The Collection of The End

My name is Akatosh,

This is ~The Golden Theater of Flirting~

— 4E, 201, Hearthfire, 26th, 4:17 —

Astrid finally decided not to wait for the dawn, but chose to rush back to the sanctuary at the darkest hour before dawn.

The sanctuary is surrounded by a dense black forest with overgrown bushes. Even if someone can determine the approximate direction of her escape based on her suspicious whereabouts, it is impossible to accurately determine the exact location and arrange a large number of people to set up an ambush. The reason is very simple. , It takes time for the army to move, and the movement will never be small. Now that the Imperial Legion and the Stormcloak are at war, if the sharp-eyed eagle dares to mobilize a large number of troops, the civil war that was originally calmed down will start again.

This kind of thing would not have been considered by her in the first place. Strength is the guarantee for completing the task. A favorable environment can only serve as an icing on the cake, and without it, it will have no effect.

However, after being completely crushed in terms of strength, Astrid finally discovered that there was a fatal loophole in the way he had been doing all along—if there were victims who wanted to capture or eliminate them at all costs, the Dark Brotherhood There is no way to confront it head-on.

The only way to deal with it at the moment is to escape and transfer, and go into complete dormancy until the Emperor leaves Skyrim.

Although it was meaningless, she still couldn't help thinking that if she followed the list conveyed by [Night Mother] to assassinate those who have the means to kill, wouldn't she be hunted down by such an almost overwhelming force?

"[What is the most beautiful music in the world?]" Heimen's voice sounded.

"Ji——" Astrid, who was distracted, opened his mouth to answer, but Ain Boyorn covered his mouth suddenly, and then broke out in a cold sweat.

She wasn't close to the black gate at all! So who exactly is there to answer questions?

In the next second, a somewhat familiar voice answered her question.

"Of course it's the singing voice of Her Royal Highness Princess Emilia." Tuka Yagmi replied: "She was so good when she was young, she sang as she asked, like a lark, but now she grows up and becomes taciturn. It is the fault of the civil war in Skyrim Province!"

"[Wrong answer——]" Heimen didn't have a chat function, and fell silent after giving a response.

Could the commander-in-chief fly? And still such a precise positioning? But she is not wearing that strange armor now, nor does she have a giant sword in her hand, if she is the only one...

"Big sister~"

Another sharp-eyed eagle soldier appeared in Astrid's vision. Although he looked very tired and lack of energy, he also dispelled Astrid's bold idea.

"Please don't play with that black door, it's so noisy that brothers can't sleep." Sharp-eyed Hawk soldier said a little tremblingly.

"Oh? Then tell me, 'What is the most beautiful music in life'?" Yagmi asked the soldier.

"Yes, it's silence!" the soldier shouted like breaking a jar.

"——" Astrid wanted to rush out again, this time Joan of Arc and Ein Boyorn grabbed her at the same time.

The password to open the door is "Silence", yes, it must be followed by "My Brothers (My Brothers), but judging from the context of that guy, he may say the correct answer at any time.

"Heh, I'll listen to you this time." Yagmi stared at the sharp-eyed eagle for a while, until he started to tremble, then Shi Shiran said something, turned and left.

— 4:21 —

"Although I don't know how they did it, it's obviously ambushing us," Einboyorn said in Astrid's ear, "Shall we leave temporarily?"

"Why do you think she ambushed us?" Astrid lowered his voice and pointed to the small pond on the side of the black gate: "Most people didn't even have time to evacuate."

"What's there?" Joan asked suspiciously.

"It's not 'something', but 'nothing'," Astrid frowned. "There was almost no sign of his absence when he went out, only the two of us and Gallus. As for the clown pattern... "

"Oh," Joan of Arc nodded: "When the Night Mother asked me to rescue you, she also asked the people in the Sanctuary to transfer, but it seems that they just sent the Night Mother's coffin and Cicero away, and this side was blocked. It's inside."

The surroundings of the black gate became quiet, but in Astrid's eyes, it was a dead place where there was no way out. Although there was a high chance of escaping by turning around here, it would represent the high level of the Dark Brotherhood. Completely destroyed, although Gallus and his daughter are still outside, how can an organization that is wanted by the empire continue to exist and develop? What's more, if she refuses to save her, the "we are a big family" that she usually talks about will become a complete joke.

"Impossible, even if they fly, they shouldn't be so fast from Solitary City." Astrid felt his head was in a mess.

"Let me ask, when you sent me a black hand letter, who did you send? Where is the channel?" Joan of Arc asked.

"Falcles's..." Astrid realized what the problem was in the middle of the sentence. Normally, the mice in the shadows might be afraid of the Dark Brotherhood and do things for them or cover them up, but because of the emperor's presence In the sky, in front of the sharp-eyed eagle with increased power, the traces they wanted to cover up are as obvious as torches in the night.

"So, these people are just sharp-eyed eagle spies who came to the sky first, rather than real capable combatants. The only thing to worry about is the commander of Yagami," Astrid's thinking regained clarity. : "Although I don't know how she did it, it must not be easy for her to travel such a long distance, so we have ample opportunity to sneak in."

"Then I will transform into a giant wolf to resist those sharp-eyed hawks, and you will take the opportunity to open the door to call them out, and then run away directly." Ein Boyorn said, moving his shoulders twice.

"No, they're worried that it's a hoax and we'll take a lot of time to verify our identities." Astrid felt that his train of thought had never been so clear: "Let's just rush in, and the black door will temporarily block those sharp-eyed eagles for us." .”

"But..." Ein Boyorn hesitated.

"The necessary conditions have been met," Astrid stared at Joan of Arc: "You can use some kind of magic to teleport us away, that's what you did with the 'dead but not dead' commissions, right?"

"Of course." Joan raised her chin slightly; "Leave it to me."

— 4:35 —

“[What is the most beautiful music in the world?]”

"It is silence, my brother."

"【Welcome home--】"

The deep voice of the Black Gate was deafening in the middle of the night, and as expected, it attracted sharp-eyed eagles who were ambushing, but as Astrid judged, these people were just scouts scattered in various cities, and their combat effectiveness was completely weak. The door closed again in front of them, failing to break through Einbjorn's defense inside.

"[In the world——]" "Boom!"

The questioning at the black gate was interrupted by a loud noise. Even if he didn't see it, Astrid could still imagine the scene of the two-handed giant sword slashing at the black gate, and the whole underground sanctuary could feel the trembling .

"I'm very sorry, leader, I slowed down everyone's pace in order to sort out the information that needs to be carried." Nazr had two large bookcases by his side, and immediately apologized when he saw Astrid appear.

"No, it's my fault. I was too ostentatious when I hired a carriage for Cicero and attracted attention." Gabriela lowered his head.

"Ha, what are you guys? I set off quite a big 'firework'." Festus looked very proud.

"..." Xarvis, the Argonian, was silent while holding his two swords.

"Astrid, is there any reinforcements you can call? I can go and ask for help. If not, I can show my real body and I am very effective, as long as you don't be scared." Babette stood in a ventilated room. He looked at the three people who walked into the hall.

As for the new members of the fraternity, they were not qualified to speak, but they also expressed their firmness with their eyes.

"As I said, we are a family," Astrid stopped in the middle of the hall, "Abandoning the family, or putting the family in a mortal situation are things we will not do, and we should not do, but today This incident also reminded us all that after escaping, we have to completely revise our behavior style."

"Can I still escape!?" A certain newcomer suddenly said, his face turned red and he bowed his head in silence after attracting the attention of the crowd.

"Hehe, let's start with you." Astrid tilted his head and gestured to Jeanne: "Miss Dalk?"

"Ah... that gesture is really unpleasant..." Joan of Arc helped her forehead ornament, took off the black dragon flag behind her back with her backhand, and then thrust it into the ground in front of her: "[My Lord is here (Luminosite Eternelle)]!"

When the black dragon flag touched the ground, it changed from black to white at an unbelievable speed. At the same time, the armor and appearance on her body changed. Into dazzling blond and clear blue.

And the banner that has turned into a white dragon glows with a faint white light, and transparent ripples are spreading around, and the brotherhood newcomer who asked aloud disappeared the moment he touched them.

"Is there such a big commotion..." Even Astrid, who made such an arrangement, was somewhat unexpected.

"It's for sinners. The quieter the movement, the more painful it will be for the other party." The white Joan blinked, "I can assure you that I don't feel anything special."

"Me, me, me! The next one is up to me!" Babette, who was ready to fight at the expense of destroying his image, immediately jumped over like a real child, and disappeared after receiving the gentle response from Joan of Arc. not see.

"Then, next..."

“[The most beautiful music in the world is——]”

"[Dragon Breaker Slash (Hal van helev)]!"

Crack, click—boom!

From the direction of the entrance of the sanctuary came a terrifying wave of magic. Everyone could clearly hear the sound of the black door shattering, followed by endless flames surging from the entrance.

It ignited everything in the sanctuary almost instantly, and stopped only after touching the "ripple" of Joan's banner.

"That guy looks like a swordsman, but he still possesses this level of magic..." Astrid stared blankly at the direction of the door: "Why on earth would I want to assassinate an emperor who is protected by such a person?"

"Hmm...probably...bad luck?" Joan of Arc supported the flag to protect the surrounding members of the Brotherhood from the flames, and her speech was somewhat intermittent.

"Let's go, don't care about the order!" Astrid took two steps back and stood beside Joan: "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Probably, a little strength..." Joan of Arc stretched out her hand to Astrid, and she immediately held it tightly.

The vortex, this is Astrid's intuitive feeling, it is only to protect those Brotherhood members who are still in the sea of ​​flames, each of them will consume the same power as being sucked by the vortex, and sending them away, this consumption is even greater. To double, Joan of Arc only borrowed a little bit of her strength to make her have this horrible feeling, then Joan of Arc herself...

Huh—huh—huh—the members of the Brotherhood disappeared one by one in the white light, and at the same time, Joan's protection range became narrower and narrower, until Ainbjorn, who occupied the most place, was also sent away. During the siege, Joan of Arc and Astrid were almost sticking together hand in hand.

"Huh... At least my decision didn't hurt my family..." The exhausted Astrid whispered, "Fortunately, we have a chance to correct this mistake... Joan?"

"Remember the first time we met?" Joan of Arc didn't try to teleport, but looked up at Astrid: "You asked me what justice is."

"Is there anything we can talk about after we leave!" Astrid, who felt something was wrong, interrupted her hastily.

"And this is my justice." Jeanne pushed hard.

Astrid felt as if she had fallen into some strange passageway that had lost her sense of direction, and Joan was smiling at her from the entrance of the passageway.

"Jeanne!" Astrid's eyes widened.

"Sorry, I can't go by myself," she heard the girl say, "This kind of magic can only be sent to others, and you just didn't ask, don't worry, I can protect myself, even if I am captured by the Imperial Army .”

Just as Astrid was relieved, he saw a large area of ​​blazing flames entering the transmission channel.

"Oh, there seems to be a loophole in this teleportation, that idiot Zela." Jeanne let go of the flag and clasped her hands together: "Don't forget your promise, 'Boss'."

"Wait! Even if the ignition teleports over—"

"【La Pucelle (La Pucelle)!】"

In the end, what remained in Astrid's eyes was the rewinding flame, Jeanne Darc's figure disappearing in the flames, and the faint smile on her face.