Griffith asked alertly: "When did your teacher go to Beyeland?"

“It should be 1427, 17 years ago, but I have lost a lot of memories and can’t remember clearly.”

  The owner of "Notes on Potion Preparation" was active in Beyeland after 1427. According to him, he should have done some big things after that.

What could it be?

 Aaron? Aaron's family was destroyed not long after that. The one who destroyed them was...

 Ah! No! Griffith started to break into a cold sweat and hesitated whether to burn the notes quickly.

Mage Reed shook the copper coins hanging around his neck. His mind was no longer clear and he was dying:

“This is the Deathrattle Order, whose purpose is to pursue eternal life and evolution. Let me do one thing, run between the nobles and rebels here, open the gaps in the defense line, and let the fire of resistance destroy Verona.”

Griffith asked: "What is their true purpose?"

“I don’t know, it’s impossible to build a wonderful new world anyway! The teachings of the cult are to pursue eternity. A person who calls himself the Eternal Teacher provides us with information and materials, and moves around for the purpose of the cult.

“From what I understand, they are probably planning a larger operation, and only a few people are involved here, probably just to divert the official’s power and attention.

"They should have succeeded! At this point in the war, Verona's power has been severely damaged, and Bayerland's forces will intervene to seize the fruits of the war. The king and the Senate will definitely slack off somewhere.

Create opportunities for them."

 Griffith shook his head: "You know this, why are you still helping the cultists?"

"Helping the cultists? No, I'm doing what I think is right, even though it's not very smart~" Reed smiled miserably, "Verona is the embodiment of darkness, and the nobles here must be destroyed, even if they are replaced by worshipers.

The ruler of Yelam is much better than before, isn't it?

"Hey, without the teacher's guidance, I have just wasted my time on futile efforts these years. I hate these nobles, and in fact I also hate this group of rebels. I think they are all wrong, but the rebels have given the poor a better life.

Opportunity to resist.”

 The blood loss in Reed's legs has almost stopped, and there is no more blood left.

 He grabbed Griffith's hand and murmured:

"Take away my extraordinary characteristics, use it, consume it, whatever you want, although it is difficult to help. I began to have a feeling that there is some inexplicable connection between you and me. I used to also

I feel it in others. You are better than me.

"Let my last existence have some value to this world. If you can find truth and light, anything will do!"

"I will," Griffith shook his hand, "Griffith Blanton heard your will and thank you for your final service to this world."

"That's good……"

 …

It was already late at night when the group from Homonworth arrived in the old town. According to Bayerland's instructions, the final work of the battle was left to the local officials, and the students must withdraw to Homonworth as soon as possible.

 Old Town is a large port city, and garrison mages, priests, and garrison knights have all been gathered to strengthen defense.

That terrifying extraordinary swordsman is still wandering around with an army, destroying all resistance he encounters. If he delays and allows him to hurt a few young masters and ladies, it will be troublesome.

 After taking a short rest, Griffith, Sonia and their group immediately boarded a comfortable speedboat and headed straight to Homemonworth.

 Griffith washed away the blood and stains all over his body and came to Sonia's room to wait to review the previous battle with her.

 The news of the battle victory and escape has been notified to the family by the Old Town, but many subsequent work and arrangements cannot be finalized until they return to Homonworth.

After these things happened, and a series of overt or covert conspiracies against Griffith and Sonia, Count Larmore must have been unable to sit still. He should have set out from Beyeland with a powerful force and stayed nearby.

somewhere.

 The next arrangement, as well as the reward for this battle, cannot be determined until meeting the count.

 I rescued Sonia, spent so much money, almost eliminated the main force of the rebels, beheaded their leader, and captured the military flag. What kind of reward will be given for such military exploits?

Griffith thought about it for a while.

Episodes of headache kept coming, and there was even a bitter taste in my mouth.

 This is a sign of excessive physical and mental exhaustion.

 In the past few days, I have either fallen into a trap or been in continuous battles and marches, and I have to complete logistics and staff work without anyone's assistance. I can only close my eyes and take a nap during the intervals between battles.

 You can still persevere in intense battles and on the verge of life and death, but once you relax, the unstoppable fatigue makes you unable to move.

 Griffith fell down like a salted fish and immediately fell asleep on Sonia's bed...

After an unknown amount of time, the hatch seemed to be opened, and Griffith vaguely saw long blond hair flashing past, and then he escaped with a whoosh.

 It should be Fiona in the same room...

 After a while, Griffith felt his head resting on something. It was soft and elastic, with a familiar comfortable and pleasant feeling.

 Slender fingers were placed on his forehead, kneading it gently.

The bitter taste and headache gradually disappeared, replaced by the girl's unique sweet aroma.

 Griffith opened his eyes and found in a daze that Sonia was tilting her head slightly, her blue eyes lowered, not knowing where she was looking.

 Griffith felt his head resting on her lap, and the gentle kneading on his forehead disappeared, replaced by a gentle touch and movement between the ends of his hair.

Before he understood it, Sonia sat upright suddenly, and the faint touch between her hair was gone like an illusion.

"Okay, are you feeling better?" Sonia asked with a blush on her face, "Your mental energy has dried up, I'll give you a little more."

 “Thank you, it would be better if there were canned yellow peaches.”

Griffith said he was feeling better, but he lay there without moving his head and looked at Sonia expectantly. The canned yellow peach he was talking about was yellow peach sealed in a clay pot and steamed at high temperature.

A refreshing fruit dessert that especially suits his taste after being chilled.

Sonia smiled, held his head with one hand, moved forward with the other hand, turned slightly sideways, and reached over Griffith's head to get something on the table next to him.

 Griffith felt like two mountain peaks were pressing towards him. The round and straight arcs occupied his entire field of vision, almost suffocating him.

Who can stop this! He exclaimed in his heart and subconsciously grabbed the sheets.

“Fresh yogurt, I added a little honey. Thank you for the military flag. This is a perfect gift for the Larmore family! I will hang it in the cloister so everyone can see it during dinner!”

Sonia smiled brightly, took a spoonful with a small spoon, shook it in front of Griffith, and put it into his mouth: "Come on, open your mouth, this is a reward!"

 Ouch! Yogurt is also very good!

"That's good, but it's a little damaged." Griffith thought about Lance's flag, which was torn during the battle.

"That's great. The brand-new flag doesn't look very real. I even tore it up myself to further demonstrate Griffith's bravery and glory!" Sonia said with a smile, "All the other Shutorals will go.

After fighting for weapons and equipment, Lana and Lasalle were still clamoring for a duel, a duel, well, they would plant a flag at the gate of Homemonworth School for a duel. Or Griffith, you know the elegance and dignity of the knight, and

They are different!"

No, stop boasting, I'm sorry. In fact, I left because I had no money and was in a hurry to collect information... Griffith smiled with satisfaction. In fact, he should get up, and he can get up. But I always feel

This would ruin the beautiful atmosphere of victory and the delicious taste of the yogurt. He just continued to lie motionless, staring at the opposite wall in trance.

“You really like sweets,” Sonia’s tone was soft and waxy, “Be careful you become as fat as a bear.”

 “My brain needs sweet food like a sword needs a whetstone.”

“Isn’t the original saying that the brain needs books?” Sonia gently stroked the hanging light blond hair and gave him another mouthful.

"Is there really an original saying? I thought I was the inventor of this famous saying." Griffith turned his head to look at her in surprise.

 As he turned, his big head and thick black hair slowly rubbed against the girl's slender legs. The smooth and soft thin silk skirt doubled the sensitive contact.

 “Hmm.”

It was like a big ship was about to sail into a small harbor. Sonia, who was scooping yogurt, suddenly trembled and let out uncontrollable gasps and moans. She quickly covered her mouth with the hand holding the spoon, full of

Turning his head away with a blushing face, he reached out and pushed Griffith.

　　　…”

 Griffith’s bones were about to go brittle, and he sat up in shame...
Chapter completed!