The army's departure time is scheduled for tonight.
The surprise and terrain advantages were crucial to the attack plan formulated by Henry, so he chose to set out at night to avoid Sivalier's army and take a detour through the forest to the target location in order not to lose these advantages.
It was not completely dark yet. Some servants and envoys ran to notify the soldiers everywhere to assemble, while Henry and Edward came to the corridor on the second floor of the city lord's palace. The prince ordered the guards to retreat. Apart from the two of them, the only person left in the huge open-air corridor was Mira, who was inseparable from Henry.
Edward looked at the little girl carefully. Although it had only been a few days since the last time they met, she had already undergone amazing changes. He didn't know what happened during this period, but it could be seen that Mira was not as timid as before.
Even when the room was full of nobles and they were noisy, she did stand behind Henry, but the difference from the first meeting was that she was not hiding, but just standing quietly. That’s all.
Not only that, Edward, who took the time to glance at her at that time, also found that her eyes were constantly observing everyone, with a bright light flowing, and she was obviously studying seriously.
This confidence and serious temperament made this little girl completely different from before - Edward withdrew his gaze. Now was not a good time to think about this kind of problem. He looked at Henry.
——It was Henry's idea to come outside to talk privately. Although the two of them couldn't be said to be very familiar with each other, Edward was still a little surprised that the sage would take the initiative to do such a thing.
"If we act according to the plan, it shouldn't be a problem to capture Sivalier's army." Henry said this, and Edward nodded. It was indeed a very good plan, but the sage obviously had something in his words.
"But?" Edward asked in a pure Avenella accent.
"..." Henry smiled slightly for some reason and then turned to look at him: "The problem is the commander, His Highness the Prince." He read the title without any respect and said: "The problem is you."
"..." Edward fell silent. When being accused like this, most nobles would show dissatisfaction ranging from angry to slightly displeased depending on the depth of the city. But that was not the case for him. This personable noble The blond prince looked at Henry seriously, obviously waiting for the next step.
"Avenella's military system is in the same vein as Silvalier. The main army is composed of well-trained knights and sergeants. There is also a considerable number of heavy infantry to assist and handle some daily affairs." He said , Edward nodded.
"These people all belong to the class of nobles or noble attendants. Even heavy infantry are just like that nickname, they are 'walking knights'."
"In other words, they are the same as you, Your Highness." Henry shrugged: "They receive the same knight education, learn the same knight culture, and even..."
"Has the exact same 'Avenella pure accent'."
He said this, and Edward showed a wry smile - he probably knew what the sage wanted to talk about.
In a country where the aristocracy collectively worships Sivalier, it is conceivable what the 'pure Avenella accent' lingua franca they pursue will look like.
"You also have the nobles of Avenella, who have more in common with the Sivalliers than with the people of Avenella, Your Highness." Henry said: "Avenella is composed of Western The country was established by the Sivalier nobles supported by the Valiers who unified the local tribes through war. It is true that the nobles themselves came from Sivalier, followed the Sivalier language and way of life, and even communicated with each other. It is understandable that both the war and the war are completely recreating Silvalier. So I can’t blame you for this, and there was nothing wrong with this before.”
"But the current war, and the wars that may occur in the future. If we want to win, if we continue to maintain this commonality with the Sivalier people, the nobility and the people will be polarized in culture and life. , it won’t work.” The sage raised a finger and said.
"In a war where the aristocracy is simply a fight, with knights as the main force, Avenella cannot be a match for Sivalier no matter what."
"But if you expect these ordinary armies of the people of Avenella, as we are doing now, how do you ask them to convince themselves to follow a commander who doesn't even speak their language, and The future king?" Edward listened silently, and Henry continued: "Avenella people are highland residents, mountain people. In order to make a living, almost everyone in every family knows how to use a longbow to hunt. This This is also why Wawasika recruited so many ordinary farmers as city defense troops."
"But it's one thing to patrol the city wall quietly here. To make them fight against the famous Knight of Sivalier, you need more than just giving orders with your noble status, Your Highness."
"Power can certainly force people to surrender, but it is not followed from the bottom of the heart, and it is destined not to last." Henry looked at Edward seriously, and His Royal Highness showed his usual open-mindedness and humility, and nodded seriously. : "So what's your suggestion, sir?"
"——A sense of identity." Henry raised a second finger.
"Your father regarded the throne on the Sivalier side so important that he wanted to win it even at the risk of triggering a war and causing the bloodshed and sacrifice of the people of Avenella. And almost no other nobles cared about Avenella. The life and death of the people of Avenella." He said: "We know this, and the people of Avenella naturally know this too."
"In order to win this war and many more important things, not just the nobility, you must make the real Avenella people, the people of Avenella who make up the 'vast majority', identify with you. ."
"This war is not a civil war among the nobles for the throne of Sivalier." Henry took a long breath and said.
"It is a war between Sivalier and Avenella, and you, His Highness the Prince." He bit down on these keywords and emphasized to Edward.
"You are the prince of the people of Avenera."
"Go tell them that," he said.
"Go and tell them that your heart and body belong to this land and this country."
“Go tell them that in their language.”
"Tell them you are not from Siwaliya."
"You are a native of Avenella, you are the prince of Avenella, and you will one day become the king of Avenella."
"You were born here, you bleed here, you breathe the same air as other Avenella people, and you step on the land of Avenella."
"You are from Avenella."
“Go tell them, go tell them as hard as you can.”
"Tell them that Avenera is not a vassal of the Sivaliers, and the Avenelians are not a nation that needs to look at the faces of the Sivaliers."
"Go tell them."
"You are fighting for Avenella." Henry said word by word.
"..."
Edward was silent, then took a step back, turned around, and faced Henry.
"Pa!" He clenched his hands into fists and slapped his chest hard, sincerely thanking Henry not as a prince but as a knight.
"I am very grateful to you, sir." Edward said to Henry in Avenera with a smile, and the sage replied with the same expression.
"Go, your people are waiting for you, Your Highness."
"..." Edward nodded deeply, then turned around and ran downstairs.
"Ta, da" Mira made light footsteps and walked to Henry's side. She sniffed, and Henry turned her head and found that the girl's eyes were red.
"..." The sage knew that something about national identity in his words touched Luo An. He touched her little head, and the two of them stood quietly in the corridor on the second floor of the City Lord's Mansion. Watching the sunset.
Edward gathered in the square not far away, and the entire army began to shout something loudly.
The originally noisy crowd gradually became quiet as he spoke, and when His Highness the Prince finally pulled out his sword and raised it high into the sky, everyone was excited.
"Long live Avenella!!"
"For Prince Edward!!"
"For Avenella!!"
The flags of ivy and mountain lions rustled with the autumn wind. For the first time, under the ever-changing sky on the West Coast, so many people simultaneously called out the name of this country in the language of Avenella.
"What happens after this may be very worth looking forward to."
The sight of everyone being excited under the same flag reflected the fiery red sunset. The petite lolita with white hair and the tall black-haired sage stood quietly on a high place and looked at each other from a distance.
Future historians may well describe the day this way.
"One day one hundred and ninety-one years ago, a small kingdom called Avenella was established on the west coast of Morbigas.
And on this day one hundred and ninety-one years later.
Avenella belonging to the people of Avenella.
born. "
Since then, this small kingdom with a population of less than two million, but a floating population of up to one million, has undergone a series of earth-shaking changes.
These changes were so great that they affected the entire west coast and even the entire world of Rigar. Its magnificent process is destined to be recorded in the annals of history. Naturally, there are countless heroes and glorious deeds in this glorious history.
But what we are about to tell you is different from those heroes and kings who became famous all over the world in the days to come.
It is still little known now, but it is not unimportant.
It is closely related to this era and plays an important role in many places.
The story of the sage and the girl.
