Eagle’s Glory

"Your Highness, where are you going?"

Agron stopped.

This familiar voice made him know who was calling him without looking back.

After creating chaos and carefully disguising, he still couldn't completely avoid his eyes... He sighed in his heart.

He subconsciously touched the pistol in his arms, then turned his head and looked at Captain Foresty, his swordsmanship teacher, and the outline of his body slowly emerged in the darkness.

This tall swordsman and soldier was looking at himself with a solemn expression at the moment.

Snowflakes drifted past him, but they couldn't cover his bright eyes.

Then Aigron discovered that the other party was actually chasing after him alone.

Captain Foresty came a few steps away from him, then stopped.

"That's right, I came after me alone, Your Highness." Perhaps seeing what Aegron was thinking, he explained. "On the one hand it's time, it's too late; on the other hand...I don't want to make things irreversible."

Then, he sighed again, "Your Highness, I haven't told anyone yet, and now you just had an accident... Go back, everything can be regarded as nothing happened."

"What if I say no?" Agron asked rhetorically.

He was ready to shoot at any time and hit the opponent by surprise, but he knew that with the teacher's reaction speed, if the first shot missed, it would be difficult to do next, so he decided to wait for the opportunity.

Anyway, since only the captain noticed and chased after him, he still had time.

"Your Highness, stop being self-willed!" The captain interrupted him sharply, "Can't you think about it, is it worth paying all this price? Soaring high... but you put all of this aside and embarked on a hard road of escape, even if you managed to escape, so what? Europe no longer welcomes your surname!"

Then, he sighed again, "Even if you don't take this to heart, have you thought about what will happen to Her Royal Highness Sophie? How much punishment will she suffer because of you! Besides, her relationship with you is so deep that you abandon her? How miserable she will be without her! Can you forget her cry? Think again, is it worth it?"

Aegron held back the pain in his heart, then raised his head and answered him arrogantly.

"Sorry, I think it's worth it."

"...It seems that after all, there is no way to persuade you with words." The captain smiled bitterly, and then he looked at His Highness again, "Then...I will teach you in the way of a teacher."

He provocatively pouted to Aegron, "How about we have the last test? If I lose, you can struttingly step on my body and leave, I have fulfilled my obligation to the motherland; if you lose, then you too Just don't think about roaming the world, because you can't even handle a little captain, let alone a marshal king!"

The teacher's words aroused anger in Aegron's heart.

However, on the surface he remained extremely calm.

There is no point in coercing and enticing the captain, he can't just let himself go, so... probably can only fight for the outcome.

"I'm not armed," he answered deliberately.

"I took a handful from someone next to me during the chaos just now," the captain replied.

Then, he took off the saber he carried with him and threw it directly to Aegron, "In fairness, you can use mine, so maybe you will be more convinced..."

"Looks like you've put yourself in the position of a winner." Aegron remained calm, bent down and picked up the sword on the ground. "I think it's too arrogant."

The reflection of the metal made the snowflakes falling in front of him sparkle, and it also cooled down Aegron's blood vessels.

"This has nothing to do with arrogance... Your Highness, I have always said that you are my best student. You will definitely surpass me in time, but you are still too young to defeat me." The captain replied, "Your Highness, if you lose Now, please don't push yourself too hard, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to control it and hurt you."

"It's too late to say this now." Aegron laughed, "I will definitely fight for your life, Captain, you'd better put your own safety first, don't hold back, or you will definitely die. ."

The captain's expression froze, and after a moment he let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. Then please ask yourself for more blessings. I hope I can win a little easier."

He has already felt His Highness's determination, and this means that he can't easily solve it anyway.

In this case, Austria is more important than His Royal Highness, and he can only make a cruel choice.

The two drew their swords and confronted each other.

The snowflakes were like elves, falling on them and between them, but it didn't affect their sight.

With the help of the dim light, Captain Foresti carefully looked at the "girl" standing in front of him.

The face was serious and delicate, the long golden hair swayed slightly in the cold wind, the skirt swayed slightly with the movement of the footsteps, and the eyes shone with a cold light like a sharp blade.

"Hey... it would be great if you were really born to be a princess, maybe this can save everyone's trouble." The captain sighed again, "And you don't have to carry so much pressure, you can search as much as you like. own happiness."

Agron frowned slightly.

He has been with the teacher for so many years, and he knows each other too well. The captain is not just boringly sentimental or ridiculing himself, he is trying to disturb his mind.

Now that the distance between the two people is very close, he can assert that if he directly draws a gun and fires now, there is a more than 90% probability that the other party will be shot.

But... his pride kept him from doing it.

Since it has been pointed by the blade, let's say goodbye to Austria with the sword!

The real Juggernaut holds a sword in his hand and a gun in his arms, let's let you see it!

"I'd be scared if I were you," he said slowly. "Because...you know what your opponent has given up for this, and what kind of consciousness you have made."

The captain didn't answer, just narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at His Highness, and his footsteps moved slowly, ready to act at any time.

However, after a moment, his eyes slowly widened.

He was stunned to find that His Highness actually handed the sword from his right hand to his left, then raised it slightly and pointed it at himself.

"My left hand is more proficient - teacher, please comment on it yourself!"

lied to me for so many years! ?

The captain was a little horrified.

When he was His Highness's teacher, His Highness was only seven or eight years old, but since he was a young boy, did he deliberately hide it in front of him... How terrifying.

Before he could calm down, Aegron stepped forward and launched an attack.

As he stepped out, the snow on the ground made a sand-like sound, and a half-arc sword shadow swung in the air.

The captain turned to his side, then swung his sword to block, the two swords collided heavily, and the blades let out a crisp whine.

And Aigron turned around, and with the help of his waist strength, he swept the sword to the opponent's shoulder again, and then continued to attack the captain.

While waving his sword to block, the captain secretly assessed his opponent. He found that His Highness's left-handed sword was almost impeccable in terms of speed, strength, and angle. It was obviously much better than the level he had shown when he practiced with him before.

It seems that His Royal Highness really did not lie, he is better at left hand.

Now his assessment of His Highness is completely different, and there is no certainty that he will be able to defeat the opponent at all.

With the reflection of the blade, he saw His Highness's expression at the moment.

The corner of the other's mouth smiled slightly, as if full of fighting spirit and excitement, and there was bloodthirsty cruelty in his eyes. With his moving footsteps, the skirt and wig are also swinging violently, as if dancing to death.

Then go for it! The captain was also heartbroken.

He can't be merciful anymore, and now he also has only victory in his eyes.

He swung the sword that was stabbing at him heavily, and then launched a rush attack.

In the snowy night, the two of them fought smugly, leaving all other selfish thoughts behind.

In order to win as soon as possible, Aegron used his sword to open and close, constantly forcing the opponent to block with strength and speed, while waiting for the opportunity to find a deadly gap.

The captain, on the other hand, has a steady style, and pays great attention to defense even when attacking, constantly using skilled blocks and footsteps to defuse the opponent's attack.

Aigron knew that by relying on his unexpected left-handed sword, he hit the teacher psychologically, and at the same time his left-handed sword also made the opponent very uncomfortable, so the opponent had already fallen to the disadvantage, and he could only insist on defending and wait for his energy to be exhausted.

The fight between the two men entered a stalemate for a while.

To the captain's surprise, His Highness's offensive lasted longer than expected. Perhaps because of his mental trauma, he had fallen into madness and was desperate to defeat himself.

Secretly startled, he pulled up his spirits to resist, looking for all kinds of possible exploits.

Under his gaze, His Highness took another step forward and stabbed himself with his sword without reservation.

The captain hurriedly raised his sword, and then pressed down heavily when the blades intersected, making the opponent's blade slide toward his gauntlet, trying to twist the blade in this way.

Sensing the captain's intentions, Aegron suddenly sank his shoulders, then slammed his sword towards the captain's chin diagonally upwards.

And the captain just stepped back sideways, dodging the sharp blow.

This is the moment!

Aegron knew that when the captain made this blow, he would immediately have a step back, allowing him to quickly defend against the enemy's counterattack.

This action captain has been used thousands of times when two people are in the usual class, and it has almost become a conditioned reflex.

Everything is in the pre-judgment. He has already sunk down, sunk his knees forward, then closed his eyes, used all his remaining strength, and stabbed diagonally toward the left front with incomparable spirit.

At this moment, blood light burst out, and the originally snow-white ground was suddenly sprayed with a layer of red dye.

The two stopped at this point.

Captain Foresti lowered his head slowly, staring at the icy blade that pierced into his belly.

"Beautiful...what a nice blow." The pain contorted the captain's face, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

But even so, he squeezed out an ugly smile and seemed to be pleased with the progress of the students.

Aegron said nothing. He let go of his hand without drawing his sword.

Apparently, if he drew his sword from the captain's body now, the blood spurting would quickly cause the captain to bleed to his death.

Of course, even as he is now, he may soon die in the midst of ice and snow.

The excitement that burned in the blood during the battle has now dissipated. He silently looked at the teacher standing in front of him, his expression was calm, even a little indifferent.

And just as he watched, Captain Foresti fell to his knees, breathing in pain, covering his wounds.

His hands were soon soaked with blood, and his chest was heaving violently with pain, but even so, he didn't let out an unpleasant moan.

Sure enough, he was a true swordsman. Even if he was defeated, he would not lose his dignity, so Aegron could not help but feel respect in his heart.

Two people have been together for so many years, how can they have no feelings?

It's just... that's a price that can be paid.

"I won," he said quietly.

"Yes, I lost... Your Highness, you defeated me in a head-to-head duel." The captain endured the pain, looked up at His Highness and said with a trembling voice, "In this case, I keep my promise, you can go... I wish you the best of luck in the future. All the best of luck and hope that what you're paying now, in the end...it all turns out to make sense in the end."

Aegron did not walk away immediately, but continued to stand there and look down at him.

He picked up the sword the captain had just used from the ground, cut a piece of cloth from his skirt, and threw it in front of him, motioning for him to wrap it up.

"I won't say sorry to you, because it's a choice for the two of us—but, Captain, good luck, I hope you survive, and I hope we see each other someday."

Then, he raised his hand, tidied up the wig that had just been scattered during the duel, and prepared to leave.

"His Royal Highness...!" Just as he took a step, the captain who was on the ground made a slight call. "Can you... can you not start a war against Austria?"

Even when you are on the verge of death, can you forget your homeland? Really admirable.

Aegron turned back, and then showed a gentle smile.

"It depends on God's will, but...I hope not."

Then, he turned and walked away, without the slightest nostalgia.

Everything was thrown behind him, whether it was snow or something else.

When he reached the end of the alley, as he expected, there was a carriage parked here.

He approached the carriage, and soon heard a cry full of surprise.

"Your Highness!"

Following this call, the young girl Chanel walked to his side and said to him with great joy, "You...you finally came, I thought...I thought something happened..."

Then, she was surprised to find that her master was not in a normal state at the moment - the skirt was covered with sword marks and blood.

At the same time, Aegron also fell softly and fell to the ground.

The battle just now consumed almost all his energy. In this cold wind and heavy snow, he just wanted to sit around the fire and have a good rest.

"Yeah!" she screamed in horror. "Are you alright!"

"It's nothing, Chanel... That's not my blood." Aigron replied with his last strength, "I'm just a little tired, help me up to rest."

Chanel hurriedly supported his shoulder.

Agron closed his eyes slightly.

He does need to rest for a while.