"So that's it. Since you can become friends with the Black Lord of West, it is a simple matter to be friends with the King of Escartea."

The girl's eyes widened slightly. However, soon, she laughed out with a somewhat pranky expression.

"That's all, it's a piece of cake."

The count's eyes also had a smile.

"I guess Okebo's head was about to be spitting fire at that time."

"Well, it was really amazing at that time. When I just came back on Graya, General Okbo looked like his chin and eyes were about to fall off. Even Takasha was the same. Also, Long Yi, who was standing beside him, didn't laugh."

The Count, who was lying on the bed, also laughed again.

"It seems like all this is right in front of you. Alas, it's really a pleasure."

Next, the girl talked about the recent situation of the warriors of the King's Army such as Adam G and Jiatu, and the big victory in Tysha not long ago.

When talking about Roke, the count's face showed a slightly unexpected expression.

"Oh, that guy used to be a pretty naughty little guy, but now he's getting a little handy.

"He is very strong. So the enemy of the captain level can be killed. Okay, hurry up and take a break. You'd better not say too much now."

"yes."

The Count took a deep breath, then seemed to be able to see something, or it could be said that he wanted to see the girl's pupils clearly, staring at the girl tightly. Suddenly, the eyes of the two intertwined together.

"What's wrong?"

"When I didn't know, winter was over."

The walls of the underground cell will keep the temperature there stable throughout the year.

When the Count was locked in a cell, it happened to be winter. Now it is the season of spring and summer is about to begin.

"I only realized in the evening that the color of your eyes is really nostalgic."

“Remembering?”

"Ah, it reminds me of the May forest in my hometown."

The Count smiled gently.

"Si Xia, May's Mori is known as gem green. After the long winter, people took off their thick coats, and the flowers and plants seemed to vent their anger that they could not grow, and began to grow new buds, and the earth and branches were dyed into a bright green. This green is so unparalleled, it is memorable."

As the count said this, he stretched his thin arms towards the girl.

"When I think about it now, I haven't thanked you for your life-saving grace."

“It’s not time yet.”

The girl's tone was anxious, and she said, holding the count's hand tightly.

"It's not time yet, Earl."

"Nothing, don't worry. I will not die until I see Your Majesty."

The count closed his eyes as he said.

When Ryuichi Himemura came here with Misha and Captain as the guide, it was almost dusk and sunset.

Perhaps I had learned the details from Mixia, and Ryuichi Himemura's face was quite bad.

The girl's eyes in the room continued to alternate between the gradually falling sunset and the gradually weakening count. When the sound of horse hooves came into her ears, she immediately rushed out to meet the man who was rushing.

Both of them had a tacit understanding and didn't speak.

The bloodless face of Ryuichi Himura and the nervous girl had no need to say anything to each other.

The temple's attendant was taking care of the count for a moment. After thanking him, the girl and the man knelt down beside the count's bed.

This is obviously the long-awaited reunion of the man.

However, a low moan came from the man's mouth. After actually confirming it with his own eyes, he could not say a word about the count's injury.

"Earl, are you awake?"

The girl asked softly.

The earl, who was breathing weakly, opened his eyes weakly and looked at the girl. Then, he saw the face of another person beside her, and an indescribable expression appeared on the earl's face.

"I haven't greeted you for a long time, Your Majesty."

"My father..."

"It's not my wish, so that you can see this unconventional look. However, it's really joyful to be able to see Your Majesty's body as healthy as before."

"Sir Father!"

The man let out a cry of grief. Even at this time, his father still adhered to the way of being a minister. This made the man's shouting a little criticized.

The girl's face also became ugly. Maybe she felt that she shouldn't be here, so she stood up and planned to walk outside the room. At this time, the count called her.

"Little Warrior, are you still here?"

"Yes, I'm here."

The girl subconsciously replied that she had never thought about whether she was calling herself.

"Can you listen to the patient's last wish?"

"Yes, what is it?"

"Please listen to my confession. This is something that I have never said to anyone. No, I thought I would take this directly to hell, but now, I hope someone can listen to me."

"You've gotten wrong, you should tell your son this kind of thing."

The Count took a deep breath.

"I don't have a son."

The man and the girl couldn't help but want to speak out and retort, and then they heard what the count continued.

"Maybe it is understood that the existence called God in this world gave me a son."

The man was shocked by this sentence. The girl walked back to the count's pillow with a serious expression.

The count's lips were bloodless. But now, a gentle and warm smile appeared.

"This is already twenty-four years ago. Why did that adult choose me? Why did he ask me to take this child as his son to raise him? Even today, I still can't figure it out. This happened too suddenly, and I was full of surprise and panic. Because my wife was weak and sick, I no longer hoped to have a child, and this incident made me feel particularly happy. However, it was indeed difficult to make this child become a child born by my wife. Fortunately, my wife does not often appear in front of others and usually rests in bed, so she finally fooled her in the territory. But this incident is really difficult to explain to my friends. After all, it was a sudden incident, so especially for Okbo, I just handed him a message of "bringing a son".

Huhu, the Count couldn't help but laugh. Perhaps because he remembered the past, the Count's face was full of nostalgia.

"That guy ran over with a big change in his face. He was holding a bunch of gifts that he couldn't handle in his hands. He seemed to have regarded this as his happy event and hugged my wife happily. Then he turned around and scolded me loudly, saying that it was like not notifying me if my sister-in-law was pregnant."

The scenes that emerged in the count's mind, whether it was a girl or a man, seemed to be vivid in his mind.

He was still young and had black hair, and came to celebrate his friend with a panting. While chatting with the countess lying on the bed with a smile, he looked at the little baby lying beside him.

Only when he was not interested in his friend, he had a stern face again. However, although he scolded him seriously, he couldn't help but pat his friend's shoulder happily.

"I have been thinking several times, so I might as well tell Okbo the truth about this matter. But, 'Take this child as my son, and it is the order of that adult, and it is also a wish. As a result, I deceived my friends. Only this matter is the only regret I have left in my life. Now, even if I want to apologize, there is no way. If I have the chance, please bring my apology to Okbo."

General Okbo was not angry about this, the girl thought so, but she nodded silently.

The Count continued to talk about memories from the past.

"Although it is a gift, it is a child who is worthy of respect like God and cannot be treated casually. But since he has become my child, he must not be spoiled. I use all my efforts to cultivate this child into an outstanding person. I swear to impart all my knowledge and martial arts to him, and more importantly, to cultivate his personality and make him a real man who can be proud of when he goes there."

The Count took a breath. In his eyes, the forest of his hometown Sisha and the man's youth might appear alternately.

The Count's chapped lips slightly raised, which was a gentle curve.

"That child is really amazing. Although his life with his wife is not bad, since the child comes, life has been full of fun. In the blink of an eye, five years have passed, ten years have passed, and seventeen years have passed, and news of the death of the adult."

The count's voice was always filled with sincere joy, and for the first time there was bitterness.

"At that time, I was thinking, what should I do in the future. I was very worried that the future of this country will never be bright. Just as I was thinking about it, that accident happened."

The debauchery prince who put on the crown and equaled the more luxurious and enjoyable he played from now on, fell off his horse and died before he tasted the three flavors of the throne.

"I never thought that this sentence would be said from my own mouth. However, at the last moment of my life, I no longer need to hide anything. To be honest, I thought that this might be a good thing at that time. After my death, although the remaining prince was a weak and sickly eight-year-old boy, I felt that as long as the important ministers around me could educate him well, even if they lack courage, they could become a thoughtful king. However..."

The girl and the man knew very well that the count wanted to speak, but stopped, the prince's death and the deaths of the remaining two princesses.

"When the last princess passed away, there was a lot of sighs in the country. People were worried that the bloodline of the Escarteya family would be cut off and there would be no one who could inherit the throne again. What would the future of this country be like? Only I know that it was not the case. It was not someone else, my son was the child of the adult. He was indeed not the legitimate son, and his mother's status was also very low. But compared to those two princes, my son had a far superior qualification as a king. I knew this better than anyone else. But even so, I could not make it public."

The count's words stopped here.

There was silence in the cottage. The girl noticed her duties at this time and asked calmly.

"Why?"

"I can't bear to part with my son."

This sentence is so low, as if cursing yourself.

"My wife had passed away at that time, and all I had left was this son. I didn't want to let go of my son's hand. I wanted to hand over the treasured hometown Sixia, who gave birth to me and raised me, and then choose a girl of good temperament for him, and spend the rest of my life with my son and daughter-in-law. I had such a shameless and sad dream."

The girl subconsciously raised her head and stared at the man's face. The man held his knees tightly with his hands trembling.

This is not shameless, nor sad. The man's expression said this sentence silently. This is just a simple dream that a father naturally possesses.

However, in the earl's words, there was no trace of forgiveness for such a self.
To be continued...