Camelot Dawn

Can I beat you! "

Although Androme was a little baffled, he followed the order and threw the glove on the field.Akefilo resumed his superficially relaxed and lazy posture and sat down, but his nerves remained tense until the last moment.Androme's usual weapons are all contraband in the tournament, and he can only fight with a spear and a sword on the field.But even so, Androme was by no means a vegetarian opponent.He is not a member of the Holy White Knights, so he is not obliged to participate in the tournament every year, but Akefilo feels that if he participated every year, he would have been the leader of the knights.

Sure enough, after a hard fight, Androme's sword pointed at the knight's heart in the silence of the audience.The referee rang the bell for the end of the game, and Androme won.Akefilo let out a long breath, drawing his father's sideways gaze.

On the field, Androme put his sword back into its sheath, and said, "Thanks to your advice, I am Androme Dimedesia, Captain of the Royal Guard. Knight, tell me who you are."

Lancelot took off his airtight helmet when he heard the words, and his curly blond hair fell down, fluttering gently in the wind. "Don't dare, I'm Galahad-Nimuve, from Gaul." His green eyes were calm and gentle, and his Celtic language had a distinct Gaul accent.Akefilo knew that Androme wanted him to listen, and he memorized Lancelot's words verbatim in his heart.His gaze followed the knight whose name he had only met for the third time until he left the venue.

The result of the contest made it logical for Lancelot to join the Holy White Knights.For the first time, Ekefiro presided over his ordination ceremony, which surprised the elders of the Holy White Knights.When everyone was speculating about the bright future of this young man, Akefilo left quietly with the only answer.

After a while, the excitement of the tournament passed, and life got back on track.

One day in the summer, Ekefilo passed a certain corridor in the palace, and happened to hear the voices of knights who had finished their training chatting from the training ground below the corridor. They were talking about recent generations of kings and royal families.He couldn't help but stop and listen, and soon heard his name.

"Is it Akefilo? As the crown prince, he is quite competent." One person said.

"But this kid's personality is really hard to get," another person shook his head and commented, "It's been better recently, how much he hated us before! This year, he was awarded the title for Galahad again, which makes people even more angry I don't know what he was thinking. Hey, Galahad, did you know each other before?"

Akefilo's heart tightened suddenly, he really wanted to know how this Galahad would answer, and he also wanted to confirm whether he recognized himself in those two encounters.However, it was not the voice of Lancelot who spoke next, but a guy known for his eloquence: "You know Galahad, I love to tell people about the experience of the retreat. You must not have heard Said such an astonishing deed!"

Come on, Akefiro retorted secretly, he was the Gaul general back then!He really wanted to put a curse on this eloquent orator, otherwise Galahad would definitely have a prejudice against him, and then he would not be able to win him over.Listening to the orator go on and on, he genuinely felt a little headache.

"It sounds like you have a lot of respect for him," Lancelot commented when the orator was taking a break.

The knights were strangely silent for a while, and then burst into laughter. "Where did you hear that?" The orator's voice was full of joy. "He's a black mage, a black mage!"

"Although he is smart, strong and beautiful!" one person said.

Immediately, he ushered in a sarcasm: "Actually, the last one is what you want to say, you flirtatious guy!"

"I was discovered by you, hahaha!"

Joyful laughter and chatter hovered over the twilight training ground, and Akefilo stood where they couldn't see, his face as white as a piece of paper.

In the past ten years, he has been conscientious, working hard, deliberately downplaying his identity as a black magician, and showing his favor to the Holy White Knights from time to time. All these efforts, at this moment, seem to be completely vulgar comedies directed and acted by himself.What Androme said about "treat them nicely and they will recognize you" is a joke.The Knights still look down on him and are unwilling to recognize him - just because he is a black mage.His efforts and sacrifices were reduced to what others called "eccentric" and jokes after dinner.Even if he becomes king in the future, all this will not change in the slightest.

Because the knights are such a group of arrogant, self-righteous and stubborn people!

The resentment towards the knights, after being artificially suppressed for a long time, was released again regardless.The dark mood quickly seized his whole heart, and Akefiro quietly crushed a corner of the window sill.The laughter below gradually subsided, and the knights had no idea that someone above their heads was already thinking about what spell to use to destroy them.

"Why?" Someone asked when the laughter faded.

"what why?"

"Is there any problem with the black magician?" Lancelot's harp-like voice was carried into Akefilo's ears by the evening wind, "I remember when I went to Camelot, I saw the magician with anyone People can live in harmony. So I don't quite understand, what's wrong with your crown prince being a black mage...?"

"You don't understand," an old-fashioned voice interrupted him, "we are not anyone else, we are knights. Knights cannot compromise like magicians, you must not forget this. This is a matter of principle !"

"...So that's the case." When he spoke again, there was a trace of sarcasm in Lancelot's voice, "Then, I want to get along with this noble magician even more. Among my friends, There hasn't been a black mage yet."

There was an awkward silence for a second. "Hey, we don't understand how you Gauls think." The voice of clothes rubbing against each other sounded, "Let's go, we've wasted too much time for your 'friend' today."

"Haha, that's right. Galahad, come on."

The words faded away with the sound of footsteps, and Akefilo stood in the corridor, taking back the violent mental power little by little.It seems that Galahad still has the possibility of wooing him, he thought blankly, it would be a pity to kill him for nothing.After his mental strength returned to calm, he also left this place of right and wrong.

The words of the knights stabbed at his heart like sharp knives, and when he left indifferently, the pain still did not disappear.It's just that the blood that flowed out was no longer hot, but gradually dried up, covering the wound like a hard shell.From childhood to adulthood, such hard shells have accumulated layer by layer, and his heart has become much more numb.However, deep in the hard shell, there is still a little bit of softness that will be touched by the outside world.Even Akefilo himself didn't notice, or deliberately ignored, in this soft place, because of Lancelot's few words, a vague expectation grew.

The author has something to say: In the beginning of the episode w, Philo is actually a bit likable, right... (guilty)

☆、Interlude [-] Scottish Snowfield

Galahad Nymway, also known as Lancelot, spent two years of ordinary and orderly time in the Holy White Knights of Edinburgh.The only thing that bothered him a little was the factionalism that prevailed in Edinburgh, and which spread to the Knights as well.The Holy White Knights has a long history and a good reputation, which has attracted many people to come here, which has led to the large scale of the Knights; in such a large group, people come from all over the world, with different backgrounds, temperaments and interest orientations. There are factions.If it was in the early days of the establishment of the Knights Order, the strict regulations might be able to play a restrictive role, but now they are powerless.Lancelot was careful to distance himself from all factions, but one day he had to accept an olive branch.

It was in the spring of the third year he joined the Holy White Knights. I don't know when, Akefilo came to observe their training more and more frequently.He didn't speak, just watched, and left after watching for a while, which made everyone feel a little baffled.After a regular training session, the knights bid farewell to Akefilo and were about to leave the training ground. At this moment, His Royal Highness, who had been sitting on the sidelines just now, stood up and shouted, "Gahrad, wait a minute."

It wasn't just Lancelot who stopped at the sound, but all the other knights.Everyone was a little curious about what this eccentric Highness would say after watching it silently for a long time, and rarely opened his mouth once.

I saw Akefiro pass through a group of tall knights, go straight to Lancelot, and stop in front of him.

"May I ask what advice does Your Highness have?" Lancelot nodded slightly and asked.

Akefilo said: "Knight Galahad, I believe you have not forgotten that I personally presided over your conferring ceremony two years ago. I think I expressed my affirmation to you at that time. It's clear."

"His Royal Highness's acknowledgment has been of great support to me," Lancelot said.

Ekefiro raised the corner of his mouth, and asked seemingly plainly: "Now, I think another time is ripe. Galahad, now there is a new opportunity in front of you—you will have the possibility to join the royal family." Guards, become my personal soldiers. I don't know what you want?"

As soon as these words came out, there was a small circle of surprise in the surrounding area.Akefiro looked around the group of knights with satisfaction, only to see that some were surprised, some were whispering to each other, and some looked at Lancelot with envy—after all, joining The royal guard means being able to get as close as possible to the people of power.Having someone in either faction in the Royal Guard would be a rare advantage.It's a pity that such a scarce and important seat was given to this Galahad who tried his best not to participate in faction disputes-what a waste.Akefilo roughly guessed these thoughts, the smile on his face deepened, and his eyes fell back on Lancelot.

But at this moment, Lancelot's mental activities were different.He saw that Akefilo did it on purpose, asking these words in front of so many knights, so that he had no choice but to join the Royal Guard.But once he joins, it is tantamount to acquiescing to become Akefilo's confidant. Even if he doesn't think so, the outside world will put this label on him-this has to make him hesitate again and again.However, he didn't have much time to think about it. Akefiro waited for the answer, and the surrounding knights were all staring at him.Lancelot felt a long-lost sense of embarrassment on pins and needles.

Why would Akefilo think of wooing him?This is a question that Lancelot has been thinking about and doesn't understand.He guessed that maybe the other party recognized his ability, but what he didn't expect was that his words on the training ground were also a reason for Akefilo to make up his mind.Of course he couldn't guess it, because when he said that, it was more to refute the previous knight who was peddling the old, rather than expressing his own desire.Unfortunately, Akefilo believed it, and he thought he was using others.

In the end, when the surrounding eyes were about to poke him out of the hole, Lancelot replied: "Your Highness is so favored, I will go all out to perform my duties."

make a deal.He finally took over the olive branch of Akefilo, and left with everyone in Akefilo's triumphant smile and surrounded by sincere congratulations.

Forget it, he thought, even if he joined the Royal Guard, there must be a way to keep himself away from those right and wrong.

So, in the summer of the third year Lancelot came to Scotland, he was transferred to the Royal Guards.This is a small army of hundreds of people, and it has the opportunity to get in touch with the core of power at the closest distance, which makes all the knights jealous.At this time, it has been more than a year and a half since the conversation between him and the other knights on the training ground, and no one would think that it has anything to do with it.People pretended to congratulate this foreigner on his success, and the rumors about Akefilo conferring on him personally also came to life from the silence.However, no matter how amazing the outside world was, Akefilo and Royal Guard Captain Androme, who were directly related to the matter, did not make any statement.This internal and external contrast makes a promotion in a general sense a little weird.

■

After entering the Royal Guard for a year, Lancelot's status has undergone earth-shaking changes.In the past, he was one of the many knights of the Knights. He was among the crowd, and he could ignore everything that happened around him and protect himself wisely; but now he has become the personal guard of Akefilo. Allegiance, and more importantly for him, is to be responsible to the prince himself.On any issue, he must maintain the same position as Akefilo, but it must not be too clear, because he does not want to bind himself to the prince and be forced to be involved in the power vortex of Edinburgh-maintaining such a balance seems to be Walking a tightrope is a test of a person's ability.Having spent a year in the Royal Guards, I have to say that he felt a little tired.

But what is gratifying is that the Highness he is in charge of has never asked him to participate in faction disputes as his pawn.Although Lancelot knew that it would be a matter of time, Akefiro dug himself here for this.But so far, his role to Akefilo is limited to an ordinary guard, or a more trustworthy one.Akefilo let him stay by his side a lot, and occasionally chatted with him.When he was working in Gaul, he had seen some nobles who had a good personal relationship with his close servants, and he himself was one of them, so he was very skilled in dealing with such situations, the only difference was that the role changed from noble to noble Just become a valet.

The winter of 204 Camelot was surprisingly cold.In previous years, Edinburgh seldom freezes in winter, and even if it occasionally freezes, it will melt quickly after the sun comes out; however, this year not only the drinking water froze, the rivers froze, but even snow fell.In a place like the British Isles, where the climate is mild all year round, there is a lot of rain, but it is not an easy task to turn it into snow.The snowflakes began to flutter in the middle of the night and did not stop until the next morning. Under the thin winter sun, the fluttering snowflakes became a novel sight in the eyes of many dignitaries.

At noon, the snow finally stopped. At this time, the houses and streets of Edinburgh were covered with a thin layer of white, faintly exuding the golden brilliance of the sun.The city was originally built with white stones, and now it adds a sense of tranquility and comfort.

"It's so strange, even though it's so cold, it seems to feel very warm for no reason." Standing on the terrace, Akefilo said to himself while looking at the scene in front of him.Edinburgh's Royal Palace is built on the hill, and the outstretched terrace basically overlooks the whole city.At this time, a thin layer of pure white snow enveloped the golden sunlight, covering all the roofs, and it did seem to have a warm color.

However, Androme, who was standing next to him, didn't seem to be aware of this, and the captain of the guard in black said it was a matter of business: "Your Highness, haven't you figured out how to use that new chess piece that you have favored for a long time?"

"..." His Royal Highness, whose literary and artistic feelings were interrupted, silently raised his forehead, and then switched to the serious mode: "To tell you the truth, I really haven't put him into use now. But don't worry, I will never waste this excellent talent."

Androme leaned on the railing, folded his hands in front of his chest: "Well, it seems that you don't plan to tell me the details. Well, as long as you know not to waste it. How do I feel..." Rose Red His eyes swept across a certain corner inadvertently, "...you seem to be simply developing a friendship with him."

Akefilo's eyes were still on the white roof, and he didn't look at Androme.Hearing this, he couldn't help tightening his hands holding on to the railing: "Sometimes I do think that I really only treat this person as a friend...Of course it's just a thought."

Androme said disapprovingly: "It seems a little too early for you to think about this."

Akefilo nodded: "I know. It's just that that kind of thought still appears from time to time, because among the people I have met before, there is no one like him. Dislike, hostility, ridicule and disgust, am I not in these Did you grow up surrounded by emotions? Since childhood, who has said that he is willing to be friends with me?" He said these words as usual, and there was even a hint of ruthlessness in his tone.Androme frowned slightly, and Akefilo continued:

"But he said that. This is the first sentence I've heard in my memory. Although he thought I didn't know it. But it was because he didn't know I was listening that it seemed more real...Therefore I think, no matter what, I should give it a try. After all..." Akefilo smiled lightly, "He is a very gentle person."

Rarely has Ekefiro been so excited, Androme thought.Ever since he became the crown prince and decided to ease relations with the Holy White Knights, he has become more and more restrained in his emotions.He became polite, with a superior indifference behind it.He does everything like a clockwork machine, meticulous, step-by-step, all routine.Androme, who had known him for a long time, looked at such a prince, and sometimes even wondered if he would slowly lose his normal human emotions.

However, at this time, a Galahad-Nimuve appeared. The Gauls who came from afar had no grudges against black magicians. In him, Akefiro found a gentle and tolerant attitude that he had never experienced before. mood.Then it may not matter what Galahad thinks, Androme thought, even if he only fulfilled his duty to Akefilo, even if he was as gentle and polite to everyone, if Akefilo If you can find the long-awaited warmth in him, then it doesn't matter if you maintain this status quo.

So he changed his words and said: "Then what to do is up to you to decide. As long as your interests are not harmed, I agree with all your decisions unconditionally."

Akefilo glanced at him, but said nothing.Androme said his goodbyes and left, leaving him standing alone on the terrace watching the empty snow slowly melt in the sun.After Androme left for a while, Akefilo heard light footsteps behind him, and then a warm coat was put on him.His Royal Highness turned his head, and Lancelot smiled apologetically, "I'm really sorry, it took me some time to find you, but I hope it's not too late."

"Ah...no," Akefilo was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and fastened his coat, "Actually, it's not too cold on the terrace."

Lancelot simply said: "Be careful."

Akefilo didn't see Lancelot's expression, and he didn't even think to care about these trivial things.At this time, in his mind, the faint smile of the blond knight lingered like a brand, which brought him some associations about summer, the golden sunshine, the green tree shadows and the light wind.Those warmths surrounded him as if they had suddenly become solid, and the layers of blood scabs in front of them became worthless.

Only then did he realize that this winter was really cold, and the coat on his shoulders that had a bit of human warmth was burning like a flame.

■

Another year passed, and it was the end of October in the year 205 of Camelot.According to the Roman calendar introduced in England, this is the end of the year; however, according to the ancient Celtic customs still preserved in Scotland, the last day of October and the first day of November are the beginning of the new year. It's called Samhain.Savin is the name of the god of death in Celtic mythology. It is said that he and the undead under his rule will return to the world on this day.So people lit bonfires, burned animals, and offered sacrifices to the god of death by singing and dancing around the sacrifices and the fire.Gradually, this ritual that originally existed for exorcising evil spirits gradually weakened its sacrificial color, and turned to cast a festive and joyful tone.The main purpose of people lighting bonfires is no longer to offer gifts to the dead, but to bring joy to the living and welcome the arrival of the new year.

At this time of year, fires are lit on the square at the foot of the Royal Palace in Edinburgh. On the night of the last day of October, people from all over the city gather in front of the palace to hold a bonfire party, which is the most lively night in Edinburgh throughout the year.

The same is true this year. When the bonfire is lit, people's joyful emotions are mobilized, and many unsatisfactory and difficult things in life are temporarily forgotten.The citizens danced around the tall fire, and some people who could play musical instruments brought pianos from home to play sacrificial songs.The children also got a rare opportunity to let go of their temper and play around, chasing and frolicking like runaway ponies in the square, and their parents showed extra tolerance to them.The young lovers hug each other and dance beside the fire. At this time, whether the boy's dance steps are graceful or whether the girl's rotation is light is not important. They enjoy the joy of spending the festival with their lovers.

The flames made everyone's faces red, and at the top of the fire, bright sparks rushed into the night sky one by one, like groups of fireflies.Whether they are men or women, old people, young adults or children, whether these people are sick or healthy, rich or poor, on this night they can forget the darkness in life, immerse themselves in the celebration without reservation, and share Indistinguishable bliss, momentary equality and paralysis.

Ekfilo never participates in the Samhain celebrations.He was at a loss for such a crowded and joyous occasion, so it was enough for him to stand on the edge of the terrace and look down at the celebration below.He had always hoped that someone would watch it with him, but most people didn't have this strange interest and didn't have a good relationship with him. Androme, who had a good relationship with him, would lead the Royal Guard to maintain order and patrol at this time of year.So his hope has always been just a hope.But in recent years, this hope has finally come true, and Lancelot can be by his side.When he wondered why he didn't go on patrol with Androme, the answer he got was that the captain of the guards didn't put him on the patrol list.

In short, the night of the Samhain Festival of His Highness Akefilo is not so lonely now, although the person involved has never felt lonely.Right now, he was staying on the periphery of the festival crowd, feeling the aftermath of a little joy, with Lancelot by his side drinking and talking with him, and he felt that this was already the best.

——His Highness Akefilo is actually quite a contented person.

"Galahad, tell me about your hometown." Akefiro suddenly made this request during the random chat with Lancelot.

Hearing this question, Lancelot's mind went blank, and he didn't know what to say for a while.home?Where is his hometown?He always told people that he was a Gaul, but he didn't have a home in Gaul.Even if his father recognized him and granted him the title of nobleman, he was more a knight to him than his son Galahad Rogeris.So is his homeland Avalon?Although he was not born there, he grew up there, and he clearly remembered the snow-white holy mountain and the black rocks by the sea at the foot of the mountain, which were deeply engraved in his soul like a brand.But is that his hometown?Is the place that he personally denied worthy of the term "belonging"?

"Galahad?" Akefilo looked at him who was speechless with some doubts, "What's wrong?"

Lancelot was still immersed in his own doubts.Perhaps as some people say, the place where there is family is the hometown.Then, he thought dumbfoundingly, he couldn't find an exact hometown for himself.

But the prince's question still had to be answered. "Forgive me, I don't know what to say to you." After a moment of hesitation, Lancelot resumed his indifferent appearance, "My hometown is a place that is somewhat complicated to describe..."

Then he described it to Ekephilo. He said that the place was in Gaul, and the castle where he grew up was next to a lake.His mother loves the view of the lake and likes to take his sisters to go boating on the lake.The castle is backed by a high mountain, with white snow on the top of the mountain, and black rocks exposed in the middle of the white snow.Two of his younger brothers had black hair the same color as the rock, and now one was in the Order of Camelot and the other was in northern England.He hadn't seen his sisters and mother for a long time...

Ekephilo couldn't tell the truth of the words, he didn't know that the place Lancelot described was a fusion of three elements that he regarded as belonging - Gaul that carried his blood, Avalon where he grew up, and Kovan and Gakhris.He asked Lancelot: "What is the name of this place? When do you plan to go back next time?"

Lancelot shook his head and smiled helplessly: "I'm afraid I can't go back. Your Highness, my hometown has been destroyed in the flames of war."

However, he knew that it was not destroyed by the fire of war, but that it never existed at all.In other words, such a place that combines all his sense of belonging exists only in Lancelot's dream and is destroyed in reality.

Akefilo didn't expect such an answer. After being silent for a while, he asked cautiously: "Ngalahad, do you have a wife or children?" Sloat was transferred to the bonfire in the square.

Lancelot simply shook his head: "No."

Hearing what he said, Ekefilo gripped the railing tightly, stared at the bonfire and said, "So, since you are alone and your homeland is destroyed, Galahad, have you—have you considered , making his hometown yours? Have you considered re-rooting elsewhere for the rest of your life?"

"I..." Lancelot was interrupted just as he was about to answer.

"Stay in Scotland, Galahad!" Akefilo let go of the railing, and turned to him eagerly, "Stay forever, Edinburgh is your hometown - don't you live well here? Edinburgh isn't Can it provide you with daily needs and shelter at critical moments? So stay and never leave again. You can choose to continue to be my personal guard, or tell me other positions you want, and I can give you !"

The firelight shone through his silver hair and green eyes, making his pale features more vivid than ever.When he said these words, he felt his heart beating like a drum, and his blood was hot like magma.Stay, stay by my side forever, he silently prayed many times in his heart, and today he finally asked.He is too greedy for those gentle words and shallow smiles, because no one has ever given him so many such good things.That noble blond knight gently softened and smoothed the hard shell and edges accumulated in his heart bit by bit.

—Stay with me, let my city be your hometown, and let me be your family.This is the only time in Akefilo's life that he has such a strong desire to take something as his own forever.

"...Your Highness, this is not something that can be easily decided." After a long time, Lancelot said.

Akefilo said, "Don't be too quick to say no, consider my suggestion -- seriously consider it, please."

He smiled at the blond knight, and the smile condensed into a beautiful impression in the firelight of the Samhain festival.Aikefeiluo himself didn't know how amazing and beautiful he bloomed at that moment as "himself" when he let go of his heavy guard and stayed away from intrigue.In Lancelot's long life, this smile has not been forgotten over time, but he has gradually forgotten who the owner of the smile is.Sometimes he would suddenly think of this night, and then wonder when did he know such a person.

At that time, the silver-haired King of Scotland had already been buried in the long wind and snow of memory by him and everyone else.

■

After that Samhain festival, something subtle changed in the hearts of both Lancelot and Ekefiro.For Acfello, it was the anxiety of not knowing the outcome, but for Lancelot, it was trouble and wanting to stay away.

The reason is that Ekefiro misunderstood Lancelot from the very beginning.A word that Lancelot said inadvertently made the sensitive Prince believe it, and then caused a series of mistakes.Akefilo didn't know that the blond knight was equally gentle, courteous and tolerant to everyone, and he didn't know that it was another way of alienation.In fact, it's the same as he used outward politeness to cover up his indifferent heart. Lancelot's gentleness to everyone is just an excuse for him to refuse to have deep friendship with everyone.It's just that this excuse seemed so good that it successfully deceived His Royal Highness, who was quite unfamiliar with human emotions.

Now, the final result of the misunderstanding is revealed, and the fruit is very bitter for everyone.

Lancelot thought about it, and it seemed that the best way he could choose to deal with it was to leave.There could be no worse consequences, no deeper misunderstandings, just to leave Scotland and nip all this in the bud.After making a decision, he deliberately waited two months after the Samhain Festival passed, until the beginning of 206 in Camelot, and submitted a resignation request to Akefilo.

Of course Akefilo disagreed, in fact, his fingertips were trembling with anger after receiving this request.It's not that he didn't think about the worst result. Lancelot gave him such a bad answer, but when he really faced this result, he still felt unacceptable.

Androme finally calmed him down, and solemnly suggested: "Your Highness, you should let him go."

"Impossible!" Akefilo was about to bounce off the chair again, but Androme pushed him back, "I will never let him go! He must explain to me clearly why he made this decision!"

The captain of the guard looked at him with a half-smile: "Don't you want him to tell you that he treats everyone like that, and you are not much special than others? You have to tell you in person before you believe it, he Is the tolerance and patience towards you just out of duty and chivalry? Your Highness Akefilo...I doubt it, will you be able to accept it smoothly by then?"

Akefilo asked with a gloomy expression: "You knew about it a long time ago? Why did you keep it until now?"

Androme could only sigh secretly in his heart, and knelt down in front of Akefilo to admit his mistake: "Your Highness, I misjudged the situation and didn't tell you when I found out. Please punish me."

He is not much older than Ekefiro, and he has a much more thorough view of people than the latter.After getting in touch with Galahad a lot, he soon discovered that this person's way of acting was deceptively gentle, and His Royal Highness was addicted to it.On the terrace after the light snowfall, he deliberately elicited a discussion about this person, preparing to tell Ekefiro the real situation.However, he inadvertently saw the blond Galahad rushing to the terrace with a thick coat, because they were talking and stopped in the shadows.At that time, he suddenly felt that it was good for someone to care about Akefilo, and he never expected that there would be such a situation today.

To this day, he can only suggest to Ekefilo: "Your Highness, let him go." He knows that this is the best way to save him.

But Akefilo clenched the armrest of the chair stubbornly: "Never!"

Acafilo dismissed that severance request.The relationship between the two suddenly fell into a deadlock, and Androme had to use some powers to deploy personnel to reduce the chances of the two of them meeting each other.However, two weeks later, a sudden funeral broke the rigid situation