Two boys rode on the deer, driving the animal as fast as if they had all the devils of hell chasing behind them. It was snowing heavily, and the brown deer were slipping on the wet ground and walking awkwardly on the twisted silk. People's shouts rose and fell with each dangerous tilt. But no matter how steep the obstacles or the extraordinary skills, they couldn't make her smile. Perhaps the comedy itself won't please anyone. The colorful lights of the celebration and the bonfires rising from the charcoal braziers in the square of Black Moon Castle had nothing to do with her. This is a moment of joy for others. Roses bloomed on the vines, and Danlfion stared at them through the glass until the last petal was knocked off by the snow.
"You should concentrate on the banquet." The maid Ansa reminded, "Drink a little, sir. You look pale. Do you feel cold?"
It doesn't matter if it's a cold reception, but unfortunately the problem is the celebration. This is not what I want, Danlfion thought. The fire was beside her, and the maid kept an eye on whether there was any shortage of firewood. The horn glasses were filled with wine, and the delicious food was served every ten minutes. The "Element Devourer" Earl Red Valley is well-deserved. She watched Calder clinking glasses with others at the banquet, while Hope, the dentist, watched the performance intently. The dwarf Painter was standing on the table arguing with a strange adventurer, and the mercenary York was running around, throwing snacks and fruit pies from the table, attracting more people to fight back. But they were all in the square, not in the castle.
"No. I don't want to be hungover." The young count took a sip of lemonade, picked up the fork and took a piece of beef. As a result, before she even tasted it, the rich aroma of meat made her unappetizing. She could only watch the others feast.
The banquet hall adjacent to the square of Black Moon Castle has a thick glass wall. It was only after Danlfion repeatedly requested that Sir Neden reluctantly built the same wall. Now he is enjoying the benefits of this creativity. Those who could sit in the banquet hall were either guests or nobles. Ser Neden and Steward Ja'ais were among them, as well as Ser Klinnic, captain of the Silver Eagles, who swore allegiance to her.
The mist elf envoys of Faftanna sat across from this group of nobles. Most of them were in high spirits and looked curious about everything. Only Earl Elanor didn't care, focusing on whatever was on his plate. Dandelphin felt that the other party's elegant eating posture was a bit scary. Let's put it this way, she had seen the Elf Count ask the maid to change her spice jar for the third time.
When the deer jumped into the charcoal brazier, the shouts in the square reached its peak, and even the mysterious creatures were attracted. The poor animal was on fire, the young rider sang in different voices, and the minstrel played with the strings. Soon, the riders ran through every fire, with the long flames trailing behind them not extinguished, closing into a brilliant circle around the celebration site. The guests raised their glasses and the guards raised their swords to strike.
Finally, the deer jumped down from the fire, and their hair changed from dark brown to white, just like the first falling snow. People clapped and laughed, and their shouts of joy overwhelmed the music and reached the sky. In an instant, the halo of flames exploded in the wind and snow, turning into colorful fireworks flying all over the sky.
Even Delphine had rarely seen such beauty...but she wasn't sure if her first snowflake celebration would satisfy her guests either. The young earl asked herself that the most beautiful fire she had ever seen came from Durandal, the sword of Paladin Lemons, and the most unforgettable scenery was the ice and snow laurel at the end of the Silver Stone Lane. In the background of gold, red and black and white, the shining sword seemed to pierce into her soul. Since battles in the mysterious realm can create even more dramatic effects, the elves may not be surprised.
"You always stare at me, dear Countess. Are you obsessed with me?" Earl Honggu put down his fork.
"Sorry, I was distracted," she said quickly.
Earl Ellanor is indeed beautiful. She is a mist elf and is full of mysterious temperament. This is not something that the young Danlfien can compare with. Of course, the latter's "Berti's Norn" is enough to prove her beauty, but Danlfion still wants a name similar to the other party's "Elemental Devourer". Besides, if I were an adventurer, I would be able to watch the show in the square.
"The show is not attractive enough for you, right? But my companions and I all find it exciting."
"You are too modest, my lord."
"No, I'm just telling the truth. It's more interesting than the palace banquet in Iron Claw City. I heard that the content of the celebration was organized by the Earl?"
“There were only a few numbers choreographed by me, and a little bit of dancing,” admits Dandelfine.
"It would be great if Her Royal Highness the Princess of Fife Tanner could be as elegant and noble as you." The Elf Count praised, "It's a pity that she is more interested in fencing and can't get off the horse all day long."
Dandelphine wanted to do this, but it didn't take long for her back to ache, and she was half pulled, half persuaded by the maid to pull her off. If I can use dance to buy myself a moment of happiness, I will give them to anyone who wants elegance and nobility. "I think she must be a powerful knight princess." The girl replied.
"Maybe, but armor and swordsmanship can't protect a fragile heart. She still needs more experience." The Elf Baroness delicately swallowed a pigeon leg. "You have participated in the Fall of the Moonbreaker, Countess of the Ice Land, I hope it will not become your nightmare. As a member of the Mysterious Fulcrum, I have to say that the tower is a bit slow in its attitude towards the vassal countries."
"Croita? It's actually not bad. After all, they finally solved the problem."
"Yes, the culprit is the Holy Radiance Council. If they could be smarter, they should never come to the ice land in this life. Until now, the agent has refused to tell us the reason why the Holy Knights traveled south this time. True purpose.”
Coming, Delphine thought to himself. "Although you haven't arrived in Venevoise yet, the Holy Knights have already caught up with your team, Countess." Ellanor said. "According to some rumors, the priests leading the team are the fledgling Arabella Reese and Cardinal Daniel Edgar, right?"
Her tone was not the one that Danlfion found most comfortable with. "No." The girl told her, "The Cardinal is traveling with me and setting off from Four-leaf City. Your Excellency the Cardinal volunteered to help purify the undead in Four-leaf City, and I agreed to allow him to help the Paladins in the Ice Territory. You see, the rumors It’s never quite accurate.”
"The truth is indeed seen and believed." The Elf Earl did not respond to her little inquiry, "But since the Cardinal is asking you for help, then the Countess should have some understanding of the purpose of the Glorious Parliament, right?"
"I won't talk to them about speculation." In fact, there is nothing wrong with telling the fog elves the answer. They can also drive these uninvited guests to the snowy mountains in various senses, but Danlfien does not want the mission of the Earl of Red Valley to end too easily. .
"With Lord Edgar?"
He was okay, after all, we didn't talk to each other in private for long at all. There was mother Tracy around in Four Leaf City, and the Cardinal didn't bother paying attention to mortals on the way to Bonfire Town... Maybe it's because I don't care about them, she thought to herself. "It's Miss Arabella. I think she doesn't quite agree with the current state of faith of the Ice Leaders."
"Their justice has been carried out to the end. They shouldn't care about other people's opinions, otherwise they would be too ungrateful." Ellanor commented. She drank a glass of mead and licked her lips. "However, the religious beliefs of the Ice Leaders do need to be carefully considered. Lucia is too dazzling, and Berti is too cold. There are still hidden dangers in Broken Moon as a god... Werewolves have always worshiped the moon at night."
Dandelphin became alert, "There are enough werewolves in Winnie Watts."
"No surprise. Demon hunting not only takes a toll on human vitality."
When it came to werewolves, Danlfien only wanted them to disappear in his city. But if that day does come now, I'm afraid it will be a disaster. She didn't care about Memie's whereabouts after that, and the Knox Mercenary Group also guaranteed that the little wolf would never step into Winnie Watts again. This is her agreement. After all, if Sir Neden knew the importance of Meme, things would most likely develop in a direction that the young Earl didn't like to see. In fact, Tracy already did. Mother's stern questions came one after another, and she had to rack her brains to give a thoughtful reply.
For this reason, Captain Calder suggested that she judge the condition of Broken Moon based on the status of the werewolf clan, in case the moon suddenly fell one night. Hopefully Tracy will approve of this approach.
A large piece of pork chop covered in thick soup was pushed in front of her. "You seem to have a poor appetite, Countess." These words were spoken by Elanor, and they seemed particularly convincing. After all, not everyone can restrain their appetite when they see a foodie sitting across from him eating and drinking. Even the elder Ser Nedon couldn't help but eat more, and the fat man Jaais's face was even more shiny. Hopefully the toilets at the castle won't be crowded tonight. Delphine's thoughts suddenly flew away. Fortunately, the maid Ansa helped to respond, so that she did not embarrass herself in front of the guests. Maybe I should find more helpers, but Hope and his kind can't count on them. Uncle Calder and the others? Mercenaries accept employment, but do not identify with the leadership of nobles. Besides, I don’t trust every mercenary...
A sudden silence amidst the noise brought her back to reality. Dandelphin saw people outside the glass rushing towards the center of the square, and the guards also hurried forward. "What happened?" she asked Ansha quickly.
The maid looked uneasy. "The charcoal brazier suddenly fell over. Sir, I can't see why."
"It doesn't matter, it's just a little accident," said Ser Nedon.
However, the size of the surprise is relative. Dandelphine saw two men being rescued near the fire. Two knights. she realized. Many hands piled snow on them, and an elementalist summoned water jets to wash over the armor.
"The fire can't be put out!" This was York's voice.
"Take off their armor!" the commander of the Klinnic Corps shouted.
Delphine frowned, but couldn't see anything. Earl Ellanor also put down his glass. "It's Gao Huan's mystery." Her tone was suddenly full of interest.
