Stray

    Prince Aldric hardly ever dreams.

    His day ends when he closes his eyes and begins when he opens them. All that remains is a dark void.

    He used to dream, and before he could see the world clearly, he would still dream like an ordinary person. It's a pity that when Eldric's head really wakes up, he suddenly realizes that he has everything, and he has lost the ability to dream.

    To be fair, Prince Eldric had the "best" childhood a human being could have.

    The world of Aldric Alastair does not exist in the world of getting what you want. He wouldn't be stupid enough to ask for the moon in the sky. As for other things, as long as he opened his mouth, he would always get it.

    As long as he works hard, he can always "succeed".

    All have unparalleled patience, gentleness and love. It's like petting a precious cat that will never step out of the room. Enjoying the best education, the most meticulous care, his world is full of love and order.

    However, over time, Eldric began to feel nothing. Whether he was serious or vexatious, the smiles on people's faces were always the same. He seemed to be conversing with a deep well, and the scenery in front of him never changed, whether a bouquet or a knife was thrown.

    Sad and helpless, but he wouldn't mind, just as he wouldn't mind the indifference of his brother and sister—

    Because Aldric Alastair was pure, happy and undistorted. All right and wrong were firmly imprinted in his mind. He knew that he "reasonably" could not inherit the throne, that this luxurious life was his father's favor and compensation, and he knew everything.

    Aldric has never been confused, he just needs to follow his own ideas. The most fertile soil always produces the most luxuriant plants, and all along, his judgment has never been wrong.

    It should be.

    However, today, he did wake up from a nightmare - the crumpled battle reports were still scattered on the floor, and the prince took a full ten minutes to realize that he had a nightmare.

    Maybe he's still having a nightmare.

    His arrangement was clever and methodical, and Gallagher's army should have been wiped out. The "emperor" who cooperates with the devil will lose popular support, he will take the lead in beheading the rebel generals, and at the same time take good care of the elder brother whose "brain is starting to go wrong", and ascend to the throne logically.

    Both fathers and brothers are too obsessed with their own desires. They always lose sight of the bigger picture and get lost in an unnecessary sense of victory. He is not the same, perfect he does not need extra material to prove anything, he will bring real prosperity to Alban.

      Marshal Gallagher elected a fake heir before he even used the Bone Jade Bomb, making it impossible for him to come out with integrity.

    This is not how it should be, and there should be no errors in your calculations.

    Eldric glanced at the unlit sky outside the window, took a deep breath, and called a servant to help him change his clothes. It was still early, and he was in a very bad mood. Often at this time, he has a fixed good place—

    His niece, the sweet Delia, is always up early. Today was no exception. When he entered the parlour, Delia was neatly dressed and sat quietly in the armchair.

    The eyes of the young princess were tightly covered with blindfolds, and the beautiful pearl hair ornaments were interspersed in the long smooth hair, beautiful like a doll. The dead emperor was placed on a couch not far away. Although his body was already rigid, the spells ensured that his body would not rot, let alone emit a strange smell.

    Ignoring the corpse of her brother, the prince glanced at the hair ornament on the little princess' head - a bit familiar, it may have belonged to her mother Annabelle.

    "Delia," he called softly.

    "Uncle." His dull niece responded in a submissive voice, "You sound in a bad mood."

    The comfort of a loved one always makes him feel a little better.

      "All those useless **** have all failed, and an army of tens of thousands of people has been defeated by four people? Make up the story and make up the story - I should have known that my dear brother has been sick for too long, and the people below have already given birth to this and that. mind."

    "Yes." Delia continued to echo, her voice soft and calm.

    "Older brother insists on dying in that chair even though he is so weak and has no descendants to succeed him. It will only hurt Alban - people say I want the throne, But you know, Delia, I don't want it at all."

    The prince continued emotionally: "This is just what I was destined to do. Waiting for the recovery of the eldest brother will be a long process. It goes on like this."

    Delia sat quietly and pursed her lips.

    "If only everyone were as sensible as our Delia."

    The prince sighed loudly: "They are so stupid that their brains will never turn around. Did you know, Delly? Willard's king will execute all his peers when he takes the throne. Brothers and sisters. In Alban, it's condemned to do so—actually, it saves a lot of trouble. Willard is getting stronger, and me? I even gave them a compliment."

    In the sight that the cat mustache gave the little princess, the prince looked at the emperor's body melancholy.

    "Stupid and stubborn," he added.

    "Including my mother?" Delia asked softly.

    "No, Annabelle is very obedient. But like I said, her death was necessary. She lived a very unhappy life. Compared with being used by others, death is more for her Let's live in peace—" Prince Eldric said in a matter-of-fact tone, "It's better to die than to live, don't you think so? She also accepted this and didn't resist."

    "Yeah." Delia answered briefly.

    "I sacrificed my loved ones to try to keep this country strong. But why is it so bad? It's as if God is against me."

    The prince's tone was a little more sad.

    "Did Alban change under the management of Big Brother? Only positive change and war can bring new breakthroughs to Alban. Why do they just not understand? What did I do wrong? ?"

    "You're right." Delia's voice was cold and crisp, like thin ice floating in a winter glass. "You just lost."

    "You are right, my dear little girl." The prince's voice relaxed, "It was just a failure, since I am on the right path, I will always succeed."

    "Yes, uncle. You can talk to me, I'm willing to share it for you."

    The little princess twisted her lips again, and an odd smile hung on the corners of her lips. The cat's beard was crawling slowly between the beautiful and intricate hair accessories, delivering the message word for word.

    "There is no right or wrong." She repeated, as she had guessed, the ego-obsessed prince ignoring the nuances of her phrasing. "...It's just that you lost."

    Even if my mother was still alive, she would not be given such a simple question again. To this day, her uncle is still wrestling with these pointless questions—her grandfather, Alban's first emperor, has not made a mistake of judgment. Aldric Alastair did not have the qualifications to become a king.

    Not at all.

    The other side of the battlefield is more lively.

    Bagelmoru snorted and spat the hair out of his mouth to the ground. Now its feathers are thick and beautiful, with a healthy sheen. The man in front of it collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and the top of his head was almost bald by the grey parrot.

    "This is the first number?" An Chong frowned with demon saliva in his hair, "My dear brother is really impatient."

    As she spoke, she easily picked up the unconscious assassin and dragged him neatly away from the camp.

    Marshal Gallagher closed his eyes and covered his face with his double.

    Since the battle report from the front came back, he began to enter a strange state of shorting. If it weren't for the genuine emblem on Ann Savage's left arm, he would even believe it was a huge prank, or a bad joke. This was supposed to be a **** and brutal war, and it was about the fate and future of this country—

    But seeing that they are going to hit the capital, the long-established marshal has no sense of reality.

    Since the two armies left with two Tumbleweed members each, his reinforcements were completely useless. According to the battle reports on both sides, the former knight commander's partner Jesse Dillon will use the "great curse of bad luck", and the superior demon and his lover are so strong that they have no boundaries, officially turning the battlefield route into teaching training journey of.

    The strength is too disparate. Nemo Wright's toughness may have inspired a little desperate struggle on the opposite side, but after another army was kicked in the head by a large group of migrating wild goats in front of Jesse Dylan, their enemy Don't even want to take it seriously.

    The emperor's order cannot be violated, but the attitude of the enemy is still very obvious.

    The situation of the "Emperor" is getting worse and worse, and many of the nobles who have received the news have fallen to Gallagher who holds the evidence of the royal will. And for the first time in his life, the marshal found himself a little overstrength.

    The marshal took out the perfume bottle irritably, stared at it for a few seconds, then glanced at his grey parrot. After a few sighs, Gallagher put it back in his pocket again in a huff.

    Ironically, Gallagher didn't even set foot on the battlefield himself, let alone protect the princess. After these days, he firmly believed that he needed to protect his mental health from the princess.

    "There are not many tough battles left." After throwing the poor assassin into the cage, An returned to the tent carelessly.

    "Yes, it's almost over." The marshal sniffed his sleeve unhappily, "This is the end of the matter, anyone with a little wink should know what's going on. If I guessed correctly, When the time comes, those who support the Prince will gather in the capital, and those who support us—"

    "You don't have to guess," An Huang pointed, "Delia gave me the news."

    "Oh." The marshal responded numbly, "It's time for you to recall your companions. If they can show their strength in the capital, you can win all the way to the throne."

    "No." Ann shrugged.

    Marshal Gallagher narrowed his eyes.

    "I don't want to end with fear. Fear is a momentary segment, it cannot last."

    "Who's going to speak? Well, I'll put it another way. I don't want to end with a fear of the inhuman."

    "Even I have to admit that after they moved, there were few casualties in this war. If you don't rely on their strength, my soldiers will die for your willfulness."

    "You haven't been on the battlefield yet," said Ann.

    "Yes."

    "Me neither."

    "Yes."

    "Then why do you think that it can't be me who deter them?"