Fairy’s Box

It really came back!

Arley held the unconscious Wallace with one hand, his eyes pierced through the howling wind, and he turned to look at Edinburgh, where the smoke was everywhere. He immediately knew that the passage of time in the pure white sea was indeed different from the present world.

Suddenly, the black-haired knight smelled a mushy smell similar to barbecue. Looking back, he found that it was the smell of Wallace being burned by his own steel fighting qi.

You can't die yet...

He looked at the Highland Kingdom, which was scalded on a large scale, but still in a drowsy state.

At this moment, the anxious expressions on Pompey and the others' faces had not yet disappeared. What they saw was that Yale had just been absorbed by the light of the reception, and then fell from the depths of the sky in an instant. took a prisoner.

"Don't be stupid, go save people!"

Seeing that no one noticed the weakness of the black-haired knight at the moment, Charlene stomped her feet in anger, and her figure flew out with a blurry blue line. She was about to rush to the sky, but was blocked by a behemoth.

Laowa appeared just in time.

Its scales shone with a dazzling metallic luster, and the silver pupils seemed to be surrounded by hot flames. With its head held high, the three giant horns separated the thick airflow, which appeared below Yale with gust of lightning.

This lazy dragon, whose biological clock is completely different from that of humans, rushed out of the sea of ​​clouds, swooped to catch the two, and immediately flapped its wings to climb upwards, then slowly glide for a distance, and landed heavily in Edinburgh.

boom--!

A huge amount of smoke and dust spread out from under the dragon, and a huge mushroom cloud was set off on the ground. A section of the wall in Edinburgh could not withstand the wind pressure and suddenly collapsed outwards.

"Well……"

Laowa twisted his slender neck and looked back at the human on his back. A hot storm was sprayed from his nose. His pupils shrank slightly, and he said meaningfully:

"Lord Lord, you have changed a lot."

"Yes."

The black-haired knight carried Wallace to the gravel ground, looked up at the dragon, showed a weak smile, and explained:

"After all, one hundred and three days."

"..."

Lao Wa raised his eyelids and tilted his huge head, revealing a very anthropomorphic look of confusion.

"Are!"

The green-haired girl galloped all the way, and then slammed into his arms, crying with a cry, "You're fine, it's really great."

"..."

Yale looked at her tearful face and tried to raise her spirits, but her vision became more and more blurred. Soon, even Charlene's voice was gone, and all the scenery was elongated and deformed, becoming indeterminate. .

thump!

The black-haired knight hugged the green-haired girl's body, smashed his big head on the other's small head, and fell into a coma - he was too tired.

...

The kingdom is located in the due east of Edinburgh, backed by towering mountains and connected to the outskirts by underwater corridors, but for the Governor's Palace army with a large number of leading parties, it is not a secret. Long before the siege of the city, they closed the corridor to block it, so let alone living people in the current palace, not even a bird has time to escape.

Thanks to the orders of the Celtic governor, the soldiers and the terrible monster (Wasan) did not loot the palace, but sent people to contain it.

The night was dark and cold, like an iron curtain—like every night Kenneth had spent all this time.

However, in such a suffocating darkness, the shrill cries loomed in the ears, and the wind blew gently from time to time, the air moved, and the blood from the outside world was brought from the corner waterway-the Rosevians finally came. Now, as in the scene from his nightmare, these terrifying executioners bring blood and disaster once again.

The brilliance of the candle fluttered in the wind, and under the window, Kenneth lowered his head to look at the manuscript he was clasping, his brows filled with lingering worries.

"His Royal Highness! His Royal Highness!"

While meditating, he suddenly heard a low voice in his ear, with an indescribable flattering and begging tone.

Kenneth's thoughts were suddenly pulled back, back to the currently dark reality, and he looked at the sound and saw rows of court servants who usually watched him standing outside the door of the room, looking at him at a loss.

"what's up?"

His Royal Highness frowned, pushed the wheelchair to turn around, and asked lightly.

"His Royal Highness, we are guilty!"

The servants and maids knelt down one after another and slapped the floor with their foreheads. After more than ten consecutive times, they raised their heads and cried to one of Wallace's best maids:

"His Royal Highness, the reason we did this was forced by His Majesty Wallace. Please save your servant for the sake of us serving the royal family for so long."

"..."

Suddenly remembering the abuse he suffered on weekdays, Kenneth felt a suffocation in his chest, he folded the manuscript on his knees, looked at the group of servants kneeling in front of him, and said coldly:

"I am a cripple, how can I save you."

"Your Highness!"

A goatee valet climbed up to him, bowed his head, and said with a flattering smile:

"Everyone in the entire palace now knows that the governor of Rosevia has a relationship with you and is unwilling to hurt His Highness, so he has not come to loot here."

"..."

Kenneth fell silent. He didn't have any friendship with the Governor of Rosevia. At best, they had a fight, and they were just pleasing to the eye.

Although it is very puzzled, he is very clear that the reason why the entire palace can be preserved has a great relationship with himself.

During the period when the Roseviers occupied Edinburgh, they never interrupted the supply of the royal family, and even sent some supplies to their own residence by name.

Makes it seem like... I really have a relationship with the Rosevians.

"Your Highness, please save us!"

"His Royal Highness, we were forced to do it before. Now there are not many living people in Edinburgh. Your Highness, you must not want us to die, right!?"

"Now only you can save us... Your Highness!"

Seeing that Kenneth was silent, the servants thought that he was holding grudges, and immediately wept loudly, beating his chest and feet, reviewing his sins, and at the same time begging the only savior to give him a hand.

"do not Cry."

Kenneth lowered his eyebrows and said lightly, his fingers firmly grasping the armrest of the wheelchair, holding back his disgust:

"It's not you who are damned, go back."

The royal servants showed overjoyed expressions, stood up from the floor, and once again gave a deep salute to the prince who was supposed to be the king:

"Thank you for your kindness..."

Before he finished speaking, all of a sudden he heard a banging sound, something rolled down, and everyone in the room was startled, and at the same time raised their heads to follow the sound.

The thick twilight shrouded everything, and with the help of the faint moonlight, I could still vaguely see that someone was standing in the corridor at some point, standing alone in the blood-stained night wind—it seemed to be extremely panicked, As soon as it was loosened, the heavy object in his hand fell to the floor and rolled down.

"ah!?"

One of the maids looked up. Although it was not clear in the twilight, a cold light on the man's hand caught his eye, cold and sharp - that was a sword!

She was suddenly frightened and blurted out:

"There are assassins! There are assassins!"

The attendants just needed an opportunity to show their loyalty. In addition, the assassin's level was too poor to even hold a sword, so they naturally rushed forward, knocked it over easily, and brought him to Kenneth.

With the weak candlelight in the room, after they saw the appearance of the assassin, they immediately turned pale:

"Princess Sora!?"

"..."

In the faint candlelight, the lady who was subdued by the servants was as thin as a paper-cut, and her hands were pinned behind her by everyone, but she didn't seem to notice the pain at all. She just stared blankly at the figure in the wheelchair. The eyes were empty.

"Sora...how could it be you?"

Kenneth looked at his wife, looking at him in disbelief, suddenly his body trembled, and said in a cold voice:

"You, are you trying to hold me hostage?"

"Well... Wallace failed. If I don't want to die, I have to hold you hostage to get a chance to leave here... This is the only chance I have now." After a while, his bloodless lips moved, and he spat out a sentence.

"You poisonous woman!"

Kenneth was furious, clapped his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, and struggled to stand up. The documents on his thighs fell and scattered all over the floor.

After some struggle, he slumped onto the wheelchair, as if he didn't know what to do or say, but subconsciously covered his face with his hands.

"Your Highness?"

After a while, the servants asked cautiously.

"Let her go."

His Royal Highness continued to cover his face and responded like a gossamer.

"But……"

The attendants seemed to be unable to believe their ears. The affairs of Princess Sora and King Wallace had almost become an open secret in the entire palace, and now, this Highness actually wanted to forgive her.

"I said, let her go!"

Kenneth suddenly moved his hands away, his pupils shrinking terribly in the candlelight, as if a flame was brewing, and the blue light flashed away.

"As ordered!"

Everyone shivered, and were deterred by his former intimidation, and immediately let go of Sora.

"Kenneth..."

There was hope in the princess' eyes, she raised her head, and looked deeply into her husband's eyes.

"..."

His Royal Highness put his hands on the armrest of the wheelchair, and looked at her with a pale face, his eyes were empty and unfocused, as if he was not looking at his wife who had been with him for many years, but just stared blankly at the void.

The brief moment of staring at each other and silence seemed like thousands of years had passed.

In this suffocating silence, only a slight rustling was heard, and the manuscript floated scattered on the ground. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up a manuscript paper he had written during the day, and floated past Sora's eyes. .

"I would like to ask you to forgive my wife." - I glanced at it, and at the end of the page, a short line of "Your Excellency the Governor", which was as red as blood, was in front of my eyes. The white paper was blowing in front of me. Looking at it, tears instantly filled his pupils.

...

When Yale woke up from his sleep, it was already two days later. He opened his eyes and felt the weight of his left hand. He turned his eyes and found that Charlene was dozing on the edge of the bed with her arms in her arms.

By the way, I'm back... I don't have to face Wallace's expressionless face all day long...

The black-haired knight heaved a sigh of relief. The entire one hundred and three days of fighting had left him with a high degree of tension, and he never recovered from sleep. As long as there was a little movement around him, it would be a violent heartbeat.

"Ugh...are you awake?"

The green-haired girl was awakened by his heartbeat, raised her head, and immediately revealed a surprised smile.

"Yeah, it's indescribably easy to come back here."

Yale rubbed his forehead, maintained a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. Then he glanced at the surrounding arrangements and found that he was in the military tent, and asked:

"Are we outside Edinburgh?"

"Well, the city is very chaotic now... very chaotic..." Charlene rolled his eyes at him before saying anything - it's not all your fault.

"The residents of Edinburgh are different from the rest of the Celts. For two hundred years, they have been greatly favored by the Fannon family and are easily deceived by the Free Alliance. It is impossible not to kill them."

The black-haired knight patted her head, then sat up from the bed, rubbed her forehead and asked:

"Kenneth... by the way... is Kenneth all right?"

"The palace is intact, he should be fine."

The green-haired girl covered her mouth and replied forcefully while yawning.

"I'll go see him."

Yale immediately lifted the military blanket covering him, waved a falcon sword, took off his clothes from the hanger, and quickly put them on.

"Wait a minute, you haven't told me what happened after you were hit by that white light." Charlene immediately became unhappy, grabbing his arm, interrupting the other party's dressing movement.

"That's a long story..."

The black-haired knight lowered his head and kissed her face lightly, then pulled out his arm and said with a smile, "The one who needs to rest now should be you. When you wake up, I'll tell you."

After comforting the reluctant Charlene, and sweetly tricking her into the bed, Yalei walked out of the military tent in high spirits. As soon as he went out, he happened to meet Pompey who was oncoming.

"Your Excellency the Governor." The old man's eyes lit up, and he immediately stroked his chest and saluted:

"You finally woke up, are you going to work now?"

When Yale saw him, he also had a happy expression on his face. He immediately returned the salute and said with a smile, "You came just in time. The King of the Highlands I brought back, is there anything wrong with him?"

"Everything is fine, we're sending someone to treat him, but..."

Pompeo looked around vigilantly, and suddenly lowered his voice: "Your Excellency Governor, why do you need to bring back a living king, isn't it better for us to let him die unexpectedly?"

"I have my use."

A dark and cold light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the black-haired knight, he walked to the old man's side, and asked sideways: "...By the way, there should be talents who make blood eagles in the military camp, sir, please help me find one. Find."

"As ordered."

The old man showed a clear expression, took a few steps back, then turned and walked to the military tent on the other side.