[The Chronicles of Narnia] Sin

In the early morning of the second day, the Supreme King wearily pushed open the door of his office, and was taken aback—in front of him were rows of heavily armed Tribinthian warriors.

"Your Majesty," the soldiers suddenly knelt down on one knee and saluted him with their long swords down. "All the righteous men of Tribinia request Your Majesty to allow us to send troops to attack the island."

Their voices are powerful and powerful, and there is a strong sense of tragedy in them.

"Only by capturing Pedro and extorting a confession by torture will it be possible to save the princess." The leading young man said urgently, probably the most powerful general under Sharon's command.

"Please." The others said in unison.

Peter's heart suddenly surged.How could these soldiers not know that going to the island outnumbered was tantamount to voluntary death, but their loyalty to Sharon and the old dynasty made them decide to take their orders calmly.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

The Supreme King looked majestic, and leaned over to help the leading general: "The warriors of Tribinia don't have to perform this great gift. Of course you can go."

He paused for a long time, as if taking the time to strengthen his resolve.Finally, he solemnly drew out his saber and pointed it directly at the sky: "And--I and the soldiers of Narnia will walk with you, at your command."

When the soldiers heard that the Supreme King was finally willing to help, they stood up overjoyed, and tears welled up in their eyes: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

·

In the winter of 1008 in the Narnia Era, the Supreme Prince led the righteous army of Narnia and the loyal people of Tribenzia to attack the Pedro regime in Tribenzia.

He asked Susan to take good care of Sharon, Edmund temporarily imprisoned the country, and boarded the ship to the island with [-] brave warriors.

As soon as he landed on the island, Peter was surprised again: hundreds of loyal soldiers from the old dynasty stood on the coastline to welcome them.They were already dressed in rags and scars, and they had obviously hunted and fled for a long time, but they still stubbornly survived in the cracks, firmly believing that one day they would be able to wait for the return of Princess Sharon's army.

"Thank Your Majesty! Thank Narnia!"

"For the King and Princess! For Tribenzia!"

Accompanied by the majestic shouts of the crowd, more than a thousand soldiers attacked Pedro's palace with the firm belief that they would not die.

·

"I really didn't expect that the Supreme King would actually fight with me, Tribinia, for a woman." In the palace hall surrounded by the Justice Legion, Pedro sat alone on his deserted throne, lips The corner evoked a surprised sneer.

"You should know what you did to Narnia." The High King stood straight in front of him, and behind him was a black army of siege warriors, with just the right amount of anger in his tone.

"I don't want more bloodshed to happen, but you'd better figure out where you are now." Peter raised his angular jaw, his eyes were oppressive, "I and the army loyal to Sharon have taken over the palace layer by layer. Surround. If you take the initiative to abdicate and confess the conspiracy, we can avoid unnecessary fights among soldiers."

Pedro still kept a sneer: "You think everything is too simple, His Majesty the Supreme King."

"I abdicate to the virtuous? Apart from my poor unconscious niece Sharon, what other royal blood does Tribenzia have left? What do you want our small island to be without a leader and become a breeding ground and home for pirates and bandits?" Is it?" He became more and more agitated, and he punched the carved armrest beside the throne.

"Or..." he changed the subject, "His Majesty the Supreme King has long coveted our small island and wanted to include it in the territory of Narnia?"

"How dare you say that, Your Majesty!" General Centaur next to Peter drew his sword angrily and stepped forward, but the Supreme King waved his hand to stop him.

Peter was not angry at all at this moment.The experience of more than seven years in office has warned him all the time that being provoked is often the first step leading to defeat.

"You guessed wrong, I didn't mean that." He said calmly, "Princess Sharon is the closest legal heir to the throne with King Legordo. I think Your Excellency knows best why she is dying in bed."

"—Save her, or die, you choose."

Pedro glared at him and remained silent.

It seems that his attitude is very clear - even if he is doomed to die, he will never let others sit in the king's position.

Peter waved his hand lightly again, and several soldiers escorted Pedro's wife and daughter into the hall.

"I seldom do such unrefined things. You have repeatedly forced me to trade your daughter's life for King Legordo's daughter. This is a fair deal."

Pedro's daughter was still young, and her stature did not reach her mother's chest. She was sobbing softly, with tears in her eyes, and the soldiers present could hardly bear to look at her.

Peter's heart also clenched violently, and he hoped that this trick would succeed in making Pedro back down.But if the other party is still stubborn, he will not really do things like killing people/wife and daughter.

"Who is your spy in the castle, and how do you save Sharon?" He asked again.

Pedro sighed faintly, only to feel that victory and defeat are like a blink of an eye. "I know that the Supreme King, who is famous all over the world, has never killed a child. If you make an exception for me, it would be too much face for me."

He paused and signaled Peter with his eyes to let the crowd back down.

The Supreme King did so, and stood silently awaiting his reply.

"Narnia is such a huge country, I, Tribenzia, can't offend it. I put eyeliner at that time, but it was just to prepare for a coup." Pedro's voice was sad. "However, I still have to say that your Narnia court management does have a lot of hidden dangers. The informant who attacked Sharon, if you find him, you can force him to rescue him. But...you are left with less than It's been a week."

After saying this, the man chuckled lightly, looking relieved.

"Where is he - exactly -?" The Supreme King was about to lose all patience, and pressed the sword at his waist with his right hand.

The man on the opposite side closed his eyes, and replied in a low and slow voice, "...the intelligence agency."

·

"Come on, Blood Moon. Is this your full strength?" In the training room of the intelligence agency, Edith and others were undergoing combat training.

"I'm just showing the necessary humility to the lady." Saknur changed the long stick to his right hand, showing a confident smile, "Since you say so, I'm not polite—"

Just as he was about to launch an offensive, the door of the training room slammed open.

"Stop training immediately!" King Justice appeared at the door angrily.

"Everyone, gather in the conference room."

Edith followed the crowd to line up and put down the weapons used for training, and whispered to Saknur: "What's wrong with 'Phoenix', I always feel that his expression is not right..."

The teenager shrugged helplessly: "Well, we'll find out soon."

·

"Although I am very unwilling to disturb the morale of the army at this time, I have to say," King Justice sat at one end of the long table with a cold expression on his face, "the organization I trust and am most proud of Here, within the Narnia National Intelligence Service, there is a traitor working for the Tripenthian usurper."

As soon as these words came out, more than sixty executives were shocked.

"Impossible..." Mayamos, who was too tall and standing in the back row, blurted out.

"But I'm afraid it's true." Justice King replied in a deep voice.

"I, Edmund Pevensie, did not do a good job in the rigorous selection of personnel and the loyalty education of the intelligence team. I am ashamed of Narnia, I am ashamed of those executives who have always been loyal to their duties, and I am ashamed of myself. "

It was the first time Edith saw Edmund so angry and blamed herself, knowing how important this time was, she bit her thin lips nervously.

"In the next week, I'm afraid everyone will have a hard time. No one can completely rule out the suspicion, and I will conduct the most severe interrogation on everyone in turn. The executor who is an elf god and knows magic is the most suspected, and the priority is to interrogate .”

At this moment, the young man exudes a fierceness and courage that does not match his age, which is both admirable and slightly regrettable.

"I know this will hurt the loyalty of many Executors to Narnia..." He paused for a long time, seeming to choke. "But I have no other choice. Sharon can't last longer. Tribinia is about to face a crisis of losing the temple."

After finishing speaking, he stood up awe-inspiringly: "The meeting is over!"

·

"Are you okay, Mona?" The door of the interrogation room finally opened, and the dryad girl walked out of the room tiredly, hearing the girl's eager inquiry.

"It's okay... I didn't do it anyway, so there's nothing to be afraid of." She took Edith's hand.

"He asked you for four hours!" Edith was a little annoyed, "You risked your life to steal documents for him!"

Mona rubbed her temples that hurt like needles, and sighed weakly: "This is a little suspicious, isn't it? I am quite cultivated among the elves, and I may have direct contact with Pedro ...'Phoenix' was justifiably suspicious of me."

"Can you get me some water?" she begged weakly.

Edith responded quickly: "Oh, of course! You have worked so hard."

Dryads that are not rehydrated for three hours become extremely weak and miserable.While frantically pouring water for Mona, she couldn't help cursing Edmund—this time, he really went too far.No amount of anger and anxiety would justify treating his soldiers so cruelly.

She didn't actually blame the king's rights and positions.But after knowing the ins and outs of everything, she decided to continue standing at the door of the interrogation room, waiting for the King of Justice to come out and talk to him.

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, King Justice came out of the room with thick dark circles under his eyes.He saw Edith squatting at the door and dozing off, and raised the ponytail on her head irritably: "What are you doing here, do you confess your conscience?"

"Wow——" Edith woke up from her sleep in pain, "How could it be me, what are you thinking?!"

Edmund squeezed his dry eyes and said hoarsely: "I really can't believe anyone now, I think you should understand."

"I shall never betray Narnia," said Edith earnestly, "—if I am lying, let Aslan curse me never to return to the old world."

King Justice pushed back the messy hair on his forehead, and moved his stiff neck: "Then, you waited for me until three o'clock to show your innocence?"

"Of course not." Edith replied quickly, and then her voice gradually weakened, "I want to come here and advise you... can you use a better way to find out the mole... This kind of torture is too cruel." She looked A little cowardly, for fear of accidentally igniting the barrel of gunpowder that has reached the explosion boundary.

"Do you have a better way?" King Justice asked indifferently.

"No..." Edith murmured, "but I hope to find—"

"Then don't stop me." Edmund quickly interrupted her, obviously displeased, "We're running out of time, and Sharon is already furious, and the people of Tribenzia are counting on her."

At this point, King Justice picked up the interrogation record that had just been placed on the table, turned and left.

Edith saw that the situation was not good, and shouted behind him: "Peter would never do that! Calm down, Edmund!"

King Justice's advancing steps stopped instantly.The girl poked at the deepest pain point in his heart—the shadow of an excellent brother that he couldn't get rid of since he was a child.The pain and anxiety of being cheated turned into anger, which could no longer be concealed like a raging tide: "What are you—you're just an unknown piece of trash who works for me!" He yelled without regard for etiquette, "It's not your turn to judge, and you don't deserve to compare me and Peter!"

He turned around and turned back to Edith again: "Do you know Peter well?——Do you know me well? Are the stories you told about 1300 years later true, or are you making them up?" Made to deceive people?—Perhaps you are the traitor, Edith Onassis!"

The hysterical roar of the Justice King was like a knife, stabbing Edith to pieces.She couldn't believe that the other party never trusted her, and didn't treat her as an equal friend at all.

She couldn't say anything for a while, turned around and left in a daze.