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

“This is my ideal.”

"More important than your life?" Edward's voice rose a few octaves.

"You will find it in the future, Edward," Hallilali answered irrelevantly, "find the one you must protect even at the cost of your own life."

"I can't understand it. I'm sorry," Edward lowered his head, "I...I don't want you to die."

These words came out of his mouth so easily that even Edward was slightly stunned, not realizing why he said such a thing.

The silver-eyed boy raised his head. He and the girl looked at each other, silver eyes facing blood-red eyes, under the light of the broken moon.

A gentle cool feeling appeared on his cheek, and when his vision focused, he found that the girl was stroking his bleeding cheek with her hand.

"Thank you, Edward. It's rare that anyone says that to me."

The blue crystal stopped Edward's bleeding. He knelt there blankly, while Harilalee stood up and looked into the distance:

"But now, we don't have time to hesitate."

Suddenly, Hallilali was stunned and looked towards a facility not far away.

Edward followed her gaze - it was the Black Lake blockade facility, a huge white shed.

"Is there anyone in there?"

"Yes," Edward nodded, "and there is only one person."

......

Interlude) Whisper (Part 5)

The Black Tide Knights' assault fundamentally negated the Star Alliance's basic strategy for frontline construction.

There was absolutely no sign or warning before it appeared. There was not even any netherworld transmission medium in the operations center. The Black Lake had been blocked and no abnormalities were detected at the time of the incident.

But it appeared, breaking through the ceiling without warning and landing on Edward's head.

Afterwards, when checking the radar detection records of the frontline operations center, the alliance did not find any special targets attacking from the air. This strange phenomenon made the human expansion plan stagnate, and they dared not act rashly.

"..."

In the ruins of the combat center, Hassanka Hafurgaard was walking among the people coming and going. It was drizzling, and it was falling on the ruins that had been destroyed by the Black Tide Knights. The neon lights that were being repaired dyed the rainy night with a touch of color, crystal clear.

Walking to the place where the Black Tide Knight fell, Hassanka bent down and used Hafrigard's unique perception ability to read the information buried in the ground.

But he found nothing.

Perhaps, the Lord of the Black Tide has incomprehensible power...

If the knight had not made a mistake in his prediction, it should have been just a simple warning, a way of declaring sovereignty.

[Lord of the Black Tide] does not want humans to continue expanding.

Hassanka stood up in the rainy night. He raised his head and looked at the night sky covered by dark clouds:

"Kors, do you really want to do this?"

......

Beside the ruins on a rainy night, Ivar leaned against the broken wall alone and refused all help from medical staff.

He remembered the great power of the Black Knight and lost consciousness without even a chance to fight back.

That is just one corner of the Black Tide's power, and the [Lord of the Black Tide] is just one corner of the [unspeakable thing] mentioned by Miss Harilali.

His light green eyes narrowed slightly in the drizzle, and Ivar suddenly realized how insignificant he was.

If the black sword swung by the knight had deviated just a little bit, he would have been dead.

In that case, the broken wall behind him will become his tombstone.

In the drizzle, the lonely boy leaned against his own tombstone, saying nothing.

He was used to it. From tearing flesh and blood in the alleys of Lorton to climbing the Wanren Mountain shrouded in wind and snow, he had always been alone.

It would be better to say that he had no real sense of death. It was just the end of life, and life itself was not a very meaningful thing.

He is like a lonely seagull, flying at the other side of the sea of ​​meaning.

"..."

"..."

"Are you OK?"

The slender calves in boots appeared in the field of vision. Ivar raised his head and met the blood-red eyes of Hallilali.

Through the drizzle, the two looked at each other, indifferent yet worried.

Ivar opened his mouth to say something, but ended up lowering his head and shaking it slightly.

Then, once again, a white and slender little hand appeared in front of him:

"Come on, you'll catch a cold."

Ivar raised his head nervously, and Hallilali's hands overlapped with the neon lights of the rainy night in his eyes, adding a layer of hazy beauty.

Are the bugs in the gutter worthy of the starlight?

"..."

Ivar was silent for a moment, and finally held Hallilali's hand and stood up with the help of her.

He originally wanted to say some caring words to the girl in front of him, but when he met those blood-red eyes, he felt ashamed.

After all, he didn't come here for great and lofty ideals, nor for the maintenance of order.

He just obeyed his father.

Not worthy.

"..."

Ivar shook his head at Hallilali and finally passed her by.

He knew that he was destined to pass by everyone.

......

Inside the Black Lake blockade facility, Hermes stared blankly at the dark lake surface, his hands trembling and his nails stained with a hint of black.

He touched the Black Lake, and there was an earth-shaking sound behind him, followed by an alarm that resounded throughout the base.

Just a touch.

Can I use that kind of power?

"..."

"Brother, what are you doing?"

A cold voice came from behind him, and Hermes turned his head sharply to find Edward standing at the door of the sealed facility.

"Nothing," Hermes replied automatically, "Are you okay?"

Edward did not answer him, but walked slowly to his side and looked at the Black Lake.

After a while, he said:

"Haley Lalee almost died."

"Really?" Hermes swallowed, "I thought she was very powerful."

"She is indeed very powerful, but in order not to hurt other people in the base, she did not use her full strength."

Edward turned his head and looked at Hermes. As brothers, just the contact of their eyes was enough to convey the message.

He said: If you have done something, it's not too late to stop now.

Hermes clenched his fists. During this period of earth-shaking events outside, he wanted to rush out countless times to join the defense of the base.

But Laplace, who received the signal that the base was attacked, immediately called him from the other side and told him not to act rashly.

Yes, Hermes is an intellectual talent that the Federation has cultivated with great effort, and he cannot be lost easily.

"Edward, it only took the Black Tide five minutes to negate the tactical system I have been building for so long..."

Hermes took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly in his calm tone.

"This... This is not a battle of the same level at all. We have no chance of winning against something like this. Not at all."

As he spoke, he turned around and looked at the lake surface that was as deep as a black diamond - even under the lights of the blockade facility, the surface of the black lake did not reflect any light at all.

"But what if... we can use their power? If we use the power of Black Water to fight Black Water, we--"

"Brother, this is wrong."

Edward took two steps towards Hermes, who stepped back subconsciously but then stood still immediately.

"What makes you assume that?"

"The gap is too big." Edward recalled the picture given by Hallilali and shook his head. "Besides, the Hafurgards will not agree."

"What's Hafgard? Your beloved Miss Halilali almost died at the hands of an ordinary follower!" Herames' voice rose eight octaves, "Humans should find their own way out. Only we ourselves can--"

"You just want power, brother."

Edward coldly expressed Hermes' deepest desire. He almost saw through his pitiful brother at a glance, his brother who was constantly tortured by the obsession with his duty.

Only those who are extremely well-off will feel long-term pain because of a small conflict of concepts.

Hermes is such a person. He lives a life of luxury, but accidentally traps himself in a mental cage and keeps struggling because of unnecessary things.

Edward knew this, and he also knew that he could not convince his brother.

"I'll tell father that you need to rest," Edward said, "I know you're tired, so take a good rest."

Edward took one last look at Hermes's nails that were dyed black, then turned and left.

Behind him, Hermes stood blankly beside the Black Lake, his legs trembling.

He once again heard the faint whisper coming from behind him, like a pair of gentle arms, gently hugging his trembling body:

"...I can grant your wish..."

...END...

9) Small and Ordinary Irreplaceable

Capital Aslan Castle - I-Tran Kingdom

People are insignificant.

The rain is also tiny, dripping like a thin thread that passes between the sky and the earth, and disappears when it falls on the ground.

The same is true for people. From birth to death, they are nothing more than a trace in the world, and then disappear into smoke.

But in the glorious past, people were not insignificant, they were great.

That greatness disappeared along with the old glory, never to return.

"..."

"Get out! Get on the boat! Don't waste time!"

Next to the cargo ship at the port of Aslanburg, gendarmes in red are maintaining order at the port. They raise their energy muskets with a hint of classical flavor to the sky, and the crowds gathered together are like drizzle falling into the muzzle of the gun, heading towards their final destiny.

Since William III changed the "Benefit Code", all people living on the main island need to pay a large monthly fee for their "right to survive". Except for a small number of dignitaries who can afford this large amount of money, others are simply unable to resist.

After all, even in the rich Aslan Castle, most people's lives are just barely enough to make ends meet.

No one could understand why William III made such an anti-intellectual decision: those who could not pay the heavy money were basically workers, and the loss of workers meant the loss of labor force, which would inevitably cause the operation of the city to stagnate.

William III also gave his own answer - he introduced a large number of mechanical labor from the Federation. Under the customization of Lansta Industries, the I-Tran royal family obtained customized labor robots that could carry out most of the production work.

Those workers lost their sense of being human overnight.

Protests were launched again and again in various places in Aslan Castle, but they were quickly suppressed by the [Steam Military Police]. The firearms of the resistance forces had no way to penetrate the factor shield of the steam armor, and there was almost no possibility of victory.

At the same time, William III set up a large number of city defense guns around Alfred Palace, and all protesters who tried to approach were deterred and retreated after one or two rounds of deterrent air fire.

Ultimately, the Aslanborg Revolution failed.

According to the analysis of the World Alliance, William III made such a move most likely to turn Aslan Castle into an armed fortress. And from his introduction of Lanstar Industrial Robots, it can be seen that he may intend to cooperate with the Federation to encircle and suppress the Alliance.