"I think you are my son, my first child in my life. It's okay if I don't do this, but please, Romanus. Let your sister go! She is also my child, and my blood is like you. Keep me hostage. Please, because you are my milk feeding, let Irina leave." The woman begged her son sadly, and the dagger in her hand stabbed into her skin a little, cutting her skin, leaving blood marks on her fair neck, while the other hand held the girl in her arms tightly, as if she was afraid of being taken away.

"No," the son's voice was panicked and at a loss, "Mother, no..."

He thought he was ready to face his mother, and he had even transferred the resentment to her before, even for his shameful and pathetic background, but now Romanus looked at his mother who was begging him. The young nobleman was shaken in his heart, and the sword holding the kink-killing in his hand was trembling.

But at this moment a heart-warming voice sounded in my ears—

The man snorted, "Why let her go?"

The Kuman mercenaries on both sides dispersed, and Muswar also took his men into the lower city area burned into ruins, interrupting the warmth meeting left by the mother and son with a slight sneer.

"By my life, I will protect my children!"

Princess Agelina pressed the dagger into her throat. Even so, she could even speak with the sword pierced her throat. "By the honor of my Prince Agrignon's wife," she told the Saracen man in front of her, and also looked at her son Romanus, "I would like to exchange my life for Irina's life, and let my daughter have a way out, I will let you do it." The princess' hand holding the dagger was shaking violently.

Compared to Princess Agelina's hoarseness and Romanus's tenseness, Musval was calm and composed as he looked at the scene in front of him. "First for life, hey," the other party repeated, with a mockery in his words, "But you are just Prince Theodor's wife... or a wife who has lost her chastity. Although Irina is also flowing with His Highness Romanus, don't forget that the girl has the other half of her blood on her body. Before it can't flow clean, your son can't sit steadily on the throne of Agrignon."

This heart-killing sentence is obviously not for Princess Ajielina. The warmth in her son's eyes faded away a little cold and hard.

Looking at the initiator Muswar, Ajelina's eyes could kill people, if the Saracen man could have been cut into pieces. "My husband treats you very well. Why do you have to do such a thing with ungratefulness? You must kill them all!"

"It's just a matter of loyalty to others. There's no ungratefulness? Besides, I did raise your son to be a talented person according to the task assigned by the prince." Musval didn't care about Princess Agelina's rebuke for him? He turned to Romanus, who was still hesitating.

The Saracen man was not in a hurry to urge his students to make up his mind, but quietly sighed: "It is indeed merciful maternal love? Even if he is willing to sacrifice his life, he must protect his children? Your mother does love your sister very much! After all, that child is the crystallization of her and Prince Theodor, but if he is in a different place, Romanus, would you say your mother do this for you?"

Musval's vicious and playful words penetrated into Romanus's heart like a poisonous snake, and his previous resentment towards his mother was unstoppable. Yes! This is what Romanus always wanted to ask in his heart? Theodor Ducas's ignorance of him is understandable, but what about this woman in front of him! If she really treats herself like she loves Irina? Why can't he feel it? If he really values ​​it? Why is he not recognized as the nominal male heir of the prince's title? The one who comes to teach him is also a hateful Saracen trainer. Bad memories pour into his mind like a flood? Musval's invisible words have perfectly extinguished Romanus's last conscience and remaining warmth.

The Saracen man quietly said in his student's ear: "Then it's up to you to decide! But remember that your mother has already made a choice between you and your sister, and you should give your own response next? My child."

Muswar's words seemed to have terrifying magic power? Princess Ajelina, who couldn't help but tremble, saw the sword in her son's hand no longer tremble? Her eyes were no longer shaken. Her son, who had no shame, stood in front of his mother and walked up. The two looked at each other silently in the dead ruins.

"Romanus--" Princess Agelina tried her last bit of strength to call her son's name, hoping that the other party would not cross the unforgivable bottom line again.

But the young nobles ignored it, "In the name of Agrignon's master, I will be sentenced to the extreme of all those who covet and usurpate!" He poked the long sword in his hand into his mother's heart with the child and twisted it.

At the same moment, Agelina looked at everything that was happening in front of her and screamed heartbrokenly, "No--"

Sure enough, did my mother choose Irina and give up on me? Romanus thought to himself, and continued to twist the hilt of the sword numbly, for fear that he would not be able to mess with his sister's heart. But he suddenly felt something was wrong. The long sword was wrong from the moment he stabbed into the child that Princess Agelina was pregnant. This was not the feeling of piercing the body. Romanus subconsciously moved his wrist without any feeling of any flesh and blood organs being torn.

Muswar behind him also noticed something was wrong and suddenly shouted at his student: "Go back!"

But it's too late—

Romanus drew out the sword that pierced in. Sure enough, it was not blood that was stained with on it, but something viscous splattered from the wound, and even part of it fell on his arms and cheeks. Just as he wanted to wipe away the pungent and smelly liquid, Romanus suddenly saw his mother looking at him with sad eyes, without any resentment, only endless regret and self-blame. The dagger in his hand had been put down at some point, but was replaced by a fire tiller with sparks.

Looking at her son, Agelina didn't say anything, her face showed a kindness and kindness that Romanus had never seen before. She calmly landed Mars on the wound of the "child" in her arms. The next moment, the mother and son were swallowed up together by the sudden blazing flames.

At the same time, the Saracen man realized what the princess who was soft on the outside and strong on the inside wanted to do and rushed up. At the moment when Romanus was about to be swallowed by the flame tongue, he pulled him back and kicked away his sword covered with burning flames and resin. But even though Musval reacted quickly, the flames still came too quickly and quickly burned to half of Romanus' cheeks like an attacking cobra, following his arm splashed by fuel.
Chapter completed!