Chapter 669 - v4c51 Long Road, Fragments of the Past (6) (1/2)

“O-of course,” Haruz stuttered.

“Thank you.” The little girl thanked him, lifted her dress gracefully, and sat down beside the future King of Aouine.

But Haruz had little self-consciousness as the crown prince, his face was blus.h.i.+ng almost as red as a ripe apple, not knowing what to do. He wanted to sit closer to the little girl, but he was afraid that it might upset her.

Brendel shook his head at the sight of it, the young prince was not behaving like a member of the royal family, he probably could not even be compared to an ordinary n.o.bleman’s son. How exactly did Oberwei and his sister educate him……”

But then he thought of an interesting question, if Haruz happens to like this little girl, what about the future of Eikkel and Youla’s daughter, Ellara? <.i>

Will that change history?

Thinking of this he could not help but narrow his eyes to stare at that little girl, and to be honest, he had a good impression of her. In this era of Aouine, most commoner’s daughters would not be as elegant and poised, while most children of n.o.ble families were domineering and had long forgotten the manners of their ancestors.

In Brendel’s mind, Faina was a typical example. But it was good that the girl was not bad in nature and did not cause him too much trouble. Instead, it was the other ……

He felt a headache when he thought of that prime minister’s daughter.

But while he was thinking nonsensically, he suddenly heard Laurenna ask with some concern, “Little girl, what’s your name?”

The little girl looked up at the female knight and replied in a soft voice, “Originally mother said that names are not to be told to random strangers. But I know you’re a good person, so I can tell you in secret-“

Then she leaned over and whispered into Laurenna’s ear, “My name is Mikaila.”

Although she was whispering, at least half of the people present heard them clearly. Apart from the young prince and Ciel who had his strength reduced greatly, Medissa, Hipamila, Brendel, Freya, Scarlet, Maynild, and Filas all heard it clearly. After all, as existences with strength above silver, their perceptions were sharp enough to hear the whispered words of a little girl, in fact, very easily.

But of course, the mountain girl and Freya would not say anything, and Filas’ did not care much that he was salivating at the jar of honey next to Brendel.

Out of the four, only Brendel raised his eyebrows slightly.

Mikaila…

The name sounded so familiar to him.

It alerted him instantly, and now he was extremely keen on such a feeling.

Because in the past, there were so many records about backgrounds, histories, and information in the game that everyone couldn’t be omniscient, but most of the names and events with a certain level of popularity would more or less leave a trace in the player’s heart.

The more profound such a trace was, the more important that event was. Whereas meeting an event like the Black Rose War, which was so ingrained in Brendel’s heart, was an event that he would never forget.

A name he knew but could not remember meant two possibilities.

One possibility was that the name itself represented a less than stellar meaning, but held a place in history. The other possibility was that the owner of the name might be very famous, but had little interaction with him.

An example of the first possibility would be the replacements of some small local lords, and the second would be a master of a minor seat in the Buga’s Council of Twelve. Although the Silver Folks in the Council of Twelve were all terrifying, Brendel could not name all of them except for William and Tuman.

Surely by just seeing the names might be enough to remember who the others were, but it would not be so easy to remember every detail.

With that in mind, he could not help but straighten up his posture a bit. And at the same time, he saw that the female knight opposite him, Maynild, also turned her somewhat serious gaze to that little girl.

But the little girl was more alert than he thought, and she seemed to notice Brendel’s antics and looked up at him with some fear, “Uncle, what’s wrong?”

Uncle …… Uncle?

Brendel almost spat out a mouthful of blood, as he would only be twenty-one by next month! I’m only twenty-one! How am I an uncle?

He took a deep breath and had a hard time calming down. Thinking to himself that he should forget it, being called an uncle wasn’t a big deal anyway, given his other soul’s age. He stopped for a moment and spoke in what he thought was the gentlest voice he could muster, “Little sister, did you say your name was Mikaila? What’s your full name?”

Brendel was sure that his expression at that moment must have been the softest, never to be mistaken for a strange uncle that would abduct children. But he immediately realized that it was nothing more than his delusion.

Mikaila looked at him with some trepidation, suddenly sliding off her chair and carefully replying, “My name’s just Mikaila, Uncle. My mother and father will be here soon, so I’ll be off, thank you-“

Then she bowed to everyone and ran out the door.

“Wait ……” Brendel was slightly startled and was about to reach out and call out to the little girl. But it was at that moment that he saw a man running in from outside the door of the inn.

As soon as the man entered the inn, he shouted, “Got it, my lord!”

It was only then that Brendel noticed the man’s bright balding head, it was the innkeeper who had been sent out to get information for him, and at the sight of this guy, Brendel swallowed back the words that had reached his throat. He took a distant glance at the little girl called Mikaila, who had already run near to the counter.

Nevermind. Brendel sighed. There would be plenty of opportunities later anyway, and besides, his most urgent task was not to investigate the ident.i.ty of a little girl. Instead, what mattered most to him right now was the news the balding boss had brought back.

There was no telling if he had investigated any useful information.

When he looked in that direction, the balding innkeeper was already panting and running to their side. He looked at Brendel with a look of utmost admiration and replied breathlessly, “You are so predictable, my lord-“

“Straight to the results.” Brendel tossed a gold coin over, knowing full well the guy’s trick.