"That's fair!"

Krylov III's arm was trembling, because he was also seeing the monster, and he was also afraid, however, he could not show his fear.

He heard the voice of the Marquis of Elfaro, but he did not choose to answer, for he was afraid that as soon as he spoke, he would show timidity.

As a king, he could not show cowardice in front of many soldiers, but could only support the actions of these soldiers with 'bravery'...... But he didn't do it well enough, and he was scared, both before and now.

Now he was afraid of the monster, as if he had seen something that would have killed him in an instant, and he instinctively feared.

Before, he was afraid of losing, afraid of the images in his mind - afraid that he would lose the crown, lose the royal power, and suddenly become a prisoner, or even a dead man!

He had been scared, so he didn't dare to open his mouth now.

Krylov III was silent and did not speak, and the old mage and the two knights were not in the mood and had no reason to answer.

But, unexpectedly, the Marquis of Elfaro laughed to himself, "Yes, that's fair!"

The old mage had turned his attention to the monster in the sky, and only the two knights were still wary of the Marquis of Elfaro and the Swordmaster.

The Marquis of El Farro didn't care whether he listened to his own words or not, he was just talking, he was only talking about 'his family' and 'his life'.

"The people of our family, those who inherit knowledge, including me, everything we do is voluntary and from the heart!"

The female sword saint Fili pursed her lips, unlike the others, she is really listening attentively to her lover's words, his life is lonely, even if she has been standing by his side, but he is still 'lonely'...... And all she can do is companionship.

"My grandfather entrusted everything he had to my father at the age of seventy-two, and my father entrusted everything to me in his fifties, and those heavy things, since I was in my twenties, have been weighing on my shoulders. ”

Not many listeners would like to listen to the story of the Marquis of Elfaro, even if he spoke slowly, articulated and had a fascinating beginning, but not many would want to listen to the story of a 'lost dog' whose story had nothing to do with them, and who cared more about their own lives.

"But none of us were not voluntary, even if I had a disgust that 'magic' had taken my grandfather's life, and this disgust reached its peak when I was fifteen years old - my father was mediocre, and although he loved him, he only saw him as a 'transition' in the matter of 'inheritance'. ”

"Because of his mediocre qualifications, he killed my mother in an experiment, after all, not everyone can study the 'soul'. ”

Not many people could hear the heaviness of the Marquis of Elfaro's tone, and Grush listened, looking at the monster in the sky, ignoring the irritating voices, and the fear in his heart did not overwhelm his resilient heart.

Ironically, among the few people who were willing to listen carefully to what the Marquis of Elfaro had to say was Grush, the legendary paladin.

He saw the rise of the twisted souls, heard their resentful words, so now he was full of anger at the existence of the Marquis of Elfaro, and he was almost unable to move under the impetus of anger, listening to the marquis's own story.

"I hated my father and I hated 'magic' because it took two of my relatives...... But I eventually forgave my father, accepted the 'magic', and passed on that knowledge. ”

"My father was lying in bed before he died, and he was ready for everything, and at that time, all his life had been poured into the 'inheritance', so he was as thin as a firewood at that time. ”

"I sat on the edge of the bed with mixed feelings, I didn't want to inherit those things, because they killed everyone in our family, but I was in my twenties at that time, and I knew how to think and I also knew how to listen. ”

"There was a big gap between me and my father, at that time, I hadn't spoken to him for two years, but before he died, he talked to me a lot, about his nostalgia, about his reluctance, about everything about himself...... In the end, he was thrilled before handing over the Legacy to me, but he was thrilled not because he was going to die, but because it wasn't he who was able to complete the experiment. The Marquis of Elfaro hooked the corners of his mouth, "Heh, it's ironic, isn't it?"

"My grandfather and my father both pinned their hopes on me, because I had a talent that I had never seen before, and I had abandoned the study of 'magic', but I was able to become a 'legend' at the age of almost forty, and that was my talent. ”

"At first, I was very resistant to touching those things, but they have become my memories after all, so even if I refuse, they still keep coming back in my dreams. ”

"Those things are just knowledge, and there is no memory of the ancestors, because that may affect the way of research, so there is no memory left. ”

"At first, I thought my father was pathetic, and it wasn't my grandfather, not my mother, not me, who was thinking about his unfinished research before he died. ”

"But as time went by, I also came to understand my father's entrustment before he died, and that knowledge was passed down by my ancestors more than a thousand years ago...... It was only after I gained that knowledge that I understood what the other side of family history was like, so I slowly began to change. ”

"I took those responsibilities on my shoulders, because I was afraid that I would die like my father, and I was afraid that my son might become like that, so I exhausted everything and finally made 'it'. ”

At this time, the Marquis of Elfaro let out a long sigh: "I started the war, because the time is ripe, and you must have guessed that 'it' is the aggregate of souls, thousands of twisted and resentful souls, those soldiers who died on the battlefield, and the civilians affected by the war, their resentment and unwillingness constitute the main body of 'it'. ”

"I've accomplished my mission, so I'll die without regrets!"

The Marquis of Elfaro laughed and said to the female swordmaster who had been with him for half his life: "Fili, put away the sword, we don't need that anymore." ”

After saying that, he shouted to Krylov III: "Krylov III, Krylov Jr., let your men kill me, so that you can win this war." ”

“...... Do you want to die?"

It didn't take long for Krylov III's slightly trembling voice to sound, and he seemed to be 'angry'.

"Disturbed my country, started a meaningless war, killed so many people - do you want to die like this?!"

Most of the nobles were affected by the monster, and they looked at Krylov III with hopeful eyes, hoping that he would give the order to retreat.

But he didn't, he answered the words of the Marquis of Elfaro, and there was no sign of wanting to retreat.

The Marquis of Elfaro shook his head, "I don't care, because I've already completed my mission, and as for killing so many people......"

"So what?"

The Marquis of Elfaro looked at the Bauhinia's masterpiece, which their family had wanted to fulfill for more than a thousand years.

"Don't you feel guilty and unbearable?!" Krylov III asked rhetorically.

“...... Yes. ”

After a moment of silence, the Marquis of Elfaro's gaze remained firm, "I don't regret it at all!"