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It seemed that O'Neil Andrew Morisette has fallen into a frightening, vicious circle. His cruel massacre has become the burden of the two assassins. Paul and Black Devil were not only responsible for disposing of the bodies but also to clear up the scene of the murder. When His Imperial Highness Prince was devouring bread from the house of the deceased, every bite he took felt like he was choking on the unspoken condemnation of his friends.

One week? Two? Time was distorted! Two kilometers? Three? The distance traveled seemed to have completely slipped his memory. O'Neil Andrew Morisette only had a vague idea of what he has done and what he was about to do. He was like a wounded wild wolf with a mild fever, hiding in dark corners where even mice dare not venture to, using his razor-sharp teeth and iron claws to gauge the diameter of his prey's neck.

Paul has not spoken in quite a while. He was lazy to respond to Shaw Curlink and more so found it beneath himself to converse with the prince. He kept bashing himself for letting Aya go off alone. Complaining was not something that Paul usually did. Perhaps... Aya could hang on! But... To evade the patrolling soldiers, he has not eaten a single thing for a few continuous days. Paul never dared to raise a fire in the wild nor enter towns and villages! The Deiss seemed to have mobilized the whole nation. Around-the-clock sentry points were set up in each village, standing armies patrolled back and forth at every intersection and every road. The situation became bleaker towards the South! Could it be that all this was for the three fugitives?

Shaw was concealed in the bush. His line of vision slowly dimmed as the veil of darkness descended, but he still stared unblinkingly at the three-story building at the outskirts of the tiny village. If the prince was adamant in his stand, then the master of the little building was about to suffer an unfortunate fate.

The starry sky cast a faint glow on the ground. The wild rattan on the fence has become withered, dried twigs. The dry twigs grew along the fence towards the courtyard and finally crept onto an emaciated banyan.

Oscar lit up a tinder underneath his cloak and through the dim light of the candle, scoured the map attentively. To be exact, this was a tourist map torn off from a travel booklet, so His Highness Prince only stared at it briefly before placing it down.

The candle died out and Oscar removed his cloak, took in a breath of fresh air and shot a meaningful glance at the Black Devil.

"Hey! I still don't know where this place is."

Shaw went forward, "The map doesn't indicate?"

Oscar spat quietly, "No! There is nothing on it. I better not find out which scumbag drew such a useless thing."

Shaw shrugged, not dropping any comments. These days he has seen enough. When His Highness killed, he had no principles and no clear objective, exuding only an emotion that was difficult to comprehend. Just how long would this emotion influence him?

"Shhh..." Paul suddenly made a gesture to hide! Oscar and Black Devil swiftly crouched down on the footpath covered with withered grass.

The sound of horse hooves approached and the hurried sound gradually eased into a steady trot as they stepped onto the pavement of the village. The arrival of the four knights startled the villagers who were sound asleep and lights flared up one after another in the households by the roadside. The master of the three-story villa lighted a candle and two burly men with kerosene lamp and weapons in hand exited the entrance of the villa. They greeted the knights loudly in the Deiss language.

"Need any help?"

"Yes please!" The leader of the knights guided his horse forwards. He noticed that the master of the building possessed the most luxurious establishment in the village. "Respected sir, we have returned from the Front Lines. Look, our horses are already weary, unable to travel any further. If it is for your convenience, I will like to..."

"Of course!" The male owner cut off the knight's words. He guided the reins for the knight, "Warriors who return from the Front Lines will receive hospitality from everyone, that includes me."

"That's too kind of you! We don't need much, just a warm meal and a bed!" The knight jumped off his horse and held the master's hand.

"Will do! Be sure of that! Red wine, onion roast beef! A clean bed and warm shower; I guarantee you that the Front Lines have never received such privilege!" The male host displayed his virtue towards the soldiers of the Kingdom's military.

"Front Lines?" Paul, who was concealed in the underbrush, frowned. He apparently understood the situation now. The Deiss have come across tremendous trouble. It was no wonder they sealed off the Southern territories like iron barrels.

"Red wine, onion roasted beef?" Oscar's eyes were evidently gleaming. The things that he and Paul were concerned of were two totally different matters. "Shaw, we must get rid of them!"

Shaw's eyes darted between the young prince who issued his order and Paul who was taciturn. Paul gave a faint smile. This time he was not conflicted, after all, certain things have to be straightened.

"But... The crucial point is that we are unsure!" Pierremore Andrew Nedgabel looked at the family's Commander-in-chief worriedly.

"Although I'm aware that the atmosphere in Dulin is downright bizarre, the dispatchers of the Family's Military Department didn't inform me at all! It seems that an operation will be underway, but I have no idea what is it for! Could it be... That you are uninformed as well?" As the Ministry of Senior Nobility's top spokesperson for the Andrew Family in the Empire, Pierremore has grasped the power structure of the capital accurately. However, only the matter this time had him floundering.

"Pamore!" Dortmund placed his coffee down. His shot his gaze towards the dim light in the hidden chamber. "Are you doing well in Dulin?"

"Why do you suddenly ask this?" Pierremore eyed his younger cousin.

Dortmund waved his hand, "No other reason, you need not worry. I merely want to know how you are doing recently."

Pierremore spread his hands, "Then let me be direct! I can't stand one second longer in Dulin, this wretched place! You know? The daily routine of the Ministry of Senior nobility is to shirk responsibilities, hurl abuses at each other and find fault among themselves. I will have my life shortened by hanging with those elders who are like the mentally ill."

"In other words... You are dissatisfied with the mission the family has entrusted unto you..." Dortmund surmised while stopping his older cousin who was about to refute, "Let me finish. Another possibility is... You don't enjoy it, but still carry out your job earnestly."

Pierremore's mouth trembled and he nodded slowly, "It is like that! But I never understood why you initially chose me as the Family's representative?"

"Because you deserve to be trusted! The Ministry of Senior Nobility is a powerful department that has drifted away from the Imperial power. The family needs a loyal, astute spokesperson such as you to influence the decision-making of this department." Duke Andrew bored into his older cousin's eyes but averted them instantly.

"But...Pamore, honestly, you have disappointed me!"

Pierremore Andrew Nedgabel's face drained of color! He eyed the Family's Commander-in-chief dubiously!

"Why... Why do you say that?"

"You yourself should be extremely clear about that!" Dortmund flicked his gaze over at him with slight contempt, "My eldest son has been hiding in the villa in the outskirts for quite some time now. How long do you think you can cover this up?"

Pierremore squirmed restlessly in his seat. He couldn't make sense of it; no one should know of that!

"Why? Do you not intend to explain yourself to me?" Duke Andrew stood up from his seat, strode over to stand behind his cousin and said these while patting Pamore's shoulder.

Pierremore twisted his head around and saw only the elder's hand grasping the hilt of a sword.

"Dortmund! You are mistaken! You have been mistaken from the very start!" Pamore, at last, decided to come clean. He felt there was no need to cover up anything any longer.

"Oh?" Duke Dortmund exclaimed gently.

"O'Neil Andrew Morisette can only bring chaos and destruction to the family!" Pierremore Andrew Nedgabel whirled around in agitation. "He is the top member of the Imperial Household. You and the elders of the family who are backing this child are far away in Narcissus County and can't fathom this child's temperament and capability! I have been observing for an extended time in Dulin! He is undisputedly dangerous! His ultimate unity with the Imperial household will not only taint the family's bloodline but will, as a matter of fact, reverse the nature of the family's military."

"These all I know!" Dortmund unexpectedly nodded, "You are absolutely right! If my little Oscar really succeeds as the family head, then the bloodline problem and issue of belonging he caused will become the Achilles' heel of the family."

"Then... Then why do you still allow him to carry on? Pierremore was utterly astounded.

"Because... Be it the family's conservative faction or radical factions, I only regard them as shortsighted waste!" Duke Andrew's hand finally slid away from the sword hilt and he returned to his seat.

"Pamore, you know? Everyone always views an issue with prejudice! Unless it is the God of Light, otherwise, no one can be impartially just! The issue of my young son is as such!" Dortmund gave the family's top spokesperson of the capital a profound look.

"Conservative faction, hehe! My eldest son is fond of theology and passionate about tradition. He dislikes change and detests everything that is brought on by the change. But in reality? Three figures who call themselves kings have already emerged in the Persian Empire. They are at war with each other and the collapse of this great Empire is inevitable. We are on the verge of losing our battle targets of the past four hundred years. If we don't alter the current situation of our family's military, then what path are we to take?"

"Secondly, the radical faction! Pamore, don't tell me that you didn't know Berkley plotted plenty of successful secret wars. Some were directed against the Empire's military, some against the Noble Elders who have voted in opposition to issues regarding the Andrews! Pamore, you have been delivering news from the upper class to Berkley in Dulin all the while. You can say that he owes you half the credit for the actions he managed to carry out! But have you ever considered; unless the Andrews can build a nation independently, otherwise everything you both have done will be for naught. Don't forget, independence is something impossible! The pledge of loyalty to the Imperial Household is carved into the intel of the family's Holy Church. This pledge is equivalent to breaking off all ties with the world! I believe that if the Andrews really achieve independence one day, then the Imperial Household of Morisette will gather all the religious nations and begin a crusade against the Andrews!"

"Our knights can defeat them!" Pierremore retorted stubbornly.

"So what if they defeat them?" Dortmund sniggered, "Even if we defeat all our foes, the Andrews will forever be branded as traitors! The God-chosen warriors will be scorned by everyone as sinners who committed treason. Those who were once friends will become foes, former neighbors will become ferocious beasts who will strike at us ceaselessly! If this is the radical faction's plan of progress, then I must say that these rascals have chosen a road of no return!"

Pierremore was taciturn. He was uncertain whether he was more inclined towards the radicals, or towards the conservative faction. He just refused to let the Imperial Household exploit that young man and rob Andrew of their honor and belief just like that, nor let them attain an opportunity to meddle in Andrew's affairs legally.

"Pamore! Actually what I mentioned is not the main point!" Dortmund resumed his elaboration, "I can practically guess how my eldest son struck up an agreement with Berkley! But one of the main things would be on how to destroy our young prince. Both the factions can only distribute the family's benefits once his threats have ceased. But... If I am still alive, their goals can't be achieved, so..."

"Hold on!" Pierremore was suddenly startled from his reverie, "There is absolutely no such thing! The defending force Uncle Berkley posted in the capital is entirely to ensure your safety. This I can guarantee with my life! You are the family's head, no one..."

"Wait for a minute now!" Dortmund shook his head, "It seems that I have chosen the wrong person! Pamore, how can you trust Berkley's excuses? If I am still alive, how will the conservative and radical factions distribute the benefits? Isn't this just clear-cut? They need to completely eliminate all the obstacles before them, only then can they put in place their stand! It seems that now that obstacle includes my young son whose fate is unknown, and me!"

"The stand of the conservative faction... and the radical factions are opposing!" Pierremore mumbled to himself.

"That's right! You finally figured it out!" Dortmund nodded, "So... Think when the threat created by the Imperial Household and the deterrence from the family elders no longer exists when the conflicting administration strategies of the conservative and radical factions are unable to achieve a compromise, what will happen then?"

"A purge! A civil war! Until... Until one perishes!" Pierremore deduced while covering his face with his hands.

Dortmund gave a faint smile, "Then... Tell me everything you know!"

Pierremore lifted his head. He knew why he was such at a loss when he arranged everything! The Andrews, who were about to lose their battle target, was so lost! The Andrews became paranoid, irascible! Their spirit and thoughts have plunged into a fear that they have yet to experience before. If the threat of the Persians really ceased to exist, then every Andrew will question what should they do next? The conservative and radical factions have paved two options, but both can't be carried out! Why was it like that?

Pierremore heaved a heavy sigh. Either way, his younger cousin was the true commander-in-chief. As of now, he could only strive hard to defend the commander-in-chief's status.

"It... It's like this!"

Oscar struck the leader of the knights with a heavy blow, "Don't waste my time, spill it!"

The leader of the knight moaned, knowing that his ribs were definitely broken. "The Titans... Launched their attack on the 31st of October and relying on the advantage of their military strength, they broke through fairly quickly..."

"No one wants to listen to this!" Oscar again broke off the knight's words with a heavy blow. He watched with satisfaction as his opponent fell limp like a maggot onto the ground. "Tell me! Where can the Titan army be found!"

"Head... Head Southeast... Walk another sixty over kilometers. There... There it is the actual area within the control of the Titans!" The knight offered while spitting out blood.

"Now wasn't that simple!" Oscar flung the battered knight aside and kicked over the master who was maintaining his sitting position. The corpse of the master made a dull thud as it fell onto the ground. The women and children who were cowering in a corner of the house let out quiet sobs.

"Ola! Red wine onion roast beef!" The young prince assumed the seat of the deceased and took his plate and food as his own. Head sixty over kilometers Southeast and he can escape his situation! This news was music to his ears! But Oscar could not find a reason to rejoice at all. He didn't know what was up with himself, feeling as if there was a pending decision that kept pestering his thoughts.

Among the four Deiss Kingdom's military knights, only two were still gasping for breath. They watched in alarm as three devils barged into the room. They had no idea how those men made their way into the villa and couldn't make head or tails of how they were subdued in a split second.

Paul's lean face was reflecting the blaze from the fireplace. He settled on the sofa with the women and two children of the villa by his side. The King of Assassins checked through the documents brought by the Deiss knights while flicking his gaze towards the survivors every once in a while.

Black Devil was leaning against the windowsill, his position allowing him to conduct surveillance on the outside and respond swiftly to anything that was happening inside the room.

Paul's attention paused over a few files that had red words engraved on it. They were concealed meticulously by the knights and were apparently exceptionally important. The King of Assassins didn't understand the language of the Deiss. He gazed at young Oscar who was digging into the food ravenously and couldn't help but sigh heavily.

"You should look at this!"

Oscar snapped his head around, astonished. In the past one or two weeks, this was the first time Paul spoke to him.

The prince took the files and affirmed that what he was looking at was the war report issued by the Deiss Front Line Command Board to the rear. There was a brief lapse and Oscar scowled, his face exuding a dangerous air.

"It seems that someone has lied to us!" The prince rose from his seat and strode towards the Deiss knight lying on the ground. "Walk sixty over kilometers Southeast! By then we will plunge headlong into the arms of the Deiss army.

Paul and Black Devil slunk forwards vigilantly. They knew that the young prince was about to commit something unforgivable. Paul blocked the line of vision of the children and women while Black Devil planted himself firmly beside the other surviving knight.

"Go to hell, pig of Titan!" The eyes of the leader no longer radiated fear. His scheme has fallen through and there was no reason to yield.

Oscar ducked away as his opponent spat at him. He closed his hand around the leader of the knights' neck and tightened his grip little by little. The other knight was struggling by Black Devil's feet, apparently wanting to take some action. However, Shaw Curlink preferred ending things clean and with a swipe of his dagger, he ended his opponent's life.

The young prince once again returned to his seat and kept the war report in his arms. It seemed there was a change in the situation. It was absolutely impossible to head Southeast for the Deiss have deployed tens of thousands in military strength. So... They could only take a detour around the border of the battlefield!

Oscar tilted the teapot fretfully, but the tea in it has gone cold. The prince snapped his head towards the mistress of the villa in annoyance. The mistress took both the children into her arms as if she was holding on to her everything.

The prince had an episode of Déjà vu as his mother once held him tightly like this, but thereafter, no one else ever did that again. Unfathomable anger that had welled up in him dissipated gradually, replaced by regret and sorrow. Oscar was convinced he would never remember his trip to Deiss, having barely made any gains but having lost his most treasured thing!

"Don't tell me... Your house doesn't have an attendant?" Oscar held up the teapot for the mistress. This household should have an attendant whom they could order around!

The mistress didn't answer but embraced her children even more tightly, her eyes evading his!

"This is bad!" Paul blamed himself inwardly. He should have found out about the villa's crew beforehand.

"There's someone!" Black Devil streaked towards the window and assessed the situation from the small slit of the curtains.

Apparently, a female dressed in attendant attire was proclaiming something loudly to the assembled villagers.

"We need to leave!" Oscar gave a bitter smile. He swept bread and easy-to-carry assortments of meat into his arms.

Just when they were exiting, the prince suddenly pulled on Paul's arm and gazed into his old friend's eyes.

"Can't you forgive me?"

"It's you who haven't forgiven me!" Paul evaded his companion's eyes, "Actually... The matter regarding Aya, I am also very..."

"Forget about it!" Oscar waved his hand dismissively, "Let it end here! I promise you I will no longer slaughter the innocent and you should also buck up as before!"

Paul nodded, pulled the women and children up from the ground, and then opened the huge doors of the villa, shoving them forwards

The flames cast red glows onto the enraged faces of the villagers. They held a variety of farm tools and stared at the invaders with hostile looks! There was no doubt! These were invaders from Titan. They murdered the kingdom's knights and even occupied their neighbor's residence. Their crimes couldn't be pardoned!

"Shaw, what are you doing?" Oscar gawked at Black Devil.

The assassin of the Imperial Household crammed the Deiss knight's uniform into a baggage, "These will come in handy!"

The prince nodded. He sauntered out of the door, completely disregarding the villagers who were crowded there! He then went straight to the stables at one side of the villa's courtyard.

Paul kicked aside a few eager youngsters. He had no choice but to rest the blade of his sharp long sword at the neck of the mistress. As it turned out, the people calmed down immensely.

Oscar led three warhorses and walked over. The people reluctantly stepped aside to make an opening...

Time crept forwards little by little, along with its inherent orbit and the path beneath their feet. When the Sun that hung in the sky became an ash grey furnace, a new day has begun! Time did not leave behind too many traces. It transformed the humidity of the forest and wilderness into ice-cold dew and the early winter air into clouds that gathered and dissipated ceaselessly.

The Sun formed ash white brightness behind the clouds. It was time that influenced the change of seasons, and the hallmark of each season was what painted this dreary color on the Sun. The people were unable to make out the intensity of the light ray from the minute halo. The woodland was cloaked in a layer of drowsy bright white color.

Noon came rapidly. The road beneath their feet stretched on infinitely, all the way until it was no longer visible and to the border of the wilderness and forest. Every so often, cries of beasts would ring out form the vast woodland. Occasionally, birds would soar out from the thicket and land on the spacious plains. As for the wild beasts who were cautious creatures, most of the time they would watch from the edge of the forest, only pouncing out ferociously when their preys presented themselves.

Dewdrops trickled down quietly, converging on branches and rolling off the withered grass.

"Woah!" The communications official James cupped the back of his neck in annoyance. A dewdrop dripped into his collar and the sensation was like an ice cube that rolled onto his body!

"This is sick! At such a low temperature, we still have to conduct an ambush! Does the commander want to freeze all of us to death?"

"Don't ask me! I don't know!" The most outstanding sentinel of the Second Corps under Titan Guard's Eighth Region, Maxime, shrank into the army pit as before. He scoffed derisively at his companion's grumbles. "Seriously James, if you dare, ask the commander like how you did a while ago. Who knows, you may be able to return to your homeland earlier than me!"

"Without a doubt!" James nodded, "But I would be carried back! Because the commander will definitely break both my legs!"

"Heh heh heh!" Maxime gave a brief laugh but was instantly thrown by the next move of the communications official. "Hey! Lad, what are you doing?"

"Can't you see? I am stuffing cotton into the crotch of my trousers. Oh goodness gracious! May I never encounter such a situation again!" James exclaimed while proceeding with it.

"Stuffing cotton?" Maxime was flabbergasted!

"Don't you know?" James widened his eyes, "This wretched part is freezing as well! Many of our brothers who have taken part in the ambushes suffer from a strange disease. I can't explain it clearly, but in any case, it is experiencing excruciating pain when urinating! I am unmarried! I certainly don't want my tool that carries on my ancestral line to freeze!"

"I am married with two children!" Maxime boasted. He was relieved that he didn't have to face the issues of the youngsters.

"Then you should all the more take good care of your tool!" James quipped, dead serious, "It is said that the illness could render your tool paralyzed. There's not much to say about us bachelors who have never had a taste of it, but you! How many wonderful experiences have you had? Don't tell me you intend to thoroughly give up your intimate relationship with your wife!"

"Is... Is it that serious?"

"Of course!" The communications official puffed out his chest, "In the army, I am most well-informed. Some of our brothers' symptoms are extremely severe and the military doctor told them to maintain their boots and stockings dry and best pad it with things to keep it snug! Believe me, old friend, I will not go wrong!"

Maxime stared blankly momentarily but quickly came to a decision. "Do... Do you still have cotton?"

"Certainly! I've already prepared it for you!" James fished out a shiny white cotton from his pocket, not knowing which unlucky soul had his quilt torn apart.

"Wait! Hold on!" Worry suddenly etched across the sentinel's face. "There's movement!"

The booming sound of horse hooves came from the edge of the woodland. Three knights dressed in Deiss military uniform galloped into the woods on their horses. The sparse light in the woodland shone upon the knights and fell in strips through the withering branches. The knight in the lead pulled his warhorse to a stop swiftly and swerved his horse around to face outwards.

"Let's stop! The Deiss won't easily follow us here!" Oscar called out to the King of Assassins and Shaw Curlink. They rode on to a spot outside the thicket and surveyed the wilderness laid out before them.

"How can it be? They are speaking the Titan language!" James watched carefully from the military pit not far from the few knights.

"Shut up! Quiet!" Maxime silenced his communications official. He was also perplexed as to why the few men dressed in Deiss military uniform, speaking the Titan language suddenly burst into the ambush circle of the assault camp.

Smoke rose up in the wilderness like a raging tornado! The smoke and dust fanned out, creeping closer towards the woodlands! As one zoomed into the scene, an army of Deiss knights was seen charging out of the horizon one after another like spirits under daylight. They continued to shrink their formation in the wilderness. At last, when there was about one kilometer left from the vast Black woods, the ranks made up of about three to four hundred men halted in their advance, facing the Front Lines of sixty horses lined up in the thicket.

"Why should we stop?" Marquis Harriens Van Rousted questioned the cavalry commander with slight irritation.

"My apologies Sir, this is already the Front Line of the Battlefront. Before us are the actual areas within the Titan's control. One of the Titan's mountain corps is fighting as a guerilla troop in the thicket and a few of our assault unit has suffered losses! If you wish to enter, go ahead, but I don't know what will happen then!"

Harriens laughed coldly and measured up the leader of the knights before him with disdain, "Having an area controlled by the Titan's appear in the Kingdom's territory. As a soldier of the Kingdom, don't you feel embarrassed bringing this up to me?"

The leader of the knights didn't reply but instead gazed at a point not far off into the forest.

Although he just received a mouthful from Harriens, he still didn't advance another step forwards. As to his knowledge, Titan guard's Second Corps of the Eighth Region were indeed very much active.

"O'Neil" Harriens unexpectedly bellowed towards the forest, "I know you're there! Don't tell me you don't want to see what gifts I have brought you!"

Paul gazed at the Deiss outside the forest, laughed bitterly and swiveled to face the young prince who had a sinister look, "Perhaps... If all the villagers in the village were murdered, then these Deiss devils would not have caught up to us so soon."

"Hey! O'Neil! You mix-breed! Come out! Let us have a nice chat!" Harriens continued to scream, already restless. After being on his opponent's trail for countless days, finally he had caught up with them and this was enough to make him feel vexed. However, now his opponent has entered the Titan's actual area of control. What else could be harder for the Leader of the Secret Agents to accept than this?

"One of your old friends and also your close friend are here! Don't you want to do a little something for them? Harriens goaded while giving a signal. The rank of knights behind him suddenly withdrew to either side and two prisoner vehicles were pushed out.

"Aya!" Oscar called out under his breath. He recognized the wisp of blonde hair billowing in the cold wind.

Paul and Black Devil balled their fists. The thing that they felt absolutely could not happen has come to be.

"Is this old chap your friend?" Harriens appeared to be talking to himself, taunting while sizing up the appalling state of Doramy Basinger. The former King of Sins was on the brink of death. His teeth were smashed out, his joints were twisted into a peculiar angle. Doramy only had a tattered unlined garment on him and beneath it were wounds with mangled flesh.

"Now let us make it a little more interesting!" Harriens took the huge water pouch from the thugs. He poured a huge amount of salt into the water pouch and then sprinkled the water all over Doramy.

The icy cold water caused the old man to regain consciousness. The excruciating pain when the salt water seared his wounds made him wish that he were dead! The mournful wails of agony startled the birds and they scattered towards the sky in disarray.

Separated by the iron fence of the prisoner vehicle, every strike of the thug's whip found its mark on Doramy. The former King of Sins cowered into every corner but the Deiss warriors surrounding him used spears to stab him back into place.

Oscar didn't know how to describe his feelings at that moment. His eyes were red, his hands and feet were trembling slightly. He wanted to do something for his old friend! However, the two master assassins flanking him were holding him firmly in place with grips like iron pincers. He apparently could do nothing!

"It seems... You aren't too interested in this old man!" Harriens' shout again traveled into the forest. The man who enjoyed torture cast Doramy aside and whirled around towards the beautiful animal.

"Then... Let us try out this young lady!" The person in charge of the DeKTer confronted Aeolia. They flung the girl who was at death's door onto the ground, then started bustling about in the wilderness. Soon, a simple gibbet was constructed and a thick rope was placed over Aya's neck. The two thugs held up the girl who was on the verge of collapsing. For the men in the forest to get a distinct view, they even draped the girl onto a horse.

"Prepare for battle!"

"What?"

"I said prepare for battle!" Maxime stared icily at his communications officer.

James shook his head awkwardly, "Old mate, you better take responsibility for this message. We are still unclear about what has happened!"

Maxime was impatient, "You idiot, the Deiss are shouting in the Titan language! It's obvious! The three knights who first entered the forest are our people and the Deiss devils are threatening them. Don't tell me you expect me to just watch as the girl is hung!"

James looked over at the gallows and flicked his gaze over to the knights who were just about to emerge from the forest. Finally, he gritted his teeth and went along the communication trench that was opened up beforehand, and ducked into the depths of the forest.

"Splendid! We meet again!" Harriens regarded the three knights who ventured out of the forest and broke into a dissonant laugh.

Oscar had no intention of paying any attention to the man before him and merely exchanged a glance with the two assassins on either side of him.

"Any regrets?" The prince sighed, "Perhaps... We should turn around and leave!"

Paul disagreed, "Mistakes should only be made once! Since the God of Light permitted Aya to show up before us, there is absolutely no reason to abandon her once again."

Shaw Curlink didn't make any remarks and silently secured his black bandana. The Black Devil of former days who killed ruthlessly has returned!

Aya strained to open her eyes. The silhouettes of the three knights slowly came into focus. The Countess' clothes were already tattered beyond recognition and several parts were stained maroon. She wanted to curse at someone but realized that her throat was like a pot of burning coals! The Countess was upset deep down! If it weren't for the Deiss treating her wounds with medicine and morphine, she would not have preserved her life and would have long since left this world. However, if she knew that the day she faced a situation such as this would arrive, she would have definitely ended her own life.

Harriens has long waited for this day! He resented this youngster from Titan. Even in his dreams, he fantasized about tearing apart his body and sucking his opponent's blood dry! And now the moment has finally arrived! The head of the secret service raised his hand gently and an archer behind him raised his longbow!

Oscar, Paul and Shaw Curlink were confronted by an entire company of Deiss Cavalry. The prince was the first to urge his warhorse on, followed closely by the King of Assassins and Black Devil.

Harriens beamed. He unsheathed a long sword and pierced it deep into the horses' thigh. The affliction caused the stallion to charge in a frenzy, tightening the noose of the gallows abruptly, leaving Aya dangling in the air!

"No!" Oscar let out an earth-shaking bellow. He was like a ferocious mad lion, with his hatred and fury as his burden, he charged into the cluster of enemies.

"Take accurate aim!" Harriens instructed the sniper cautiously.

"Fire!" The arrows suddenly soared into the sky. One, two, three, four... Finally turning into dark clouds that filled the sky! The dark clouds rocketed upwards and fell rapidly. Gleaming with malice, the arrows of vengeance landed on the enemies' head without any hindrance. The Deiss' camp was buried in an instant.

A thunderous cry erupted from the woodland. Just when the Deiss Cavalry was looking around frantically, numerous mountain warriors charged out of the forest, speeding into the wilderness. They dashed forwards while hurling all sorts of weapons at the enemies.

Following the sudden attack, the Deiss camp plunged into chaos. As knights of the standing army, they intercepted the attack from the Titans in groups while the thugs from DeKTer gave odd cries like ducks, some even turned and ran away! However, they could not be blamed, for Marquis Harriens Van Rousted, their great leader, was the first to flee the scene.

Oscar had no desire to know what was unfolding around him. An iron arrow completely pierced through his shoulder. Dark red blood spurted out from the wound on his back, soaking his armor into a red curtain.

At last, the young prince arrived at the bottom of the gallows. With a swing of his sword, he severed the ropes and caught the girl who fell!

Oscar had no idea how to describe this woman. What kind of woman was she? Apparently, there were no words in the world that could describe her strengths. The prince cast the long sword aside and the lethal weapon was stuck into the ground obliquely. The man embraced the woman tightly and he could feel her pulse. The woman's breathing gradually steadied. She seemed to have no perception of her surroundings and her eyelashes trembled as if just waking from a nightmare. Then slowly, she opened her eyes and when the man's grinning face appeared before her, the woman knew that everything in the world would be okay!

Oscar and Aeolia embraced quietly on the raging battlefield. Their ears were ringing; they were savoring the joy of having escaped death! The mountain warriors and Deiss soldiers were screaming and tearing into each other all around them. However, Snowstorm and Black Devil were at his side, guarding him. Both the master assassins would not allow anything to disrupt this perfect sight. They felt that this was the most glorious juncture in each other's life!

The warm afternoon sun quietly spilled over the woodlands. The young prince leaned against a massive tree and beside him was the former King of Sins, Doramy Basinger. Just a while ago he talked about many things of the past with his old friend and they were extremely content! However now, as Oscar closed the lifeless eyes of his old mate, he was at a loss on how to accept it.

"Those who interfere will sooner or later pay the price! This is what 13 said, a truth that came from the East!" Paul patted the youngster on the shoulder.

Oscar gave a faint smile and embraced his friend's corpse and took Aya into his arms as well. The afternoon Sunlight shone upon his face and he squinted under the brightness.

"We have succeeded!" Aya spluttered feebly. Her face was glowing with a slight crimson shade because of her excitement.

"Yes, we have succeeded!" Oscar gave a brilliant grin that was so hard to come by for the past few days as he watched the mountain warriors make an inventory of the battlefield.

An increasing number of mountain warriors assembled before His Imperial Highness Prince. At last, a soldier dressed in a General's uniform stepped out from the crowd.

"I am Major General Silvio Barrick of the guards, commander of the Eighth Region's Second Corps. You are..."

"General of the guards, Prince of the Empire, O'Neil Andrew Morisette."

The woodland suddenly fell into leaden silence, but a soldier suddenly struck his spear onto his shield in his hand. Soon after, the immense sound spread outwards like the tides. The soldiers knelt on one knee for the hero of legends, using the most thunderous sound of beating to relate the revere they felt inside.

"Your Imperial Highness Prince, welcome back!"

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