309 309. 82. Walk the Twilight (2) (1/2)

Adelia Bavaria looks at the face of a sleeping prince.

I felt so distant eight years ago.

I was afraid to even face it.

Now, the Prince's gaze on himself with blue eyes glittered.

It was a great pity for her to see such a sleepy face.

Adelia, who was smiling softly, swung her head and looked around.

Then I reached out my hand and touched the prince's cheek.

I really felt the touch of my fingertips on the board.

The prince himself was quite dissatisfied with the absence of a beard.

She grew small.

But he was just a moment too.

The snow tail that had originally been struck was even more striking.

From the bottom of his lips to his chin, there was another scar that had disappeared since he was raised.

When the prince ran out of the citadel that day, he would not have had a scar if he had sent him with only his helmet.

She pleaded guilty.

Adelia recalls a week ago.

The prince, who returned to the citadel after the battle was over, stood by day without knowing where he was.

Normally, he would have smiled with a knife without a circle and his face would have been frozen cold.

Deep sunken eyes were also different from usual.

At first, I thought the excitement of the battle had not subsided. After that, I thought my anger against the Empire Army was not going away.

I thought maybe I wouldn't feel so good with so much blood on my hands.

After a while, I believed that the prince would return as usual.

But it wasn't.

The days passed, the days passed, and the days of the prince stood still.

Deep sunken eyes and a strangely cold expression remained.

The number of horses was also extremely reduced, so that he would not say a word a day later.

When I woke up, I felt like someone else.

It was as if they had left the Winter Castle after being chased by the Orcs.

Of course, it wasn't completely the same as then.

At that time, the prince looked as if the day were cold and cold, rather than standing.

Now I was just cold and sharp.

It was an uncanny change.

She wasn't the only one who noticed that change.

Others also tried to talk to the prince with a worrying face.

But the prince was consistent in saying that it was nothing.

At least for a few words, all I could share was Vale Ballerhard.

‘400 years ago, the nation's ancestors chose to defend rather than fight. That's what I always complained about. But I'm doing the same thing. ’

‘I shouldn't have. So it just repeats itself. I realized it was too late. ’

What did you realize? I realized what I needed in this country was not a new sword, but a demon sword. ’

‘What can't be done. I already had over 20,000 enemy blood on my hands that day. ’

As Adelia, I could not understand all the dialogue at the time.

I just assumed that the prince was preparing something.

”Hmm?”

Adelia, who was submerged in her thoughts, raises her head to the sensation of forgery.

Then it hardened.

The prince was staring at her when she opened her eyes.

“Sin, sorry! Your Majesty!”

Why the unnoticed hand is still in the prince's cheek, she raises her hand angrily.

But the prince did not react to her.

Ugh.

I just raised my body without a sound.

Adelia, who was reluctant and noticeable, trembled.

Later, the image of the prince came into my eyes.

The prince who woke up was different from the day before.

But that change was not a good thing.

Yesterday, I was better off with a cold frozen face.

At least the prince at the time seemed human.

It wasn't now.

As soon as she saw the dry eyes like the sand in the desert, she understood everything.

What the prince is trying to do and what he needs to do.

Adelia goes straight to her place, dressed in heavy armor and carrying a sword.

Then he rushed to the prince's residence, scratching his armor that had not tied the knot properly.

When she came back, the prince was wearing his armor one by one after the other.

The prince who saw her lifted up his armor again.

“I'll come with you.”

Adelia hurriedly approached and helped the prince wear armor.

Until then, the prince said nothing.

Choke.

The prince, who was last armed to kick Earth in the waist, left the room and headed somewhere.

When the sun was not yet up, those who stood guard looked at the fully armed prince with their eyes wide open.

Several of the dogs retreated behind the sleeper and headed toward the command.

That or not, the prince continued to walk.

The prince did not hesitate to find the stable, take out the scorpion, and ride the scorpion to the gate.

It was not far from the gates that the prince's steps stopped for the first time.

The old man was sitting on a carriage set on the right side.

It was Vale Ballerhard.

“Three is better than two. ”

He was also as fully armed as the prince.