You and me under the world tree

He felt that his instincts as a fighter were stimulated.

However, this is not some kind of fighting spirit, but a kind of fear that will be revealed involuntarily.

In the end, he just passed by the pair of men and women.

"call……"

He began to gasp for air.

What kind of emotion is this?

He doesn't understand.

Aftermath?

he does not know.

However, he subconsciously quickened his pace, and then walked to his mother's grave.

There is a bunch of flowers there.

Although it seems unreasonable to say so, in this special period, the so-called flowers are already considered a luxury.

Every household is busy storing food or property that exists as hard currency, and who would waste money on such things?

Their family wasn't famous in town anyway.

So will the person who put this flower be the man and the woman?

With this thought in mind, he turned around, but what he saw was the figure that was getting further away.

At the end of the cemetery, the man and woman are gradually going away.

However, what made him feel even more astonished was that he saw Wittig showing a look of astonishment.

The soldier who had always been extremely calm and never flinched even in the face of the King of Hunlan seemed to be trembling.

"Mr Wittig."

he whispered.

But at this moment, the soldier seemed to be unable to hear other voices.

Neither Ilmin nor Walter could hear them calling.

Then, he desperately turned the direction of the wheelchair.

"and many more!"

he opened his mouth to speak.

Under the sunlight, the silver-white hair and pale skin glistened.

However, this figure gradually faded away.

Can't keep up.

At his speed, he couldn't keep up anyway.

In the end, the anxiety in his heart shook his movements, his body suddenly leaned forward, and then fell down.

'thump'

He fell straight out of the wheelchair, but that still didn't stop him.

At this moment, his body seemed to have recovered to its peak for a moment.

Without needing to rely on crutches at all, Wittig's legs forced him to run a certain distance.

However, he finally fell to the ground, and even the holy sword was thrown out.

The whining of his body and the sense of powerlessness spread throughout his body, no matter how hard he tried, he was still weak, and he could only watch the figure gradually go away.

"Mr Wittig!"

Fists clenched, the warrior gazes into the distance.

In the end, he called out the long-awaited honorific.

"Your Highness..."

Chapter 6: Admitting is only embarrassing

A call was dissipated in the breeze.

However, because Wittig really had no strength, even breathing became difficult.

Therefore, it is questionable whether his call can be delivered.

If you don't pay attention, you might not hear anything at all.

At the moment, Wittig thought so.

And in his line of sight, the shining, silver-white figure did not stop.

I don't know if his vision gradually became blurred, or if he had really gone far away, she finally completely disappeared at the end.

Did not enter the town, because the entrance of the town is the opposite direction.

Her Royal Highness and her partner should have left this town.

After fully realizing this, Wittig couldn't help feeling a sense of loss in his heart.

As it stands now, his brain is a little confused.

Why did His Highness come here?

What purpose does she have?

He understands that these things are very important, and this is even linked to his original plan.

But plans are just plans after all.

When he really saw her figure, his first reaction was actually fear and anxiety.

Now, it has been several years since the original palace coup, but some things will not be erased so easily after all.

What is her attitude towards herself as a betrayer now?

Moreover, did she recognize herself when she passed by just now?

To equate this disabled person who seems to have lost his combat effectiveness and even has some difficulty in moving with the once agile warrior?

he does not know.

But vaguely, he didn't want her to recognize him.

If you want to say why, it should be that you are not prepared.

Moreover, he felt that he might never be ready.

What kind of identity and what kind of face is he going to stand in front of her?

No.

Absolutely not.

Thinking about it carefully, it would be better not to meet at all, so as to avoid embarrassment.

"What the hell am I doing..."

Regardless of the muddy ground, he covered his face, and all the mud was wiped on his face.

After seeing Wittig's appearance of losing his composure, Walter and Ilmin just looked at each other.

Then, they stretched out their hands, trying to help the soldier up.

However, when their hands touched Wittig, they were thrown away by him.

"Mr Wittig."

"Don't touch me, I don't need help."

Said the soldier.

His pale appearance looked extremely weak, but extremely stubborn.

As if to prove something, he put his hands on the ground and got up.

However, the previously strong and powerful legs seemed to be against him, no matter how they were used, they did not move.

Moreover, a strong sense of exhaustion also hit his brain.

He obviously only pushed the wheelchair before, and he obviously didn't take a few steps, but now he is as tired as if he had gone through a big battle.

This is the price you pay.

He moved his body desperately, and climbed to the side of the wheelchair in a panicked posture.

After seeing this scene, Irmin quickly ran to the side of the wheelchair and fixed it.

In this way, Wittig began to use the armrest as a support point to exert force, and with his remaining strength, he returned his embarrassing body to the wheelchair in a way that was almost dragged.

"call……"

After taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and meditated again.

At this time, although Walter and Irmin felt helpless, they just looked at each other and didn't say anything.

But to say why, because this belongs to Wittig's self-esteem.

Even so embarrassed, even so unbearable, but at least he got back to the wheelchair with his own strength.

It would be a shame for this once mighty warrior to have them help in such a matter.

"Ugh."

With helpless emotion, Walter bent down.

He picked up the almost dusty Excalibur, still wrapped in coarse cloth, and handed it to the sword master.

"Mr Wittig," he called softly.

"Thank you."

Wittig was obviously relieved when he touched the Excalibur Mimonger again.

This is the instinct of being a fighter.

Then, he opened his eyes again, but what he saw was Walter and Irmin's hesitant eyes.

This was actually completely within his expectations, after all, his previous performance was not at all relaxed.

"Did you all hear that?"

"Yes."

After hearing Wittig's first question, Walter nodded involuntarily.

"The woman before was..."

"It's the one you're going to contact next."

Before Walter finished asking, Wittig nodded.

"My lord, Dietrich, who bears the name of undefeated victory."

"Why is she here?"

"This...I don't know either."

Although there was a slight hesitation, Wittig still shook his head.

"But these things are not important. Speaking of which, I was the one who was taken aback."

"Mr Wittig..."

"She didn't recognize me, and she was relieved after thinking about it."

"..."

"No matter what, I, a traitor, don't have the face to appear in front of her."

He covered his face, then wiped again.

It looks like it wants to wipe off the dirt on the face, but in fact it can only be wiped evenly.