"Violet Duchy’s banner?"
"Wi... Willert?"
Upon hearing the sentinel’s words, the Violet Soldiers were all stunned.
Although more than a decade had passed since the Star Moon War, the prestige and legends of the Willert family, which had ruled the Violet Duchy for nearly a thousand years, still resonated deeply in people’s hearts.
Baron Betel was no exception.
He pondered for a mont and then suddenly realized sothing, rummaging in his pocket and quickly pulling out a cluster of badges strung together by a cord.
The badge bore the pattern of a violet flower, intricately carved with beautiful designs and complex magic patterns. At that mont, it was gently emitting a faint light as if sensing sothing.
Seeing the glow of the badge, Baron Betel’s expression changed instantaneously.
It was the family crest inherited by the Willert family.
Only the direct lineage of the Willert family and those recognized as clan mbers could possess it, capable of mutual perception.
"Lord Baron, do we... try to negotiate with them, or should we retreat in another direction?"
the following Violet Knight couldn’t help asking.
Baron Betel stared at the Violet badge in his hand for a while, his gaze then shifting hesitantly toward the forest outside, his expression sowhat uncertain.
Soon, an alert veteran soldier delivered another ssage:
"Lord Baron! Lord Baron! Their troops have stopped about five hundred ters outside the forest! They have raised a flag signaling a desire to et with you! And... it’s the flag signals from the ti of the Star Moon War!"
"Flag signals from the Star Moon War?"
Baron Betel’s gaze sharpened.
After hesitating for a few breaths, he solemnly said:
"Everyone, enter combat-ready status and prepare for both battle and retreat..."
"Let a few volunteer, to accompany to et them."
Choosing a few volunteering knights and soldiers, Baron Betel left the forest.
Outside the forest, fully ard Castel Cavalry halted about five hundred ters away, numbering perhaps one or two thousand.
They were holding high the banner of the violet flower, with the leading knight waving a white war flag, signaling a ceasefire for negotiations.
Baron Betel gestured for his following soldiers to stop, then he stepped forward, looking toward Castel’s forces, his eyes drifting among the cavalry, he spoke gravely:
"I am Guillau, the commander of Violet."
"Who is it? Who wants to see ?"
Upon seeing Baron Betel, a fully armored knight from Castel’s side imdiately rode out from the ranks toward Baron Betel.
He was tall, nearly two ters in height.
Seeing the approaching knight, the Violet Soldiers instantly showed alertness.
As a First Tier Transcendent, Baron Betel had a better vision.
He imdiately noticed the similarly weathered armor on the opponent, the chest bearing the sa violet flower pattern as his own knight’s armor, his gaze sharpening montarily.
The knight from Castel soon arrived not far from Baron Betel.
He halted his warhorse, standing in the shadow of a large tree, the aged gaze from behind his visor resting on Baron Betel, he sighed:
"Young Guillau... it really is you."
Listening to this long-old address and the sowhat familiar voice, Baron Betel’s expression beca dazed.
He looked uncertainly at the tall knight in front of him and said gravely:
"Your Excellency... who are you?"
The knight of Castel slowly removed his helt, revealing a rugged aged face.
Seeing that familiar face, long-lost mories suddenly resurged in Baron Betel’s mind:
"Rah... Lord Rahael? You... you’re still alive!"
Upon recognizing the identity of the newcor, Baron Betel’s eyes widened.
Rahael de Reine.
The last Knight Commander of the Willert Family, personal guard knight loyal to the direct lineage of Willert, and also the teacher of horsemanship and swordsmanship to the last group of Violet Knights including Baron Betel, who had trained in the Violet Castle.
Knight Rahael gave a slight smile and said,
"Guillau, long ti no see."
"So many years have passed, and you have beco a formidable commander capable of standing on your own."
As he looked at Knight Rahael, a look of bewildernt crossed Baron Betel’s face, and he could not help but sigh,
"Lord Rahael, it’s been a long ti."
"You... seem to have changed very little compared to those years..."
After saying this, as if he had thought of sothing, Baron Betel’s expression slightly changed, and he instantly beca alert,
"You... why are you in Castel’s army, yet purposely flying the Willert’s flag?"
"Could it be that you have already pledged allegiance to Castel and betrayed Willert!"
Upon hearing Baron Betel’s words, Rahael shook his head,
"Betray Willert? No, of course not."
"I have been, from the beginning and always will be, a guardian knight of Willert, in the past, now, and in the future."
"The reason I stand here is that my young mistress wishes to see you, and of course... she was once your young mistress too."
"Young... mistress?"
Baron Betel was montarily stunned.
After speaking, Knight Rahael turned his head and looked towards the Castel forces, and shouted,
"Miss, it is indeed Baron Betel! Guillau de Betel Willett!"
Hearing Rahael’s words, the Castel forces stirred slightly, and the cavalry slowly parted to the sides, creating a pathway.
Following that, a young woman riding a black war horse, clad in black noble armor, and wearing a cloak appeared in Baron Betel’s sight.
The mysterious young woman rode her horse swiftly to Knight Rahael’s side, while Rahael, who had dismounted, respectfully stood slightly behind her.
"You... you are..."
Seeing the noble garnt adorned with violets on the woman, Baron Betel beca even more puzzled.
And then, the young woman too entered under the shade of the large tree and removed her cloak, revealing her true face.
She was a beautiful girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old.
She had lovely flaxen-colored hair unique to the direct lineage of the Willert family, and her amber eyes were full of smiles:
"Brother Guillau, long ti no see."
Looking at the beautiful young woman in front of him, long-forgotten mories resurged.
The image of the person in front of him gradually overlapped with a figure deep in his mory, causing Baron Betel’s eyes to widen, his expression filled with disbelief:
"Miss... Agnes?!"
"You... you’re still alive too?!"
But soon, his gaze sharpened, and his expression beca puzzled:
"Wait, is it really you? How do you look so young, just like back then?"
"And... why are you standing with Castel’s army?"
Hearing Baron Betel’s words, Agnes sighed,
"It’s a long story at this ti..."
"The grievances between the Willert family and Castel have ended. The current Castel is the force helping to revive the Willert family and also the master that the Willert family follows."
With that, Agnes looked at Baron Betel and earnestly said,
"Brother Guillau, Willert is no longer your lord, and your knightly contract with the Willert family... has also ended."
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