You and me under the world tree

And speaking from his personal wish, the reason why he is in this position is that there is actually such a feeling of rushing ducks to the shelves.

He hadn't thought about it at all.

But after trying his best to deal with the aftermath and stabilize the entire kingdom, he found that he had unknowingly stood at the highest point.

Gitland is unavailable.

He was in such a situation at the time, so he had to fight.

Sitting on the throne, communicating around as a king, protecting Gitland, who was already fragile at that time.

But from the beginning to the end, he is very clear about his position and cognition:

He was not fit to be king himself.

It's not that he's demeaning himself, it's just that compared with his brother who values ​​love and righteousness but is aggressive, he thinks that no matter what he does, he is not enough.

Although he tried his best to maintain the stability in the kingdom, he couldn't go any further.

When he finally adjusted the internal situation of the kingdom and set his sights outside the kingdom, his reliable ally, the Netherlands, suddenly collapsed, and Goth suddenly seemed to lose his aggressiveness and no longer launched an external offensive.

And with the lessons learned from his father, Otwal himself did not dare to "ask" for anything rashly.

Gitland itself does not have any natural dangers that can be relied on like Gothic, and starting a war without authorization is likely to lead to a bad situation.

With such a conservative mentality, Otwal just managed his kingdom into a small transparency that seems to exist, but has never participated in anything.

Perhaps it is for this reason that Gitland may be the most easily overlooked and weakest kingdom in the atrium.

"I... really don't have the talent."

After taking a deep breath, the aged king in the royal city took a deep breath.

Just before that, he received a desperate message from the front line.

The defense line has been breached.

And according to the battle reports of the frontline fighters, Norway seems to have reproduced the situation in Angentil.

The current King Gevarus did not know where to pull up a berserk army, and they tore up the defense line like a broken bamboo, and laid down the border.

"It's come to this point after all."

Before he could adjust his mood, guards suddenly broke into the palace.

"Not good! Your Majesty!"

Chapter 9: Maybe, this is punishment

Those are the guards of the palace.

To be precise, they are the guards stationed at the gate of the palace.

Just when they broke into the main hall for discussion without any prior notification, Otwal began to quickly adjust his expression.

"calm down."

he said in a low voice.

So far, the solemn but calming look has been restored.

This is his usual style.

In the eyes of courtiers and subordinates, the calmness shown by their king is the best stabilizer.

Ever since he became king, he knew he had to keep his cool no matter what.

Because only if he showed such a calm attitude, the people below would not panic.

After all, the king is the backbone of a kingdom.

It's just that this time was different from the past, even though he was calm, the guard who rushed into the palace was still impatient.

He didn't have time to adjust his expression at all, he just panted there, as if the road from the door to the palace was extremely long.

"Your Majesty, there is another battle report from the front line."

After adjusting his breathing a little, he spoke.

But even so, there was a lingering tremor in the soldier's voice.

Under the watchful eye of Otvar, King of Gitland, the guard handed out a letter.

And the moment his eyes touched the letter, Otwal felt his eyelids twitch wildly.

Because the letter was not ordinary, and it seemed that there were bloodstains on it.

It was already night, and under the light of the only moonlight and candlelight, the dry dark red on the sealed letter was extremely conspicuous.

"Why does it have blood."

Staring at the letter, Otwal murmured in a low voice.

But soon, he soon realized something that should have been noticed long ago.

"Why did you bring the letter in? The messenger?"

Otwal asked in a low voice.

"Where is the courier who brought the letter here?"

"He fell before the palace, Your Majesty."

The guard bowed his head and replied.

"But you don't have to worry about this. The co-workers have already placed the courier. He is just a little tired, and he seems to have never rested all the way back."

After hearing what the guard said, Otwal let go of his hanging heart.

On the one hand, it is of course because it is right to care about the messenger, but more importantly, the safety of the messenger itself can also represent the situation on the front line to a certain extent.

If the courier is badly wounded himself, it means he was hunted down.

That also means that the battle situation ahead is not stable, and it may even fall completely.

But if it's just pure exhaustion, maybe things are not as bad as I imagined...it should be right.

Thinking of this, the aged king couldn't help showing a touch of uneasiness and doubts on his face.

Although he thought so, the problem was that the blood on the letter was too obvious.

The dry, dark red hue almost made him shiver.

You know, his children are still on the front line.

His eldest son, Sejad, Prince of Gitland, chose to lead the army himself during the initial Norwegian invasion.

At the beginning, Otwal didn't realize the seriousness of this matter at all.

To be honest, he had a certain degree of confidence in his kingdom's defense line at first, after all, it was a kingdom that had been in operation for decades.

But since he learned that the border was completely penetrated by Norway, his self-confidence, which had been accumulated with great difficulty, became fragmented.

And now...

"Tsk, what am I hesitating about?"

After all, he is the king.

Otwal may not be brave and decisive by nature, but he also knows that now is not the time to entangle such things.

And just as he was thinking wildly, His Majesty the King quickly stopped his thoughts.

He clenched his fists, making his trembling hands as peaceful as possible.

Then, he quickly took the letter in the guard's hand, and then unpacked it directly.

There were still bloodstains on the parchment, but there was no bloodstain on the front of the writing, which made Otwal heave a sigh of relief.

He could recognize it at a glance. It was the handwriting of his beloved child.

And since there is no positive blood stain on it, it should also mean that he didn't have much trouble.

However, the situation there is definitely not optimistic.

Just after Otwal moved his gaze to the content written on the parchment, he felt dizzy for a while.

Maybe it was because he was old, Otwal felt weak all over for a while.

Although he had been sitting on his throne all the time, in the eyes of the guards, His Majesty's limp posture was extremely conspicuous.

"His Majesty?"

He asked tentatively.

However, he did not hear any response.

But when he raised his head, he saw that the aged king lost his composure.

Even though Otwal has always been used to facing his subordinates with a calm attitude, he really can't hold it now.

That kind of dizzy tremor just lingers in the body.

He wanted to clenched his fist tightly, but he couldn't exert any strength for a while.

At the same time, a gust of wind blew just right, and the parchment that His Majesty the King had at hand fell to the ground.

It just fell to the ground, and the content depicted on it was clearly displayed under the moonlight.

"This is……"

Just looking at it like this, the guard himself seemed to be struck by lightning, and he couldn't recover for a while.

All the characters depicted above were familiar to him.

But when they were pieced together, the young guard found himself illiterate.

For help.

rescue.

death battle.

The combination of these words expresses the unfavorable situation of the battle.

But it was the word that really caught the guard's attention:

"massacre……?"

This word lingered in his mind like this, which made the young guard feel a little at a loss.

"His Majesty."

He subconsciously cast his eyes for help on the always reliable old king.

He saw the old king put his hand to his forehead.

"Your Majesty, are you okay?"

And at that moment, Otwal raised his head.

Cold and angry.

It was completely opposite to the calm and gentleness he usually displayed.

After all, he was the king who ascended the throne amidst the chaos of war, so naturally he would not hesitate in such matters.

"Pass down the order, we..."

He closed his eyes.

In fact, for Otwal now, if he wants to make such a decision, he must feel unwilling.

After all, he is the king.

Although he really didn't have this desire at first, but now, the entire kingdom is inseparable from himself.

But now...

"Ask Goth for help, inform my brother, let him... no, let Studus come back, and send another person to the city of Wrath of Sky, Gitland also needs the help of the Netherlands."

He whispered his orders.

"Remember, you must send the appeal letter to them."

"Yes! Your Majesty!"