There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

Just gently stick...

Well!

Something is wrong! Something is wrong!

Slapping her cheeks hard with her hands, Maria went into her room under Talina's puzzled gaze.

Despite her curiosity, Tarina suppressed her curiosity and reminded him, "Change your clothes and come out quickly! Don't keep me waiting outside for too long!"

"it is good!"

"Really..."

After covering her lipstick and putting it in her clothes, Talina walked outside and started chatting with Brandt.

After all, it is my first time attending the Queen's Celebration, so it is better to understand some rules in advance.

Brent didn't mind explaining all the rules to Talina.

About five minutes later, Maria, who had changed into a clean set of clothes, ran out of the house and closed the door. Maria stood beside Talina and took her arm.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting."

"nothing."

Shaking his head nonchalantly, Brandt walked ahead, leading the way for the two.

"Due to the celebration, all vehicles are prohibited from entering the city. I'm sorry, but you two can only arrive on foot."

"It's okay, just treat it as exercise."

After a few pleasantries, Talina pulled Maria to follow Brent and followed him to the venue of the Queen's celebration.

On the way, Talina observed carefully and found that it was just as Brandt said. The road was empty and there were no vehicles passing by.

The three of them walked along the way, heading towards the Twin Queens' Tower in the distance.

The Twin Queens' Towers, which used to be solemn and majestic, were now bustling with activity. People passing by on the street were smiling. On this day of Leithania's rebirth, they had to smile.

This celebratory atmosphere lasted only a short time and slowly disappeared after they walked into a familiar alley.

Marigold Alley, Talina, who was once brought here by Loris, had an impression of the surrounding buildings.

Brent seemed to have noticed something unusual. He reached out to stop Talina and the other two, then drew the sword from his waist and looked around warily.

"Brandt... Commander of the Golden Law Guards, you are now in a very glorious position..."

As if they realized that they had been exposed, the people who had been lying in ambush here no longer hid and walked out openly.

They were wearing black robes and masks on their faces. On the masks was a symbol similar to the number の. Talina, who had dealt with them many times before, immediately recognized their identities.

"The echoes of Helhunzollon... How dare they... appear at this time?"

PS: Um... from now on there will be two updates, what the heck T﹏T

Volume 8: Chapter 52: An Inescapable Choice

It was the day of the Queen's celebration, and the streets were full of patrolling gendarmes, and occasionally two Golden Law Guards could be seen, which showed how strict the patrols were.

But at this critical moment, these guys who were supposed to be hiding in the sewers appeared on the street and blocked the head of the Golden Law Guard...

Talina no longer knew whether to call them skilled and courageous or ignorant.

Was he angry because he failed to summon Ludwig University?

Are you ready to give it a try and drag as many people into the water as possible?

"Despicable..."

The long sword in his hand emitted golden rhythmic ripples. Brent took a step forward and took the initiative to greet the group of people who came to cause trouble.

He really didn't expect that these guys would dare to appear in front of him.

It was okay that he wasn't at Ludwig University last time, but now that he met me this time, there was no way he would let him go.

His father, who had experienced that era of spiritualism, could not imagine what kind of mentality these people had in wanting to resurrect a tyrannical king.

That will do nothing but bring disaster.

Without further ado, the leader of the Witch King's remnants lifted the black robe covering him and pointed his right hand at Brant: "Kill him!!!"

call! ! !

As the Witch King's remnants gave the order, the people following behind him also rushed up together. They formed a black mass and looked very scary.

Talina stretched out her hand to block Maria, with fire in her eyes. Just as she was about to raise her hand, a special team suddenly intervened.

They were dressed in uniform and held cannon-like staffs in their hands. The leader among them was Loris.

"Lord Brant, be careful!"

He rushed into the battlefield without saying hello to Talina, but instead rushed to the battlefield in front and stood beside Brandt.

The military police he brought with him followed behind him and fought together.

"Loris... Is his Yang here?"

Looking at Loris's heroic back, Talina glanced at the remnants of the Witch King suspiciously.

She didn't believe that Loris, a guy who was about to retire, dared to rush in to fight. Talina still remembered the scene of Loris crawling into the cafeteria for help at Ludwig University the day before yesterday.

He had absolutely no intention of fighting the enemy. He cherished his life and was afraid of death. This was how Talina viewed the gendarmerie captain.

But when I think about the fact that the other person is already old and is about to retire, it is normal for him to cherish his life.

But now this guy actually dared to rush in and stand beside Brandt to face danger. It is impossible to say that there is no trick.

so...

The child he wants to take care of is most likely among the remnants of the Witch King across from him.

Talina looked over and examined carefully, and sure enough, she saw a timid figure at the back of the team.

He held a short sword in his hand, which was a staff and also his weapon for self-defense.

His performance was really worse than his companions. When everyone around him went up to besiege Brandt, he hid behind and didn't even dare to cast a spell. He could only pretend to be bluffing.

This was especially true after seeing the gendarmerie brought by Loris. At one point, he wanted to quietly leave here when no one was paying attention.

But they were always followed by a warlock, which made his escape plan fail several times.

"In this case..."

Talina stepped forward, leaped in front of him in a few moves, kicked the child in the chest, and sent him flying into the marigold bushes on the side.

"...Then I'll help you!"

Seeing this scene, Loris secretly gave Talina a look of gratitude, and then retreated behind Brandt.

Talina dodged several remnants of the Witch King who were chasing her and trying to keep her captive. She attached flames to her hands and used her size to move around.

Every time she passed someone, Talina would slap them, leaving a dark palm print.

The seemingly light movement could inflict serious injuries to the remnants of the Witch King in an instant. The flames quickly ignited on their bodies and then took their lives.

The body turned into ashes and scattered with the wind.

This was not done by Draco's flame, but by the will of the remnants of the Witch King themselves.

They did not recognize this era and country, and naturally did not want their bodies to remain in this "dirty" country. Whether they were killed by Talina or pierced by Brandt's musical spell, their end was to turn into ashes.

Soon, they had eliminated most of the Witch King's remnants, leaving only the "leader" at the head.

Putting the instrument in his hand on his shoulder, the leader quickly stepped back and played the music they had created with their lives.

The dull sound of the violin rang out, and coupled with that special melody, a unique emotion lingered in Brandt's heart.

The sky grew dark, as if raindrops were falling, and the heavy brick floor beneath my feet turned to mud.

In Brandt's sight, the beautiful marigold alley had long disappeared, replaced by a dark tower.

Witch King Tower?

Doubts arose in his mind, and Brandt stopped and stood still. He looked down at his feet and discovered a strange fact.

He was wearing the armor of the Golden Law Guards, but it was not the "honorary" armor bestowed by the Queen herself, but the standard equipment of the Golden Law Guards.

"This is..."

Just as Brandt was puzzled, ripples appeared at the bottom of the Witch King's Tower in the distance, and in a blink of an eye, "people" appeared there one after another.

There were sharp blades stuck in their bodies and their blood dyed the ground red.

He even...saw a familiar figure among them.

That was his best friend, and also his greatest regret.

"Um...Ernst?"

The friend in my memory lay in a pool of blood, long dead. Before he died, he was still looking towards me, as if waiting for me...

Rescue...

Brandt was instantly awakened by the familiarity in front of him. He suddenly looked up at "Ernst" and the scene in his eyes changed several times before he returned to the Marigold Alley.

"You are so brave!!!"

The eyes hidden under the helmet were bloodshot. Brandt, who usually had a good temper, immediately realized that he was being played with. He immediately rushed forward and kicked the instrument out of the hands of the Witch King's remnants.

The blade wrapped in musical magic rested on the shoulder of the Witch King's remnant. Looking at the mask with the Witch King's symbol on its face, Brant slowly said, "Take off the mask and surrender to Leithanya's will. Then you will no longer have to endure the searing pain of your soul."

"Haha... This burning pain is so slight that compared to your Majesty's performance, it's not even painful..."

The remnants of the Witch King opened and closed their lips with difficulty, and the voice hidden behind the mask was unexpectedly soft.

"I once followed His Majesty's music. He didn't play, he just strolled through it. As his musician, I had to follow him and keep pace with him."

"Once you fall behind, you will be torn apart by the magnificent melody."

"This is the punishment the Sorcerer King most often uses to punish those weak and unworthy of serving him."

Opening his mouth indifferently, Brent completed the other party's unfinished words.

"But I've kept up..."

The remnants of the Witch King chuckled softly, their words filled with nostalgia and yearning: "I became part of a melody beyond imagination. After that, I could no longer tolerate playing for any mediocre person!"

"What do you take yourselves for?"

Brant frowned as he listened to the other party's words. "A performer of great melodies? A subversive with ideals?"

"No, what I saw were only a group of criminals hiding behind masks, killing innocent Leithanians and destroying the harmonious order... and incompetent clowns who buried their heads in the ashes of the Witch King."

"Golden Melody will take your lives!"

"However, the moment you gave up your true selves and chose to become vassals of the Witch King, you were no different from the dead."

"Uh... cough cough! Ha..."

Reaching out and grabbing the sword that was held above his neck, the remnant of the Witch King raised his head and looked at Brandt. The mask on his face slipped off, revealing a face full of wrinkles.

"And you, sir? Don't forget, you're wearing a mask too."

"The Originium technique you wield, the magic passed down by generations of Golden Rule Guardians—the Golden Melody, the Radiance of Leithnia, the melody that guards the Golden Rule—isn't it also..."

"A melody spun by a greater will?"

"No matter how great an individual's will is, it cannot compare to Leitania herself!"

Keeping his sword in hand, for some unknown reason, Brant was unable to execute the remnant of the Witch King in front of him.

It was as if a thousand-pound weight was hanging on his sword, making him unable to move.

"Then at this moment, the one who pronounces my death..."

There was a fanatical look in the eyes of the Witch King's remnants, a yearning for the past and despair for the future.

"Is it Leitania's golden melody, or yourself?"

"Is this your defense? Do you really think these pale, old tunes can shake the will of the Golden Law Guard?"

"Why should I make excuses? I was... chosen to come and see you."

The remaining members of the Witch King's group lowered their heads and let out a foolish laugh. "The Chief wants me to ask you something... Just now, the events of twenty-three years ago echoed in your ears."

"Have you seen... Ernst Hochberg, mortally wounded, yet unable to receive your help... and his brother Wollner, who was forced to become an elector, ultimately becoming a political victim and dying in depression?"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the bodies of the remaining Witch King's followers crumbled into ashes under the effect of the dual Originium technique.