You and me under the world tree

However, she had to do that, so no matter how hard it was, she could only bite the bullet and chew on it.

This matter is too important.

"Come on, Hella, we don't know how long we can live here."

Then, Hela, who was slowly walking up to the second floor, suddenly stopped her footsteps.

At this moment, her eyes looked around.

"Speaking of which, how long have we lived here?"

"Ok?"

When Hela suddenly asked this question, Dietrich couldn't help being taken aback.

Then, she couldn't help but think about it.

"It seems... It's been several months."

For a moment, Dietrich herself couldn't help being a little dazed, because she suddenly realized that she seemed to have completely relaxed recently.

Even the so-called time was not seriously calculated.

This doesn't seem to be a good habit. After all, she is a Gothic princess and often goes out to fight. Calculating time should be instinctive to some extent.

But in the end, she showed a helpless smile.

"It's so leisurely here, so leisurely that I almost forgot my identity."

Because no matter what, she couldn't deny that she liked the feeling of having nothing to do.

But it's a pity that she still has obligations, and obligations that she cannot get out of.

"Father..."

She clenched the bottle tightly, then poured herself a glass of fruit wine, and drank it slowly.

Outside the window, her warhorse Falke also snorted, and flames erupted from his body, and this scene scared the ordinary horse next door too scared to eat grass.

…………

As for the other side, Huo De has come to the palace.

He didn't care about the Skywrath warriors who saluted him, but quickly passed through the corridor of the front hall, passed through the courtyard where the Child Tree was, and then reached the depths of the palace.

And at the door of the study, he saw the girl sitting on the desk.

Princess Hilda of Iceland...

Well, it's no surprise that she's here.

Hodder knew that she had the rainbow rune stone that led to the depths of the Netherlands palace, and he had drawn the teleportation magic circle himself.

However, what puzzled him was that Siegfried seemed to be the only one in the study.

"Ah, uncle... Your Excellency the Sage."

At first, Hilda might want to use a more intimate title.

But Her Royal Highness the Princess of Iceland is not an old fritter after all.

Her skin is actually very thin.

It's one thing in private, but it's always a little embarrassing to actually admit something in front of real elders.

as it is now...

In fact, she was inexplicably guilty, so she couldn't help coughing lightly.

"Okay, what to pretend."

Facing the eyes of the bewildered Icelandic princess, Hodder said with a smile.

"Where's Ziggy?"

"He..."

As soon as the topic of Siegfried was brought up, the tension on Hilda's face dissipated, replaced by a lingering helplessness.

"his words……"

Huo De understood before Hilda finished speaking.

Because at this time, the girl's gaze had already turned to the study, which was a small room, where Siegfried usually slept.

Although in the inner hall, His Majesty the King naturally has a room in line with his status, it is a gorgeous and magnificent room.

But usually, Siegfried still used to sleep beside the study.

"He fell asleep?"

"No, he's in a daze inside."

Having said that, Hilda hesitated to speak.

"You'd better take a look for yourself, his condition is actually not very good."

"Well, I can probably understand."

Although Hilda hadn't finished speaking, Huo De knew Siegfried's state very well.

Because he knows that kid well.

"With his personality, when a war breaks out in his own kingdom, he can't sit still no matter what."

It's not that he loves fighting, but that he can't bear to stay in the rear.

"I'll go see him."

Chapter 93: Inner Conflict

Perhaps it was because Siegfried knew that Hilda was in the study outside, so he didn't directly lock the door.

From this point of view, the young Lord of Armies has great trust in the Icelandic princess of the same age who accompanied him all the way to the present.

The relationship of trust between them does not allow anyone to interfere.

Also because of this reason, Hodder didn't need to knock on the door at all, and opened the light wooden door with a slight twist of the doorknob.

Immediately afterwards, the simple room came into view.

Huo De has seen the style of Siegfried's formal bedroom, which can be described as luxurious and magnificent, and the space is also huge.

All kinds of carvings, hanging paintings, gorgeous shields, and sharp swords all prove the superior aesthetics and taste of the room designer.

But this small room for rest connected to the study is different.

In fact, it is the only small house designed by Siegfried himself.

There are plain wooden tables, hard wooden beds with animal furs, and a shield and iron sword without any patterns hanging on the wall.

At first glance, it might even feel like you're in the wrong place.

Hodder even had the illusion that this place was not a room inside the palace, but a small room next to a blacksmith's shop.

However, his feelings cannot be wrong.

Because he recognized the layout here, everything here was designed according to the small blacksmith's house where Siegfried grew up.

The style here is his room, where he grew up.

Even if nothing else, this unassuming room made him more relaxed than Barnstock, the ancestral tree of children of the Volsung family.

Even, in the eyes of the Lord of Armies, this should be the safest place in the world.

Because for him, that blacksmith shop was the starting point of his childhood, and a considerable part of his not-so-long life of more than 20 years was spent in this room.

Although ordinary, at that time he didn't have any other extraordinary ideas.

king?

have not thought.

Adventurer?

Okay thought about this.

hero?

I also thought about this.

But for him at that time, the most simple thoughts and wishes in his heart were probably to inherit his adoptive father's blacksmithing skills, and to satisfy his curiosity about the outside world while ensuring that he could have enough to eat.

It's an uncommonly mundane thought that almost everyone has.

Satisfy your own life needs first, and then consider the ideals and curiosity in your heart.

But now, years later, he was not only the hero of the poets, but also the king of the Netherlands.

This is an identity that he can never let go of in his life, and the crown that countless people yearn for and worship has also added too much burden to him.

For the current Siegfried, perhaps only in this small room can he temporarily cast off his identity and lie here quietly.

"Ugh……"

Looking at the man lying on the soft animal skin, Hodder couldn't help shaking his head.

No matter how much Siegfried reminisces, he is no longer the blacksmith apprentice he used to be.

Not to mention the issue of living habits, just for now, the crown on the table, and the chilly fog sword placed beside his bed reminded him of his identity all the time.

"It's no use running away, Siegfried."

Looking at the young man lying on the bed, Huo De said.

He would not believe that Siegfried would not be aware of his uncle's arrival.

And the reason why he was lying in bed was simply because he didn't know how to speak.

However, he probably didn't even think about it, his uncle pointed at the core as soon as he opened his mouth, and he didn't save him any face.

So in the end, he couldn't help scratching his head.

To be honest, although Siegfried is currently trying to learn how to be a king, he can count on one hand during this time.

Therefore, his 'face-saving skills' have not yet reached the point of perfection.

Maybe he can use his majesty to deceive the enemy or the courtiers in his court under the condescending situation, but this cannot be used against Huo De at all.

And when he opened his eyes, the emotions in his heart had been fully expressed on his face.

There is a little bit of anger.

After all, he also has self-respect.

However, this unnecessary self-esteem was quickly suppressed by him.

Because the person in front of him was his uncle, and what he said was right.

So soon, the face of the young king known as the Lord of Armies couldn't help showing lingering helplessness.

"uncle."

Without denying anything, Siegfried just called the name he was very familiar with, and then sat up.

"At this moment, I don't know what to do with myself."

He raised his head and stared at the man in black robe in front of him.

However, in his eyes, the slightly cloudy, but blue eyes like spring water revealed a little pressure.

Maybe it was because he was restless. He felt that he couldn't bear the inexplicable courage, so he turned his gaze away.

"I think I'm sorry for those soldiers on the front line." He said.

"Do you feel heartache?"

"Well, no matter what, I feel very uncomfortable now, because no matter what position I stand on, I shouldn't stay in the palace and ignore the outside world."

"But you are recuperating now, don't forget that you were 'poisoned', and you were attacked by the old king Jibixi later, you should take good care of your body."

"I would rather I was really poisoned, uncle, those soldiers fought in the name of lies because of this layer of lies. This is equivalent to pushing them into the abyss of war with my own hands."

Having said that, Siegfried couldn't help clenching his fists.

He was never some kind of Madonna.