The Golden Age: Colotia I

Olivette and Clodia had talked about this topic when they were in Grancel, and Julia and Mulla were of course inseparable by their side.

"...At that time, I asked Yulia to carry a handkerchief of mine... I read that in every book." Kolos said with a smile.

"Oh, I knew that Kolos liked such a beautiful scene as much as I do~" Olivier meditated, "Hehehe, beautiful princess and brave knight~"

His expression finally overwhelmed Mu La who was standing aside: "Okay! Pay attention to your image!"

Ke Luosi laughed and asked mischievously: "I don't believe that you did all serious things when you were young...Mr. Mulla must know best."

"Well..." Olivier paused rarely, with a bit of embarrassment on his face, and glanced at the corner of Mulla's serious lips with a smile, "Actually, when I was young, I also liked to follow the words in the book. Write to play with these things."

Ke Luosi instantly felt that she had discovered the big gossip: "Could it be that you also presided over the knight's award?"

Olivier nodded silently. Needless to say, the other protagonist must be our Mr. Mullavandel.

The relaxed atmosphere seemed to bring them back to the peaceful and stable time when everyone sat together, drank afternoon tea, and spent a beautiful day laughing and joking. There would be no roar of artillery to interrupt their conversation, and there would be no military reports. It is constantly submitted, and there will be no update of the casualty list one by one. The turbulent situation in the mainland has been triggered. Rebel organizations in various countries have set off a war that has swept across Semuria. Every country is in chaos. The entire continent was immersed in flames, large and small.

As Clodia I and Prince Greenwest, Kolos and Olivier will not be idle for too long. They represent the political forces of the Democrats of Liber and Erebonia, and they are new knots. The formed alliance naturally wouldn't have a lot of rest time, and the days of drinking tea and chatting became a luxury. For these two, sitting together to seriously discuss military intelligence became commonplace.

Olivier's situation is obviously more difficult. Alfred III is not in good health, and Princess Ludwika is the regency, and the prime minister has caused various disturbances in the country. The chaos within Erebonia left the prince struggling and reshuffled his cards.

Fortunately, there are still friends. Although there are raging wars on the mainland, Estier and Joshua, as guerrillas, travel around to practice the purpose of guerrillas to protect civilians, but they write letters every month. Kiku Fei Flying around, delivering news for them, this day became a vacation for Kolos and Olivier.

"Fortunately, there is you, Kolos." Olivier suddenly said softly. The prince, who always had a playful smile, was deeply tired. He leaned back in the chair, slightly closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes Covers the light of the eyes.

Yulia and Mulla have already exited the room, leaving the tranquility to the queen and prince. Kolos looked at the man in front of him. His face had been quietly engraved with the mark of wind and frost. The man who was once as beautiful as a work of art The contours of the young man's face became more and more sharp as if carved with an ax chisel, but the radiance on his body still only increased and became brighter. The political atmosphere did not damage his artistic temperament and aesthetic sense, but made this aesthetic sense more vivid.

"I said... Olivier, don't make yourself too tired..." Kolos thought for a while, and comforted softly, "We are all by your side, not only because we are allies, but from the perspective of friends, I... hope you will always be as vibrant as Olivier was before."

Olivier opened his eyes and looked at Kolos in front of him. She took off her girlish silhouette. At the age of 24, she already had the faint charm of a woman, but he still rubbed her hair like a little girl: "I also hope... I hope that the shadow of politics will never cast on you, you will always be our Kolos."

...although both of them knew it was almost impossible.

Many years later, the queen once inadvertently said to her maid in charge that during those dark years, there was only one word to describe the common feelings she had with Oliver I, and that was-dependence.

After the relatives and friends around them died one by one in the artillery fire, only the two of them, representing the will of the country, have been alive and will continue to live strong until they rebuild a new world.

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