Warhammer Throne

  After the announcement of Frederick as the Crown Prince of the Empire, it was noon.

Although the imperial and the Bretonians still dislike each other, at this time there will be no more conflicts between the two sides. They are now compatriots living together under the apocalyptic fire, and the last line of defense between the destruction of chaos and the civilians. Everyone knows that there is no doubt that they will die if they are no longer united. Therefore, the two sides reached the greatest degree of reconciliation. The empires began to call the Bretons "our chivalrous brothers", and the Bretons also called the empires " The loyal guardian of the homeland".

  Fight together, sacrifice together, and sing together.

The emperor made two major decisions. The first is naturally to make Frederick the crown prince, and the second is that Brunswick has no need to stick to it. The imperial court will move to Noor, where the emperor and the knight king will meet. Convene and reorganize the remaining order coalition forces.

The weather became a bit cold. The great nobles of the empire did not gather together for lunch, but returned to their own quarters. A series of things that happened to Emperor Karl-Franz made the nobles feel that a new storm has appeared. , They need to go back and discuss how to deal with it.

Emilia, the Countess of the Empire, has been unable to conceal her excitement since her son was successfully established as the crown prince. She returned to the base camp of Rondstede Castle. On a cold day, there was heavy snow outside the windows. Because of the bad weather, it was originally The planned post-war summary meeting was postponed, and Emilia threw the matter to her son, sitting alone in the courtyard of the castle drinking black tea.

Decades of planning finally succeeded, and her son finally succeeded in becoming the crown prince of the empire due to various factors. Emilia suddenly felt a little empty after achieving her goal. She suddenly didn't know what she should do. Well.

What else can I do? Go back to Ryan and continue to be his little maid~ Emilia sips black tea, thinking about it, the Queen of the Empire is not particularly keen on power, strength, and wealth. She really likes luxury. His life enjoyment, became the focus of the banquet, and became the arbiter, but these are not worth mentioning compared to Ryan.

Thinking of this, Emilia took out the mirror from her arms. She looked at herself in the mirror. The carefully painted makeup was a little bit spent because of all morning activities, but she still couldn't conceal the unique grace of the empire. Feng Yun, she couldn't help being a little proud.

Although she never went to the battlefield in person like Suria’s sister, Emilia carefully tailored a set of military uniforms for herself. Like Suria’s uniforms, there is no shortage of epaulettes and braids, but Amy Leah’s military uniform jacket is dark red, the neckline is buttoned by a black cross heraldic button, the inside is also a white forged shirt, Sulia’s iconic dark blue white skirt pleated skirt to Emilia This becomes a white pleated skirt with red edges. The hem of the skirt extends to about ten centimeters above the knee. The two long, soft white legs are wrapped in dark black opaque flashing pantyhose, and then a pair is stepped on a black stiletto heel. The soft and greasy jade feet in the boots.

  Amelia was in a good mood today. She rarely fattened her golden hair, but let it naturally shawl, just a little braid with a blue ribbon behind her right ear.

   Graceful and luxurious, coupled with the heroic spirit brought by the military uniform, Emilia is still very satisfied with her dress.

The only uncomfortable thing is... Ryan's little maid made gestures on her chest, and her face collapsed. After all, she is not Sulia. Although the little maid is not small, sometimes if she has to squeeze, Sulia will squeeze. She is a great beauty who can wear a "sense of oppression" in military uniforms. The fairy in the lake never wears military uniforms. The clothes of the goddess have always been exposed in the northern hemisphere. In this regard, she probably has a good place to communicate with Veronica.

  "Boom~Boom~" While Emilia was still thinking about it, there was a knock on the door: "Mom?"

   "Frey, please come in." Emilia hurriedly adjusted her attire, and then motioned for her son to come in.

Seeing that Frederick was still wearing yesterday’s shabby and scarred armor, Emilia complained subconsciously: "You, really, you are already the prince of the empire, and you are still wearing this armor. I didn’t prepare it for you. NS……"

Having said this, the little maid suddenly realized why her son was wearing this way, and her face couldn't help but smile: "You did it right, Frey, you did it well! You should wear it like this, tell everyone, Noor defends you. Command, you participate in the Battle of Braunschweig. We, Nuer, gave everything to defend the empire. Your position is not the Watten who is still dealing with the Chaos Army near Ostermark, and Lu who has avoided the entire battle. It's comparable to Itpolder II."

"Hey." Frederick scratched his head. Ryan's eldest son still couldn't believe that the godfather made him the crown prince directly. But when things have happened, he naturally couldn't help being happy: "The godfather, he just changed. People are the same, and he also placed Marshal Wolfhart the hunter under my command! When Lord Wolfhart recovers, we can get a strong sanctuary!"

"It should be, you are the crown prince, so naturally you have to have your own core team." Emilia couldn't help but be happy, she motioned to her son to sit opposite to her: "And Rick Guard, you should also pay attention, Lu Yi Tepold II was not good at commanding the army, and he did not have a decisive record, but it is said that his clerical and internal abilities are acceptable. In the future, you must remember to reserve a suitable position for him in your court. , This position is important, but not so important."

   "Understood!" Frederick immediately understood what his mother meant, and Ryan's eldest son rolled his eyes and understood completely.

"You can't show your emotions, don't let people know what you are thinking about, Frey, look at what you look like now? It's like a rat that got out of his damp cave and stole a whole piece of cheese." Emilia Grace There is a hint of blame on the luxurious delicate face: "Put away your expression, calm down, stay calm, listen more, watch more, learn more, talk less."

   "Yes! Son understands." Frederick also realized that he was a little overwhelmed, so he quickly lowered his head.

"You must also remember that your position as a crown prince is not only due to the tens of thousands of Nur army behind you, me and the Nur nobles, if not because of your father, not because of Brittany across the mountain. The Asian Crusaders lost more than half in this battle. You don’t get this position so easily.” Emilia stretched out her hand and held her son’s shoulder, when her mother’s earnest instruction said: “Whether you are in strength or prestige, In fact, they are not enough. I will choose you. A large part of the reason is that the emperor has to explain to the tens of thousands of Nuer and Bretons who died in battle, and to your father. This is a compromise."

  Frederick's eyes changed for a while, and he lowered his head to express his approval. He was still unwilling, but had to be convinced.

"The power in my hand will be handed over to you one after another, but you have to be more close to your dad and communicate more." Emilia knows the awkwardness of her son. This is how father and son are, even if there is an emotional expression. It was just a few words, and it seemed greasy and crooked to say too much. Frederick was an adult, and he had looming but disdainful feelings for his father, Ryan. This is the best way to be a mother.

For Ryan, the Sun King has too many things to pay attention to. He has a whole country and countless internal affairs to deal with. He has so many attendants, so many subordinates, and so many bureaucrats to receive. Everyone wants to get Ryan’s attention, such as the tower. Lelan relied on slacking his beard and horse, such as Beria relying on flattery to work, such as Calade relying on solidity and reliability, such as François relying on his own, such as Berhemond relying on incomparable strength and the most senior blood.

  In addition, Ryan has to consider military and diplomacy. He has to check the storms in his backyard and cannot always pay attention to this eldest son who is far from his sight.

"I see." Frederick pursed his mouth. He hesitated for a while before saying: "Mom, what the godfather means is, it's best to make urgent preparations during this time, and wait until we move to Nur. We will be married immediately while everyone is here."

"Holding a wedding ceremony? Isn't this great?" Emilia nodded, and the empire lady didn’t understand why her son disagreed: "This is an excellent opportunity. There are only four provinces left in the empire ( Wesson collar, Rick collar, Ivy collar, Thor collar) are still under control. Three years have passed since the war started in 2522. Both the army and the citizens have reached their spiritual and physical limits. It really needs a celebration to relax. This is also the best opportunity for you to stand at the front desk and show you to the citizens of the empire."

   "But..." Frederick still hesitated: "Is it too anxious?"

   "Too anxious? Just need to rush." ​​Emilia's gaze became dangerous: "Wait, don't you..."

   "Elly Sarah, she hasn't..." Sure enough, Frederick said embarrassedly: "She hasn't come back yet!"

"You guy! Want to marry two at a time?" Sure enough, Emilia's face changed, and the empire was so angry that she slapped Frederick's forehead with her hand. She screamed: "No! Absolutely not! Your wedding ceremony must be held immediately. It must be held while Carl, Ryan, and I are all present. I don’t care about your little beauty, I don’t care!"

"So, mom, do you do me a favor!" Frederick acted like a baby to his mother, and the son took his mother's hand and pleaded: "Go ask Dad and ask him to ask the fairy in the lake. , How is Elisa Sarah?"

"Okay, you know how to sell your mother, right?" Emilia was so angry that she wanted to spank her son's ass. Frederick ran away a few steps quickly. The eldest son also showed an ambiguous smile: "I am Give your mother an excuse. You and Dad have not seen each other for a long time. Why don't you take advantage of this opportunity to get together? Sleep with Dad and everything will be solved!"

  "What do you mean, you stinky boy!" Emilia was really embarrassed and angry: "What do you think of your mother?"

"I'm creating opportunities for you! Mom! You know, your son will always stand by your side, and your son will always cheer for you!" Frederick waved his fist and he was very serious: "Mother is expensive, son Honoring mother, mother, at this time we must unite even more, and resolutely defeat the old aunt Lilith and the stinky younger brother Devin!"

"Puff!" Emilia was very angry at first, but she was amused by her son's remarks. She blushed, barely agreeing with her son's opinion: "But, I just finished lunch now, what am I going to do with him? It’s three o’clock afternoon tea!"

"Take a nap!" Frederick grabbed a feather pillow directly from the bed and put it directly into Emilia's arms: "Just tell Dad, you want to take a nap, but you are afraid of the cold, especially your feet. Han, I want my father to sleep with you! Then just wear this uniform with black silk!"

"Ah..." Emilia was blushing when she was told by her son. The Queen of the Empire couldn't help nodding her head after thinking about it, thinking that her son knows his father well. Ryan likes uniform stockings the most, according to his son. With her understanding of Ryan, her own man can easily agree.

Frederick smiled. He didn't say that this is actually the most commonly used trick by Elisa. Before high-precision, the little queen often wears a nightdress with pantyhose drills on the grounds that "a person is afraid of cold feet." Frederick almost couldn't hold his bed linen several times.

   "Go ahead, mother!" Seeing that his mother was a little bit embarrassed, Frederick simply pushed her out.

After Emilia was gone, Frederick sat on her mother’s seat. The Crown Prince helped her mother to deal with the paperwork. This was something that was accustomed to him. When he was a child, Emilia hugged him all day. He was sitting in the palace of Elector Nur, reading documents, correcting the articles, and telling him one by one.

A few minutes later, about twenty-five young imperial captains and imperial generals who had made military merits in the Battle of Braunschweig followed his fiancée Noelle from outside, the youngest of whom was less than twenty. Years old, the oldest is only thirty-five years old.

  Under the leadership of Noelle, the new stars in the army collectively salute Frederick.

   "Loyalty! Honest!"

  On the other side, in the afternoon, Ryan sat in the king's golden-top tent and looked at the clerks. The knight king was speculating about who would become the incarnation of the eight winds.

  The wind of light is heading north? Lilith?

  Who will Flame Wind choose? Is the Lord of Phoenix Asu Yan?

  What about the wind of the beast? Tal incarnate?

  Metal Wind is either a dwarf or a Gelt, right?

  Emerald Wind is almost always Elso Loren, so the Eternal Queen Ela Ruili?

  The wind of death? Nagash has stopped cooking, and there is no chance of resurrection for thousands of eight hundred years, so... Emperor Setra? Death Lord Vlad?

  The Wind of Shadows? Orika? Malekis?

Ryan was still thinking about everything, and saw there was some movement outside. The old guard first asked and then saluted. The visitor walked in smoothly, wearing a full set of red and white imperial uniforms with a pleated skirt. Emilia of the Empire! She also hugged a pillow.

   "Emilia? What's wrong? Is something wrong?" Ryan put down the quill.

   "Why, can't I find you if I'm okay?" Emilia was upset when seeing Ryan's bad attitude: "Our son has finally become the crown prince officially, don't you say it?"

  "How can I express it?" Ryan smiled. He saw Emilia's dress, his eyes lit up, and he immediately stretched out his hand to signal his little maid to come over.

   "Take a nap with me!"

   Emilia put the pillow into Ryan’s arms.