I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

Hannibal saw Beth rushing out and immediately followed.

He didn't know what was so strange about this white knight, but the moment he made contact, he felt that if he killed Alan, he would die.

So he knocked Allen away with one blow, wanting to deal with Beth first, and then go to see Allen's strange behavior.

But watching Beth rush towards Allen, he knew that if he let Beth touch Allen first, he would completely lose control of the battle.

Beth knew that Allen was her only hope, and she risked her life at this moment.

Cracks covered her entire body, and she used all her strength to activate the Tree of Power, stretching out its golden branches to connect to Alan.

But how could Hannibal let Beth get her wish? The blue ocean submerged the branches, and the collision of beliefs erupted like a planet hitting the earth.

The surrounding orcs were instantly pushed away.

The sacred duel was broken the moment Allen rushed towards Hannibal. The orcs despised Allen's shamelessness, but under Hannibal's order, they did not rush towards Allen.

They collectively targeted Beth.

The first to rush forward was Hannibal's right-hand man, Lusitaea.

But the difference between a saint and a gift from God is like the difference between the sea and the stream.

As Beth swung her sword, Lusitaia was cut into two pieces.

This ancient orc god-given lord had made a vow to die on the snowy mountain long ago. For the sake of the great chieftain, he had no regrets.

Hannibal was filled with grief and anger, but he knew that the most important thing at this moment was not to avenge Lusitaia, but to stop Beth from approaching Allen.

Blessed by the blue sea of ​​desire, Hannibal rushed towards Beth, trying to push her further away from Alan.

Beth endured the pain of her body collapsing, and forced herself to mobilize the power of the saint, twisting her body and avoiding Hannibal's attack.

Hannibal had lost both arms, so it was already difficult for him to maintain his balance. Now Beth's dodging made him lose his balance.

The body hit the ground heavily.

"No!"

Beth rushed towards Allen, and the golden branches also connected to Allen.

Allen's limbs were broken by Hannibal's collision just now. Now he was lying on the ground, unable to even commit suicide.

But the moment the golden branches were connected, a will that did not belong to him forcibly controlled his soul.

He had never felt this way before, as if there was a supreme law that was forcibly erasing all his beautiful fantasies, leaving only a voice.

And that voice was Beth's voice.

However, this is not over yet.

After Hannibal stood up, the first thing he did was to infuse the blue sea of ​​desire into Alan's body.

This time Hannibal did not wipe out the magic from Allen. He vaguely felt that once Allen's magic was wiped out.

Then the weirdness in Alan would immediately erupt.

By then, not only will he die, but also nearly 20 orcs here.

Golden power, blue sea of ​​desire.

The two fought in Allen's body, expressing each other's great wishes.

Alan had never felt this way before, he had never hated a power so much.

Regardless of the future, there will no longer be any mercy or freedom, and only the power of saints with one voice will be allowed.

Still with supreme compassion, we want to go to the blue sea that carries the tiny wishes of every unique soul in the long river of history.

Allen could not agree with any of these.

These are just shackles for Allen.

Amidst this powerful will, there was only that figure in his mind.

That frail figure trapped in the castle, existing only for him.

Everyone said that Alan was a vicious dog on a chain tied by the royal family.

Even the rotten bones that had been gnawed were used.

But only Alan knew that the one chained by the royal family was a princess who always longed for freedom but could never break free of the shackles.

free……

Beth and Hannibal are still wrestling, but Beth can no longer hold on.

Power needs people to support it, but the tiny sea of ​​desires only needs a heart that can perceive others.

And in the center of the two wills, Allen, who couldn't even die, was feeling the most instinctive will of all living beings.

free……

Under the impact of the two wills, Allen recalled his past countless times.

Throughout this past, the answer he wanted most was freedom.

What kind of freedom does the princess want?

What about him?

When the princess was alive, Alan never felt that he was not free.

His love with the princess was not perfect, and there was even an irreparable rift in their relationship.

Throughout human history, a knight's beliefs are either the eight virtues of chivalry or love and family affection.

Allen's belief has always been considered love.

But he knew that his belief was not love, and his breakthrough from God was not because his relationship with the princess had progressed, nor because his feelings had been reciprocated.

But because he could finally get what he wanted.

The future of mankind and the wishes of the past have nothing to do with Allen.

All Alan had in his mind were thoughts about the princess' freedom and the guilt for what he had done.

For the princess, he was a ruthless assassin, he was an extremely vicious politician, and he was a knowledgeable and kind imperial tutor.

But is this really what he wants?

How about this for the princess?

If he could live his life over again, what he wanted was not to give up everything and live a married life with the princess in the castle, but to take the princess out of the cage of the royal capital.

That day, there were tears in the princess' eyes.

"Go away, Alan, leave here. There are wind, flowers, mountains, rivers, and sea outside. You will meet someone new, someone who will only see you when he meets you."

No, princess, the one who should leave the most is you.

Princess, I see true freedom in your eyes.

And in my eyes, there is only you.

A golden future without humanity, a blue future full of humanity but unable to support the future.

These two beliefs could no longer affect Allen.

Beth and Hannibal had both noticed Alan, their eyes filled with horror.

Alan's figure was still lying there, but in their eyes, he was like an untouchable ghost.

The ghost slowly got up from the ground, he took off his armor, the blood at the corner of his mouth had not yet dried, he stood up, and slowly adjusted his white armor and cloak.

His face became young and handsome again, but the white hair on his head could never be restored.

He touched his chest, where there were still a few candies.

He could already feel the emotions in the candy. The expectations and feelings on it were the answers he had always longed for.

He had already eaten up all the food that the princess had given him personally.

But the princess knew him, so she left some with the great wizard.

Those candies are not sold in any stores at all. They are all made by the princess herself.

The princess had no freedom in her life, and her biggest regret was that Alan also had no freedom.

Her tears before death were due to her guilt for depriving Alan of his freedom.

"Princess, if possible, please let your knight carry you, jump out of the capital, and walk into this extremely broad world. There are winds, flowers, mountains, rivers, seas, and a knight who is willing to give everything for you."

Allen didn't have the courage to say this back then.

He has always been a coward, and on the battlefield, he couldn't help but shake his hands.

Today, he has realized his own will, but he can no longer make up for the regrets of the past.

What future, what past, what stability of the empire...

None of these grand ideals could leave a trace in Allen's heart.

In his heart, there was only the freedom that the princess saw.

When Alan put a candy in his mouth, he felt only bitterness in his heart.

The princess has lost her freedom, but now she has gained this power, so what?

Beth looked at Allen, and she could feel that the power in Allen was the biggest enemy of her will of power.

Hannibal could not sense Allen's will. He looked at Allen in shock and asked:

"You...what are you..."

Alan slowly picked up the bird of paradise on the ground. The bird of paradise that had long since withered began to bloom again.

The petals are orange, but there are two clear blue lines underneath.

"Freedom Rider, Alan."

Alan rushed towards Hannibal, his figure like a ghost, passing through the orcs' obstruction as if passing through a series of illusions.

His footsteps passed by, leaving behind a trail of blooming bird of paradise flowers.

In a trance, Allen remembered the princess's voice again:

"You look like a wandering ghost when you run in your white armor."

That was the princess's expectation for him...