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

An unknown person, bearing the crown of the lost royal family. Sharduo doesn't know if she can bear the burden that is about to fall. She wants to fulfill that ideal on behalf of Ashiliya, even if there will be so many difficulties and obstacles along the way.

"Let's go, Ryan."

Sharduo turned around and headed for the path back to 31 Pixie Street. The fire flashed before her eyes again and again. No matter what, many people still needed to pay the price.

...END...

10) Hiplanda, Reborn of Hope

"On the windless scorched plain, a new bud quietly breaks through the soil."

——"Forbidden Words: The Old Testament"

......

The execution ceremony of Leon Kelast was officially held the day after the upper city was occupied.

On the bustling street, a tall execution platform had already been erected. Countless people were noisily surrounding the platform, waiting for the famous "Lion with the Sharp Knife" to show up.

The sun was blazing in the sky, just like during the Battle of Pershpurns Wall, exposing everything without reservation in broad daylight.

Soon, under the escort of a group of kingdom guards, the bloated figure wearing a hood was pushed onto the wooden platform. The guards forced him down on the wooden stake that was temporarily used as a guillotine and pulled off his hood.

"Fuck... Damn..."

Leon Kelast had an ugly scar on his face, and it looked like he had just been killed. He stared at the crowd of people in the audience and shouted in horror:

"I am your godfather! People of the Midgard! Have you forgotten how I fed you? Get me down now! These traitors are trying to kill me!"

However, no matter how much Leon yelled, the people in the audience just watched him noisily, and no one wanted to respond. Leon continued to yell for a long time, but no matter what he said, these usually obedient people seemed to have lost their memory.

"They won't listen to you, Kelast."

A voice came from beside him, Leon turned his head and saw that it was Rein in silver armor. He held the long sword with his left hand a little clumsily, and looked at the dying godfather with sharp eyes.

"Your rule has always been built on the people's fear of violence. Without that, you are nothing."

"Bullshit," Leon roared viciously, "You know nothing. They worship at the foot of my statue every year. I am a god! A god!"

Leon turned his head and looked at the crowd below. The muscles on his face were clenched into a ball, his eyes bulged out viciously, spit was spurting out of his mouth, and he screamed shrilly between his golden teeth:

"Save your God! Bastards! I am Leon Kelast, the Sharp Sword Lion. Are you blind?!"

However, no matter how Leon roared, the crowd in the audience just stared at him numbly. Seeing this statue that used to be worshipped in the upper city appear in front of them in such an embarrassed state, most of them felt like a lump in their throats, and a few began to whisper.

"He's fake..." A whisper drifted into Leon's ears, and he immediately opened his eyes wide and roared back with a voice that was ten times louder. The more embarrassed he became, the more the statue he had built in the past collapsed, and in the end only a void foundation was left.

False idols will eventually collapse.

Ruiyin looked at the [Sharp Knife Lion] in front of him with pity. When the sun was at its highest point, he raised his silver sword to the sky and began to pronounce judgment:

"Leon Kelast, you have committed treason, smuggling, and selling out your country. You have caused great losses to the citizens of the kingdom. The circumstances are serious."

"In the name of Eshilia Yad Pershipons, daughter of the Kingdom of Grau Yad, you are sentenced to death, and the executioner is Rein Tyras."

"May the gathering place of great wishes purify your broken soul, and under the morning star, you will be reborn (Kingdom language)."

After saying that, Rein aimed at Leon's neck. His hands were shaking - perhaps because his less-trained left hand couldn't bear the weight of the silver sword, or perhaps because he was nervous about ending the consequences of his past sins. The gradually aging royal guard had a blank expression on his face, the veins on his forehead throbbing, gathering all his strength -

“Wait… wait!” Before dying, Leon screamed, tears streaming down his face. “I can help you! I am the [Sharp Knife Lion], you know my abilities, right? You know that, right? Please, don’t, don’t kill—”

"Bam—"

Before he could finish his words, a violent explosion pierced the air and exploded from the rooftop in the distance.

A sharp bullet hit Leon right between the eyebrows, blowing off half of his head, which shattered into pieces and fell on the execution platform.

The arrogant godfather of the [Lion Knife] family didn't even know how he died.

Instantly, the noisy crowd became quiet. The kingdom's guards immediately became alert, gathering around Ryan to prevent the assassin from firing the next shot.

But when Ryan looked at the rooftop in the distance, he saw a familiar figure——

"what..."

Ruiyin put down his sword helplessly, smiled and sighed. He looked at his trembling left hand and realized that he was getting old after all.

"Although you are doing this for my sake, you can't always be so willful... Your Highness..."

Under the scorching sun, Leon Kelast's black blood flowed into the land of the City of Sin, and quickly coagulated, turning into an indescribable blood clot. After fourteen years, the proxy war launched by the Federation finally came to an end.

Meanwhile, in the area once known as the Upper Town, the statue of Leon was tied to the ground with dozens of ropes and pulled to the ground, breaking into pieces.

......

After that, Eshilia was crowned the Queen of the Kingdom of Grau Yad, officially taking over Celica's crown.

At the coronation ceremony, Ashilia gave two choices to all the dignitaries who had served the [Sharp Knife Lion] family in the past: they could choose to be exiled and become refugees in the wilderness; or they could turn over a new leaf, devote themselves to the royal government, and serve the righteous cause from then on.

Most of the high officials and dignitaries accepted the olive branch thrown by Eshilia with tears, and only a few of Leon's confidants would rather be exiled than bend. Even if these people did not change their ways, Eshilia made the same choice that Celica had made before: let them leave La Vatino with dignity.

"Whether you are heading towards the Iron Territory in the far north or the Tower of Babel in the west, from now on, the Kingdom of Grau Yad no longer welcomes your arrival."

The exiled nobles left La Vatino cursing. After they left, Aishlia nodded slightly to Ryan behind her and stroked her neck with her slender fingers.

"They won't die in La Vatino, but once they leave, it's none of our business."

Receiving the hint from Ashlia's eyes, Ryan nodded in understanding. He turned around and began to give orders to his kingdom guards.

After the coronation, Ashlia did not choose to set up the headquarters of the royal government in the upper city. Under Carly's suggestion, she planned to dismantle the defense line between the upper city and the atrium and merge the two areas into one. At the same time, a large amount of resources stored in the Lion's Nest began to be sent to the market in the atrium for circulation, and a large number of monopoly goods were put into the market, completely liberating the economic throat that had been strangled by the Lion's Fang for many years.

The government hall in the atrium was used to discuss democratic matters. Eshilia widely selected representatives from various parties from the public to let them participate in the decision-making of the kingdom. In her words, in this era when people's wisdom is not yet open, the opinions of the elite are particularly important. If it is as dictatorial as [Sharp Knife Lion], the kingdom will eventually go astray.

After doing all this, Ashlia returned to No. 31 Pixi Street in the old town and began to use a lot of resources to rebuild the old town so that all her revolutionary partners could live the life they had longed for.

Everything was moving in a good direction. After this catastrophe, the kingdom's banner once again shone under the light of the morning star.

......

10) Hiplanda, New Life (Part 2)

Taking the elevator, Perlis arrived at the top of the Persipune Wall. The weather was very good today, and there was not much wind even on the high wall. Bathed in the warm sunshine, Perlis was in a very happy mood.

After three days of sleep, Perlis finally recovered some strength and was able to go out alone.

And the first thing she did after she recovered was to come to see Ashlia——

"Long time no see, Perlis."

On the high wall, Ashilia had been waiting for a long time. The slovenly princess in the past had now changed into a dress that suited her status. The white gauze was embellished with light green lace, which set off her beautiful golden eyes. She looked extremely noble, and although she was still a little immature, she really had a bit of royal demeanor.

The most eye-catching thing is the light yellow scarf tied around her chest.

A bow is still a bow.

"You don't have to bow," Ashilia looked at Perlis with a smile, "I don't mind."

"...I'm not going to bow," Pearly said bluntly, "Foolish princess, wait until you learn to straighten your back before you act arrogant."

"I tried so hard!" Ashlia complained, "How can I get used to it so quickly? Ryan has been teaching me for fourteen years and I still can't learn it! One or two days won't be enough!"

"I understand, I understand...silly princess." Perlis muttered.

After that, the two smiled at each other and looked into the distance together. The azure sky was extremely clear, and most of the floating clouds in it were broken, as if some unruly fairy had torn apart a large ball of cotton candy and then randomly sprinkled it in the sky in a fit of anger, letting them swim as they pleased. In the distance, the Eye of Hiplanda was reflecting the light in the sky. The azure lake was sparkling, and the flocks of birds in the sky and the fish in the water would occasionally alternate between the two azure blues, weaving this plain and amiable scroll like a loom.

People chasing after the lake, blue sky and white clouds, flocks of birds and swimming fish, little by little, the paint is interwoven, splashing out a beautiful color that is far better than the luxurious lights.

The two of them stared at the distant view in silence for a long time before Ashlia finally broke the silence:

"Perlis, what would you have done if I hadn't chosen to face myself that night?"

Ashilia turned her head slightly and looked at Perlis's calm profile. Facing the princess's question, Perlis did not speak. She glanced at Ashilia slightly and continued to look into the distance.

Silence is her best answer.

Faced with the unfriendly truth, Ashlia lowered her head and smiled softly at herself.

"After she made me a princess... I have been avoiding her. I am not like her at all... I don't talk like her, and I don't act like her. I often avoid her, like when I went to the courtyard with you secretly before. That was my way of avoiding my responsibilities..."

"I can't do what she does. It's hard for me to handle government affairs and make important decisions. In the end, everything was taken care of by Ruiyin. He had to do so many things by himself. I could only barely maintain the image of a princess..."

"When Ruiyin disappeared, I was really panicked... I didn't know what to do, and I didn't know how to bear the burden... I often looked in the mirror and felt that it was her. But her appearance was already very blurry... I couldn't see what she looked like, and I didn't know how to become her... I couldn't do it."

Ashilia smiled tiredly at Perlis, gently combed her long hair, and sighed softly.

"I may never be able to replace Ashlia Yard Pershipns."

"That's not necessary," Perlis said softly, "I said that no one's destiny should be controlled by others. Eshilia's mission is not yours, and you have no burden."

"But... I want to inherit her wish..." Ashlia was a little nervous.

"Then do what she wants for her, as Sharduo," Perlis turned her head and looked at Ashiliya, "You can do these things in her name, but you don't have to be her."

"You are Sharduo, you should be yourself."

For a moment, Ashilia was stunned. Perlis knew that was the look that Sharduo would have. After a while, she sighed as if relieved and smiled at Perlis:

"Actually, you're quite inspiring when you talk about reason. I shouldn't have laughed at you before."

"Well...then listen to it!" Perlis turned her head slightly and pouted, "It's all for your own good..."

"Got it! Thank you!"

To Perlis's surprise, Ashilia suddenly took her into her arms and hugged her tightly.

"Eh?"

"Thank you, Perlis, thank you for letting me take this step."

Ashlia closed her eyes and smiled with great relief.

"You are my guiding star."

......

"So, when are you leaving?"

In the Doghead Bar in the atrium, Ryan was drinking all the liquor in his glass in one gulp, and then he pressed the glass hard on the table. Pace, who was sitting opposite him, also drank one glass after another, looking very worried.

"It should be tomorrow. The [competition] is about to start," Pace sighed, feeling a little nervous. "To be honest... it feels so fast..."

Yes, for Pace, he had been away from Thebite for less than a month. Before that, he was still a down-and-out young man who lived a life of drunkenness and dreams in the tavern, escaping from the world outside the tavern.

But now, he has become the hero who revived the orthodoxy of the Kingdom of Grau Yad, and the next step is to go to the country under the Tower of Babel. All this is progressing so fast that Pace has a sense of unreality.

Can he really handle such rapid growth? After all these drastic changes, Pace increasingly felt that he could not calmly face what might happen next.

As if he saw through Pace's thoughts, Ryan smiled, grabbed the wine jug with his only remaining left hand, and filled Pace with wine:

"Don't think too much, brat, just do it," Ryan laughed proudly, "Compared to those people who can only fart and do nothing, you are already a ** enough."

Then, Ryan filled his glass as well and raised it towards Pace.

"Come on, do it!"

"Dry!"

Pace grabbed the glass, clinked it with Ryan, and then swallowed the entire drink in one gulp. The strong alcohol burned his throat, which added a sense of reality to him.

"What about you, Brother Ruiyin?" Pace put down his glass and exhaled, "Your injury... can you really..."

"Me? I told you, this little injury is nothing." Ryan waved his right arm, which had been amputated. "The Blade of Babel cut off my hand, not my brain. If I want to serve the kingdom, this thing on my neck is much more important."

After saying that, Ruiyin glanced at the bar. The bartender had been replaced, but even so, there was still a framed photo on the bar.

It was a picture of old Prince, put there by Ashley herself.

"Besides, the old guys are still watching."

Ryan turned his gaze to Pace again, his determined eyes shining as if reflecting the light of the morning star.

"I can't say anything very philosophical, Thebit boy, but I think you can."

"Ha...Brother Ruiyin, you are too kind. I am actually still confused..."

"Sometimes it's good to be confused," Ruiyin tapped the table with his index finger. "If you see too clearly, you will be easily distracted by trivial things. It's better to be confused and only think about what you want to do. Then you will have no distractions."

"Is that so..." Pace lowered his head, thought for a while, and raised his head again, "I understand."

Suddenly, as if he understood something, Pace pulled out the cold steel knife that Ryan had given him from his waist, then put the knife on the table and pushed it to Ryan.

"I can't take this knife. I'll give it back to you."

"Oh, why are you here again?" Ruiyin rolled his eyes helplessly and pushed the knife back. "Here, this is yours."