Eagle’s Glory

"But I do seldom consider others to be my friends..."

Agnes quietly looked at the boy in front of her.

Although he had a smile on his face, there was a hint of pride in his eyebrows - even when he was friendly to others, he actually put on a look of 'this is your honor'.

What an arrogant guy.

But perhaps because of the current atmosphere, Agnes didn't feel unhappy either.

She hesitated for a moment, then reached out her hand, held it with the young man's hand, and shook it twice.

Agron carefully felt the touch on his fingers - he found that Agnes' fingers were slender than he imagined. Although there were some calluses on them for foreseeable reasons, it did not affect the girl's charm. She is a little stronger.

Even with such slender fingers, he could easily and quickly kill someone else—Aegron thought.

"Did you...have blood on your hands?" He couldn't help but blurt out.

He regretted it in an instant. It was a bit rude to ask this question. If Agnes hadn't killed or hurt anyone, that would have been fine; but if she did have blood on her hands, wouldn't that be her own question? Bringing back unpleasant memories from others?

But all the questions were asked, so even if he regretted it in his heart, he could only look at each other awkwardly, waiting for Agnes' answer.

As he was worried, after hearing this question, Agnes' eyes suddenly turned cold, she let go of the young man's hand, and then looked up at the distant woods.

"Yes, I have killed people." After a while, she replied in a low voice, as if she had exhausted her strength. "To be precise, two years ago, when I was competing with others, I accidentally injured a person, and he died of his injuries not long after... This is no different from what I did with my own hands..."

Agnes's voice was getting smaller and smaller, as if she was caught in self-blame and annoyance, "At that time, I had just received permission from the teacher to compete with others with real swords, and I didn't know how to control the proportions, and faced the swords of others. He panicked, then tried his best to fight back... By the time I came to my senses, he was already lying on the ground and moaning loudly... God, his face was so horribly white back then that I can't forget it even now , I have learned to pay attention to proportions since him, and I have never had similar results again."

As she spoke, Agnes's voice was trembling, and she was obviously remorseful from the bottom of her heart.

Aegron was not frightened by her words. On the contrary, he was a little surprised—she, who is fond of swordsmanship, would care so much about seriously injuring or killing others.

From Aegron's point of view, since it was a competition with a real sword, the sword had no eyes, and any result was self-inflicted. Besides, Agnes defeated her opponent in a dignified manner, so why should she be upset?

So, should it be said that she is "not strong enough"? Or are you too kind?

"You just said that I don't have a strong desire to win or lose. Although I'm not convinced, I have to admit that you did see it right." Just as he was thinking about it, Agnes let out another long sigh. "I love swords, but I don't want to see blood on my hands, because I know how difficult it is to live, everyone has their own dreams and their own treasures, just like myself... and I , but easily cut off the life of others, so that he can never see his family again, how cruel it is for me to impose on others the things I don't want to face the most?"

Then, she smiled wryly again. "You must think I'm hypocritical, right? While holding a sword in my hand and saying that I don't want blood, I think it's funny, but it's really what I think."

It does seem a bit contradictory, but Agron doesn't find it strange - after all, everyone is more or less contradictory, not to mention Agnes is actually so young, she can't be hard-hearted. It's normal, and it's even a good thing.

If it was that kind of lunatic who murdered like numbness and thirst for blood, he would be disgusted.

"Please don't feel guilty about it, Agnes, you didn't do anything wrong in my opinion," he replied aloud to Agnes. "You didn't force anyone to face your sword, it was others who chose to fight against you, you took the same risk as him, and in the end you won, and he died, this is also the choice of fate - just ask, If you lie under his sword, will your family be happy? Impossible? Since you are in a duel, you can only do your best to win, whether it is for yourself or your family, you must do your best To win, there is nothing to feel guilty about! Do you still have the obligation to keep your hands when your life is in danger?"

Then, he spread out his hand again and pointed at himself, "Look at me, I'm not like you, I haven't killed anyone with my own hands, at most I just gave my teacher a sword - and he still Serving me here, so if I'm rhetorical and I don't have a life on my hands, but who would believe a joke like that? Right now, right here, I'm driving my followers We fought hard with another army, hundreds died, and the enemy died in the thousands - all because of my ambitions... If I'm going to feel guilty, I should pick me up right now The shotgun in my hand shot me in the head!"

Then, he looked back at Agnes, and continued, "But I have no guilt, in my opinion, I did not force anyone to follow me, and I did not force them to die senselessly... They know me What are they doing, and they know more about the meaning of all this... So they voluntarily chose to follow me to face life and death, and fate took some of them away, but so what? Since they are on the battlefield, keep up with them Just like in the duel arena, we are all trying to survive between life and death. Some people died unfortunately, but their deaths are valuable. I will not apologize to them. All I can do is thank them for their efforts and continue. Going forward along the road I chose, and only in this way can I live up to their expectations!

So, look, the blood on my hands is a hundred times more than yours, but what's there to be upset about? Agnes, you should leave this senseless shadow behind, otherwise, every time you fight someone in the future, you will think that you can't kill people and bleed, then you will put yourself in danger from the beginning, because your The enemy will not forgive you! "

Agnes looked at the young man who suddenly babbled in front of her.

She knew that the other party was deliberately trying to comfort her, even taking herself as an example.

Why doesn't she know what Aegron is saying? It's just some knots, it's really not that easy to get over.

"You...you're such a big villain." Agnes couldn't help but glared at him, "I've never seen a person as pretentious as you who never knows how to restrain yourself, why can you always make everything you cause? Take sacrifice for granted?! Can't you see how much disaster you have caused?"

"Yes, I did cause disasters, and I will continue to cause more and bigger disasters in the future... But so what? Would the world be a beautiful place without me?" Aegron asked confidently, " Just look at the land under our feet. Before I came, it had been enslaved for hundreds of years, and now it is still being brutally suppressed by the infidels. There are so many wronged souls wandering here. Could it be that I caused it? Killing people and setting fires here, but if I succeed, I can do what I can to make this disaster end as quickly as possible, so that this nation can have a chance to heal... isn't that bad?

Look at France, now poor and tired, trapped by the absurd peace of Vienna, ruled by a horde of zombies long overdue to their graves, and the people endured with all kinds of unreasonable beatings and marrow, if I could spend blood and fire To smooth all of this and let the people regain a prosperous life, haven't I done an extraordinary feat? I am not afraid to create disasters, as long as one disaster can heal more disasters, I believe that I can achieve this with my knowledge, my energy and my boundless ambition.

Yes, I'm a badass, I'm so ambitious that even the ordinary wealthy life can't satisfy me, so I fled from Austria, from the life my grandfather and Metternich arranged for me... But I also believe that I My ambition is at least worthy of the torrent of the times, I can divide the blessings evenly among my subjects, let my empire prosper, I know that one day I will face death, but when that day comes, I can Lying in bed and telling my dying self - because of my existence, the world is a better place! "

Although there was only Agnes in the audience in front of him, Agron said all the words that were hidden in his heart in one breath.

He is not a sincere person, and it can even be said that he is very good at concealing himself, but at this moment he is completely self-absorbed in front of Agnes-this small speech seems to have exhausted all his evaluation and expectations of himself. His hands were waving vigorously, and his eyes seemed to be shining brightly.

Rather than an "ideal", it would be better to say that it is mixed with the fantasies of many young people, but because of this, it is more and more able to infect Agnes of the same age.

Yes, such contagious words and body movements made Agnes almost stunned.

She had never seen such a rhetoric in Paris—not just by her peers, not even by the great men of the court.

Those adults often wear wigs, their faces are as stiff as zombies, and they only know to say some meaningless words over and over, and they often follow the rules to the point of ridiculous, as if this is the only way to show their dignity.

But he was different. He was honest and cunning, down-to-earth and fanciful. He not only had the talent of an orator, but also had the madness of a poet.

Although there is almost no trace of what he said at present, Agnes can't help but believe at this moment that he can really say what he can do.

He's a one-of-a-kind... Agnes admits it again in her heart.

Maybe even without her sister's advice, after witnessing what he thought and understanding what he did, he would be willing to stand on his side?

After an unknown amount of time, she finally came back to her senses.

"Okay, Aegron, I will remember your words. Maybe we don't have the same ideas, but I admit that what you just said makes sense... I really shouldn't put meaningless shackles on myself, as long as I When confronting people with dignity and facing the risk of life and death, what if there is blood on my hands? I should make myself tougher." She said word by word.

"That's right, it seems that my saliva is not in vain." Aegron laughed happily, and then couldn't help making a joke. "Sometimes action is more important than thinking, and resoluteness is better than any wisdom - if one day you need to give me a sword, I advise you not to hesitate but to strike with lightning speed, otherwise That opportunity is fleeting..."

"Don't say such things." Agnes interrupted him, "Don't make fun of yourself... My sister and brother-in-law are both your servants, how could I face you with swords?"

"This is not necessarily, things are impermanent..." Aegron shrugged with a smile.

Then, his expression became solemn again, "By the way, I haven't told anyone about these things just now. If you can, I ask you to keep it a secret for me. Ordinary people are always prone to making a fuss about the truth."

"Well, of course I will." Agnes nodded immediately, "I told you that, please keep it a secret."

"That's right, it seems that we have a shared secret." Aegron nodded with a big smile, "This seems to be the beginning of a real friendship, right?"

"You can say that if you have to." Agnes replied a little embarrassedly, and then she seemed a little unwilling, so she added bravely, "You must think that you are giving me glory, but right For me, a friend is a friend, whether you are a rebel or an emperor, you are a friend, it is no different to me, and the way I treat you will not change."

"Well, this is the result I want to see." Aegron has no objection at all. "If you are also a follower, then I find it boring."

Then, the two temporarily interrupted the conversation, then took off the reins from the tree, mounted the horse again, and stepped into the forest path.

However, although she picked up the bow again, Agnes did not intend to shoot arrows immediately.

Instead, she seemed to remember something and asked in a low voice, "By the way, Agron, are you sure you want to marry His Royal Highness Theresa?"

"Yes, I will marry Teresa, this is my promise to everyone, I can't take it back." Aegron answered her without hesitation. "As for when...it's probably after the war is over."

"What kind of feelings do you have for her? If I remember correctly, you must have abandoned her once, right?"

Agnes asked, then reopened her bow and shot an arrow in the distance.