The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

"Little princess? Miss Carly?"

"Come on~"

It was Carly who opened the door. She had a smile on her face and looked very happy. The girl in pajamas was sitting on the bed, trying to look calm, but Pace still saw a faint blush on her cheeks.

"Here, water," Pace walked to the bedside of Pearlis and handed her the water, "It took a while, and I couldn't find anyone, huh."

Perlis did not expose Pace's obviously not very clever lie of "I did this for your face", but gently sipped the croissant before taking the cup of water that Pace handed over. She looked into the cup, suddenly raised her head, and handed the cup to Carly:

"Medical kit, poison test."

"As you command~ Your Highness Little White Flower~"

Carly took the cup of water from Perlis very lightly, took a sip in a good mood, and pretended to take a sip before returning the cup to Perlis:

"Report! No poison!"

"Uh..." Looking at Carly who was acting like a good girl after getting the upper hand, Perlis didn't know what to say, so she silently lowered her head and drank a sip of water.

......

In the shadow of Sentry Tower No. 41, Grace raised his head and gently adjusted his glasses.

Then, he turned around and instructed the two thugs following behind him:

"Watch the door and don't let anyone in."

"Yes."

Under Grace's order, two thugs from the Sharp Knife Lion family guarded the entrance outside the sentry tower for him, while he went forward alone and entered the sentry tower.

The location of the No. 41 sentry tower is right on the boundary between the atrium and the upper city. Due to the subtle effect of its geographical location, it has become a sentry tower that the Sharp Knife Lion family has invested a lot of manpower in maintaining. As long as the rebels want to attack the upper city from the atrium, this sentry tower will become an insurmountable barrier for them.

In the words of Leon Keras, this was his Tower of Babel.

Since arriving in La Vatino, Grace has been restoring the functions of sentry towers for Leon. Seeing the edge of the cage extending to the perimeter of La Vatino, Grace can only perform his duties numbly.

But this time, this time is different. Today, the morning star rises again, and Grace wants to grasp this anchor that can change everything.

Grace quickly found the control console in the sentry tower. According to the hidden wires he had laid out over the years, he connected all the restored sentry tower wires to sentry tower No. 41 at the same time. In this way, this sentry tower had the power to mobilize the energy reserves of the entire Upper City.

Next, Grace manipulated the sentry tower's guidance prism to aim the tower at the sky.

"..."

After everything was set up, Grace looked at the sentry tower in front of him in silence, looking at the lever in front of him that would become the fulcrum for his great cause. Suddenly, he recalled himself at the graduation ceremony of Bond University many years ago, facing the applause from the audience.

The self who once died and is now gradually surfacing.

Grace gently brushed away the dust on the top of the operating table, looking at the artifact that once belonged to the Rosedes Dynasty, he couldn't help but whispered:

"Heed the call of the stars... Sword of the Kingdom..."

Grace raised his head, and above the dark and distant ceiling, he seemed to see the faint morning star.

Whether the kingdom can survive forever ultimately depends on the people of the kingdom.

......

"Little Princess, are you really going to sell Miss Eshilia out to Leon?"

Pace looked at the girl who was half sitting on the bed. Although she finally regained some color after being amused by Carly, she was still extremely weak. No matter how you look at it, Perlis didn't look like she could still fight, let alone take their princess away from the hands of the royal government.

Moreover, this is not the main reason. What Pace is really afraid of is Perlis's true thoughts.

Is she really the "Blade of Babel" who will do anything to achieve her goals?

After hearing Pace's question, Perlis did not answer. She took another sip of water and then raised her head slightly:

"Would you be disappointed if I said I meant it?"

"I..." Pace seemed to be choked for a moment and didn't know what to say.

"From a common sense perspective, if we want to leave La Vatino now, the best way is indeed to cooperate with Leon," Carly propped up half of her face with her hand, resting her elbow on her thigh, as she thought, "Well... After all, the plan to win the championship in [Shura Field] was disrupted by Zachamos, so it's impossible to hide it now."

"But...Brother Ryan and everyone in the royal government are not bad people..." Pace's voice was a little awkward.

"That's just an exchange of interests," Carly said coldly, "Don't forget, Thebites, our goal is the first priority."

"Then isn't there a way to have the best of both worlds?"

"If you can come up with a solution that satisfies both parties, that's fine," Carly spread out her hands, "but we don't have time to think about it. There have been too many unexpected events along the way. If we continue to stay here, the instability will continue to increase. Our top priority now is to cut off this possibility and leave La Vatino as soon as possible."

"What... is this..."

As Pace was trying to squeeze out the words in his mind, a voice quietly rose up:

"It's about to start again."

Perlis murmured softly, and Pace and Carly's attention was drawn to her at the same time.

"What?" Pace asked.

Perlis did not answer Pace, but looked out the window. The night scene in the upper city was different from the bleakness of the old city. The lights here were bright, and even at night, people in the commercial complex opposite the hotel were still having fun every night. The lights of thousands of houses were lit by the nobles living in the upper city, and the fuel was the blood left by the deceased king.

What a wonderful night view, what a wonderful prosperity that belongs only to a very few people.

Perlis cast her eyes towards the deep blackness of the sky, but could see nothing. The brighter the lights on the ground, the dimmer the stars above the dark sea seemed, like the residual light left before a candle burns out.

Even today when faith has not completely faded, the morning star that once towered high in the night sky has long since disappeared.

So, has the kingdom come to an end?

The cold and slender fingers tightly clasped the water cup in his hand, trying to extract even a little extra temperature from the gradually cooling hot water. The blood-red eyes gradually became a little dark, and a layer of light mist covered them again.

Suddenly, countless broken fragments flashed in front of Perlis:

"I just want to see that you are safe and sound, go..."

In the tavern, old Prince's mouth opened and closed, spitting out a wisp of residual soul.

"I want to make the Kingdom of Grau Yad stand up again."

On the track, the princess' voice was full of longing, yet also contained a hint of fear.

"Take the Morning Star as your target!!!"

On the battlefield filled with black smoke, the royal guards drew their swords under the scorching sun and faced the overwhelming force.

Everything points directly to a predetermined future——

"..."

Perlis closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, she had become indifferent and emotionless. All of this was reflected in Pess's eyes. He recalled the [Pure White Fireworks] he had seen when he first met her in the tavern. Suddenly, he remembered Perlis's identity:

She is the sixth seat of [Blade of Babel], [Pure White Flame]. She is not a saint who has never experienced the world, but a lone wolf who is determined to kill.

In this case, her choice will not be bound by so-called moral standards.

"Let's see if the people of the kingdom are qualified."

Perlis looked at Pace as he trembled slightly. In her bloodshot eyes, the rain of Loden flashed, gently falling into the land of this sinful city in the silence.

...END...

9) Shadow of Ashlia

"Ding-ling-ling...Ding-ling-ling...Ding-ling-ling...Snap!"

The alarm clock, which had just ticked a few times, was held down by a small hand and fell innocently on the bedside table. The owner of the small hand mumbled sleepily and slowly got out of bed. She changed her clothes quickly like a well-trained soldier and tied her long hair into a ponytail very skillfully.

"Ah...sleepy..."

After finishing everything, the girl yawned, walked slowly to the window, and pulled open the curtains. The dawn in the east just passed over the wall, lighting up her golden eyes.

Three days have passed since the battle with the puppet army.

And for the kingdom, the war has just begun.

Blood-red eyes flashed before Ashlia's eyes. She still remembered the girl's eyes. It was those eyes that brought hope to the kingdom, like the morning star that never fulfilled its promise.

She didn't want to let down the owner of those eyes, and she didn't want to let herself down.

......

"Good morning, Your Highness."

"Morning!"

"Good morning, Your Highness!"

"morning!"

Ashilia held a basket of bread in one hand and a bottle of milk in the other, and greeted everyone she passed by in the corridor. The morning at 31 Pixie Street was very lively. Facing huge challenges, every member of the kingdom did not back down, but worked harder than before.

"Aww... this is much better than the bread in the courtyard..."

As she hurried along, Eshilia bit a piece of bread. This was the harvest of the previous quarter in the old city, and there was still a small amount of bread in stock. Many high-ranking officials in the royal government did not like bread. They thought that the bread was hard and raw, and it hurt their teeth when they bit it. But Eshilia did not think so. She felt that as long as there was bread to eat, it would be the most perfect day in the world.

At least it wasn't sourdough.

After walking through the corridor, Ashilia walked out of the door of No. 31 Pixie Street and turned to the wounded camp set up nearby. This was the maximum use of space. Ashilia never minded taking the wounded to a place close to the government headquarters. After all, this would make it easier for her to take better care of the wounded.

In addition to her identity as a princess, the place where Ashlia most often stayed was the wounded soldiers' camp.

"Wow."

Ashilia gently opened the curtain of the tent, bringing the first rays of morning sunlight into the camp. She was afraid of waking up the wounded who were still resting, so she kept her eyes on the ground as she passed through the curtain, fearing that she would kick something.

However, when she raised her head, she bumped into countless expectant faces——

"Good morning, Princess!"

All the wounded on the beds looked at Eshilia. Some of them were soldiers of the royal government, and some were civilians who had volunteered to go out of the city to fight. When they saw the princess coming, they all had happy smiles on their faces, looking very happy.

"You're all awake?" Aishiliya was a little surprised. "Did you sleep well?"

"I slept very well! This is next to the Attack King's mansion, what a privilege." A wounded soldier with gauze wrapped around his head smiled, "Princess, is there anything to eat?"

"I've brought it to you guys," Ashlia waved the basket in her hand. The bread inside was emitting a wheat aroma. "Here, one for each of you. If you don't have enough, you can take more."

Ashiliya distributed bread to everyone, and then poured everyone a glass of milk. Life was hard, and the royal government had no way to provide meat for the wounded's three meals. They only had bread from warehouse after warehouse. But even so, no one complained. When they received the bread from Ashiliya's hands, most of them sincerely thanked her:

"Thank you, Your Highness."

"Thank you."

"Your Highness, this piece is too hard! Change it to a softer one!"

"..."

After distributing the bread, Ashilia found a bench and sat down to chat with the wounded. Her clothes and hairstyle exuded a sense of worldly affairs, but her face was filled with an elegant smile, which made all the wounded feel very friendly.

After all, it was the first time for most people to be so close to the princess. Fourteen years ago, before they moved into the old town, the princess was just a flower that they could only admire from afar, and they had never even seen her face clearly.

After a while, the curtain of the camp was lifted, and it was Ashilia's old butler. He bowed to Ashilia, which reminded Ashilia of the old Prince's posture:

"Your Highness, there are some things I can ask you..."

"Okay, here I come," Ashlia said as she stood up and waved to everyone in the wounded camp, "I'm leaving now and will come back later!"

"Got it, Your Highness. You are welcome to come often!"

Amid the enthusiastic cheers, Ashlia left the tent. As soon as she left the tent, the smile on her face dimmed.

"Is this news about Ryan?" Ashlia turned to look at the butler and asked softly.

"No, Your Highness," the butler said, "Well... there is still no news about the Royal Guard. The news I brought is something else."

"What is it?" Ashlia asked.

"It's the Blade of Babel. He's dead," the butler said, handing a piece of parchment with a briefing printed on it to Eshilia. "The spies said that Leon's men threw the body of the Great Prophet into a crematorium in the suburbs and burned it with the dead in the battle."

Hearing the news that the criminal was finally confirmed dead, Ashilia was not relieved. From the survivors of the battle, she only knew that Rein's last enemy was the Great Prophet. If that guy was completely dead, then Rein's whereabouts would become a complete mystery.

"I see," Ashlia said, nodding, "Anything else?"

"If there's anything else, that is..." The butler hesitated for a moment and sighed, "You should try not to deliver breakfast to the wounded soldiers' camp every day. Ever since they figured out that you would come in the morning, they have been waking themselves up early every day just to welcome you."

"This... So they are all awake because I'm coming..." Aisiliya was a little embarrassed.

"Yes, so..."

"It's okay. I'll just get up a dozen minutes earlier. I'll just give everyone something to look forward to."

As Ashlia spoke, she looked towards the wall of Pershipons not far away. The rising sun was illuminating the high wall that had been ravaged by war, looking like a warrior standing firm in the dawn.