"Then will you leave me? Sebasqing." Emilia raised her head with red eyes.

Sebas smiled: "A person will always experience a lot of separation in his life. My life has come to the end, and your life has just begun."

Emilia seemed to want to ask something, but she heard Sebass continue to ask in a soft voice: "Emilia, do you want to be the king?"

Emilia was stunned, her eyes gradually showed confusion and helplessness. After a moment, she lowered her head and whispered.

"It's better to say that I don't hate being a king or not. I don't like being a king these days. I have heard many people talk about the benefits of being a king, and I have also heard many people talk about the disadvantages of being a king..."

"What do you think?" Sebass' voice was soft and did not deliberately guide Emilia's answer.

"Being a king is really tiring," said Emilia. "Every day, I have to deal with a lot of government affairs, meet many people I don't know, and have to do various interests with them and make choices. I have never done these before and I am not used to them at all. If I can, I actually prefer to draw at home."

Sebass was silent for a moment, then relaxed his eyebrows and seemed to have let go of something: "That's it, then..."

“But──”

Emilia raised her head and said seriously: "If this is necessary, if my people will smile when they see me becoming king, if I really have this ability, I also want to protect people's smiles and guard the sacred Britain like King Arthur!"

──Sebas opened his eyes wide, his eyes trembled slightly. At this moment, Emilia's eyes seemed to be shining with a star-like brilliance...

Sebas smiled, smiling happily, "I understand, Your Majesty, you already have the potential to be the king, and you will become a good benevolent monarch."

Emilia seemed to want to say something, but a series of rapid gunfire sounded from the empty corridor, and even gunfire.

Her face suddenly stopped, and she suddenly remembered what Sebas said before. Kerton had already brought his army into the palace to prepare for a coup, and her face was a little pale.

A group of Royal Knights guards with live ammunition ran up from the stairs, stopped the elevator urgently, and guarded at various important stairs. The guard captain trotted to Sebas and stood solemnly.

"Report to the Regent, Her Majesty the Queen, confirming that Prince Certon has rebelled and led a well-trained force into the palace."

"Do you know what the enemy's combat power is?" Sebas asked.

The captain of the guard shook his head: "Although there is only a short fight, they undoubtedly have strong firepower and quality. Both tactical cooperation and tactical execution are perfect. Unlike loose mercenaries, I have never seen such a force appear internationally."

"Ha." Sebas sneered: "It's so deep, Kerton..."

"I order you now, Guinicole Paulson, with your guards, to guard the Queen to the death!"

"yes!"

Smack~

The luxurious carved door was closed and locked again, and the white concert hall became quiet again, but the sound of artillery fire could still be heard outside the door.

"Sebass..." Emilya was a little nervous.

"The intersection downstairs has probably been blocked by Kerton. He has been in the palace for more than ten years. He must know all the secret passages in the palace clearly. If we pass the secret passages, we will be just going to fall into the trap." Sebas analyzed calmly in his old voice.

"In other words, we can only count on the Royal Guard to destroy the enemy now, right?" Emilia said with her fists tightly. She hated this feeling of powerlessness.

"The training and training of an elite special forces cannot be completed in one or two years." Sebass's eyes were deep. "When he became the second generation's lover, he might have been waiting for this day. He knew the combat effectiveness of the Royal Guard. Since he dared to launch a coup, he would definitely be prepared."

"In other words, our chances of winning are very low?" Emilia's face was a little pale.

"No," Sebass looked at Emilia: "It's basically no."

Emilia took a deep breath, then smiled bitterly: "Maybe Certon is also a good choice to be king."

"When the country was in life and death, it was not at all concerned that a large number of people and soldiers died due to delays in military aircraft. He had been completely corrupted by his ambitions and was swallowed by rights and desires." Sebass looked at Emilia, "Are you sure you want to make him king with such a person? Emilia."

Emilia was silent in distracted, her hands holding Avalon's scabbard tighter.

"Do you believe me? Your Majesty." Sebas stared at Emilia with deep eyes.

Emilia raised her head: "I don't know who to believe except you."

Sebaschen stepped to a place beside the wall that looked like a light switch and turned on the switch. In a area in the middle of the white hall, it slowly opened to both sides.

This place is actually a lifting platform, and something covered by white cloth slowly rises under the action of this lifting platform.

Under Emilia's puzzled gaze, Sebas stepped forward and opened the curtain. It turned out to be a white piano, which was very beautiful. The moonlight shone down from the skylight above and shone on the white piano, reflecting a soft light.

"This is……"

"This is the last thing your father touched during his lifetime."

Sebas stepped forward and stroked the piano. Even though it was covered with dust for a long time, there was no dust on it. It seemed that someone would come here to clean it regularly.

Emilia was stunned, as if she had figured out something. She stared at Sebas, "If I die, Certon will bear the name of regicide, then no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to get involved in the throne again. This is your idea, right?"

Sebas did not answer, but sat on the piano chair and stroked his hands on the piano. He raised his head and stared at Emilia: "Do you want to hear the piano music written by your father during his lifetime? This should be the first time you listened to it?"

Emilia was silent. Her father, also the crown prince of Britania, died when she was three years old. Emilia was only unfamiliar with him, and even had a little complaint.

He blamed him for giving himself this troubled bloodline, but then he left himself alone and left all the trouble to himself.

"Can he write piano music?" said Emilia.

"Of course," Sebass said with a little pride: "If he was not the crown prince, he might become an absolutely shining star in the piano world."

Emilia took a deep breath, turned her head to look at the fire that soared into the sky in the distance, and then smiled sadly: "Then you play it, music can always bring light and hope to people."

Sebas smiled and pressed the piano keys.

"Clang~"

As the first note sounded, the troops led by Kerton also rushed to the stairs through all obstacles, and the two sides almost broke into fire at the moment of meeting.

The harsh roar of guns and cannons echoed in the stairs, and the painful roar of the shotgun and the blood blooming in that moment were dotted, like a gorgeous death overture.

In the white hall, the graceful and soft music is perfectly interpreted by the crisp and loud sound quality of the white piano and the exquisite piano skills of Sebass.

Emilia widened her eyes and looked at Sebas playing in the moonlight.

The music, like the sound of nature, resounded in her ears. The music seemed not to be played with her hands, but was played with her heart, and notes leaped over his hands...

The cheerful rhythm of the sonata immersed him in the music and tried to touch a beautiful and moving story with his jumping fingers.

Gradually, she entered the climax, and the originally cheerful, soft and lyrical tune suddenly seemed very excited with the smooth accompaniment of her left hand. She played calmly, slowly closed her eyes to listen to her music.

The piano's tone is simple and rich, soft as the winter sun, bright, warm and calm. It is as cold as steel balls spread on the ice, with clear grains and permeable bones.

As fierce as the roaring deep sea, it is heart-wrenching and swaying. As deep as the dark night, sound as silent, and its own bottomless power flows into the sky.

Listening to the piano piece, even though the sound of gunfire from behind the door became more and more intense, Emilia's uneasy and fear disappeared without a trace.

Just separated by one door, there is a melodious inside the door, the sound of the piano is like a complaint, and outside the door is a roar of guns, a bloody storm...

The elite level of that army was a bit beyond imagination. It seemed that each was a sharpshooter. Although the Royal Guard was equally elite, it was just a regular guard of the palace.

The truly powerful troops are now fighting against the enemy on the front line, resisting the surging monster wave, and even the most important trump card to ensure the safety of the queen has been led to the front line.

The bullets shot out of the enemy's gun chamber accurately shot a guard's head, and blood mixed with his brain flowers bloomed. The front at the stairs was completely lost and lost under the dead man.

The captain of the guard roared and wanted to rush up to block the gap, but the next second he was shot on the spot. The Royal Guard was soon destroyed by the army. Kerton slowly walked up the stairs under the soldiers' mutual sent-off.

He was wearing a royal platinum military uniform, with a ribbon and shoulder strap representing the emperor. He was tall and straight, with an eagle looking at the wolf, and had unconcealed ambitions in his eyes.

The corridor was a smooth marble slab, and leather steel-soled military boots made a thud sound when they stepped on the stone slab. The corridor was long, but also very short. As Kerton advanced, everyone gradually heard the sound of piano coming from behind the door.

But as they stood in front of this door, the sound of the piano came to an abrupt end...

The two people on one side came to Kerton, and kicked the door with expressionless expression. The terrible monster actually kicked the door open directly.
Chapter completed!