Pirate’s Infinite Wings

"General Paul, I didn't hear that." I remember the rumors I heard.

"No, the church checked the body. The cause of death is unknown, but it was definitely not poisoning," Scadella said. "In this regard, the church is trustworthy. Trying to get the church to perjury. It is not impossible, but the price is too high for anyone to afford. In fact, it is normal for an old man to die suddenly."

There was an extreme desolation and helplessness in his voice.

"I, I vaguely remember. You seem to want to stay in this position for a full year, as a bodyguard, and then you'll go back to Bressen with your knighthood, don't you?"

"Ah, this." I hesitated for a moment. Scadella is right. He came to the Falcon for that very purpose. But now he is knighted by the Queen herself. Although the whole process is a bit comical, it is indeed the queen's sacred and irrefutable. As far as his original purpose was concerned, he was accomplished enough to go home. But I don't know why, he doesn't seem to be thinking about it all the time.

"Actually, I shouldn't have asked too much of you. You've done a good job," Scadella said. "But can you stay a while and let me find someone to replace you?"

I didn't answer, just nodded silently.

"If something really happened, could you?" Scaldra seemed to want to say, pausing. "...remember your oath as a knight?"

To be honest, I didn't swear at all, but he nodded.

"Well, I wish. I don't know if I have such a big wish. They have the patience to wait for me to close my eyes. I'm afraid I can't go back to heaven myself. People's dead back to the temple, everything is empty, at least Don't have to live to see that." He sighed softly and shooed the horse away from me. "By the way, I've been too busy these two days and forgot to tell you something."

"Well, at the queen's request, I have arranged for you a place in the palace," said Scadella. "It's not a good place. It's barely vacant. If you can't live in it, it's up to you."

Nothing happened next except for Skenderra's sensations. At dusk the little girl and I went to the palace and returned to the Queen's bedroom, which they knew so well. The little girl went straight back and it took me a while to change into the full normal guard gear before heading back to the dormitory. Now I have a "part time" substitute teacher so I can freely enter and leave her room.

"Me," the little girl asked suddenly, when she saw me come in. "How is your wound?"

"If I can handle it, it'll be fine." Of course, I can't tell the little girl that his wounds have healed without even leaving a scar.

"Well, Scaldera seems to be very nervous lately," said the little girl. "When I asked him to give you a place in the palace and he said yes, I thought he would say no."

"What about Essien and fascism?" I thought of two of his colleagues. To be honest, he doesn't have much to do with the other two now. The former hasn't had any in-depth contact since going out to drink, while the latter hasn't even had a drink.

"Who cares about them!" the little girl replied contemptuously. "There's no point in being with them. Nothing is the same as you are. By the way, teach me how to ride, though I still have a little time to ride. I remember the last time you told me you couldn't be in Practicing real riding skills on my pony."

"That's true" I replied. "Horse. Well, it's actually about the same as a wooden horse. However, riding a horse is not an easy task: riding is a tiring, strenuous and uncomfortable sport for ordinary people. As a queen, you don't The skill needs to be learned. Very few aristocratic women ride horses, basically chariots.”

"Really?" the little girl asked suspiciously.

"Oh, I'm the winner of the Brassing," I said with a smile. "As my champion, you can't question what I'm saying."

"Nonsense, I'm the queen! It's not up to me to decide what the championship is!" the little girl replied. I said so, but that was a total joke.

Horse racing does not require special rulings. Like war, victory is victory, loss is loss, the draw is the draw, facts speak louder than words, and no one needs to rule. I answer.

"Come on, can I play the last song, is that the one written by Garunas?"

The little girl seemed to want to make up a dance to match the song, so recently she was invited to play it for her from time to time. As for the reason, he didn't ask, and the little girl didn't take the initiative to bring it up.

I didn't say no. He picked up the silver wings from the side and began to play. It's a sad farewell song and I don't know why it reminds me of something. He used to be a knight, in other words, he can say goodbye to this little girl at any time and return to his hometown. but. Whenever I think about it, there will be a trace of melancholy in my heart, but I can't leave. He vaguely remembered that someone taught him to play the piano, and he said that songs must be played with heart, which is the real art of music. But he just had that impression. He couldn't remember who he was, or how they were related to each other.

At the end of the song, I lowered the silver wings and found the little girl looking at him with an expression that seemed to be crying.

"Are you leaving?" she asked.

"Shall we go? Ah, I won't change shift until tomorrow. He suddenly remembered Skadra's previous arrangement. Like he gave Essien and fascists a break? It should be like this! In other words, in the near future, He is the only one who protects the queen. Of course, Skadra also arranged a small group of guard soldiers to protect the little girl. This disposition is unusual, I am sure the CEO Skadra must have heard

what. No wonder he arranged for me a place in the palace. "

"No, are you leaving me? Since then, I will never come back."

I was going to say, "Of course not." But I don't know why I can't say it. He could only smile reluctantly. "Why do you think that?" he asked

"That's how you make me feel in your song," the little girl asked. "Why go? Don't you think being a knight is enough?"

"I" I can't say he's going back to Blasin because the little girl gave him the title of knight. So, he finally turned his head and looked out the window. "It's getting dark, Your Majesty," he said quietly. This little girl is a queen, and no matter what her future holds, he won't have much crossing.

Outside the window, you can see the fire that lights up the night sky, and as long as you look at it, you can see that it is a fire. Judging from the distance and direction, the fire occurred in the noble area of ​​Falcon City.

As they watched the fire, there was a clear and rambling sound in the distance. Cries, metal clashes, and human screams. The sound is not far away. It should be on the edge of the palace.

Before those two came back, I saw a man stumbling in from outside. It was a servant in uniform with blood on his head. "Your Majesty, it's dangerous. There was an army attacking the palace." The injured fell to the ground, but they yelled in time before losing consciousness.