Food reserves are all love brains? [Comprehensive]

Under the leadership of Maeve, Connaught's [-]th army pressed the border, while the soldiers of Ulster fell into the throes of the curse and were unable to fight. Only Cu Chulainn escaped by relying on the blood of the gods.But it was this one who was despised as "the hairless boy" who slaughtered thousands of Connaught soldiers by himself and made the army stand still in fear.

In order to preserve the combat effectiveness, Connaught reached an agreement with Cu Chulainn.Every day a warrior is sent to duel with Cu Chulainn. If the duel is lost, Connaught's army is not allowed to advance.

Cu Chulainn became more and more courageous, and Connaught's warriors never returned. Maeve had no choice but to seek foreign aid.

The beautiful Princess Finnaval is Maeve's bait, and the queen catches the big fish Nachrantel by her.When Nachrantel proposed to the Queen that the reward for fighting would be Fenner Val, Maeve agreed without hesitation:

"If you can kill Cu Chulainn for me, my daughter will be yours~ If not, you can use me~"

Queen Maeve's suggestive spread of her thighs impressed Nachrantel, but it was far less impressive than the scene in front of her.

Nachrantel's gaze turned away from the stunned Fenaval, and looked at the truth as if nothing had happened.

"Before coming here, a highly respected druid once told me that the turning point of fate lies in Princess Fennaval."

"I originally thought that as long as I marry the princess, I can grasp the turning point of my fate. But now think about it... who is [Fenner Val]?"

The man stretched out his broad palm, hugged the little girl by the waist through the blanket, and placed it with Finaval, who was shivering in the corner, looked at it carefully for a while, and then said calmly:

"You two, are you worried now?"

As soon as this remark came out, Fennaval's emotions couldn't help but exploded:

"You don't know me at all, and you are going to fight that terrible hound for a false name. I know you will hate me when you know the truth, but what can I do?"

"You misunderstood, the real princess."

"what?"

"I am not a romantic warrior, just a coward who is afraid of death. I have seen many [legendary] beauties, and you are probably the most outrageous one. But what does it matter? [Fennaval] is a prophecy The key to changing my destiny.”

Fenner Val hiccupped and heard Nachrantel say:

"The druid told me that I would die in the battle with Cu Chulainn. Even if I escaped this dangerous duel, an unknown disease would haunt me and end my life in pain."

"I was thinking hard on the road, how the beautiful princess will help me avoid disaster, I didn't understand until I saw you."

"What do you understand?"

"Princess."

Nachrantel got down on one knee,

"You are not afraid of death, but you cannot continue to endure the loss of the freedom to express yourself; and I am not afraid of losing the freedom of love, but I cannot bear the pain of death."

Nachrantel seemed to be talking to Finnaval, but his eyes turned to the truth that had nothing to do with him, his eyes flickered, and he said in an ambiguous tone:

"Don't you think... we're a good match?"

The ugly princess stopped crying and stared in shock at the suitor with a blurred smile.

The next day, the warrior Nachrantel set off.

The horn for battle sounded, and Nachrantel put on a brand new cloak and brightly painted light armor, and came to Maeve.

The pink-haired queen was wearing a dyed robe, and the colorful striped cloak set her off brightly. When she saw the handsome warrior, she opened an exaggerated smile:

"Oh, Nachrantel, you look so heroic. I look forward to you bringing back Cu Chulainn's head for me, and I will definitely hold the most grand wedding banquet for you and Finnaval."

"I'm looking forward to it too, queen. It's just that before I set off, I still have a little doubt in my heart."

"Say it, I will be satisfied."

Nachrantel replied with a worried expression:

"I have admired the princess's beauty for a long time, but unfortunately, I haven't had a chance to take a look at her before I leave."

"When you come back, there will be plenty of time at night."

"No, it's not like that. I'm worried that the princess will be shy. If the wedding is held in a hurry, she will definitely think that I'm a rough barbarian."

"Oh? You're so sweet—so, what do you want to do?"

"It's better to let the princess go with me. If I win, that moment will be a beautiful commemoration of our love; if I lose, I can die while stroking the princess's cheek, which can be regarded as fulfilling my wish."

"—Of course, before the duel begins, I will use my honor to make an agreement with Cu Chulainn that no matter whether I fail or not, the princess will return safely."

The soldiers around suddenly became agitated, and their hostile eyes focused on Nachrantel. Maeve motioned for everyone to be quiet, and smiled a little weirdly:

"My daughter is the most beautiful flower in the world. As a mother, I am of course reluctant to send her away. But as the queen of Connaught, since I have made a promise, there is no reason why the married couple cannot meet."

"Please feel free to use your husband's power ahead of time, Nachrantel~"

It wasn't until he left Connaught's camp that Finnaval carefully took off the hood that concealed his appearance.

"Mum really won't let me go easily."

The princess's voice was low and angry,

"She told me that if the situation was wrong, I would abandon you and seduce Cu Chulainn. She also wanted to force me to change into the most revealing outfit. If you didn't stop it in time, the matter would be revealed."

"The Queen knows that I am no match for Cu Chulainn."

Nachrantel was not angry,

"She sent me there just to delay time, and it's the same purpose for you to pester Cu Chulainn."

"What? You are so strong in martial arts, and so smart..."

"You think highly of me, Your Royal Highness."

Nachrantel smiled wryly.After the exchange last night, Finnaval had great trust in him, which made him feel lucky, but also a little guilty.

Once again, the warrior unconsciously looked at the listless little girl who was holding a cat and a rabbit, wrapped in a thick cloak.

Originally, Mari Kuze didn't want to come out with her. It was too cold in winter, and she wanted to sleep very much.But under the inducement of Nachrantel, Finnaval asked the truth to "protect" the princess to travel as a maid.

The monster of conscience couldn't stand the women's offensive of tears at all, so he nodded in agreement, and made a promise that made Nachrantel feel certain:

"Master Truth will protect Finnaval."

The place where the battle with Cu Chulainn met was near a hill. From the Connor camp to that side, the terrain was rugged and blocked by several small rivers.So the three declined the chariot given by Maeve and walked on foot.

Nachrantel patiently responded to Finnaval, who was traveling alone for the first time and kept chattering, but her thoughts drifted away unconsciously.

The Celtic Druids did not record their beliefs in writing. All inheritance was passed on through word of mouth. The connection between the mortal world and the god world depends on them. What mortals can understand is only sporadic and one-sided hints .However, because of his mother, although Nachrantel is a mortal, he knows more secrets than mortals.

His mother learned from a druid who had traveled the world. When teaching, that druid not only praised the local gods, but also explained what he had seen and heard from various places, including some thought-provoking legends.

——In the legend, above the gods, there are higher creatures.If she can gain her favor, the dead can be resurrected and the living can live forever.

Nachrantel lowered his eyes, covering up his slightly shortness of breath.When crossing the river, I extended a helping hand to the clumsy little girl wrapped in a thick cloak. The little girl glanced at him tangled up, as if she had made up her mind.Instead of touching his hand, his figure disappeared out of thin air and appeared on the other side of the river.

He smiled indifferently, his eyes darkened a little.

Fenner Val's scream sounded at this moment.

"Quick—look over there!!!"

The princess fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and Nachrantel looked at her.I saw the upstream water rolling down the gradient of the rocks, and the turbid dark water splashed everywhere, staining the weeds on the river bank red.What's even more creepy is that along with the river, there are stumps, minced meat, and heads with unidentifiable faces.

Nachrantel managed to calm down, stopped one of them with his foot, pulled his hair and lifted it, glanced at it, and threw it away with a pale face.

"...Did Cu Chulainn do it?"

Fenaval asked with a trembling voice.

"No."

Nachrantel signaled the princess to jump up to a higher rock, and saw the real face of the culprit.

It was a tall and thin woman with pale skin, disheveled hair, and blood-red eyes, but traces of her youthful beauty could be vaguely seen from the outline.Now she was sitting by the river, humming in a wild voice old songs without words.Fennarval looked intently and noticed that she was scrubbing the bloody garment roughly in her hand.

The clear water of the river was stained dark with blood, and the air smelled disgustingly rusty.Nachrantel covered the princess's mouth and nose intimately, and whispered:

"It's the Banshee, which Morrigan is said to have incarnated, something only the most unfortunate dying can see."

He pointed to the clothes again, and more bloody clothes were piled up on the shore: "Look carefully, those are the clothes you and I are wearing today."

"!!!"

Facing Nachrantel's deep gaze, the princess burst into tears.

The banshee, or the goddess, noticed their arrival. She stopped cleaning and let out a scream of sadness and joy:

"Wretched ones, you are about to meet the cruelest enemy, the wicked Cu Chulainn, who took my heart and brutally tore it to pieces. He is coming to kill you. Be careful, be careful! Poor people Oh, and you too will be mercilessly torn to shreds..."

The princess cried even harder.

Morrigan, the Goddess of War, who had just lost love with Cu Chulainn, obviously didn't want to take care of the dying person's emotions at all. She just wanted to make things bigger, and it would be best to hurt Cu Chulainn a little.Seeing Finnaval's tears, the goddess became more and more excited to describe the horror of Cu Chulainn. Just as she happily rendered Cu Chulainn's terrifying appearance, the little girl with black hair and blue eyes suddenly appeared.

Truth frowned, and slapped her on the head.

With a seemingly light movement, Morrigan's threatening smile froze on her face. Her body split into countless pieces, turning into countless black crows, and fled frantically.

The little girl picked up a piece of black feather, crushed it into pieces, and then spread her hand, the ominous black feather turned into white feather, Truth rubbed her sleepy eyes, and looked at the sobbing princess.

"Don't cry, Finnerval."

The conscience monster said vaguely, and pinned the white feathers in Finner Val's long hair,

"Master Truth will not let you die."

Humans are always fighting with each other, and Mari Kuze never liked to get involved in that.

But Finnerval's tears disturbed her.

If preventing a human from committing a murder can make the human princess stop crying——

Rubbing the ring, Truth reluctantly promised:

"……I promise."

"I won't let that Cu Chulainn hurt you."