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The room was bright. There was an iron plate in the fire pit. On the iron plate, a beef fillet was sizzling. The doctor of the Red Tiger Knights Corps threw the needles away. He placed his bloody hands into a bowl of water with a little alcohol in it. After rubbing his hands lightly for a while, the water had already turned red.

"Are you finished?" Prince O'Neil Andrew Morisette's wound was at the shoulder. The dislocation before already made his shoulder swell. In addition to the sword injury at night, the wound could only be described as bloody.

"A little more!" the doctor took a new roll of strings and new needles helplessly. He needed to at least sew such large wound with no less than twenty times.

When Oscar turned around, his expression was terrible. He used his dagger to cut the grilled beef on the iron plate. Then, he poked a piece of beef with the tip of his dagger and sent the beef into his mouth. There was still blood in the beef. The Prince's strong chewing immediately spewed the blood out of his mouth. To make him not look like a fierce carnivorous animal, Oscar took out the Oligate Vodka, which contained a high alcohol percentage. He drank the strong liquor as he bit into the bloody beef. At the same time, he was enduring the pain while the doctor patched him up.

Other than the Prince's terrible mood, the Red Tiger Generals and Special Combat Brigade Officers also wore bitter expressions as if someone touched their butts. They felt wronged and furious, but they could not find a way to let their emotions out at this moment, so, they could only stand there and stared at the Prince as if they were enjoying women taking shower.

"He used the paladin's ceremony twice!" Oscar suddenly howled at the Head of Military Intelligence Bureau who stood idly by his side.

Messier quickly opened his notebook, "Alright, alright! The assassin who assaulted Prince O'Neil Andrew Morisette uses the ceremony that only paladin will use. What we are going to do next is to check the family of all paladins in Titan."

Oscar heard the tone of the Head of Military Intelligence Bureau and shot a glare at Messier, "Ola...did I do anything wrong? What is with your attitude?"

Messier threw his notebook away and spread his hands out, "Your Highness, why don't you understand? Why will someone want your life right after Rudolf died? Why will Her Majesty the Empress ask you to leave Capital immediately before this? Why..."

"Enough!" Oscar howled loudly. The moment he used his strength, the string used to sew his wounds together broke apart. The doctor could only roll his eyes and made a face that seemed to say "not even the heaven could help him".

The Head of Military Intelligence Bureau looked at the bleeding wound of the Prince. At last, he sighed heavily. Messier and Murat exchanged a few glances with the other officers. He had to cough lightly.

Oscar calmed down. He turned to the Head of Military Intelligence Bureau, "What is it now?"

Messier moved two steps forward, "We all think that it is about time we do something in the current situation!"

"Do what?" Oscar glared at him impatiently, "The Imperial family wants my life, or my wife wants my life. Because of this, we have to use the power we have to control the Army Division and Capital Security Division, use cannons to take hold of major government institutions, use knights to close off all transportation route of the Capital and use the Special Combat Brigade to take over the Palace. Then, we can point out the wrongdoings of the Empress since the time she was crowned with a notice. Then, we force into the palace--"

"Your Highness!" Messier interrupted Oscar's words sharply, "Even though we do have the ability to do so, but I think the time is not mature just yet. When the news of you being assaulted spread out - or we should say at the same time - the Capital Security Division has announced Martial Law for the whole city. Marshal Alan also issued a similar order to the Army Division. Without the order of the highest Marshal, any military unit and person may not leave their post of duty. If violated, the sin is the treated the same as treason..."

"Oh god!" Oscar held onto his forehead by one hand, "We do have the ability to do so. Even you are saying that..."

The military officers present all exchanged glances with each other. They did not think Baron Messier said anything unreasonable.

Suddenly, Oscar let go of his hand. He scanned the officer present here with a dark gaze. These people were all the generals whom he trusted, "Have you guys ever thought about it? Do we have the necessity to do so? Or, what will be waiting for us if we did?"

Murat shook his head lightly, "Your Highness, no matter what we do, someone is already planning to take your life now. We must have some measures against that. We either leave Dulin immediately or let the Imperial family show their true intention. Ask what Her Majesty truly wants to do."

Oscar laughed coldly, "My wife hopes that I choose the first option as soon as possible! Now I finally understand why she wants me to leave the Capital quickly!"

"Could it be that..." Messier widened his eyes in shock.

"That's right!" Oscar nodded, "I knew you will definitely guess it! Everything that happened tonight is a part of the series of traps!"

"Series of traps?" Murat frowned in confusion.

Oscar was laughing even more coldly now, "I don't know why Rudolf or my wife would think that I will force her to descend from the throne! But I think this is a one-sided thinking of the Head of Secret Service Department who is about to die. He wants me to accompany him to hell, so he sent the top-notch imperial assassin for me. Meanwhile, Alanis..."

Oscar thought for a moment, "Maybe Alanis was not very clear with the last arrangement of the Secret Service Department. She only knew that someone must be planning to deal with me. She hopes that I will believe in her and more so that she will believe in me, so, she can only ask me to leave this place as soon as possible. She doesn't want to walk the road with no turning back due to suspicion. So, I think Alanis is afraid of me taking her throne. She knew I have no reason to do that. She is afraid that the suspicion between us will ruin everything."

"Without the authorization of the Empress, can the imperial assassins move out?" the Head of Military Intelligence Bureau asked as he looked at the Black Devil who stood in a corner.

Shaw Curlink coughed awkwardly, "Theoretically, no. But I have never seen any form of authorization when I carried out my duty before. Under normal circumstances, it is the Secret Service Department that is responsible for the planning and arrangement."

Messier nodded, "Maybe Her Majesty really is not clear with it..."

Oscar rolled his eyes without hesitation, "No matter what my wife thinks, there is one person who will definitely not sit around idly. He won't be a spectator to this! If Rudolf Hoss only completed the first half of this series of traps, then this person will complete the second half."

"Silverfox Alan?" Murat thought of this name almost subconsciously. Since before at the Deiss battlefield, he already knew that Alan would be Andrew's strongest enemy.

"Yes...Alan!" Oscar spat his name with gritted teeth, "This old dog has harmed me twice! Now, this is the third time! No matter the result of that assassination may be, I believe he will usher all members of Capital Security Division and the Army Division to enter the emergency situation. Maybe in the name of catching the criminal or protecting the Empress, he will not let go of anyone who is related to me."

"But..." Messier became hesitant, "There is no sign that shows that Alan will work against us. He doesn't have the ability to defeat the Red Tiger and the First Special Combat Brigade!"

"He has..." a voice suddenly crashed into the room. The Division Commander of the First Cannon Division of the Guards came running in and hugged his old friend tightly.

"What's wrong with you, Oscar?" Torry said as he patted his old friend's shoulder, "Guess what happens when I left the base?"

"What happened?" Oscar frowned. He had a bad feeling about this.

"A quick unit of the First Region surrounded my base. The officers brought the order stamped by the Marshal of Guards to me. They want to check my cannons and fire powder storage!"

"How did you get out? Leaving your post is the same as treason!" Oscar's eyes became even wider.

Torry shrugged as if this did not concern him, "F*ck this! I need to pee. Can Alan stop me? Moreover, I only like the toilet bowl in Kenshin Palace. If he wants to punish me, then go ahead!"

"First Region..." the Head of Military Intelligence Bureau was deep in thoughts, "Oh...it seems that we have truly underestimated the seriousness of this matter! Alan must have begun his preparation when the Head of Secret Service Department was assaulted. Only he has the special rights to exercise emergency unit arrangement without consulting the Empress' decision."

Oscar then looked at the officers beside him. He suddenly realized that all his trusted subordinates were here. If anything happened to him and these guys did something odd....

Even so, Oscar believed that even if his subordinates did not do anything, Alan could still find an excuse to get all of them. Without the officers, the remaining army bases could be dealt with more easily!

"If all of you return to your own unit now...is it a little too late?" Oscar asked without confidence.

Murat shook his head, troubled. "Who knows? If Alan has prepared the army force to control the whole Capital, I believe the Red Tiger base at Swan Hill and the Special Combat Brigade base at the outskirts are under strict surveillance now."

The room fell into complete silence. The people were observing the Prince's expression. They all knew this was the utmost urgent moment O'Neil Andrew Morisette had never experienced before. With a slight deviation, it would end in complete destruction.

"F*ck this...why?" Oscar pushed the doctor who was still tending to his injuries away, "Just because I am an Andrew? On what basis are they doing this to me?"

No one dared to reply to the Prince's yell. It only caused echoes in the huge hall in Kenshin Palace.

O'Neil Andrew Morisette looked at his shoulder that was in sharp pain. The wound was bleeding again. His frustration finally claimed momentary peace due to the drops of blood from the wound. At the last moment, he calmed down and Oscar finally made a decision. Sitting idly here did not sit well with his character.

"Call every man in the city. We will move out immediately. Let's see who can stop O'Neil Andrew Morisette!"

Along with the order of the Prince, the military officers and the officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau present immediately turned around and left. Baron Messier fell quietly behind the line. He still seemed like he wanted to say something, but Shaw Curlink was already whispering to Oscar. This made him shrink his neck subconsciously and quickened his pace. 

Black Devil said to Oscar, "It is Sir Messier who gets Paul and me to assist the poison doctor and Thirteen. He said the mansion of Count Rudolf Hoss has tight security. With the two of us present, things will be safer."

Oscar wore a cold expression, "What does this mean?"

Shaw then said, "This shows that the two most loyal and strongest bodyguards left your side and after that, you almost lost your life."

Oscar nodded, "I understand what you mean, but just like what my wife is worried about, suspicion can ruin everything! Without reaching the end or have obvious evidence, I will not believe Messier has betrayed his master!"

Black Devil could only nod. However, as he turned around and about to leave, the Prince pulled him back.

Oscar glared at the door. He spoke to the air, "Watch him!"

The Black Devil only smiled slightly. Then, he retreated without a sound just the usual way.

It was dark but Kenshin Palace was bright. The Special Combat warriors who followed their officer and guarded the Prince was yelling their order and some noise. They placed all luggage in the large tent carriage and brought a huge amount of war accessories from the cellar of the palace. The arrows and crossbows were laid in the square before the palace. The soldiers lined up and took a piece of weapon with them as they walked past this place.

The officers gathered together. They seemed to discuss something in a low voice. Sometimes, they would gaze at the dark underground passage in front of the palace as if magic beasts would suddenly appear from there.

Oscar had a wide sleeping robe on him. His pants were stained with blood while his upper body was naked.

Colonel Vick was right behind him with a document in his hands. He was telling something to his master.

Oscar sighed lightly. Vick just informed him of the official notice by the Imperial Secretariat, "The Head of Secret Service Department, Count Rudolf Hoss who had serviced the Empire and Morisette Imperial family for more than 30 years had passed away today at 2.14 in the morning..."

About this matter, Oscar still did not know what to think of it. Rudolf Hoss had fought all his life in Dulin. He was cunning, he killed countless people and he was always careful. However, in the end, he died of the bite of a flea, a shovel that was used to manage the garden.

Oscar did not think that he had to have some sort of necessary relation to this matter. However, what about after that? He had never thought of getting Alanis' crown. What would he do with it? He was the Marshal of the Empire, the Head of Military Intelligence Bureau and the leader of Andrew. He was satisfied with everything that he had now. If it was a few years back, when he was still brothers with those ultimate criminals, his largest dream was to go back to his hometown's garden with Annie. Then, he would do whatever that he liked in the flower seas of Narcissus.

But now…Oscar looked around. The servants in the palace and the soldiers all kneeled on the ground wherever he passed by. He did not dislike this superior feeling, but he had always doubted whether his position now was reasonable. Why him? Why must he face his wife's suspicion and never-ending conspiracy? When he faced Alanis, he was truly exhausted. He wanted to throw away the past and hug his wife in his embrace. However, who knew if there were countless paladins hiding in Hamilton Palace tonight, just like the assassin who greeted him.

Where had he seen that guy before? That pair of eyes appeared in Oscar's mind, "Dortmund has a respectable son..." his tone also sounded extremely odd!

Oscar shook his head. That guy was the strongest western warrior he had ever seen. Even if it was Paul, he would not be able to take advantage of him in a duel. And that strange Inner Sword. According to Thirteen's description, that was definitely not something that was produced by the western casting technology. Moreover, the western smith did not even have such imagination! However, he still could not get any hint from this assassination weapon. It could only mean that Morisette Imperial family did whatever they could on this assassin.

The Prince twisted the handle to a door. On the bed laid the survivor who remained after the fight on the street.

"How is he?" Oscar looked at the pale face of Sandinand. To be honest, he did not like this crazy southerner. He simply appreciated his loyalty and his measures against certain things. However, it was enough to have the loyalty. Sandinand was not as understanding and smart as Messier, but he could block the deadliest attack for him. If it was Messier...

Oscar laughed in self-mock. What was he going to do thinking about this?

"This guy is a miracle!" poison doctor Percy rubbed his eyes with his bloody hand, "His heart lied more to the right than normal people. That dagger is only stabbed into his lung, right beside the thin epidemic layer of the heart."

"Lung?" Oscar became even more confused, "Won't internal bleeding kill? How does he breathe?"

The poison doctor made a praying gesture, "Who knows? When I tend to him, the internal bleeding has already stopped. His breathing even dealt with some blood clot that gathered together. I think Sandy's life is truly as strong as the devil! It seems even God of Light can't do anything to him!"

Oscar could only nod, "Can he move? We have to leave immediately!"

Percy shook his head, "To be specific, he is still in an urgent state. If he is moved lightly--"

"Bring him! I want him alive!" Oscar issued the order determinedly as if not even God of Light could stop him.

Assassin Thirteen and Snowstorm came forward at the same time. Both of them had something to say, but Oscar simply waved his hands.

"I know what you want to say, but now is not the time to manage this mess."

Thirteen and Paul exchanged a glance. They knew Oscar would definitely not believe that what happened tonight was a sudden incident. Since it was not a coincidence, who was to blame for all of this?

At the deepest part of the Army Division, layers of guards appeared tall under the shivering light. The small wooden building not far away was the sanctuary of most Titan soldiers. Marshal Alan did all the preparations right there. He had constructed a series of medals and countless honor there.

The walkway in front of the wooden building had an oil lamp. The light shone upon Messier's hesitant face. His hand hung in the air as if he was not sure whether he should knock.

Everything was as planned. No signs, no questions and no weakness. But why was there only a shoulder injury for O'Neil Andrew Morisette? His direct leader, his Marshal, the master who promoted him to who he was today. Why hadn't he left this deceiving world?

All of a sudden, the wooden door opened wide. An elderly whose face had wrinkle-like knife marks glanced at the Head of Military Intelligence Bureau. He said to Messier in a monotone, "Are you coming in? The Marshal has waited for a long time."

Messier smiled bitterly. He did not know what he was hesitating about. O'Neil Andrew Morisette did not die. This already meant that some things were fated to be.

Silverfox Alan was still the usual. He had his normal smile and hugged the troubled Head of Military Intelligence Bureau tightly.

"How's everything at Kenshin Palace? Our child won't do anything stupid, right?" the Marshal of Guards pressed Baron Messier onto a chair. He also lighted the oil lamp on the table.

The light shone upon a young man's face. The Head of Military Intelligence Bureau was a little surprised. He was not familiar with this young man but seeing that this man appeared in Silverfox Alan's room, the identity and position of this young man were obvious.

"Oh right. I forgot about the introduction!" Alan pointed to the stoic young man, "Viscount Federick Roxes Morisette! Her Majesty will announce him as the Head of Secret Service Department tomorrow morning."

Messier frowned. He stared at the interested Marshal Alan with mock.

"Isn't it me?"

Alan shrugged. It was Viscount Federick who approached him first, "Sir, you do know that tonight's action is incomplete. Moreover, I am not sure the agreement between you and Marshal Alan involved the position of Head of Secret Service Department. But of course, if you are also the niece of Her Majesty the Empress Alanis, then I believe Her Majesty will first consider you as well!"

The Head of Military Intelligence Bureau shrugged without concern. He really did not care at all! Messier already knew Alan would go back on his words when things did not go his way. He only wanted to take a look at the face of this old fox. As for the truth - he did not want to bet everything on O'Neil Andrew Morisette who had a serious mental weakness. This was the habit he had after dealing in this environment for many years. If he could choose, why go all out? It was just that the last round already proved that he had lost his bet. He could only listen to others now.

Silverfox poured wine for the Head of Military Intelligence Bureau and the young member of the Imperial family. He himself held a cup of thick milk tea. However, right before he took a sip, he put the cup down.

"I don't understand!" Silverfox Alan spread his hands wide helplessly, "Is Andrew truly the God-chosen warrior? Twenty Narcissus knights, a colonel from the south and one O'Neil Andrew Morisette! Even if Federick employed all imperial assassins, they came back without completing their duty. At last, only Kiener himself was able to run away!"

The Marshal of Guards paused for a bit. He approached the Head of Military Intelligence Bureau, "What sort of monster is your master? I don't think Kiener will lose, but the truth is too disappointing!"

Messier gave it a thought, "Kiener Ritz? The Regimental Commander of Imperial Paladin. Is that him?"

Alan and Viscount Federick who was about to become the Head of Secret Service Department nodded at the same time. This made Messier smiled subconsciously. He should not know about this secret, but since the Marshal of Guards allowed him to know, this meant he did not need to wait for the time the Prince paid out to him.

"It seems that I am truly blinded by power!" the Head of Military Intelligence Bureau mumbled. He was not regretting his choice. Only that judging from the current situation, he had underestimated O'Neil Andrew Morisette. This guy's ability to understand conspiracy was terrifying. With only blurred hints, he had already guessed the truth of the whole incident.

Alan patted the shoulder of Baron Messier, "Don't be like that. People will always have such moments in life. Moreover, the Empire needs you. Her Majesty needs you. You know the definition of loyalty! Betraying O'Neil Andrew Morisette doesn't count as not loyal. If you choose to be the same as your master - betraying the Imperial family and allowing the Imperial family and the Empire fall into a dangerous situation, that is the greatest betrayal!"

"Hmph..." the Head of Military Intelligence Bureau laughed coldly. Alan was still eloquent as usual when he spoke of such fancy words. He had already known that from before, but he had to deny one thing. He was not that clear with the concept of loyalty just like this bet! When he received the news of Rudolf in heavy injuries and the Imperial family would take action against O'Neil Andrew Morisette, surely anyone who was as smart as him would know which to choose. However, Messier chose the wrong side! Just as what the Prince had said, everything was only the excuse made up by the Secret Service Department and Silverfox Alan. The Empress seemed to not know regarding this matter. Even if Prince O'Neil survived the assassination and if the Empress truly wanted her husband's life, then things would still be fine. The key was that the Empress still had not attained her resolve!

When Messier thought of this, he had to hate his carelessness. Right when Her Majesty strongly requested Prince O'Neil to leave Dulin, he should have thought of this. That time, if he could remind the Prince to take note of the conspiracy about to happen, then everything could still be saved. However, now...

"Her Majesty was still hiding in the study room in Hamilton Palace. She refused to go out!" Viscount Federick spoke worriedly, "Without her authorization, Marshal Alan and I have no reason to take any action against a prince!"

Messier smiled coldly. He wanted to prove his guess, "Could it be the one who authorized the assassination of the Regimental Commander of Imperial Paladin is not Her Majesty?"

"That's different!" Alan shook his head, "Moreover, this matter has already past! Her Majesty is still a little against the loyalty that we showed. She needs--"

"She needs someone to point out the necessity of further actions. She needs one or more reasons that she has to deal with to convince herself to deal with O'Neil Andrew Morisette! Isn't that so?" Messier looked at Silverfox proudly.

"You are really smart!" the next Head of Secret Service Department applauded. He held Messier's shoulder, "There is still a way! No one will be more suitable than you to convince Her Majesty! You only need to tell her..."

"O'Neil Andrew Morisette is preparing all force in his hands to attack the palace..." the Head of Military Intelligence Bureau expressed his imagination explicitly.

"That is right!" Viscount Federick clicked his finger, "You are the right-hand man of Prince O'Neil. What you say is the solid truth! Moreover, isn't the Prince really gathering his people? Her Majesty only needs to get a person to Kenshin Palace to take a look, then she'll know the Special Combat Brigade is preparing weapons. They seem like they are about to engage in battle!"

"But they are preparing to leave Dulin!" Messier glanced at the young man in worry.

Alan shook his head, "Wrong! They are preparing to attack the palace!"

The next Head of Secret Service Department nodded, "Marshal Alan is correct! This is proven jointly by the Army Division, Secret Service Department and the Military Intelligence Bureau."

Messier's smile was without a choice. He had no other choice but to drink the bitter wine in his hand.

The wooden door opened once again. A squadron of knights immediately prepared to move out. When Marshal Alan's skinny figure appeared at the door, the knights had worn their armor as if they were about to go on a battle.

Alan and Viscount Federick jumped onto their horses. The young Head of Secret Service Department spread his hands at the Baron towards the carriage surrounded by the knights, "Please. There is nothing to worry about. The Marshal of Guards and hundreds of Secret Service agents are protecting you!"

Messier looked at the soldier nearest to him and then at the carriage. He still felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart.

A soldier who wore silver mask opened the door to the carriage swiftly. Messier looked in fear. Thankfully! There was nothing in the carriage! When Messier stepped into the carriage, he still smiled in self-mock. Wasn't he worried about nothing? Maybe O'Neil Andrew Morisette still had no idea what was happening. Until his death, he would not know what happened to him. 

However, that smile was frozen on his face. A sharp dagger stopped the breathing of the Head of Military Intelligence Bureau. Messier fell into the carriage. He saw the door closing on him slowly. That soldier was glancing at him with an icy stare.

That was…was that Black Devil? No wonder it looked so familiar! The Baron heard a thud. The door closed, and that deadly gaze had disappeared. He coughed blood and both of his hands pressed onto the wound crazily. He wanted to scream for help. Maybe he wanted to say something, but at last, he only said lightly in the familiar tone of his master, "Ola..."

Then...Messier De Quicote's consciousness turned into darkness.

"Ola, ola..."

Facing the wide mirror, O'Neil Andrew Morisette yelled in satisfaction.

He was dressed nicely from top to bottom. New Faran wool hat, new aquamarine wool coat new golden-laced pants and new ox-skin boots. Oh right! His medal and Marshal title were wiped clean using alcohol just now. With this gleaming Marshal sword, the mirror showed a perfect young man.

"Shaw is back!" Paul mumbled lightly.

Oscar turned around and saw the once Imperial assassin was still fidgety in a corner.

Black Devil shook his head and made a slitting gesture with his finger.

Oscar retrieved his gaze. He did not know what he should say about this matter. Yet another companion had left him. Or he should say...yet another companion had betrayed him. However, he found himself disinterested in this matter. He did not even get mad.

"Let's move out!"

The Prince's order was conveyed from the palace to the square in front of the palace. Around a thousand fully armed knights immediately moved out. The sound of horses stepping on the ground rang. The yell of the officers and all sorts of order seemed to fill the night sky.

O'Neil Andrew Morisette walked out of the palace gate, surrounded by his trusted generals. The Prince was relieved that no one asked where the understanding Messier was. But, facing the knights who were fully prepared, he immediately realized an awkward situation.

Rayshure twisted its ankle. That beautiful, "bullet-proof" carriage was given to the little Devil who had not gone past the critical stage. The people seemed to have forgotten to prepare a horse for the Prince. General Murat who was the second one to realize this immediately gave an order. He shouted to the knights in the square, "Abandon your horses!"

Oscar looked at the confident Corps Commander in question.

Murat shrugged, "You are right! We should walk out of Dulin. Let's see who will block our way!"

A star slowly hid at the center of the eastern sky. A thin fog slowly befell Dulin city. The fog moved slowly, and the city seemed to be moving slowly because of it. The yellow light of the street lights appeared blinking in the fog. All stars had lost their color and the night sky seemed to blend with the weak light of the city.

At the deep part of the fog, neat stepping sounds slowly approached them. The city became nervous. The rumbling of the horses and the band of light made of fire torches avoided the streets in which the sound of stepping sound was most dense. They ran at the two sides of the street.

O'Neil Andrew Morisette's figure was the first to crash out of the streets. Behind him, soldiers walked out of the fog. Their armors were covered with morning dew and decorated by the light of the street lights. The weapons on the soldiers even let out a series of sharp metal clanking sound as they walked.

The military officer who was responsible to guard the street was nervous. He had never been to a battlefield and had instinctive fear against these warriors who walked out of the fog with the face of a death god. He was shivering and thinking of his words. He knew that he had no reason to block the legendary O'Neil Andrew Morisette, but he had to carry out the order his superior had given him. He must complete his mission.

"Halt!" the strange pitch more or less showed an inner fear, but Prince O'Neil and his warriors still paused.

The footsteps on the street stopped. Thousands of breathing sounds blended into one.

Sudden pressure and the killing aura made this military officer unable to look directly at the Prince and his warriors. The military officer lowered his head at the opportunity to look at their document.

"The order of Military Affairs Chancellor Marshal Vann Hewitt Alan!" the officer sneaked a glance at Prince O'Neil's expression. He only cheered up after seeing the smile on the Prince, "Due to a small number of enemy who wants to topple the country's political power in the Capital are taking their actions, all units of the Guards and person must not leave the city. The unit and person who violated this emergency action will be treated for treason!"

Oscar pressed on his Marshal sword, "Prince of the Empire, Marshal of Guards, Head of Military Intelligence Bureau O'Neil Andrew Morisette and First Special Combat Brigade of Military Intelligence Bureau hereby request to leave the city!"

The officer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He was praying in his head, "In the name of God of Light, this is not something that can be decided by a small guard like myself."

"I am sorry, Your Highness! Without the direct authorization of Her Majesty or the Marshal of Guards, no one can leave--"

"Let me repeat myself!" Oscar interrupted the officer, "Prince of the Empire, Marshal of Guards, Head of Military Intelligence Bureau O'Neil Andrew Morisette and First Special Combat Brigade of Military Intelligence Bureau hereby request to leave the city. Please remove the post immediately and move the road blocks away!"

The officer pursed his lips. He looked behind him. Leaving here meant going towards the junction leading to the highway at the outskirts. He had no right to do so, but would the hundred-man here be able to stop the infamous Prince O'Neil Andrew Morisette?

All of a sudden, a dense sound of horses came from near and far. Oscar only glanced at the officer in front of him with focus. He did not even care about the sniper on the roof at two sides of the street and the knights who came from all directions.

Prince O'Neil's thousand-man division was blocked in the middle of the road. The nearest left house had its window wide open. Every window showed a few spots of gleaming light that came from the iron arrows. The horses of the knights breathed in the chilly dawn. White breaths formed a new layer of fog. This warm fog seemed to have no end. In front and at the back of the street, the armors of the knights formed a suffocating wall of bronze.

"You...you can't leave Dulin!"

Oscar stepped forward. He left his unit, "Why? On what basis are you stopping me?" the Prince spread his arms at the soldiers of the Guards around him, "On what basis are you stopping me? Do you know who I am? I am O'Neil Andrew Morisette! Do you know what this name means?"

The echoes traveled on the street and became nothingness under the sky. Oscar was suddenly impatient. He kicked the wooden fence in his way away and the loud noise triggered a series of sword-pulling sound! All soldiers in Dulin city had pulled their swords out against Prince O'Neil Andrew Morisette and their comrades the First Special Combat Brigade!

The sound of weapon-pulling spread from near to the far, hiding in the foggy street as if it was endless. No one knew how many soldiers were gathered at this junction. No one even knew what was going to happen next!

Oscar's Special Brigade warriors all held their shields high. They use the shields to block in front of their body while placing their weapons at the back of the shield. All officers were observing the movements of the Marshal. If O'Neil Andrew Morisette ordered to attack, then they would move forward to their death with the soldiers behind them! That was right. There was only a dead end in front of them. No one expected to come out of this encirclement alive.

However, time passed by slowly. It seemed nothing was happening. Only the sound of horses became quicker and denser in the dark fog!

"Keep your weapons...keep your weapons..."

The people looked behind them oddly. A messenger separated the strict unit on his battle horse. He held a scroll in his hand.

"Chief of Staff of the Guards Marshal Robin Sparse is here..."

The messenger's shout did not stir any emotion in the crowd. This officer urged his horse furiously, running back and forth the units.

"Soldiers! Can you not hear me? Chief of Staff of the Guards Marshal Robin Sparse is here! Keep your weapons and stand straight!"

Someone put their arrows down first. Then, the knight's spears followed, then the shield of the ax-users and at last, the proud snipers. These highly-skilled archers released their bows slowly. That figure of the Prince also slowly thinned out under the crossbow's trough.

Marshal Robin was rearing a jujube horse as he approached them as relaxed as if he was taking a stroll. He smiled slightly at Oscar, then received the scroll from the hands of the messenger.

"Order of Her Majesty the Empress!"

The officer who guarded this post only knew to salute to the Chief of Staff. He received the scroll in fear. With the aid of the light of the fire torch, he quickly scanned through the words. Then, he saluted with relief.

"With the order of Her Majesty the Empire...let them pass!"

The soldiers quickly moved the road blocks away. The knights near and far also turned their heads around respectively.

Along the journey, Oscar and Marshal Robin walked side by side. Neither of them spoke. They simply kept walking. The scenery on the two sides of the road kept changing and the figure of the city slowly blurred. Forest began to show itself. The branches swayed slightly in the chilly spring wind.

At the camp of the First Special Combat Brigade, Oscar thought it was time to bid farewell, but Marshal Robin still did not say anything. Oscar arranged his unit with gritted teeth. This time, he found himself a nice horse, so he rode side by side the old Marshal. The action of the Special Combat Brigade did not take much time. The Prince already saw the figure of Swan Hill in the thin fog when the first ray of sunlight arrived on the ground.

Murat and his team of knights ran past the Prince first. Not long after, they sent out their scout and the scout mentioned that everything at Swan Hill was as usual. After the turning in front, they could see the Red Tiger who was fully prepared.

Marshal Robin halted his horse and Oscar also paused. Both of them glanced at each other and at last reached out their hands.

"Child! This is as much as I can do for you! Also...this is what Her Majesty wanted me to convey to you, too!"

Oscar nodded. This only showed that his wife was not a good Empress. Alanis Alfa Morisette was only suitable to be a princess. If she was the Empress, she should not let her husband go when she had all the advantages. Thinking about it, Oscar was not as strong as he seemed to be. His weakness was very obvious in Dulin, but Alanis still did not plan to destroy him, just like how he never intended to force her off the throne.

"I don't understand...even so, why is it still this way?"

Looking at his confused student, Marshal Robin only shrugged, "The relationship between two people does not count as politics, but that of three people counts!"

"Don't try to mess with me with such ancient philosophical viewpoint!" Oscar turned his head away furiously.

The Chief of Staff pointed to the sky that slowly brightened up, "Then ask God of Light! The God will tell you that everyone's fate is a trajectory. People's life tracks will intersect with each other. However, after the intersection point, that is the situation with you and Her Majesty right now."

Life trajectory...had they left the intersection point?

As Oscar was thinking about it, he saw the fog leaving the forest. The forest was dissolving this moisture full of water droplets eventually. Sunlight fell on the ground from the eastern horizon. A team of knights holding the Fierce Tiger Narcissus Flag came running towards them from the edge of sunlight.

Oscar smiled to the old Marshal, "Take care of Torry for me!"

The old Marshal nodded. He waved at the Prince who ran towards the Red Tiger.

Oscar suddenly halted his horse and turned around to face his past teacher, "Starting from the beginning...it's not such a big deal!"

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