The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

"Of course I have a reason! That thing is almost broken and it won't let me touch it. When I try to be nice to it, it gets aggressive."

"I heard from others that when naming a child, you add up what's missing. This must be because it's so immoral that they added that character in the middle. So I'm going to remove it!"

Felix said matter-of-factly.

"puff!"

"Vina, why are you laughing!"

"Hahaha, I laugh at Adramura's lack of virtue and Felix's lack of wisdom."

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The stone gates of St. Freya Academy were faintly visible in the thin mist.

A sound of horses' hooves came from afar.

The sound of the axle grew clearer and clearer as it approached.

Until a troop of cavalry on tall horses appeared at the foot of the academy mountain.

They were the team sent by the Laugher family to welcome Sigurd.

The leader was a middle-aged man wearing black armor and a red cloak.

As the distance closed, the middle-aged man pulled on the reins, and the cavalry behind him stopped in unison.

The man dismounted, walked forward, and respectfully bowed to the people waiting at the entrance.

"Your Highness Edel, Lady Tilisa, I apologize for the trouble my son has caused you."

“Count Feld, there’s no need for such formality. What happened to Sigurd is something none of us wanted to see.”

“The Earl entrusted Sigurd to me, but I neglected to look after him, causing him to be misled. I beg the Earl’s forgiveness.”

Edel had expected the Lafner family to send cavalry, but she never imagined that Feld would lead the team himself.

It is clear that they valued Sigurd more than they had anticipated.

“I have already heard the details. This matter is not His Highness’s fault... nor is it the Academy’s fault; it is all the child’s own fault.” Feld shook his head slightly.

"May I ask where that rebellious son is now?"

Adele and Tissa stepped aside to make way, and then they saw Ida pushing a wheelchair out, while Sigurd sat in the wheelchair carrying a wooden box.

Feld looked at his crippled son with a cold gaze.

"Father, I have disappointed you."

Sigurd's lips trembled slightly.

He knew that what would make Feld drop everything to personally greet him at the academy was not him, who had become a cripple, but Admira, whom he held in his hands.

"We'll talk about it when we get back."

Feld took the wooden crate from Sigurd with one hand, feeling the chill that could be transmitted even through the alder wood.

Two men immediately stepped out from the cavalry behind him and took Sigurd's wheelchair from Dr. Ada.

Ada handed a prescription to one of the knights who looked like a military doctor, and gave him a few more instructions.

"The Laffner family will always stand with His Highness."

Count Feld faced Edel, slowly put down the wooden box in his hands, placed his right hand on his chest, and knelt on one knee.

"Please rise, Lord Feld."

Upon seeing this, Edel immediately stepped forward and helped Earl Feld up.

"The Lafner family has guarded the empire's gates for many years; these small matters are merely what I should be doing."

"The Lafner family will forever remember your kindness."

Wise people don't need to spell things out too clearly.

Then Feld turned to Tilisa, "Lady Tilisa, I've heard that Vena and Felix are both your disciples."

Sigurd, who had been completely numb, suddenly became complicated upon hearing the word "Vina".

"The young man was reckless and did not know his own strength. I hope Lord Feld will forgive him."

Tilisa nodded slightly, as if apologizing for her disciple's behavior.

"We dare not accept that. Lady Tilisa's disciple repaid evil with kindness and returned Ademra. The Rafna family is deeply grateful."

"It's a pity that time is of the essence and we need to return home as soon as possible. I hope that Lady Tilisa and her two disciples will have time to visit the Lafner family, so that I can do my part as a host."

Feld cupped his hands in greeting.

"I will pass on the message to them."

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The glaring light outside the carriage shone mercilessly on Sigurd through the gaps in the curtains, yet it offered him no warmth whatsoever.

This was because there was another thing inside the carriage—Ademura.

Sigurd had dreamed countless times of being able to retrieve this sacred relic that symbolized the origins of the Rafner family, but he never imagined it would be in this form.

When she returns to her family, Ademra will certainly be treated with great care.

The Laughna family will search for a new master for it within the family, and even if no one is suitable, it will be specially enshrined as an ancestral relic.

It has nothing to do with this useless person anymore.

He had to consider whether this was the only opportunity he would ever have in his life.

Sigurd struggled to turn his wheelchair as close as possible to the wooden crate containing Admira, and with a heavy sigh, he managed to push open the lid.

Inside the box, Admira lay quietly, emitting a faint blue light.

Sigurd inhaled a breath of cold air, which caused him to cough violently as it affected his lungs.

He quickly covered his mouth and nose with his hands, afraid that his breath would contaminate Ademura.

Once the coughing subsided, Sigurd turned his gaze back to Adramura, only to find that there seemed to be something propped up beneath its blade.

Sigurd slowly reached into the freezer-like wooden box, trying to retrieve the item beneath Adramura, but accidentally touched the sacred object along the way.

It's a different kind of warmth.

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Chapter 353 The Silver Wolf Class's Declaration of Sovereignty

Adramra, placed in an alder box, had a sword but no sheath.

The scabbard was blackened by Viner.

This saves us the trouble of making a new scabbard for the new Amra.

Adramra, who has been imprisoned in a dark room for hundreds of years, probably wouldn't mind these trivial matters.

Sigurd pulled out a book from beneath Adramra.

Judging from the cover, it looks like something like a storybook.

Sigurd opened it out of curiosity.

......

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

After reading only a few pages, Sigurd felt deeply humiliated.

He abandoned his wife and children to fight the demon; to achieve his goal, he did not hesitate to involve all the lives within a ten-mile radius.

How could the Frost Sword Saint, who only weighs those who can be saved and those who need to be sacrificed, be like this?

Even being defeated by Wiener, whom he had never respected, did not shake Sigurd so much.

His first reaction was that this thing was something Viner had made up to disgust him, and he tried to tear it to shreds.

In fact, Sigurd was half right.

Wiener estimated that Sigurd was likely the first person in the Laffner family to discover this booklet, so he specially had the entire book plasticized.

This action, which would be meaningless to a normal man, was enough to make Sigurd unable to tear it apart no matter how hard he tried, leaving him only able to stare helplessly.

...

“This is our ancestor, Rufrey Laffner, a man of extraordinary talent.”

"He went too fast and too far, leaving everyone behind, and therefore lacked the ability to empathize with ordinary people."

"Desperate and independent, refusing to listen to others' advice, and resorting to any means to achieve their goals."

"But it turns out he was right; this was the best way to eliminate the demons and save more people."

"So we should also not let those ignorant people hold us back."

Feld held his young son's hand in one hand and pointed to the huge statue in the mansion as he introduced it.

"Then, Father, what about the other side?"

Sigurd asked, pointing to the statue that stood alongside the ancestors of the Lafner family.

“This is Kelda, our benefactor and a close friend of our ancestor Rufry.”

"After his ancestor perished together with the demon, he did not hesitate to give up everything he had in the kingdom and traveled across mountains and rivers to the empire, just to find the last bloodline for his dear friend."

"The spear skills that our Laughman family learned were passed down from him."

Feld patiently explained.

"But aren't we from a family of sword saints? Why do we need to learn spear techniques?"

Young Sigurd did not understand.

"Because our ancestor Rufrey had no successors during his lifetime, we only inherited his bloodline, but were unable to acquire his swordsmanship."

"It was our ancestor's son, Coman Rafner, who made great contributions to the empire with his horsemanship and marksmanship, which led to the establishment of the new Rafner family."

"The ancestor Koman once said that if he did not welcome back Adramlah, how could he have the face to practice swordsmanship?"

"Besides, times have changed. Rather than guarding against demons, we need to be more wary of the people of the kingdom on the other side. Naturally, there are fewer and fewer people in the future who practice swordsmanship."

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Go back to one day ago.

Jessica looked at Viner, stuffing the biography she had just finished compiling into the box containing Admira, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you think what you're doing is useful?"

History is never the same as truth.

It is normal for two sides to have different positions and hold their own views.

To think that you can convince people with empty words is pure wishful thinking.

Just like the incident with the Armor of Calamity, the reason why the Rafna family chose not to investigate further was mainly because they had already obtained what they wanted most.

So-called justice and truth are worthless in the face of Adramlah.

“Whether it’s useful or not, we’ll only know after we do it, right?” Viner closed the box. “I’m not expecting a letter to make them betray their master and ancestors, but rather to plant a seed of doubt.”

"As long as they have the idea of ​​verifying the authenticity of this message, it counts as a success."

"It's a thankless task," Jessica commented.

“Then consider me one,” Viner laughed. “After all, I’ve received favors from Admira, and I’d feel uneasy if I didn’t do something in return.”

"Here, this is for you."

Wiener pushed the box in front of Jessica.

“...Why are you giving this to me?” Jessica was taken aback.

“Take it to Edel. I can’t possibly use the Valentine Merchant Guild’s logistics for something this important, can I?” Viner retorted.

"You're treating me like a deliveryman?"

Jessica said, enunciating each word clearly.

“I’d like to go find Idelle, but you don’t want me to. I’m worried about Felix going. After thinking it over, isn’t it just you left?”

Adhering to the principle of making the most of resources, Wiener continued, "We've already helped so much, what's a little more?"