Volume 7 Chapter 8 (2/2)
Mrs Molliere with a theatrical gesture patted Joseph's ently embraced Mrs Molliere
“Aah, Your Majesty… stop with the pranks…”
“Well, you see a draame It must be decided – victory or defeat“
While watching the two cities Joseph e
“Throw it”
Page nodded and threo dices Joseph looked at the fallen eyes and nodded
“Oooh, seven! Delicate number! Hmmm… In this case…”
Afterfor a while, Joseph called the minister
“Minister The imperial rescript”
From the shadows a small man showed up and bowed
Joseph lightheartedly inforarden
“Summon the fleet Blow off Albion’s enemies You have three days to prepare”
“As you wish” Not showing any emotions, the minister bowed and left
Mrs Molliere started tre the display in utter shock
It wasn’t a arden play anymore
Just now, the instruction to a real as given
“What’s wrong, Mrs Molliere? Are you cold? Page, put more wood in the fireplace The e in a steady voice
“Your Majesty… Ooh, Your Majesty…”
“What is wrong ht corps cannot embarrass herself with such cowardice”
On the day when the Advent Festival started… thirty leagues away froures, wrapped up in dark clothes, walked
“I’ used to… mountain walks”
Muttered a tallof a deep hood
It was Wardes Fouquet's face popped up next to him
They were sent here as Sheffield’s guards
However, Fouquet had another reason to be here
“Mathilda of Saxe-Gotha - I think I heard this place’s name from somewhere before”
Wardes said to Fouquet, who answered back while stepping briskly
“So nostalgic I never thought I would be walking through this ave out a white exhalation
“Is it still a territory of Saxe-Gotha?”
“The ‘City’ also includes this e”
“This land belonged to you as your home?”
“The city's council has been in charge Sort of like viceregal“
“Still, it’s considerable”
“I a ago How ironic”
“Your father, I know that he somehow shunned Albion’s royal family… But as this land and the tittle taken from you and your father?”
“That’s royal family lies”
“Lies?”
“Indeed My father dutifully served Albion’s royal family… But once the royal family told ‘Give it’ and he didn’t”
“Haah, and as that?”
Fouquet laughed teasingly and looked into the man's face
“I’ll tell you only when you’ll tell me your mother’s story”
Then Wardes turned his face away Fouquet snuffled in dissatisfaction
“Hey, Jean-Jacques Wardes, whom do you love more – me or your mother?”
But then Sheffield, alking behind, called them
“How close is the nearest river?”
Fouquet stopped, squat down, elbowing away the snow… and touched the soil Fouquet, as a triangular Earth elerew up in here, she understood the earth here even better
“Far But it is not the only water source… one third of the city wells take the water from the mountains”
“That should be enough”
Fouquet elbowed her way through bush… and reached a cracked rock Though the snow covered it, the water was visible from the crack Luckily the center was not frozen
Sheffield took out a ring fro at first sight
“That… isn’t it Cro?”
Fouquet muttered Sheffield shook her head
“No, it is different fro”
A secretary calling the eed the looks
“What are you going to do with the ring?”
Sheffield smiled Because it was the first time they saw her smile, Wardes and Fouquet were perplexed
“Water is considered a living thing and the Ring of Andvari has the power to control it… as it’s an element that looks like the water spirit Or should I say it’s almost identical”
“Hmm”
“The water spirit’s tears are expensivevarious potions The power of water rules the composition of the body… with a potion, one can manipulate both – body and mind”
“That’s a nice lecture Now then, tell what on earth you are going to do with it?”
“The power of water to condensate… In other words, I can manipulate the toith this…”
Sheffield’s body began to glow
Wardes relowed in such light as well Immediately after that… his left arm was chopped off
On Sheffield’s forehead, half covered with hair, an ancient rune glowed
Wardes screwed up his eyes
“What are you doing?”
Sheffield did not answer any She thrust out the hand with the ring towards the water Gradually, the ring began to shi+ne… and melt
It looked as if… it was melted by the heat of Sheffield’s body
Melted drops of the Ring of Andvari began to trickle down… and then a strong streah the crack and flowed towards the city of Saxe-Gotha