer uses a horse-drawn carriage to go to school, but instead rides a simple four-wheeled vehicle that uses magic stones as a power source. The rail cars on the road are also gradually being replaced by this type of vehicle, although there are still not many of them. There are also more and more street lights on both sides of the road.

As for attending classes, it didn't take him long to go from being awkward at first to being content with his job now.

But his classes were always full, with people crowding outside the door and windows, which made it a little scary every time he went in.

"It seems like Mo Lian has not been here these few days?"

He is one of the students who always attends the class and is the most active in asking questions.

"Senior! It seems he was called back by his father."

Inger paid some attention to it, but didn't take it too seriously.

Mo Lian hurried home and ran to her mother's bedroom.

The mother on the bed looked no different from the one he had seen a few months ago. She seemed to be asleep and still breathing, but she just couldn't wake up.

His heart suddenly dropped to the ground, and he turned to his father, the Duke of Reims Amiel, and said angrily: "Why did you lie to me? Why did you use my mother to deceive me?"

Duke Amiel stood beside the bed and looked at him coldly: "I sent you so many letters and you didn't reply, but you still remembered that your mother was here."

Mo Lian gritted her teeth and said, "I'm not coming back for a shit! Do you think my mother will wake up if you stay by her side?"

"...soon..." Amiel murmured in an ambiguous tone, and handed a note to Mo Lian.

Mo Lian quickly scanned the page, her expression suddenly changing: "What does this mean? This is the Queen's handwriting! Are you still in contact with her?! How dare you?!"

Amiel curled his lips and said, "Where do you think the medicine you gave your mother came from? She is the only one who knows the source and production methods of those medicines. She gave it to me before she left. It said that there is a medicinal herb production garden in the southeastern territory of Liweir."

Of course he knew that Lucia had bad intentions, but he had to believe her and follow her instructions.

Mo Lian couldn't believe it and couldn't help but crumpled the note into a ball: "Do you believe the words of this traitor? You lied to me that the medicine I fed my mother for so many years was all given by her?! You are killing my mother!"

Duke Amiel's horrified eyes swept over and said, "If it weren't for that medicine, your mother wouldn't be alive today!"

Mo Lian bit his lip and calmed down for a moment. He knew very well that anyone in the world could harm his mother except his father.

Even if his father killed him, he would not harm his mother.

The efficacy of the medicine must have been verified.

The problem is that this precious medicine must have a price. Mo Lian's face turned pale when he realized this.

"What did you give her for that medicine?"

Amiel didn't care: "It's just a small price, you don't need to know."

"You're saying that again! I've had enough. Don't say that to me again!" Mo Lian roared angrily.

Amiel glanced over and narrowed his eyes: "I thought you could help, but it seems you can't."

He called someone over.

The knights came running in and formed up.

Mo Lian hasn't reacted yet.

Duke Amiel said in a bone-chilling voice: "Lock him in a room to prevent him from harming himself. Provide him with regular meals three times a day. Do not let him out without my permission."

Although he didn't have deep feelings for the child, he was the child that came out of his wife's belly. He was also the child she loved, so at least he had to be in front of her when she woke up.

Mo Lian immediately drew his sword, and after a round of struggle, he was finally knocked unconscious by the knight and carried back to the room.

Before Mo Lian closed his eyes, he saw his father. He was looking at his wife on the bed. The wild hope and desperation in his eyes made him tremble.

Although the situation was tense, as the helmsman of the southwestern border territory, he easily left the country, and it took him quite some effort to enter Liweier.

Not long after, he received a secret reply from Longdor Livil, the Duke of the southeastern border of Livil.

In Longdor's secret meeting room, he saw another unfamiliar face.

"The fourth prince...?"

Rudolf laughed sarcastically: "The fourth prince is long gone, you should call me Li Weier."

Duke Amiel then remembered that Rudolf's late mother was Rondor's biological daughter. The reason why Rudolf defected during his exile was self-evident.

Duke Amiel smiled coldly in response. He didn't care much about Chune's fate. He had only one goal, to rescue his wife. To this end, let alone treason, he could turn into a devil at any time.

"It looks like we can start negotiating."

"Hahahahahahaha! The last piece of the puzzle! It's complete!" Mackay Olin put down his brother's letter, slapped the table and laughed wantonly. He waved his hand and said, "Someone! Call Chu Jun over!"

Elena was sweating all over when she arrived. She had just put her sword back into the scabbard and rushed here directly.

She wanted to complain, but when she saw MacKay Olin's face, which was slightly suppressing his excitement, she stopped smiling and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Are you ready?"

It was an ordinary sentence, but it came from the mouth of Emperor Levitra.

Elena pounded her fist on her chest and said, "We are ready to fight anytime."

"Okay, inform the parliament and choose a date to declare war."

Elena's eyes glowed brightly.

“Yes, sir!”

Alex finally received a call from his adoptive mother, Yunia Gazi, through a mirror.

He didn't even talk to his foster mother about it several times.

Yunia went straight to the point without any greetings, and was immediately called out after she finished speaking.

After he heard the news, the smile on his face disappeared completely in an instant.

Alex wrote the message briefly on a piece of paper, pulled on his coat and told Kumpeu: "Go find Inger and bring him to the palace immediately. Tell him to go directly to Her Majesty the Queen. Take my token with you. Quick!"

Soon, a group of people whom Ola trusted gathered in her study.

"Duke Amiel has arbitrarily blocked the entire southwest. Trains have been cut off, checkpoints have been set up on national highways, and all cities have been ordered to close their doors..."

Inger read it softly, and a chill went down his spine.

Ola looked at the two of them with no emotion on her face: "It seems that your prediction is not that accurate."

Alex asked, "Where's Christine? She didn't say anything?"

"Her ability sometimes works and sometimes doesn't." Ola licked her lips, her hand pressing hard on the message on the table.

The Jiazi territory is closest to the southwest, so the news came faster than all her spies.

Inger couldn't say a word. He just felt his throat was dry and burning.

It is now April 1893, not yet 1895.

Why?!

Ola looked up behind Inger, and Lanmore nodded: "I'll go and notify them. A military mobilization meeting will be held tonight."

Inger was silent for a moment and then said, "I'll help write letters to the various territories." He was also responsible for operating the mirror so that information could be delivered quickly.

Ola nodded: "Well, thank you for your help."

Ola looked at Alex one last time.

Alex smiled faintly, "I will take a team of knights to investigate tonight." He turned to Inger, gently holding the nameplate on his chest, "I will report the news immediately."

The teleportation stones in various places have been laid, and he will be able to reach the western border tonight. Of course, he cannot set his destination in the southwestern territory, he will go to the neighboring territory.

Inger's ears began to ring because his heartbeat frequency exceeded the normal limit. He looked down and saw that his fingers were trembling badly.

Alex held his wrist, guided his hand to his chest, took out the plaque and placed it in Inger's palm.

Alex imbues his plaque with magic.

Inger held his nameplate in his hand and felt his presence.

Although the magic power consumption of this thing will increase sharply due to the distance, it is nothing for the two of them.

Alex whispered, "No matter how far."

Listening to the voice that seemed to be infused with magical power and made him feel at ease, Inger calmed down, clenched his fingers, and nodded, saying, "Go ahead. I'm here."

Inger looked at Alex, who had already put on light armor, and walked out the door.

There are no horse marches and flowers as imagined.

Such a leisurely pace, as if I was just taking a walk somewhere.

Every time he went into battle, Alex never looked back. He always looked straight ahead, and the people behind him could only see his unbreakable back.

Inger closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and stayed with Ola all night.

The military mobilization meeting was a mess, and he watched the chaos in silence, concentrating his ears.

He didn't think about anything and just wrote down every word Alex said.

The next morning.

There were two brief items in the morning paper.

Duke Amiel rebels.

Livil declared war on Chugne.

Volume 2: Floating

Volume 3: For Whom the Funeral Bell Tolls

This is the end of the draft. Hahahaha, I have been writing while posting the draft. I hope I can finish it. Thank you for the readers who have seen this.