Mount and Blade

Because his short and slightly bloated father was just a head shorter than him. And with his usual personality, it was obviously impossible for He Kun to raise his head and chat with him, so the two kept a distance of about two or three meters from the beginning.

This made He Kun's face, already covered with abscesses and tumors, look even more hideous and terrifying in the dim room. The abscesses are like overripe fruits, slightly bulging, and pus seems to flow out at any time; while the tumors are like bombs buried deep in the flesh, making ordinary people feel frightened at a glance.

It was impossible to tell what kind of expression he had at this moment from his face that looked like the evil spirit of Nurgle, let alone his true intentions.

"Gulomberudo really wants to usurp the throne. If he really thinks about you, how can he really get along with your mother..." He Kun paused and then said: "He didn't think about it at all. Don’t you take this friend seriously? All you have ever done is just making wedding clothes for others. "

When Edward heard this, he couldn't help but clenched his fists and clenched his back teeth. That kind of thing... would be an extremely shameful insult to anyone.

Edward's eyes were fixed on He Kun, and the flames of anger were burning in his eyes. He couldn't help but grit his teeth, but he still suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, "...What do you want to express?"

However, He Kun suddenly laughed, which echoed in the narrow secret room, even a little scary.

"You almost killed your biological mother... That shameless woman should have experienced some suffering to wake up!"

"You have finally shown some domineering power that a royal family should have. As a result, Gurung Berudo's hope of becoming king has also been shattered." He Kun said coldly.

Recalling the feeling of his mother's slender and fragile neck about to be severed in his hands, Edward's hands couldn't help but tremble. That kind of thing...

"No...I..."

What the hell has he done! ! Almost...

"I understand." He Kun nodded matter-of-factly.

"This is all Gulenberudo's fault! You are not his shadow." He Kun patted Edward on the shoulder and whispered like a magic spell.

These lines were not thought up by He Kun, but the script was prepared by the director Madwu Xiu after he thoroughly collected relevant information about Gurung Berudo.

Although He Kun's acting skills were not very good, they were enough to sway Edward. However, it was obviously not enough to break him.

"Damn it...! Damn it, damn it...!"

A certain string in his heart seemed to have been broken. The will-o'-the-wisp of anger and jealousy burned in his heart, gradually pushing the two gentle fireworks to both sides.

In any case, Edward's performance at this time has completely followed the script designed by Madwood.

This scene was so happy that He Kun even had to try his best to hold back his laughter.

"There is no turning back. Do you want to continue to be buried in the shadow of Gulumberudo? Or do you want to control everything with hands stained with blood? It's your choice."

He Kun's words were as alluring to Edward's ears as the poisonous snake throwing out the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden.

Edward naturally heard the implication of He Kun's words, there is always a price to pay for everything.

But he doesn't have everything now...

Power and emotion can never coexist, it is as difficult to choose as fish and bear's paw. In this troubled world, for ordinary people, it is difficult to maintain a good mental state without any of them.

Edward's heart fell into extreme struggle and confusion. His eyes were bloodshot and his thoughts were intertwined like a mess.

He Kun's harsh laughter seemed to still be echoing in his ears, and Edward felt as if he was in a dark abyss with no way out.

"Is there really no turning back?" Edward murmured to himself, slumping down on the stool as if he had lost all his strength.

...how on earth do I choose?

His eyes were sometimes confused and sometimes firm, and his inner conflicts caused him to suffer.

"Do I really have to control everything with hands stained with blood?" Edward closed his eyes in pain, "But how can I always live in the shadow of others?"

At this time, he was like a ship lost in a storm, drifting on the rough sea, not knowing where to go.

He has always known that there is nothing in this world that can be obtained with peace of mind without paying anything.

The mother's love that brushed over his head when he was a child was just because the blood belonging to the Grand Duke still had value. Once you are ranked last, there is not much residual value, and no one will care even if you are captured.

So he has been working hard to become excellent since he was a child, always giving constantly, and then getting a warm smile or a few words of recognition.

Because as long as he achieves enough results, his mother will smile.

He always thought that he didn't work hard enough. However, the cruelty of this world made him understand that hard work does not always bring about fair rewards.

...Not everyone has the right to live and choose.

...Just like not all Grant people are the powerful monster that is Gurung Beludo.

Edward laughed miserably at himself. An ordinary person like him would never be able to break into the enemy camp alone and remain unscathed.

But the former best friend in his heart ignored his existence again and again. Grunberudo's own affairs always took priority over their comrades who had fought together for more than ten years.

He didn't even realize that his friendship with the Dragon Priestess had far exceeded that of a brother and sister, right?

If Benettikut was controlled as a hostage, Edward was absolutely confident that Grunberudo would surrender without a fight and kneel down in front of him.

Such thoughts flashed through Edward's mind. He had always been good at using various means to deal with the enemy. He admitted that he was not a person who acted uprightly.

For him, living on such a small island with limited conditions and extremely harsh war resources, he only needed to achieve the greatest victory with the smallest loss, no matter what method was used.

He knew very well that if he went along with the Grand Duke and tried to ascend the throne that could control everything with blood, he would become one of the most disgusting and dirty nobles he usually hated.

It also means losing everything that is currently close and yet not close, in exchange for an illusory throne promised by his father who does not like him.

No matter which one he chooses, he will feel a sense of emptiness as if his feet are off the ground, and if he takes a wrong step, he will fall into the abyss of endless darkness.

No... No one can understand Edward's torment at this moment.

If he had nothing at this moment, he would definitely choose the bait thrown by He Kun without hesitation.

When Madwuxiu came to him, he was already somewhat dissatisfied with Gurenbeluo, but he would still stand firmly by Gurenbeluo's side.

It was not until Kirstin's private conversation with Gurenbeluo that he felt worried about being excluded. The uneasiness of not being trusted was not without reason...

And Edward had fewer and fewer choices, and He Kun was undoubtedly forcing him to make a choice. Should I choose to rely on my father who is connected by blood but has no family affection, or choose to trust my comrades who have no blood relationship but are more like family members...

"What are you still hesitating about?!" He Kun looked at Edward's hesitation and urged him impatiently, with emotions in his voice that he himself did not realize. ——Admiration for the strong, mad because of jealousy, and anger that can't be controlled.

...In any case, I hope our original intention to protect this place will not change.

Hickel's words emerged in Edward's chaotic mind, like a thunder piercing the night.

The soft touch left on his lips seemed to be still fresh, and his wandering mind suddenly calmed down.

Of course he could betray Gurenberudo, after all, that was what he deserved. But he couldn't betray Hickel, and couldn't tolerate himself seeing Hickel's disappointment in him. A strong love soothed his restless ambition.

Yes, the one who has always been unrequited is the silver-haired woman with a pair of water blue eyes.

When he was bullied as a child, she stood up for him for no reason. It was not for some political means or interests! !

She dispelled his sadness and anxiety when he was in the most embarrassing moment. She was worried about the future and was sad about her lover's impatience... but she still listened to his experience patiently.

How could he disappoint the owner of those blue eyes? ! How could he bear to...

... Because you must be the one who can't bear to see Sister Hickel get hurt!