The Golden Age: Colotia I

Vulnerability is rare in a man like Milo van der, because he won't let this weakness control him for too long, and soon, this man regains his calm and hard appearance.

Margaret I had just ascended the throne, and the internal affairs of the empire were in a mess. After destroying the nobleman in power, Grand Duke Kane, and expelling the constitutionalists, he seems to feel that his major goal in life has been accomplished, and now he devotes all his energy to the foreign rebels, and from time to time, he spends time with the President of the Kalvard Republic. Trick, but this is basically more good than harm to the empire.At the same time, in order to prevent the emperor's power from being emptied again, Milo established an imperial power among officials and nobles. The imperial court looked calm, but in fact it was still a competition between several forces, but it was changed to an undercurrent.

Although there is nothing to say about playing for the country, when the night is quiet, Milo sits at his desk and rubs the center of his brows. He always feels that maybe he hasn't seen Erebonia's new students, will die from overwork.

"Ha..." A low chuckle sounded inaudibly.

Almost at the same time, Milo jumped up, pointed the gun firmly at the corner where the laughter came from, and whispered: "Who?"

"Have you forgotten my voice?" The figure appeared from the corner, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, but his words were full of smiles, "This really makes me sad..."

The familiar frivolous tone made Milo immediately think of a person, someone who would never appear here: "It's you?!" There was a rare astonishment on his face, "Why are you here? "

He suddenly realized that he was still pointing the gun at His Highness the Prince, and quickly put it down, lowering his head slightly: "Please forgive me for being rude."

"You are always so polite, I feel embarrassed~" Olivier still had a smile on his face, Milo's eyes quickly slipped around behind him, he was looking for Mulla, but he didn't see it, He was surprised, but didn't ask.

No matter what Olivier came to do, he couldn't leave him alone here, because after Margaret I came to the throne, she neither pursued it like Ludwika did, nor issued a decree to rehabilitate her brother. So Milo didn't know how to treat him, so he had to ask him to sit down and receive Olivier like a childhood playmate.

"Ah~ As expected, it's still comfortable to drink coffee at night like this!" Olivier said contentedly, leaning on the comfortable soft chair, holding a cup of hot coffee.

Milo was sitting by the side, and he had known him since childhood, so he naturally knew that he came here not just for a cup of coffee.

"...What are you here for?"

Olivier smiled, put down the cup in his hand, and there was a slight "ding" sound, a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "I want you to help me, to see Margaret I."

He no longer used the affectionate "Margot" to call the little sister, but used the title of imperial power, which showed that he had considered her from a political perspective.

Milo smiled playfully: "What are you doing? Why should I help you? Don't forget, you still bear the name of treason on your body."

"I know my sister better than anyone else," Olivier smiled. "She is not suitable to be an emperor. She took advantage of a bloody incident and plotted against Wicca together with the prime minister... Once a person surrenders himself Giving conspiracy is tantamount to handing success or failure to the perverse appetite of luck, because no one can finely grasp the direction and temper of conspiracy."

"This child is smart but perverse, and her gentle heart will breed rage and depravity in the court...I only hope that you don't see such a thing before you can decide to help me."

"If you don't believe me, you can wait a little longer."

"When you see what my poor sister will become, I will come to you. I have enough patience."

"But Margot may not be able to afford to wait."

"Remember, an innocent girl is involved here... Please think about it."

He strolled to the door, turned the handle, and turned to Milo with a smile: "You know in your heart that what I said is the truth, let time prove it."

"...slow down!" When Olivier opened the door as if he was at his own home, Milo stopped him, "Before you leave, I have to ask you...my brother, where is Mulla? ?”

Olivier's hand froze slightly.

After a long while, he lowered his head, his drooping blond hair covered his expression, and he put his hands on something hanging on his chest. He squeezed the warm and hard corners hard, and after a long time, slowly and again Said softly: "...he is in the most beautiful place, always with me."

Then he raised his head, quickly returned to his hippie smile, waved his hands, and said goodbye to Milo smartly, and walked out as easily as if he was at his own home. Before his figure disappeared, he even had the leisure to say goodbye to Milo Luo left a sentence:

"By the way, I'm so sad that you always refuse to call me 'you'."

Milo didn't chase him, because he saw that the pendant was obviously Mulla's imperial medal, which he wore on his military uniform all the time.

He closed his eyes, took out what was in his pocket, and held it tightly.

It was a medal like his brother's, shining silver in the night.

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