The Golden Age: Colotia I

No matter how turbulent the political situation, ordinary people will never give up the only joy in suffering-festivals.Although life has given them endless tribulations, optimism and cheerfulness are always the most promising spirit in the dark

Therefore, when August comes, all the distressed faces of the Erebonian people are invariably hung with a trace of joy and expectation, and St. Sandlot's Day is coming.

This is a festival set up to commemorate the female knight of the empire who ended the "Battle of the Lions" more than 200 years ago, Liana Sandlot, the Maiden of the Gun.

It was a protracted national civil war, but the blond saint ended the suffering it brought to the people. For this reason, compared with the wider turmoil today than in the past, the enthusiasm of the people of the empire for this festival also embraced it. With greater expectations and hopes.

... How I wish there would be another person like this to end the turmoil in the entire empire.

So this year's St. Sandlot's Festival is more fanatical than previous years. The common people took out the only things left in their homes to celebrate this festival, to give themselves more expectations, and to live in In these difficult days, they have the motivation to continue to support themselves to go on, and they celebrate this upcoming festival with an atmosphere similar to doomsday carnival.

The joy of the people was not transmitted to the court. After the funeral of Alfred III, the whole court was immersed in a kind of depression before the storm.

The throne has not yet been decided, and the ministers are divided into factions. Princess Ludwika is becoming more and more indifferent and gloomy, as if her brother's death has brought the last ray of sunshine in her life, and her eyes have become sharper and more terrifying. One glance can make people tremble.

For the royal power of the Arnore family, she would never support Oliver on the throne, but the chaos of the country without a master kept her awake at night for Erebonia.But that's what makes Ludwika admirable, she may be cold-blooded and lost in the shadow of power, but her love for her country and her royal family is undiminished, even if her methods go down a wrong path The path of her life has brought serious consequences, but her sincere and fanatical heart cannot be easily denied.

She neither trusts nor distrusts her own power, and the confrontation with the prime minister made her unable to gain their support, and the massacre of the constitutionalists made her lose this power. All she has is the nobles. Full support.

Poor Ludwika!If she hadn't encountered such a troubled world, she could have become an excellent ruler of the regime; if she hadn't encountered such a historical change point, she might have become the backbone of the royal family; if she hadn't met Prime Minister Osborne A powerful man, she might let the aristocracy regain control of this country... But unfortunately, she encountered this war that swept across the continent. She did not have the power to control the overall situation like Osborn, and her dearest brother left this world……

She is a smart woman, after her brother's funeral, she found Milo Vander, she knew that this man was not as obedient and polite as his silent appearance, but she understood that the Vander family would never Will turn their backs on the Yanor family, this is something engraved deep in their blood.

"Since you're here, I won't put on any airs," she said to the silent man below, "What did my younger brother tell you before he died?"

Milo raised his head, glanced at her, and quickly lowered his head again: "Your Highness, please forgive me for being rude, but I am loyal to His Majesty, and will never tell anyone else what His Majesty has entrusted to me."

His stubborn persistence angered Ludwika, but his loyalty to his brother made her feel good, so Ludwika just stared at Milo without saying a word.

"However, I can assure you that I will never be sorry to Erebonia."

Ludwika suddenly smiled, and her smile flashed across her red lips, but it was bloody and sneering: "When did you become so loyal to my brother? If I remember correctly, you have been Didn't you really follow him?" So she didn't like him, "Do you think I'm a fool?"

She thought Milo would defend herself, but he was silent for a long time, and just said softly: "...I was wrong."

This sentence made Ludwika stunned, and she suddenly felt sad. After her poor brother left this world, she finally gained a long-awaited friendship and sincerity, but unfortunately, it all came too late up.

"Go down..." At this moment, the voice of the woman who remained strong at this moment finally showed exhaustion. She lowered her head, supported her head with slender fingers, and pressed the center of her brow, "I hope you can remember My promise..."

Princess Margaret immediately received a notice from Ludwika's sister, asking her to prepare for her marriage. The frail girl just kept silent, as if she had already expected everything and accepted everything.

But when she saw the desolate blackness in the palace, she couldn't help but tremble. The blackness of death reminded her of the red color she had seen in her childhood, and the unknown of her fate made her shudder.Margaret's silent blue eyes were like a deep sea, and an ominous premonition enveloped her whole being, which worried her even more than her marriage.

She stood there for a long time, staring at the blood-colored setting sun in the sky, then ran into her bedroom and closed the door tightly, no matter how the maid called, she would stay behind closed doors, as if this could isolate everything from the outside.

St Sandlot's Day is coming.

In the early morning, the bell rang from the high bell tower of Qiyao Church, one after another. Those who celebrated the second day's festival at night had already fallen asleep and dreamed sweet dreams, but the ferocious beasts began to move at this time.

Margaret sat in her room, listening to the ringing of the bell, her heart beat faster and faster, the sound of "dong dong" almost echoed in her ears, she walked to the window, and walked to the window. The mountains here showed a hideous outline under the night sky.

Milo van der was in his office, silently cleaning his great sword, the bright light flickered and reflected on the guided force gun he placed on the desk, he heard the bell, turned his head to look To the window, silent.

Olivier, who had returned to the country, was now hiding in a small village on the outskirts. The bells that resounded through the imperial capital were already very faint to him, but he still heard them keenly.His brow furrowed.

But Prime Minister Osborne, who holds the power of the empire, is sitting in his mansion, and beside him is Rector. The young man's face is no longer a frivolous smile, but a slightly dignified expression: "...Does it really have to be like this?"

Osborn smiled, and he listened to the bell: "... Let me see what she can do."

The maid serving Princess Margaret was dozing off by the door, and suddenly felt something was wrong. She opened her eyes, and saw the princess in white dress standing beside her, her eyes were far away, looking into the distance.

"Princess!" The maid jumped up, startled, and pleaded guilty to the princess in fear, but Margaret didn't seem to hear anything.

There was a faint sweet smell in the air, superimposed greasy, Margaret breathed this smell, she murmured and said silently: "... massacre..."

it has started.

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