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

Sharduo remembered that she had told Ashlia that she wanted to be her shadow and devote everything to her.

Including one's own life.

Yes, life. This word, which was once so far away from Sharduo, had already been given to her by the princess in front of her. During the days with Eshilia, Sharduo never felt that her life was so valuable. She was no longer lonely, nor mediocre, just because she had obtained the mission that she longed for.

And now, in this sea of ​​fire, is she going to let her life perish along with her mission?

As if she had seen through the confusion and fear in Sharduo's heart, Ashilia managed to force out a gentle smile. The dying princess thought for a moment, and as if she had made up her mind, she spoke softly:

"Shaldur...become me..."

"Eh?"

"From now on... you are Eshilia Yad Pershipens, you are the kingdom's... princess..."

"Wha...what?"

Sharduo looked at the princess's slightly moving lips in disbelief, as if she couldn't understand what she was saying.

"But...I..."

"I'm sorry..." Ashlia smiled apologetically, "I... I'm so willful. It's obviously a heavy responsibility, but I want to give it to you..."

"I...how could that be! I listened to everything your Highness said!" Sharduo said in a panic, her face suddenly became empty again, "But...you...eh?——"

Before Sharduo finished speaking, Ashiliya grabbed her by the collar. She pulled off the golden silk tie on Sharduo's collar and gently pressed it on her wound.

Blood, the princess's blood soaked the golden silk.

Then, she handed the silk stained with her own blood to Sharduo:

"Run away... Sharduo..." Ashiliya squinted her eyes and showed an extremely sweet smile, "I believe you... I was wrong... I didn't protect my mother... I didn't protect everyone... I was wrong..."

Sharduo held the silk dyed red by the princess's blood in her hand and was stunned for a moment.

Your Highness the Princess...Do you want her to become a princess?

She was going to be...Aishiliya?

The wooden door was burned and cracked, and the glow of the fire poured into the room from the corridor. In an instant, light and shadow alternated, and Sharduo's shadow covered Eshilia, and included the dying princess in her shadow.

An unknown fear rose in Sharduo's heart, and she saw the road ahead - dark, dangerous, and filled with darkness.

But this was the princess's order, and she was the princess's shadow.

Shadows and darkness have the same origin, so why should we fear darkness?

Besides, this life was originally given to her by the princess.

"I understand... Princess, I promise you..."

Looking at the dying princess, Sharduo wiped away her tears and resisted the urge to choke.

"I will be you...I will lead the Kingdom of Grau Yad to its feet...I will! I swear!"

The moment Sharduo finished speaking, Ashlia's expression relaxed as if she was relieved. She sighed softly, her golden eyes narrowed slightly, and she stared at the world that she could no longer see clearly.

"Thank you...Sardo..."

"This is my duty... Your Highness, I am your shadow..."

Yes, she is her shadow, and this is her mission. Sharduo died in that alley long ago, and the one who is still breathing now is the shadow of the princess.

Ashiliya was silent for a while, her body gradually became cold, and her eyes became dim. The firelight coming through the wooden door became stronger and stronger. Sharduo knew that she should leave, but she was reluctant.

She wanted to stay with Ashlia even for a little longer.

"Shaldoo...are you there?"

Ashilia struggled to stretch out her hand in the air, as if she wanted to grab something. Sharduo knew that Ashilia could no longer see anything, so she used both of her hands to tightly grasp Ashilia's fluttering hand.

"I'm here!"

Sharduo tried hard to suppress her emotions that were about to collapse. She put the princess's hand on her face, passing the warmth of her face to this cold jade hand - this hand that had pulled her up from the alley and tied a bow tie for her. Sharduo was so reluctant to let go.

As if she felt the warmth on Sharduo's face, Ashlia suddenly became very quiet. After a while, she began to cry softly:

"Dad...Mom..."

The princess's golden eyes reflected Sharduo's golden eyes, but she could not see anything clearly. Her little mouth was slightly open, as if she was humming, or singing the kingdom's final song, conveying to the world the dying voice of the last descendant of the Pershipons family:

"I... miss you guys so much..."

A tear fell down her cheek, and the princess's golden eyes lost their luster. She closed her eyes quietly, and lay in Sharduo's arms as if she was sleeping soundly, with a peaceful expression, as if she was asleep.

Asleep, she just fell asleep.

Sharduo gently leaned her head against Eshilia's, and tears burst out like a dam breaking, falling into the sea of ​​fire that engulfed the kingdom.

......

Interlude) How can a nameless person fail to live up to his reputation? (Part 4)

What happened after that has become fragments in Sharduo's memory.

She remembered covering her mouth and nose with the silk scarf stained with Ashlia's blood and rushing into the fire.

She remembered that when she broke through the vortex of fire, she happened to meet Ryan who had rushed back from the atrium.

She still remembered that when Ryan was about to rush into the fire, the tall spire collapsed under the burning flames, and the entire church turned into a ruin in flames, engulfing all living things.

A big fire, a fire that reached the sky.

On the way to escape into the Wall of Pershipons with Ryan, she once again saw the body of Queen Celica - the once noble and elegant queen was naked, nailed to the cross on the main street of the atrium, and displayed to the people of the atrium.

They said that Celica's death was caused by the rebellious royal government and a coup led by Ehilia Ad Pershipons, who intended rebellion.

On the podium, Shardo saw Georgeson—he seemed to have aged decades overnight, but even so, he still spread those lies. He was the general beside the [Attack King], who would not believe him?

Usurpers ascended the throne.

When passing by the cross, Sharduo saw Ryan's clenched fists, she saw the tears flowing from the corners of the royal guard's eyes, and she saw the bloodstains on his palms.

"Depend on!"

In the meeting room at 31 Pixie Street, Ryan slammed his fist on the table, instantly breaking it in two. Most of the remnants of the royal government stood silently in the corner, not saying a word.

"It was Georgeson... He betrayed us..."

The guard's hands were shaking. He hadn't even reached the defense line of the upper city when he heard the violent explosion coming from the church. When he arrived at the church, he only saw the raging fire.

And there are those sparkling golden eyes rushing out from the flames.

He thought it was Eshilia, she looked so much like Eshilia! If Eshilia could survive the fire, then at least...

Queen Celica...Princess Eshilia...all died in that fire...

I blame myself..

"bass--"

In the darkness, Ruiyin silently drew out the long sword from his waist and thrust it into the ground with all his strength. He quietly looked at this divine weapon that was personally bestowed upon him by the [Attack King] many years ago, and his eyes gradually became illusory.

Did the Persian dynasty end in such an absurd way?

The Kingdom of Grau Yad is just being ridden under the lap of that mob?

When everyone was silent, a very familiar voice came:

"It's not over yet."

Hearing the familiar voice, Ryan raised his head suddenly. What came into his sight was the girl standing in front of the door. Her long light green hair, golden eyes, and the light coming from the depths of her pupils all made Ryan's heart tremble.

"Your Highness...?"

It took a few seconds for Rain to discern the tiny difference - her posture was obviously not as elegant as the princess's, and her light green hair was not as clear as the princess's. She was not Eshilia, she was Sharduo.

But...the light in that look...really seems like...

Most of the other people in the room were stunned when they saw Sharduo. They had all heard from Ryan that Ashlia died in the fire, but now she was standing at the door, alive and well.

"Your Highness..." The old butler staggered forward and slowly knelt down, "You...you are not..."

"I'm still alive. I released the false news to confuse the enemy." Ashilia raised her head and looked directly at Rein. "The one who died in the sea of ​​fire... was Sharduo... my cupbearer..."

Rein stared blankly into those golden eyes for a while. After a long time, he realized what Sharduo was going to do.

Was it Ashlia's order? Or was it Sharduo's wish?

Under Ryan's gaze, "Aishiliya" slowly walked in front of him. She slowly extended a hand to Ryan, her eyes somewhat hesitant but full of determination.

"Royal Guard," Sharduo's voice was extremely firm, "Can we still fight this battle?"

In the dark room, there was only one candle as a light source. In silence, the candle lit up Sharduo's golden eyes, and also cast a layer of light on the tears in the corners of the royal guard's eyes.

"You're right, it's not over yet."

Rein suddenly pulled out the sword stuck in the ground, half-knelt in front of the princess, raised the sword with both hands, and presented it to the princess.

"We will fight back," Rein raised his head and looked directly at Sharduo, "For the [Attack King], for Queen Celica, and for you..."

"Long live Eshlia Yad Pershipons!"

"Long live Eshlia Yad Pershipons!"

Everyone in the room knelt on their knees, surrounding Sharduo like the last remaining campfire in the hurricane.

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

Surrounded by the crowd, Sharduo lowered her head slightly and looked at her own shadow. She knew that she would no longer be Sharduo, but would become her.

She still has a lot to learn in order to walk this long road for her.

Can she do it?

Ashilia raised her head and looked at the dark ceiling, as if she was looking at the morning star above the endless darkness. She would witness everything with these eyes, and these golden eyes, the same color as the princess', would become her continuation.

"Heading towards the morning star (Wang Guoyu)."

......

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I am sure."

“It’s going to be painful and it’s going to be hard, but is that okay?”

"it does not matter."

Looking at the Eye of Hiplanda in the distance, Sharduo's eyes were as calm as still water. Rein was standing behind her, looking at her with a complicated expression.

Gazing at the distant waves, Sharduo recalled the days when she and Eshilia walked through the streets and alleys of La Vatino. She also stood on the hill of the old town with Eshilia, looking at the Eye of Hiplanda in the distance, and quietly looking at the sky above the sparkling waves.

Under the clouds in the distance, high walls surrounded the outline of the entire old city. That was the edge of the big cage and the last border of the Kingdom of Grau Yad. Sharduo remembered the hopeful look in Eshilia's eyes when she looked into the distance. How she wished she was still standing here. She was willing to be just a shadow.

But the fire, the fire kept flashing in front of Shardo, destroying everything.

"I hope you can guide me in everything I need to learn to become a princess, including etiquette and knowledge."

Sharduo turned around and looked at Ryan.

"And... teach me how to fight. I don't want to be a lamb to be slaughtered."

"I understand..." The royal guard nodded slightly, "But... Miss Sharduo, all this will be more difficult than you think."

"It's okay, Ryan."

Sharduo smiled gently. She tried hard to imitate Ashlia's expression, wanting to replicate the smile that existed in her memory.

"If this is what Her Royal Highness wishes, then I will do it for her."

"You can refuse," Ryan shook his head, "You were born free, and it was the royal government that dragged you into this. You have no obligation to help us..."

"I love her, Ryan."

Sharduo smiled softly, then turned around and looked at the lake in the distance. The shadow of the high wall was cast on the lake, covering the ripples.

"For her, we can't be imprisoned in a big cage...we have to get out."

Sharduo recalled Ashlia's smile. Her heart ached, but warm currents still flowed out of her, filling her eyes with hope.

"We must go beyond the edge of the cage, so that we can live up to her."