Final Lord

Chapter 356 Reunion with Wei Yi
"An epic story that looks exactly like a cat..."

This sudden intelligence struck Charles like a thunderbolt, freezing him in place. His pupils contracted slightly, and his fingertips unconsciously tightened their grip on the reins.

Such an existence never existed in my previous life—there was no scandal of my father colluding with the evil cult, no downfall of Viscount Hank, and certainly no mysterious "cat-shaped epic."

--I see.

All the anomalies finally had a reasonable explanation. No wonder the historical trajectory of this life was so different from that of the previous one, no wonder those forces that should have brought disaster to the country and its people encountered one misfortune after another.

It was "they" who were secretly pushing all of this forward.

Why did this change happen? Could it be... that besides what I thought, there are other reborn individuals? Wei Yi Gru! Perhaps she is also a reborn individual!
The "Cat-Shaped Epic" was the ally she found!
Charles took a deep breath, suppressing the tremor in his heart. His gaze sharpened and hardened again, as if piercing through the fog before him, pointing directly to the core of the truth.

“Professor Pietro,” he said slowly, his voice deep and powerful, “In that case, we should contact Vey Gru as soon as possible.”

"Since they are willing to tell us about the Evil Spirit Church, it at least proves that they have no hostility towards the Buck Kingdom."

He raised his head slightly, his amber eyes reflecting the faint light of the sky, gleaming with an undeniable determination.

“An elder I greatly respect once told me that opportunities are fleeting, and if you wait until everything is ready before taking action, you will only let the opportunity slip through your fingers.”

"Keep going, Mr. Pietro."

Pietro stared blankly at the thirteen-year-old prince before him, a profound and indescribable shock surging within him.

He showed no fear whatsoever.

Even knowing that the other party might be an epic being far superior to their own, and even though the journey was fraught with danger and uncertainty, there was not a trace of hesitation in Charles's eyes.

His eyes held no fear of death, nor any apprehension of a powerful enemy; only a burning conviction.

For the future of the Bucks, he was willing to risk his life.

"It's...it's on fire!"

Pietro's chest seemed to be ignited by this burning will; he clenched his fists tightly, took a deep breath, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement:
"Very well! Since Your Highness is willing to risk even your noble body, what do I, Pietro Crimson Flame, have to hesitate about?"

"It's just a life! Today, I will risk my life to accompany Your Highness—"

"--Walk!"

……

The sound of horses' hooves, like rapid drumbeats, shattered the silence of the Sunset Mountains.

Charles and Pietro sped along and finally arrived at the foot of the mountain before sunset.

Thanks to Pietro's keen observation skills, he successfully crossed the dangerous Black Forest without alerting any monsters.

To their surprise, Wei Yi Gru was already standing quietly at the foot of the mountain, as if he had foreseen their arrival.

Her pristine white robes billowed in the mountain breeze, outlining Wei Yi's slender yet upright figure. Her eyes were lowered, her fingertips lightly tracing the hilt of the sword at her waist. Though she uttered not a word, her unwavering resolve, honed through trials, pierced the twilight and touched the very heart.

Behind her, a silent array of cat-like creatures stood in formation. Each adorable kitten exuded a dangerous aura, creating a menacing presence in the setting sun.

Pietro yanked the reins hard, the warhorse neighed, its forelegs rose high and then slammed down, kicking up a cloud of dust.

His gaze pierced through the twilight and landed on Wei Yi. His heart skipped a beat, as if pierced by an invisible sword. Memories flooded back, washing over his thoughts.

—That was the swordplay arena in the capital many years ago, where the setting sun cast long shadows of the two people.

Wei Yi's forehead was covered in sweat, the blade of the sword drew sharp arcs in the air, her breathing was already rapid, but she still refused to stop.

"Junior sister, three hundred sword swings are enough," he said lazily, leaning against the wooden post.

Wei Yi paused slightly, but did not turn around. She simply said in a low voice, "Senior brother, I am dull-witted and must work twice as hard."

He couldn't help but laugh out loud, stepped forward, and grabbed Wei Yi's sword hilt, forcing her to stop. The tip of her sword was still trembling slightly, and her knuckles were white from the force.

"If your talent is considered dull, then what about me, the number one genius in the capital?" he said half-jokingly, with a hint of self-deprecation in his tone.

Wei Yi finally raised her head, her emerald eyes reflecting the setting sun, yet revealing a complex emotion he couldn't decipher. Her voice was soft, yet like a dull knife, slowly cutting into his heart.

"The fortune teller said you have a loving and wonderful father, unlike me."

"Hey, you little junior sister, you always speak so sarcastically, it's unpleasant to hear." He scratched his head and said, "Father must have told you about that matter. I can't control my biological father, but you can have a father who loves you too."

"Senior brother, you've been so good to me, but... I'm sorry, right now my heart belongs only to the sword, not to you."

—The memory abruptly ends.

Pietro's throat tightened slightly. The junior sister who used to sweat profusely on the fencing field now had a sharper look between her brows, but her eyes held a calm composure that came with experience.

Her face was more beautiful and bright than before, but she was much thinner, with slightly prominent cheekbones, which added a touch of heroic spirit.

“You’ve lost so much weight. My little junior sister has been through so much hardship all by herself…” Pietro’s throat bobbed slightly, and he was about to step forward to reminisce when he saw that Charles beside him had already dismounted.

The young prince moved nimbly, and the stag motif on his gilded saddle gleamed in the setting sun.

He walked straight to Wei Yi, knelt on one knee, placed his right hand on his chest, and adopted a respectful posture as if he were meeting a king.

“Your Excellency, Lord Vieil Gru,” Charles’s voice was clear and solemn, his amber eyes reflecting the last rays of the setting sun, “thank you for everything you have done for the Kingdom of the Stag. If you had not uncovered the evil cult’s plot, the borders might already be engulfed in war.”

You are a true hero!

The mountain wind suddenly stilled, and Pietro stood frozen in place, staring at the scene in disbelief.

The prince, who was only thirteen years old, expressed his gratitude to a "traitor" with such humility.

Wei Yi lowered her eyes slightly, a complex emotion flashing in her emerald pupils.

She reached out a hand to help him up and said softly, "Your Highness, please rise. The Gru family has been wronged, and all I ask for is the truth."

When Charles stood up, he had already taken out a letter.

"This is a secret letter from King Charles II of the Bucks; everything is inside."

The Gru family was not only innocent, but also meritorious.

We can announce it to the world anytime you wish! We're not announcing it now only because we're worried about retaliation from that evil cult. Those cult members are all incomprehensible lunatics.

(End of this chapter)