The Golden Age: Colotia I

Arthur hurried through the streets and alleys.

He didn't dare to stop for a moment, and tonight, the last remaining Constitutionalists were gathering in a tavern, when the Imperial Army rushed in and started killing for no reason.He managed to escape with his life, but was also seriously injured.Blood dripped down his arm, and he leaned against the wall, looking out of the alley vigilantly, panting for breath as he watched the heavily armed Imperial troops hurry by.

He didn't need to guess, he knew that it must be the princess who decided to wipe them all out. Taking advantage of this carnival festival, she launched a bloody massacre. He could smell the thicker and thicker smell of blood in the air. This is a sign of loyalty to the royal family and nobles. The killing of the Cadets by the army... no, maybe not only the Cadets, if the princess had planned it, then maybe Osborne's men would...

Before he could think about it, the sound of the imperial army's boots was approaching. He rushed to the door of a house in the alley and knocked eagerly.

The door opened, revealing a pair of terrified eyes, Arthur lowered his voice and begged: "Please, let me in... Please!"

The door closed with a bang.

Arthur closed his eyes in despair, he felt the power and blood draining from his body bit by bit.He didn't expect that the people he fought for would abandon him like this.

...Maybe dying here, he thought.

"Come here!" There was a short call, obviously lowering his voice, and then he pulled hard with one hand. The hand was not strong, but Arthur was weak, so he pulled him over.

Behind the low wall is a man, wearing a hat with the brim pulled down, only a pair of deep eyes are very vivid at night, reflecting the light in the distance.The man listened to the sound in the distance, and Arthur looked at him suspiciously: "Who are you?"

"...Shh." The man put a finger on his lips, "Don't care who I am, if you die, just follow me."

Arthur looked into his eyes, and for a moment, he nodded weakly: "...OK."

The man smiled, his sense of seriousness disappeared immediately when he laughed, the corners of his lips curled slightly, his eyes sparkled, he took Arthur's hand and put it on his shoulder: "Come on. "

I don't know what's going on, that man seems to know the streets and alleys of the imperial capital Heimdall like the back of his hand, even some secret passages that are rarely visited by people. Arthur followed him, turning around, and finally came to a A dilapidated log cabin.

From the outside, it was obvious that the wooden house was impossible for people to live in. The crumbling ceiling made people daunting at first, but the man looked around vigilantly, and led Arthur to sneak in.

As soon as he entered the door, Arthur smelled a strong smell of blood. Beside the window, sat a man in an imperial uniform. His uniform was stained with blood, but his calm face was unmoved. Wearing a section of a bandage, one hand tightly wrapped the bandage around his other arm.

"You..." Arthur's eyes widened. This was clearly Major General Sirius who belonged to the iron-blooded prime minister's faction.Was the massacre not, as he thought, a massacre of the Constitutionalists, but of all those who rebelled against the authority of princesses and nobles?

The major general raised his head, glanced at him, his cold eyes showed no emotion, and then concentrated on bandaging his arm.

The man put down Arthur's arm, helped him sit on the ground on the other side, and pressed the brim of his hat: "Okay, this is my secret base, no one will find out, you can treat the wound here with peace of mind, I will also Go out for a while."

Arthur noticed that when he mentioned the "secret base", the corners of his lips curled up slightly, showing a playful and sad smile, like a child.

"Wait... where are you going?" Arthur called him when he was walking out, "It's a mess outside, you have to be careful, if you are caught, the bloody Ludwika will not let go Pass yours!"

"Blood... Ludwika..." the man murmured, and then he raised his eyebrows, "Don't worry, I have to go out and snatch more people from her."

"This country will need you in the future, so you can't die here."

"As for me, if it falls into Ludwika's hands..." He turned his head and smiled, "I won't die so easily."

Arthur watched him go out. He still didn't know who this man was. If he was sympathetic to the constitutionalists, why would he rescue the iron-blooded prime minister? If he was from the prime minister's faction, why would he help the constitutionalists? ?

Seeing Arthur looking at the door worriedly, Sirius finally said, "Don't look, he'll be fine."

Arthur turned his head and saw the cold-blooded soldier looking over mockingly: "You still don't know who he is?"

"……Who is he?"

"The name of His Highness, you can guess it without telling me, after all, he is also your loyal friend."

"He...he!" Arthur was stunned.

"That... that Highness! He is that Highness!"

At the same time, on the hills on the outskirts of Heimdall, under the darkness of night, a figure quietly stood on the edge of the majestic imperial capital.

A warm wind with the smell of blood blew over, the man frowned and sighed slightly.

"It will always be like this..." Her sigh was full of vicissitudes, but her voice was as clear as a spring, with a faint sound of gold and stone.

Her blond hair fluttered and fell with the wind, just like her figure, it disappeared into the deep night in just an instant.

Olivier was carrying a man on his back, and there was an endless stream of pursuers behind him. Following his running footprints, a string of blood dripped on the road.

He felt that his injured hands were gradually losing strength, and the unconscious wounded person on his back was getting heavier and heavier. Sweat drenched his blond hair and slid down his forehead, and there was a raw pain in the corner of his eyes.

At this time, he saw a blond figure passing by, and the long light blond hair brought a gust of wind, and then there was a "plop" sound of falling to the ground behind him.

"Who are you?!" the pursuing imperial army asked in amazement.

Olivier turned around, and was a little surprised to find that under the bright moonlight, there was a woman in military armor standing. Her back was facing him, and her face could not be seen clearly. Only a knight sword was held in her hand. The spear shone brilliantly in the moonlight.

"...Leave." Her voice was always like the wind, but it was not a refreshing warm wind, but a strong wind that had been blowing for thousands of years.

Olivier didn't have time to think about it. The person on his body couldn't hold on any longer. He nodded and left in a hurry, but at the last moment, he turned his head and glanced at the woman.

Her figure is still standing under the moonlight, her light golden hair seems to have melted into the moonlight, her figure is silent, as if she has stayed there for thousands of years.

The author has something to say: Although I haven't watched Flash Rails, I always feel that Sister Qizhu should be a very upright and loyal person. She killed the enemy for the country many years ago...