"Commander, we have gone forward for almost two miles, and the mountain used as a landmark has long been out of sight behind us, with such a heavy blizzard, I'm afraid we'll get lost ourselves if we go on ......" the knight of Kirrlutz patted the snow on his breastplate and looked with some concern at the blanket of snow drifting across the sky. The bitter cold wind was pushing the snowflakes, driving them across the sky, this blizzard came out of nowhere and gave no one time to prepare. The knight looked at the bad weather with some concern and offered his opinion to the lady knight in front of him.
Freya stopped and released a puff of air into her hand. Her face was frozen red and her eyebrows were covered in frost. But Freya blinked and replied, "No, let's go forward another five hundred meters, they must not run far with their wounds."
"Freya, if they were wounded, we would have caught up to them long ago, no one can run too far in this weather." Maynild's voice sounded from behind. Everyone looked back, the lady knight was as calm as ever, while reminding in a calm tone, "There is something fishy here, did you forget what Brendel and the others said?"
"But that could be an illusion above the ice field, the sunlight refraction, or the snowy shadow of the crystal forest, all of those could produce a similar illusion-"
"He said he saw wolves, do you understand what that means?" Maynild interrupted her, "This storm was brought on by wolves, which is not a good sign, the Miirnas fear and respect wolves because they are part of the twilight and represent doom and the destruction of the world."
"But ...... didn't everyone else see it?" Freya was not so sure either, she looked at the depths of the white snow, always feeling that there was a pair of pale eyes behind the shadow of snow watching them. The others felt the same, they always felt that this glacier was malicious to people, a feeling that someone might come up behind you without a sound. A chill went down everyone's spine.
The whistling sound of the wind is like an endless mournful wail.
Maynild paused for a moment, her voice dropped as if it was frozen into ice. She looked coldly at the others, "There is no impossibility in the Black Forest, everything is possible, and if you have a feeling that something bad is going to happen, then it is bound to get worse."
The Knights of Kirrlutz had certainly heard of this proverb and certainly felt their scalps tingle. Freya also hesitated. It was at this moment that a man suddenly stumbled out of the wind and snow in the distance. That man was the second group of scouts sent out not long ago, and their mission was to find the first group of scouts sent out half an hour earlier, but Freya's heart sank slightly when she saw the look on this man's face.
“Little Pero, Alea, Lord Commander…… Emerald, Anika, and the others……”
“What’s going on?”
“You shut up, Alea, let the Commander ask the questions.” Before Freya could speak, the knight behind her interrupted, but little Pero who was at Freya’s side cut the man off harshly.
The thin, dark-haired knight exhaled softly and forced his companion back with a cold glare.
"It doesn't matter...... what the hell is going on?" Freya had no time to be distracted as she looked to the scout and asked, "What happened to them?"
"I don't know anymore...... when we found them...... they had...... already......" that scout's shoulders were almost trembling, and seeing him like this, the others' hearts instantly sank. They were comrades in arms, and even more so, they graduated from the same class. They vowed to make a name for themselves in the ensuing Holy War, but today, they were stranded in this tiny place, where everything that happened will not even be remembered by anyone.
"How, how could something kill them in this damn poor countryside?!" The knight could not help but curse in anger.
"You shut up, Alea!" Little Pero remained coldly furious. But he turned back to Freya and his gaze fell on her.
Freya's heart also sank as this was the first time that there were casualties in her ministry, and for a moment she even remembered Bessie's face. But the future Valkyrie blinked and shook her head, "Who killed them? Was it those Halflings?"
"Lord Commander ..... Emerald and Anika and the girls ....." A fearful look appeared on the scout's face, "They died in some odd way......"
"I can't say, we can't tell exactly what killed them. There were no visible wounds on their bodies, but it was as if they had been drained of blood, but there were no vampire bite marks found on them either......"
He took a deep breath and said with wide eyes, "That guy Lolo said they were frozen to death and that there were ghosts in the ice and snow that would extract human essence, but I think that guy is full of bullshit......"
"Who is Lolo?" Freya turned back to him.
"He's of mountain folk and is of the Miirnas, he's a weird guy." Little Pero replied.
Freya was slightly surprised that the Empire did not discriminate the mountain folk and Miirnas, but her mind lingered on the matter for only a short moment before she replied, "Show us."
"Freya, have you made up your mind?" But at the side, Maynild frowned at this decision.
"Sister," Freya looked up, "Brendel is cynical, and the Aouines are by no means people who take revenge, whether they are Kirrlutzians or not, they died in my hands. I do not ask for immediate revenge for them, but at least to find out who killed them. "
"I understand." Maynild replied in a flat tone as she gripped the reins of the Elite warhorse. It was as if she had expected Freya to answer this way, and simply said, "I'm just reminding you to think it through."
"I have thought it through-"
Freya replied firmly, her words piercing through the wind and snow, causing everyone to flinch. But the way the Kirrlutzians looked at her, it could be said that that was a sign of approval.
Lenarette Aurelius looked at the silhouette of the figure that was becoming more and more visible in the snow and wind. His slightly tanned face that was unlike that of a royalty had an unchanging expression, but that did not mean he was not paying attention to what was going on around him. At least the young man on his horse slowly approaching him came into his vision.
“Your Highness Lenarette.” Haruz looked at this tall young man with some envy. The other party was the first in line to the throne, like him, but much more calm and mature. For so long, apart from giving his name, the other party had hardly said a word. The sense of steadiness made Haruz eager to know exactly how he could do a better job at his own identity and how to act so confidently.
Lenarette Aurelius looked back at the teenager and replied, “Your Highness haruz, under the rule of Holy Cathedral of Fire, you and I are equal. There is no need for you to be a shoulder behind me, it is against the etiquette of the interaction between two nations.”
Haruze blushed, not expecting that he had gotten the etiquette wrong all of a sudden which he did not mean to. He was just used to following behind his sister, or teacher, and being reminded of this, he hurriedly loosened the reins and moved forward.
"Your Highness Lenarette, have you considered to inherit a huge empire in the future? Millions of people, their future depends on you, have you ever thought about what would happen if...... if you did it wrong? I'm sorry, although it's very rude to say this...... but I've been thinking about this from time to time." Haruz asked in a small voice.
"It's not rude." Lenarette replied, "Of course I have thought about it, that in itself is part of my power and responsibility. As for the millions of my people, whose futures are in my hands, you are right, if I do right, they have to sing praises, and if I am wrong, they have to take responsibility."
Haruze could not help but widen his eyes at this statement, "How can this be?"
"Because at that time, I am the supreme emperor, and in this capacity, it is only right that I should maintain the majesty of the imperial power. This is the same for you, and when you grow up to a certain age, you will understand this. God has granted us this power, and it is all the more reason why we should be careful to preserve it in the region."
Lenarette Aurelius lifted his head and replied proudly.
"But isn't it the duty of a member of the royal family to fulfill the contract of the nobles and bring happiness and stability to his people?" Haruz's jaw dropped.
"Who told you this?" Lenarette asked, turning back.
"It was the teacher, and my sister......," the young prince replied in a small voice.
"What they said is wrong, your sister is just a woman, and that Count must have other plans." The eldest son of the emperor returned indifferently.
Haruze felt that there was something wrong with this statement, but for a moment he did not know where to refute it, so he just mumbled, "But, but the teacher is a very upright and knowledgeable person, if you discuss this with him, Your Highness Lenarette, you will definitely understand this."
"No need." Lenarette Aurelius replied, "Haruze, you are the only one here who is qualified to talk to me on an equal footing, as for the others, I have no need to listen to their opinions. Even in your country, Your Highness, that Count has not been considered an important minister so far, and you should learn to choose your own power."
Haruze was slightly stunned. He nodded his head as if he understood.
And at the same moment, Brendel saw a Silver Elf Princess coming through the snow and wind. He tossed a candy to Shitah, who was not far behind him, and sent the fat Dragon running happily to the back, before looking up and asking Medissa a question.
"Has Freya not returned yet?"
"I'm sorry, Lord, I couldn't persuade her." Medissa frowned and shook her head with some concern.
"It's not your fault."
Brendel looked up at the ever-changing sky and replied softly, "I know Freya's character well, this weather is a bit odd, but maybe we have to move forward against the wind."