I will be crowned king

"Miss Thalia?"

In the deserted corridor, the little clerk looked at the gorgeous figure that suddenly appeared in his sight in surprise, and subconsciously blurted out: "You, you are back?"

Wearing a classic burgundy dress, a chestnut-haired girl with slightly exposed shoulders was strolling in the opposite direction to her. Her emerald eyes were filled with a touch of worry - no matter how similar they looked, their indelible temperament was enough to separate them. She is distinguished from Miss Lisa.

After a thousandth of a second of shock, Alan Dawn quickly recovered his rationality and calmness, hid his sweaty hands behind his back, held his chest high and showed a formulaic smile: "Sir Anson Bach We are attending a banquet in the hall, please wait for a moment in the lounge to allow me to inform you."

"Or...please allow me to lead you to the banquet site?"

A good clerk will not inquire too much about the owner or important guest, so he directly avoids the question of the other party's sudden appearance and why he came back - this is a professional quality.

"My dear Alan, you are already half of Anson and I's family. You don't have to be so polite all the time, and you don't need to be more relaxed sometimes."

With a toothless smile, Talia shook her head helplessly: "But I still thank you for your kindness, because I happen to know that Anson is not in the hall - he just left a few minutes ago and came to this rest room. room."

well?

The little secretary was stunned for a moment, because he happened to have just left the hall not long ago. If it was true as the girl said, he should have met the Commander-in-Chief on the way.

But his excellent professionalism prevented him from showing these things. Instead, he nodded slightly and changed the subject: "Then do you need to make a pot of fresh coffee and bring it over, or open a bottle of wine?"

"Thank you, no need." Thalia smiled faintly: "We just want to spend tonight as quietly and comfortably as possible without being disturbed by anyone."

"As commanded."

With an expression of understanding, the little clerk bowed and said, "I will inform you to go down and prevent anyone from getting close to the corridor on this side."

After saying that, he stopped asking any questions and decisively turned around and quickly left the corridor; just as he was about to return to the hall, he met Carl Bain who was coming this way.

"Ah, Alan, you came just in time!"

The bright-eyed chief of staff quickly waved to him: "Have you seen where Anson Bach has gone? The hall is almost in chaos. Reinhard and Polina from Gray Pigeon Castle keep asking me about him. Where have I gone, but I simply..."

"Please put that matter aside for the time being, Lieutenant Colonel Carl Bain." Before he could finish speaking, the young clerk directly interrupted: "Now there is a more urgent matter that needs you to deal with: ordering the guard company's Soldiers have blocked the corridor on the side I just came from, and no one is allowed to approach before dawn, now!"

"Immediately?" Karl raised his eyebrows:

"Why?"

"Because Brigadier General Anson Bach is meeting with an important... guest."

"who?"

"I'm terribly sorry, but I probably shouldn't reveal that distinguished lady's name to you."

"The noble lady's last name..."

Karl frowned slightly at first, and then suddenly realized something. His frightened expression suddenly turned serious: "Understood, I'll call the people from the guard company over now, and... thank you for reminding me."

"You are too kind, Mr. Chief of Staff."

The little clerk curled up his lips calmly: "Actually, I didn't tell you anything."

"Of course, otherwise it would be your dereliction of duty."

The two people looked at each other in understanding, and then turned around and left at the same time in tacit understanding, as if they had never met.

……………………

It is not difficult to defeat someone or be friends with this person - at least, in Anson's eyes, this is basically the case.

The difficulty of the problem usually lies in two aspects: too self-righteous subjective assumptions, and the information mastered is far from comprehensive; the more confident people are, the more likely they are to make self-righteous mistakes, one-sidedly judging others by themselves, and making what they think they are. Being able to move the other party only moved your own actions.

Too little information can lead to misjudgment, so friendship is a long process. The longer you know each other, the better you will understand how to get along with each other.

But Thalia is an absolute exception.

The longer they knew her, the more he found that he didn't know where to start; if dealing with Sophia was as difficult as the preschool entrance exam, Thalia was probably one of the academic frontiers that had yet to be overcome.

The moment he realized that the girl might have noticed him, Anson had already thought of at least ten overlapping plans, and was ready to make the deepest reflection and apology as to why he did not notify her immediately after that night. Explaining why he became a "blasphemous mage" - of course he made it up.

As a result, before he could say anything, the first thing Thalia did when she pushed in the door was this.

The girl was like a newlywed wife who forgot to make breakfast for her husband in the morning, or forgot to iron her formal clothes the night before. She apologized over and over again for her "carelessness" and "mistakes"; saying that she never expected that the tombkeeper would still With Anson as his target, and the "key" he left behind, he almost disappeared from this world forever.

Anson, whose plan was directly disrupted, immediately fell into the opponent's rhythm. After a brief moment of being at a loss, he could only continue speaking along with the girl's words, listening to Thalia's wireless self-blame.

This process lasted for about fifteen minutes, and it finally came to an end after the smiling Anson felt that his facial muscles had almost completely stiffened.

"...So dear Anson, can you forgive Thalia for her mistake this time?" The girl sitting on the side of the sofa held Anson's hands tightly, and the corners of her emerald eyes shone like stars: "Just This time, there will never be another time!"

"Of course, how could I doubt you?" Anson, whose expression was completely frozen, continued to smile, his brain in a semi-stop state:

"This is not your fault, it's just a mistake in judgment; what's more, the matter is over. All the gravekeepers who attacked Beluga Harbor have been eliminated, and we are safe."

"I knew it..." Talia burst into tears and smiled:

"Yes, Anson will definitely forgive Thalia; even among all the fiancés, you are the best one."

Yes, because those who are not good enough are all doomed... Anson twitched the corners of his mouth.

But the girl seemed completely unaware of this tiny expression. Her petite body nestled in Anson's arms, her cheeks filled with happiness.

"Dear Anson, for a moment... Thalia really thought she would never see you again." The girl blinked:

"Fortunately, my father showed up on time, much earlier than planned. Although he has a bad temper and can occasionally be rigid, antique, and stubborn, he is really the greatest father in the world."

"Speaking of which, you should already know each other, right? How does it feel when you meet for the first time? Is it too stressful?"

"Uh, well..."

Looking at the girl's curious eyes, Ansen, who had already stopped smiling, hesitated.

He was hesitant about how to explain the "friendship" between him and Rune.

The apostle clearly mentioned that understanding too much about what happened in another timeline would accelerate the intensity of the entanglement between the two timelines in his body, and eventually lead to his complete exile.

In other words, if you want to delay it as much as possible - it is basically impossible to get rid of it - not only should you not know too much about what is happening in the other timeline in this timeline, but you should also try to avoid information interaction between the two timelines; like " Your father and I have been friends for thousands of years." Try not to say this if you can.

So after a brief silence, Anson gave an absolutely correct answer: "I should say...it's okay."

"Can?"

Thalia was stunned: "This is your first meeting with Him, and in the case of the attack by the tombkeeper, is it just... okay?"

"Yes, I found that the two of us got along quite well." At this point, Anson could only continue to lie - not all of it, of course:

"He...I mean your father, Rune was very friendly to me and showed no hostility at all; not only that, Rune also easily solved the Lord of the Abyss - but he should not have actually killed him, of course this is My guess."

If you want to destroy the Lord of the Abyss, you must first destroy the twisted realm of the Sea of ​​Abyss. If that were the case, the Lord of the Abyss would not have been killed the moment Rune appeared.

"Yes, perhaps because you are already a blasphemous mage, my father has always had the most basic goodwill toward real spellcasters."

Thalia paused for a moment: "Wait, that's not right."

"You call your father...Run?"

She slowly sat up straight, showing a slightly disbelieving expression: "Father only allows the descendants of the ancient spellcasters to call themselves by his name. Ordinary people, even if they are lucky enough to become blasphemous mages, will be looked down upon by their father." For provocation...how could He allow you to do this?”

"Well, maybe it's because we have a good impression of each other?" Anson tried to look more relaxed and casual: "Just like many good friends, they don't care so much about some stereotypes."

"friend?"

"It's just a metaphor." Anson tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth: "There is no other meaning."

"Is it."

Thalia nodded slightly, and her shifting gaze seemed to indicate that her heart was not as peaceful as it seemed.

No, she must have noticed the problem. If she continues to ask questions, it will definitely involve the question of why I was promoted and became a blasphemous mage... Ansen, who was still smiling, paused for a moment, as if he suddenly remembered something:

"By the way, Thalia, there's something I must tell you right away."

"Huh?" The girl looked startled: "What is it?"

"After that night, after your father and I met, I never saw Him again, not even once."

Anson's expression suddenly became serious: "Not only that, but I haven't sensed His breath since then - it's like the world has evaporated and completely disappeared."

"Oh, you mean this."

Thalia, who suddenly understood, chuckled: "Dear Anson, you don't have to worry about my father. This is normal."

"normal?"

"Yes, apostles like father are different from us. They cannot easily restrain their power and exist in an image that can be 'tolerated' by the world. Their level of evolution is too high, and every move will cause interference and destruction to the world. .”

Thalia explained seriously: "So most of the time, my father will 'disappear' from this world to avoid having too much impact on the surroundings and causing riots."

"To be specific, he will transform himself into something... that is more in line with common sense, and at the same time try to avoid contact with the outside world, that is, live in a place far away from society; it can be an abandoned mine, uninhabited A cabin or a farm, or a remote forest.”

"Of course, these places will undergo some changes that are different from the past: dead corpses are resurrected, trees and metal grow flesh and blood, and the looming undead... He is the apostle of blood magic, so that's probably it."

Looking at Anson's curious eyes, the girl showed a happy smile: "And in a few thousand years, Thalia will also have such a day... Dear Anson, of course that includes you, so you might as well look forward to it first."

What to expect, a haunted ramshackle house and mineshaft?

Anson took a deep breath: "So we don't have to worry about your father anymore, right?"

"Of course, He is an apostle, and there is nothing in this world that can hurt Him." Thalia nodded: "Except for another apostle."

"However, after the glorious years of the True God believers, the apostles have long become extremely rare existences. Each of the few remaining ones has a good relationship with their father, and they have signed a contract with the Church of Order similar to that of the Rune family. , Unless there is an accident, it is impossible to appear in the new world."

"And in the new world... there may have been one, but now there is no power that can threaten my father."

Following the words, Talia's expression suddenly showed a little sadness and regret, and her eyes dimmed.

Anson, who felt much calmer, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but said: "It has something to do with...the land of rest, right?"

"Dear Anson, your insight is still as sharp as ever."

The girl nodded slightly, looking a little lonely: "Yes, but not...more accurately, it has something to do with Boridim."

"Sorry, Anson, when I mentioned the Land of Rest to you, I didn't fully explain it - Boridim is a city, built on the Land of Rest, which is the tomb of the true gods, and belongs to all believers of the true gods. city; I originally hoped to let you get the key and enter there... Unfortunately, I failed."

No, you succeeded... Ansen thought secretly in his heart: "What happened next?"

"Later..." Thalia sighed suddenly:

"It's gone."