The Amber Sword

“Bettissa, you're back. ”

As soon as she entered the house with a lovely round face, she was surrounded by several other waitresses who greeted her with a murmuring greeting. Bettissa patted the apron, raised her eyebrows and looked at the hostess of the house before making a quiet gesture at the other sisters, whispering, “Shh, I ask you, Countess, has she ever rested well since I left? ”

Upon hearing this question, the sisters immediately frowned and looked bitter. Ever since Si was placed under house arrest by Her Majesty, she has been depressed all day. Sometimes she is nagging and talking to her long gun, which she does not know from there, making them suspicious of ghosts, and wondering if the Count is out of his mind. They report Sheesh's living quarters daily to Her Majesty, who apparently still cares very much about the adult, at least she never fakes hands on the outsider, and every time she spends her time in herself listening to Bettissa's report - although, with regard to the Count's weirdness, Her Majesty does not say anything, and naturally they do not dare to boast.

But she was always depressed, she didn't eat much, she slept very little, and she broke her brain.

Bettissa saw the sisters' faces and understood something. She sighed: “Hey, give the Count a good rest, don't make a scene, she must miss home, but Her Majesty won't allow her back. ”

“Yeah, yeah," the maids answered, “our mountain children are always in love with their homeland, and I always remember the maple trees in my hometown. ”

Another waitress looked at Bettissa's face and whispered, “Bettissa, you don't look well. Is Her Majesty in a bad mood? ”

“Shh," Bettissa glanced at the waitress: "Don't be ridiculous, but His Majesty's mood is pretty bad today. ”

“What's wrong now?” The question seemed to arouse the curiosity of the maids, who rushed to lower their voices and ask.

“Not yet because of the Count.” Bettissa sighed, and she didn't even know how many times she had sighed, as if Her Majesty's bad mood had affected her.

“The countess from the country again? ”

“Keep your voice down, fool," replied Bettissa. "The Count is Eluin. Do you know Eluin? It's a small kingdom south of the Empire. By the way, our Count is from there too. Don't let her hear you say that about her hometown, or the counts from the countryside, how awful it is. ”

The maids were frightened and revealed their palpitations, and even more so, the thieves looked into the house in vain.

But when they found out that Sy didn't seem to be relieved after listening to them, they hurried back and asked, “Bettissa, tell us what happened to the Count? ”

Cee is under house arrest in the courtyard of this ancient castle, and naturally these maids are unable to leave, except for Bettissa, who travels by carriage every once in a while to meet Her Majesty in the Rose Garden. And the girls of their age were full of vibrancy and curiosity, so the new things outside were even more appealing to them, even if it was a sesame size thing, Bettissa was a little older and saw her companions looking at Baba with pity, and all she could do was answer: “The Count had captured the local gentlemen and nobles in Sirloof, and when I went to see the Duke of Palut complaining to His Majesty in Rosewood,” she said here, suddenly revealing a brilliant smile, full of disrespect to the Duke of the Word: “You have not seen His Majesty's impatience, and I have never seen him like this. ”

“Bettissa, did you say the Count arrived in Thruff?” The maids didn't seem surprised to hear such news, as if the noblemen of the South had been beaten to death for half a month and had become a family meal. It had become a joke after tea meal for all the kings. Instead, they noticed another point and asked curiously: “So we have less than a month before we can see the Count? ”

“Before he completely annoyed His Majesty," Bettissa whispered, and when Grand Duke Parut spoke to Her Majesty, she dared to stand aside and listen, but that did not prevent her from hearing how badly His Majesty was in the mood, as evidenced by the face of Her Majesty, whom she had then secretly seen - she was already cold, colder today than ever before, enough to hold a tooth fight. She thought about it and added with a palpitation: "If the Count had not been arrested and hanged by His Majesty, perhaps we would have wished to see him. ”

“Bettissa, what are you talking about?” At this time, a slightly lower voice came in.

All the maids were frightened, they had discussed it so violently before, they didn't even notice when Sy had come, the mountain girl stood by the door of her room and looked at them, scared the maids as if they were a bunch of frightened sparrows, one by one shut her mouth and let the house quiet down for a moment.

Bettissa glanced at herself without any sense of purpose before lowering her voice to Shea: "Count. ”

“Are you discussing Eruin?” Sy didn't go into this, but stared at her and asked in a bit of a hurry.

Damn, Lord Count must have heard, Bettissa thought. But she dared not lie and answered honestly: "Yes, Count. ”

“Tell me the truth.” Sy's face was a little pale and said, in fact, she had often been unable to sleep these days. When she closed her eyes, she thought of Lord Lords, disturbing her mind.

“We are discussing a Count from Eluin. ”

“A Count from Eluin?” As soon as Sy heard this, she took three steps and rushed to Bettissa in a paradoxical fashion. She grabbed the round face waitress's arm like a ghost and asked aloud.

“Yay!” Bettissa couldn't help but freak out.

“Where does the Count come from? ”

“I do not know, Count, that Her Majesty and those aristocrats did not mention it, and I dare not ask.” Bettissa replied hastily.

With her lips shut, she didn't speak, and the teenage girl's acute hunch made her catch something, but she couldn't figure out how to ask questions for a moment.

Bettissa looked at the Count with awe, and she came into contact with the firm and eager eyes of the other person, as if she had come to her senses, and she asked shakingly, "Count, do you want to hear about him? ”

Sy nodded seriously.

“Well, here's the thing...” Bettissa took a deep breath and slowly opened her mouth.

……

Constance looked a little pale after the departure of Duke Paloot, at a time when Empire Chancellor Fiona, known as "Little Nerdweyne," Nederwen rushed into the studio dedicated to Her Majesty in the Rose Garden, and the high man of the Empire looked at him and asked him conveniently: "What's the matter, Chancellor? Has the Count caused any new commotion? ”

Little Niedermann looked at Her Majesty with some surprise. Before he came, he heard the servant say that His Majesty was furious, but now it seems far from the same thing. Instead of being angry, His Majesty seems to be in a slightly better mood. But even so, he did not dare to relax slightly. He hurried to pay a respectful tribute, and then answered with some embarrassment: “Your Majesty, you are as good as God. Indeed, after the Count retained Serouf's nobles, a group of young men tried to retaliate against him, but unfortunately they took all the hostages for him. I heard that the nobles of the South had lost their temper and were negotiating a ransom for someone else, but the Duke didn't seem to be able to pull this face off. ”

His Old Duke, naturally the last generation head of the Paloot family, a representative of the emerging nobility of the Cruz Empire, who had a long history with the local nobility of the South, was no secret, and indeed Her Majesty the Queen saw it in order to help them become an important force in the Chapel.

“What families of children were caught?” Constance asked casually.

“Mostly the Alcons and Gene families, Your Majesty, the Duchess comes from the Gene family.” Fiona. Nederwen cautioned.

“I don't need you to remind me, of course I know that," Her Majesty replied: "These self-righteous men, even the guests I invite, dare not look into their eyes and let them suffer. ”

Little Nederweyn seemed to have figured out the context and replied hastily: “His Majesty was right, but the Count was really, really not leaving the Empire any face. He called all the way here, and the nobles of the Empire couldn't bear it. ”

“Humph," the Silver Queen snorted softly: "Young cheerfulness is normal, but it doesn't matter that his grandfather was much more steady than he was in that time. It is forgivable for those who are capable to be untamed, and the Empire does not even have this amount of human face. But don't tell him to make too much noise, he just wants to get our attention, but it's unbearable to let every mission come out of the empire, make local corps on the border a little more alert, and even a neighborhood Eluin can step on their faces, and Count Olkons and Count Jean are not ashamed. ”

The Chancellor of the Empire couldn't help laughing: “The Count is really, I don't know how to describe it. He actually did this, even I almost thought he was crazy. ”

“He's not crazy," replied Constance. “The Count knows the empire very well, he knows we won't do anything about him, and this little guy is very modest, the outsiders can't see it, and I don't believe you can see it, Chancellor. ”

Little Niedeweyn's forehead immediately caught a fine layer of cold sweat, and he knew in his heart not to see the empire's chief talking to him here was a regular Jorah family, but the fact that the Niedeweyn family's place in the heart of Her Majesty was less than a day was an accepted fact, but rather that the relationship between the two sides had moderated slightly over the past few days because of the series of events Brando had done to make him meet Her Majesty more frequently. But the other said immediately made him nervous and hurried to answer carefully: “His Majesty's eyes are as torched as a torch. After all, the Count is the grandson of that man. ”

“Indeed." Her Majesty nodded, as if she were deeply convinced.

“Your Majesty, before I came, I heard you were angry again.” Suddenly little Nederwen asked cautiously.

“What?”

“Your Majesty, your body. ”

“My body is fine, Old Chancellor Nowro misses it," Constance knew that this must be what he was doing for Old Chancellor Ned. The little Chancellor in front of him, though not as brainless as his father, had a lot less guts: “I was angry because the imperial aristocrats, whose faces had been trampled under their feet, did not think about how to regain their glory, but wanted to tie their gains and losses to the whole empire, and the Cruz had not yet fallen to that extent. ”

“They want revenge on the Count, too, and I don't think Lord Paloot will stop, Your Majesty.” Xiao Ni Devon shook his head and replied.

“I hope he doesn't cause me too much trouble.” Constance shook her head.

“Counts Olcons and Gene are proportionate.” Little Ned replied incorrectly.

Constance glanced at him and corrected, “I'm talking about him. ”

The Imperial Chancellor smiled with a slight smile.

After a half-hour stay in the Rose Garden, Little Nirven took the time to report to the Supreme of the Empire on the situation in the west and east - the Lions are still attacking the White Heart, the Occasion Fortress, and progress is rather slow compared to their determination to assemble large armies. And the Wind Pokémon's offense persists in the four realms. The Red Legion, as one of the four main regiments of the Empire, is not in vain. The mobilization of the Empire is nearing its end, and the atmosphere of the Great War can be felt even in remote areas.

After he said goodbye, Constance sent the Empire's Prime Minister away and waited until there was no one in the study before she gently tapped the armrest knocking on the back chair and said to herself thoughtfully.

“Is he really heavenly armed? Has that old man Jocelyn snuck up on Eruin...? ”

“No, he won't be so superficial, Lord Gwendolyn, I have a feeling that he's sending us a signal through it. What is he trying to say, or is that an Eruin statement? ”

Her cold voice echoed in the empty study, but no one answered her question.

……

“Not only that. ”

The story in the room has obviously been going on for some time, but for a moment and a half, Bettissa continues: “Everyone thinks the Count is insane, and he has plunged a fortress of the Empire because he has not been given the courtesy he deserves. God, before that, I always thought we mountain people were the most rebellious Imperial people, but I didn't expect anything compared to this Count. ”

“I have long heard that the Eruites have a great king, who made a vow when he was founded that the Eruites would independently guard their own people, and I did not expect that to happen.” When she said this, this round-faced little waitress couldn't help but peek at her lord, but she was disappointed to find that Sy was not moving, just asking: “Then what? ”

She sighed with disappointment and continued: "Then, of course, the nobles of the Empire refused to rest, and they assembled an army to try to teach this short-sighted expatriate a lesson. And of course, it turned out very badly —— as I told you earlier, Count, the Count naturally took them all, and not only that, but they also took hostages and demanded a large ransom from their families, and put a name on it called" honor damage "or" moral damage. "”

Sy shivered like an electric shock, and she looked up at her maid, some unbelievably asking, “Did you say 'moral loss expenses’? You never told me that before, Bettissa! ”

“But that's not the point, Count...”

Betty said somehow, but she didn't find that the Count in front of her had bitten her teeth.

When was she the only one who stayed with Lord Lord for the longest time already used to those strange terms? She used to think it was Lord's only bad habit.

But at this moment, the words that he used to sound so intransigent, but at this moment they sound so intimate.

Bettissa was still chattering: “According to me, the Count actually did not have to offend the nobility of the Empire so hard. After all, he was a foreigner, a man of temporal prestige who could suffer in the future. Her Majesty also fired several times as a result, and several Dukes hated him even more for having to bite his teeth. The only commendable thing is that the Count has done his best, and I'm afraid there are very few people around Rusta who don't know him anymore. I really don't understand what he's trying to do. ”

She spoke half the time and suddenly stunned because she suddenly saw the Count crying in front of her. She screamed in panic, "Count, what's wrong with you? ”

Sy shook her head hard.

Because she understands.

All this was done just to tell her a word.

I'm already here, Sy.

As promised -

……

(PS: It's been a long time since I wrote, Sword Spirit hasn't played much, woo woo woo, take Sister Sis with me to painfully ask for a ticket. Also, yesterday someone asked about the replacement of the Ethereum, paying for it was actually a card-side anomaly, and the cost of the Ethereum itself was 25 water; but I also looked at the description of the cards, but it was actually a bit of a problem, and I think it should be written as a junction.