Snowed, clear.
Neuschwanstein Castle is brightly lit.
“Be quick with your hands and feet, move things carefully, and don’t miss the lady’s lifelong event!”
The old MasterChief, who was guarding the gate, laughed so hard that the folds on his face blossomed.
The eldest lady they watched grow up to be, and come and go, is finally getting married tonight.
It is said that the man who was fortunate enough to be her husband was the youngmaster of the CountofCalate’s house, and at such a young age he became the KnightinChief of the PalaceGuards, such a young hero She’s worthy of her eldest lady.
Just miss… Why does it seem like there’s a lot on the mind?
The MasterChief looked, with some apprehension, at the hanging ladder, where Miss Ophelia had stopped some time before.
The youngmaster of the Kalat family put a shoulder on her, but she didn’t even raise her head… Looks like a lost shell.
“Hey.”
The shoulder was bumped lightly, and the MasterChief turned back to see which uneyed brat had hit him. It’s nothing to hit him. If you break the wedding supplies, no one can afford it!
“Sorry…”
What, a daredevil maid.
But the next second the MasterChief became alert, and that face was strange.
He had been guarding the bastion’s main gate since he had left the front line following the general, and he was confidently familiar with every face in the castle, but he had never seen this maid.
He can’t remember when the castle had a doll-like petite maid with eye-catching silver hair.
“Hey, that maid, stop.”
The MasterChief’s hand held the handle of the sabre, and he strutted forward, as the soldiers beside him pointed their spears at the silver-haired maid.
As long as she dares to act rashly, the MasterChief promises that he will take the lads and chop her into shame as soon as possible.
“No insolence, old Henry.”
An unexpected voice appeared behind him, and the MasterChief subconsciously stood at attention, ready for the riding whip that was about to be drawn on his body.
That Captain Yegor has always been so overbearing.
“Old Henry, come here.”
The riding whip unexpectedly did not land on him, and Yegor simply pulled the MasterChief aside and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: “You tiger? How can we have such a short girl in the north? This is the valet that the young lady brought back from the RoyalCapital!”
Miss’s… Bodymaid.
The beads of sweat rolled off the MasterChief’s sideburns.
“But, Captain, I’m on the release list. . .”
“Without her” Before he could say the three words, Yegor angrily whipped him three times.
The MasterChief, not daring to murmur, quickly stood up straight, and caught the sturdy three whips with his chest.
“Captain Yegor, no one can bear anything if something happens to you or me.”
The MasterChief’s eyes were stoic, and he wanted to see even the slightest concession in Yegor’s face.
But after all, he was disappointed, and Yegor threw him away, straightened the soldiers away, went to the maid’s side, and pushed her gently behind her back.
“What are you doing? The lady is still waiting for you! Go do your own thing!”
The silver-haired maid was stunned for a moment, then immediately lifted her skirt and trotted towards the castle.
The MasterChief clearly saw the pair of leather boots exposed under the hem of his skirt. That’s by no means something a maid would wear.
“Stop her” Before he could exit, the MasterChief had his collar grabbed by Yegor.
“Captain Yegor, you have to bear this matter yourself.”
The MasterChief knew exactly what Yegor must have known, but he chose to shield himself.
“Thanks, HenrySr.”
Yegor let go of his hand, and the MasterChief dispersed his men, both standing side by side by the gate.
How long has it been since I stood with the Captain like this? Ten years at least.
By then Egor had been his commander and they used to fight alongside each other.
But the time has passed so long that the recruits of the year have grown into sophisticated MasterChief, so long that he almost forgot that they were comrades in arms.
“Old Henry, do you really think Miss will be happy if she marries that person?”
Yegor picks up a dog’s tail grass and follows the silver-haired maid’s back toward darkness.
Will you be “happy?” MasterChief doesn’t know.
He’s been guarding the door here for almost ten years, he’s seen all kinds of eldest ladies, happy sad, bitterly disappointed, he’s sure, happiness is by no means insensitive.
What’s happiness?
From the MasterChief’s point of view, happiness is to have a warm house that is neither too big nor too small. When he comes home at night, his wife will bring out hot soup. His son pesters him and asks him to practice swords with him, clamoring that he will also serve as a soldier in the future. Food and loyalty to the NorthernBorder.
Happiness should never be about looking at each other speechlessly and looking like ashes.
“Who knows, sir.”
The MasterChief saluted Yegor like a private, and he greeted his men’s lads as they lined up neatly at the door.
Right and wrong no longer matter, he made the same choice as his superiors.
“We all want the eldest lady to be happy, sir.”
Yegor’s lips moved, and he did the same thing.
They all hope that the child they grew up looking forward to will walk towards the weddinghall with a smile.
He doesn’t care who the hell is standing across from her.
“Yeah, old man.” Egor spits out the dogtail grass in his mouth, and he steps forward and sorts out the MasterChief’s crooked lapel, “we all think.”
“So… You keep it here, don’t let a mosquito out.”
The MasterChief solemnly saluted him. Sending off Yegor, he yelled at the soldiers.
“He and his lads are guarding here, which will become the iron wall of NeuschwansteinCastle”.
They will fight everything for their eldest lady.
Egor, who had gone up the revolving staircase, took a deep look at his old men.
HenrytheElder was standing in the middle of the gate with his saber, his gaze as sharp as a falcon’s looking straight ahead.
It’s time to bring this farce to a close.
The end of the fairy tale must be that the knight rescued the princess and defeated the dragon. This has been a royal plot for thousands of years, and no one can rewrite it without authorization.
And he, the sharpest sword of the NorthernBorder, was about to be the last line of defense of this castle, wearing his most splendid military dress.
His blood, will be the knight’s gift to the princess.
It’s all in your hands, Anastasia.
Whether her sword or her daughter, please be sure to give them happiness.
That way he can finally die.
That Yegor, who is attached to Cecilia, dies completely at this moment, and all that remains in the world is a pure soldier, an instructor determined to use his life to teach his last recruit in life.
Dang, dang, dang.
The chimes ring, announcing that the wedding is about to begin.
Dang, dang, dang.
Death knell for whom I don’t know.
Yegor clenched the sword in his hand, and he was no longer concerned.
“Please be happy.”
Yegor said so.