Quack! The life of a brave man is also a life!.

I have to sigh that he can actually talk.

After receiving the news, the king nodded silently and no longer paid attention to it. He knew that it was Bai Ci who got the design drawings, so his impression of Bai Ci was much better, at least much better than before Ritter.

You know, there has never been any good news from Ritt, and now Bai Ci has brought good news, which shows the gap between the two.

It turns out that the heroes from the other world are different and much better than the local heroes.

"Publicize this matter and let the people of the Empire know about our progress. It's not that the demons always have this advantage. We should also speed up the production of human-powered armored vehicles. As long as we have more people than the demons, then it won't be a problem!"

The king gave the order with a hint of anticipation in his eyes, and he was very optimistic about the human-powered armored vehicle.

But the next second his eyes flashed with a sharpness, and he began to ponder with a hint of murderous intent.

The person who invented this thing is definitely a talent, but it's a pity that he is not from the Empire. It would be even better if we could pull him to our side...

May be.

"Go, arrange for someone to investigate who invented the human-powered armored vehicle, and bring him over to our side if possible. If not, find a way to kill him."

The king began to make arrangements for the people around him, with a gleam in his eyes.

Such a person must be a genius, and he would be like a fish in water if he got him. If he couldn't get him, he wouldn't be able to continue living, and it would definitely be a big trouble.

The king's arrangements were quickly publicized, and the imperial capital heard the news from the front lines almost immediately.

……

Imperial capital, Duke Bloom's manor.

In the study of the stately duke's manor.

A young girl was sitting at a desk, her face full of seriousness as she looked at the document in her hands. Her pink pupils glowed red at this moment, and she stared at the document in her hands with wide eyes. The document contained the battle report from the front line and the results brought by the human-powered armored vehicle.

Her long pink hair was draped behind her head, the ends of her side hair were tied with a red hairband, and her bangs were parted to reveal her forehead, giving her a girlish vibe.

Her cheeks are tender and fleshy like a baby's, her long eyelashes tremble slightly, giving her a kind of youthful beauty, her red eyes and lips are lightly painted with lipstick, full of maturity.

Although her face looks young, her spirit is not childish at all and is full of maturity.

She is not tall, only about 1.4 meters, which is the height of a child.

The red cotton velvet windbreaker covers the upper body and above the knees, and the collar is white fluff, which makes people feel warm. The white dress under the windbreaker adds a sense of layering, making her look extremely cute.

But she is not a girl.

She is the eldest daughter of Duke Bloom, Manalo Bloom, who has reached adulthood, but for some reason her body has stopped growing.

"Failure, victory, failure, victory again... How long has this been going on?"

The front line has always existed since I was born. Every victory is followed by failure. Even if there is victory after victory, there will inevitably be failure in the end.

At first, I felt excited and happy about the victory...but I couldn't see any joy on my father's face. At that time, I didn't understand why my father didn't feel anything when it was something so worth celebrating.

I also feel dissatisfied with my father for this.

Until... after I witnessed countless victories and failures, I understood my father.

It's not that I'm unhappy, but I've gotten used to it. What if I win, what if I lose? In the end, I can't end everything.

I don’t know when it started, but I stopped paying attention to the front line because I didn’t know how to face it.

Whether I laugh or cry, I can't change it.

Until... that man appeared.

Brave! Leng Bai!

His appearance gave me hope for peace. He is so brave and powerful.

No matter how fierce the battle is, there will be victory in the end. No matter how hateful a person is, when they mention the brave Leng Bai, they will reveal a feeling of inferiority, yearning, and admiration.

But I am different. I sincerely hope that he can bring true peace, and I also hope that he can give me different expectations.

I am so looking forward to it...

The moment Leng Bai broke through to the Demon King's Castle, I was extremely excited and happy. I knew she could do it, she would definitely be able to do it.

Just like the legend goes... no matter how tragic the process is, you will win in the end!

Obviously I was looking forward to it so much at that time, and it felt like I was looking forward to it more than anyone else.

But...the brave Leng Bai died.

What a joke! How could this be possible! How could such a powerful person die? How could he die!

He should shine brighter and more dazzling, defeat the devil and return to the empire to lead the country towards peace and prosperity.

He will obviously bring peace to me and us!

How can I die!

I don't believe it! How could someone so powerful and dazzling die?

After the news of the hero Leng Bai's death was announced, I began to investigate his affairs. The more I investigated, the more frightened I became.

He, the brave, cold and white, is more powerful than I thought.

All kinds of people were full of joy for him, good, bad, evil, good, even those who were vague looked happy when they mentioned him.

Just like a saint...

I regret so much that I didn't have a good contact with him before, and just saw him from a distance at a banquet.

He must have his own ideas. I want to know what he is going to do and what he can bring.

I have never paid so much attention to such a person. I don’t know when it started, but I realized that Leng Bai has become the light in my numb world.

He will surely bring the peace I have been waiting for!

At this time, the door of the study was pushed open, and a spirited young man walked in. He had brown hair and bright eyes, and he showed tenderness when he saw Manalo.

"Sister, I'm back." The boy smiled kindly.

"Welcome back, Brochu. Any news?" Manalo smiled happily when she saw her brother coming back, and asked in a doting tone.

Brochu walked a few steps to sit opposite her, slumped in the chair, "Can't you care about your brother? You only have eyes for that man."

"How could I ignore my dear brother, dear boy?" Manalo smiled softly, full of kindness. Although she looked very young, her attitude was not childish at all.

Brochu's eyes were touched when he heard this, and he immediately said, "There is news that the man you love most appeared at the front line, but there is no news now."

"Tsk, what do you mean by favorite? He and I don't even know each other." Manalo smiled bitterly when she heard that.

Volume 1: Chapter 97: The Bloom Family

Brochu smiled and said kindly, "I work so hard for my sister's happiness. You know, I still remember the scene of kicking the son-in-law away. I thought you would never get married."

"What do you care? They are all nonsense anyway, so don't keep talking about them. Your sister will be angry." Manalo looked ahead with an unhappy face, full of the momentum to bully her brother.

Brochu shrugged indifferently. Hasn't she been bullied enough since she was a child? It would be too much to talk about it, but despite this, Manaluo was still her beloved sister.

She wanted her sister to be happy from the bottom of her heart, even if it meant a little hardship. After all, if it weren't for Manalo's protection, she would have died.

It was a dark and windy night. As a Duke, he had countless enemies, and that time he almost died at home because of his political enemies.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Manalo also used her petite body and stood in front of him, holding a long sword taller than herself. That was the first time Manalo killed someone.

The tender little face was covered in blood, but the pair of eyes that emitted red light in the darkness were captivating, and her stubborn gaze was deeply imprinted in the mind of young Brochu.

So Brochu will do his best to do anything related to Manalo, and force himself to do it. He has to do it. He is that kind of person.

At this time Brochu curiously asked Manalo, "Where is your father?"

"I went to the palace. Be careful during this period. I feel something is wrong. My father has told me several times in a row not to investigate the hero's affairs. I'm afraid he has received some news." Manalo became serious, remembered her father's words, and frowned deeply.

It was as if I heard my father's advice again.

'Manalo, stop investigating the hero. Whether he is alive or not, this matter is definitely not as simple as it seems. Others don't know, but I know... everyone who knew about the hero is dead. Even Saint Mammon is now completely missing. Manalo, I just hope you can survive.'

"Oh, Manalo, if anything happens... you take Brochu to this place. No matter what, you must take the things from this place away, and then take the things there to find Marquis Lilith Urfant."

This is already an obvious situation. The death of the brave warrior Leng Bai hides something terrible. It is like a bottomless pit that you will be kicked into once you get close to it.

"Have you been to the palace again? You've been going there quite frequently lately. Sister, do you think there's some secret?" Brochu asked curiously, his face full of excitement.

"I don't know, but Brochu..." Manalo suddenly didn't know how to start, and stared blankly ahead.

"What's wrong, sister?" Brochu asked curiously.

"It's nothing. Just be careful recently. I'm afraid something is going to happen..." Manalo didn't tell him the truth in the end, but just asked him to be careful.

Brochu's face straightened when he heard this, and he nodded seriously, looking very solemn.

As the son of a duke and a normal person, he definitely understood what this meant and that something terrible was definitely going to happen.

Just like the fall of the Church of Tiamat, there was no sign, no standard, and it was over when I opened my eyes the next day.

……

Imperial Palace, main hall.

A sturdy man strode into the main hall and knelt down in front of the king as soon as he entered. The king, who was sitting on the high platform, looked at the man coldly when he saw him.

After a brief silence, the king slowly spoke.

"How is it going, Duke Holheim Blom?"

"Your Majesty, the address has been found. Is there anything else that needs to be done?" Holheim half-knelt on the red carpet, lowering his head and not daring to look at the king.

The king was lost in thought, looking down mercilessly. After about three breaths, he slowly spoke, "Well done, Holheim. You don't have to deal with the rest. I will arrange the people myself."

"I understand, Your Majesty."

"Go down. You are tired these days. Go back and spend some time with your children. I will allow you to rest for three days." The king said kindly, but his eyes were sharp.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Upon hearing this, Holheim stood up respectfully and slowly backed out.

After Holheim left, the king, sitting on the throne, made a beheading gesture towards a shadow in a certain direction, and the shadow at that location disappeared the next second.

The king took a deep breath, propped his face with his hands on the armrest, and fell into the discussion.

Many years ago, he met a fortune teller who told him that he would die.

This forced him to strangle the fortune teller's neck and kill him brutally.

But before his death, the fortune teller mocked that he would be killed by a black sword.

This made him alert. What the fortune teller said might be false or just a casual remark, but who could be sure of such a thing? So he kept trying to find out about the sword, and finally learned the news from the woman.

The name of that sword—Star Sword!

A sword that is completely black with red blood grooves is not a weapon of this era.

That is a weapon from a distant era.

Now that he has finally found it, the next step is to make everyone who knows about this sword disappear, and then destroy it as quickly as possible!

Anything that threatens me must be destroyed!

The king looked coldly in the direction where Holheim left, his eyes full of murderous intent.

……

That evening, at the Duke of Bloom's estate.

Suddenly, a scream was heard in the quiet manor. It was Holheim's voice.

"You deserve to die——!"

His voice echoed throughout the entire manor, surprising everyone. The servants immediately ran towards Holheim's room, but halfway there they were flashed by an unclear knife.

Plop, plop, plop, plop…

They fell to the ground before they even realized what was happening, and blood was all over the ground. Blood was flowing out from the gap in Holheim's door...

At this moment, Manalo in her room was suddenly surprised, and picked up her sword immediately. Her eyes that were emitting red light were scarleter than ever!

The moment she put on her clothes, the door was pushed open.

"Sister! Are you okay?!" It was Brochu. He looked inside the house breathlessly, and he heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Manalo's red eyes in the darkness.

He quickly said, "I'm glad you're okay. I'll go see my father."

Unexpectedly, Manalo suddenly called Brosio, "Brosio..."