——"Do you have the confidence to put on my dress again?"

Princess Navarra asked with her head down. Her eyes were swollen, her lips were pursed tightly, and one hand pinched the wrist of the other, as if she was making great determination.

The Count of Ile de France knew what Princess Navarre meant. He turned his sight and acted as a gesture to take another sip of tea.

"I'm actually quite skilled in helping women wear dresses." He looked at the tea bowl in his hand and replied, "I often wear Mary's dresses. Of course, it's the same with wiping the back. Mary and I often take a shower together, and we have never changed since we were young."

Princess Navarra was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect that the Earl of Ile de France would mention another woman at this time.

"Mary? Are you talking about your sister?"

"It's my sister," replied the Count of Ile-de-France, "and my daughter."

Princess Navarra was stunned: "I have heard such rumors... I didn't expect it to be true. So, is Mary the daughter of you and your mother...?"

The Count of Ile-de-France did not answer the question directly. His eyes were staring at the empty tea bowl in his hand.

"Carl Caroling, that is the ancestor of our family. He is one of the greatest conquerors in the world, and has rebuilt a new empire on the ruins of the western part of the Seven Hills Empire. He possesses extremely powerful power, and his magic power is the best in two hundred years. His blood, just splashed on his face, is enough to make others surrender. As his relatives, members of Carolinge have branches and leaves in the Almani Federation. Everyone is proud to be a member of the Carolinge clan. Those who inherit his bloodline also inherit his power. Depending on the distance of the blood relationship, the people of the Carolinge clan have different levels of magic power that controls people's hearts."

"And the most precious legacy he left behind was not his bloodline, but a sword called "Juwaus". The Carolingian clan is now divided and fighting each other, but if anyone can exert the power of this sword, it can make all those with Carolingian bloodline surrender, and at the same time, it can also make all those who have surrendered to the descendants of Carolingians."

"And this is the beginning of sin."

"My family is the main branch of the Carolingian clan. Although it is the main branch, it has lost its power struggles in generations. By the time of my grandfather's generation, there was only one baron leader left in the territory we controlled. But our family's goal has never changed in two hundred years - that is, to integrate the Almani Federation, rebuild the Carl empire, and regain our due status."

"In such a big gap, our only way out is to be recognized by Kuwaus. For this reason, we must purify our blood and remove all the impurities from other families from our blood vessels!"

"I only knew about this when I was an adult. My father had long passed away. On that day, my relatives pointed at me with swords and forced me to climb onto my mother's bed. They watched the whole time around to make sure that what my mother had in her belly was indeed descendants of the Carolingian clan."

A huge lightning suddenly passed through the air, illuminating the room pale.

"And from the birth of that child, her fate has been decided. Mary Caroling, my sister, my daughter, and at the same time, is also destined to be my only wife."

He acted as a gesture to take another sip of tea, although the tea bowl was already empty.

"Now, do you think I can put on my dress again for you?"

Princess Navarra felt dry and didn't know how to answer.

"Can't there be any change?" she asked.

"My family will not agree. Even if I don't marry Mary, Mary will be married to other people named "Calorin," and may not even marry... because they only need Mary to give birth to Carolin's descendants."

"Just protect her, right? Can't you protect her?"

The Earl of France shook his head, and a sense of resentment appeared in his eyes:

"Mary has been able to use Juvayus. Our family now lacks a male heir. It is only one step away from achieving the goal. Do you want me to give up now? In that case, how can I be worthy of my mother's efforts? You know, she is also a member of Caroling."

Speaking of this, the Count of Ile-de-France suddenly smiled bitterly again:

"Do you know? 'Carl. Carolin', the name is actually wrong. Because Carol does not have the surname Carolin, Carolin is Carolin. The surname Carolin originated from him, and its meaning is 'Carl'. My name is Carolin, and my surname is Carolin, and there is no other name except Carolin. Therefore, my name can also be written as 'Carl. Carolin'."

At this moment, a mess of running sounds came from the street. The Earl of Ile de France frowned and walked to the window. He took a look and immediately turned his body to the wall.

"Don't make a sound, it's the Duke of Brittany's soldiers." He reminded Princess Navarra, "Duke of Brittany has given up on searching? If so, then the trouble will be great."

Princess Navarra doesn't understand: "Give up searching? Isn't that a good thing?"

"On the contrary, the more we step up the search outside the city, the more empty the defenses in the city will be. Once we give up the search, all the soldiers will return to the city, and it will be difficult for us to leave here again."

While speaking, the sound of running outside the window had stopped. At the same time, knocking and shouting from the soldiers came from not far away: "Open the door! Open the door quickly!"

"It doesn't seem to be great," said the Count of Ile-de-France. "My plan has been seen through."

The soldiers' death-like shouts made Princess Navarra feel the critical situation. She asked quickly: "How many people have you brought?"

"Thirty-six people."

"Only thirty-six people?"

"We have left the city, and now we are the only ones who stay in the city, and I are the two of us."

"Then we..."

Princess Navarra felt at a loss and hesitated for a long time, but she didn't think about what words should be added to "then we" afterwards.

The Count of Ile-de-France shook his head: "It seems that it is too late to wear the dress, so you can change to a casual outfit first."

Princess Navarra nodded in a hurry. At this critical moment, she knew that she could only obediently obediently to the arrangements of the Count of Isle of France to be able to live. The Count of Isle of France prepared a lot of clothes for her, and she did not dare to pick on them. She took a set casually and ran to the back of the white cloth.

The knocking sound was getting closer and closer. Princess Navarra hurriedly put her clothes on her body, and ran out without even tidying up.

"What then?" She looked at the Earl of France with eyes, who was sitting on the table, knocking his fingers on the table, looking worried.

"Come and have some snacks," he said. "These crispy cakes are almost cold."

This sentence surprised Princess Navara - you know, the knock on the door had already arrived next to them. She couldn't help but shout: "Eat snack? Now is the time!"

The Count of Ile-de-France stopped and knocked on the table.
Chapter completed!