"Shalom!"

With a shout, Duke Shalom stopped.

This voice was extremely familiar to her.

It's both kind and far away.

The rain washed the ground, and she slowly turned around with her long, wet reddish-brown hair.

Behind her was the King Guard in silver armor.

To the darkness completely immersed in heavy rain, the silver armor was a bit too bright.

Even the bright red cloak that was hanging behind her was dim, only the silver color on her body shone.

On that young face, there were facial features and expressions similar to Shalom.

And that long reddish-brown hair.

Xiyan led the future heir of the Grand Duke, the current vanguard of the King Guard, and the eldest daughter of Grand Duke Shalom, Jima Eddington.

She lowered her chin, held the half sword in her hand beside her, and looked at Shalom coldly.

Here, the eyes of the two people passed through the people who were fighting and collided.

The noise around them was noisy, but they turned a deaf ear to their ears.

"Jimma..." Shalom said the name softly, but the sound behind it stuck in his throat and turned into trembling.

"Why?" Jima's chest was up and down, and she looked at the extremely familiar person in the distance in disbelief.

Shalom was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth and sighed with difficulty.

"Jimma. Sorry."

"sorry?!"

Jima was slightly stunned, with endless loneliness on her face and her head lowered with complex eyes.

"Jimma," Shalom looked up at his child, "I'm sorry I can't tell you this in advance because..."

"Because you don't believe me?"

Jima had a trace of resentment in her eyes, and she carried the sword through everyone and walked towards Shalom step by step.

The sound of rain drowned out her footsteps.

"Because in your mind, I will always be a good child who cannot listen to my mother, a rebellious and unreliable child, so what is so important as tonight can affect the fate of the entire kingdom, the future of Xiyan Leader, and the survival of the Aidington family, can't let me know that it is true?"

Jima twitched the corner of her mouth in pain, revealing a touch of self-deprecation, "In your heart, I am insignificant and of no value, is that true?!"

"No, it's not like this..." Shalom shook his head anxiously, "Jimma, I'm just..."

She clenched her lower lip with a slight sigh in her breath.

"Just what?" Jima stepped forward and took a step, and the distance between him and Shalom was less than ten steps.

She turned her head to look at her mother, her mouth trembling slightly.

"Because I'm the King's Guard? Do you think I'm not on your side?" Jima looked at her sadly, "so if I know what's going to happen tonight, then the whole plan will fail, is that?"

Shalom lowered his head and did not answer.

The rain wet their faces.

"But, have you ever thought that if you fail tonight..." Jima gritted her teeth and came to her, with only one sword distance between her and Shalom.

"Then the entire Xiyan Corps will be destroyed, and...and..."

Jima's hand holding the sword trembled violently, and her chest was undulating.

She swallowed the soreness in her heart and choked and said the following words-

"Is my life so insignificant to you?"

Yes, no matter who it is, he will not think that Jima has nothing to do with what happened tonight. As the future grand duke of Xiyan, how could she escape unscathed?

It was at this moment that Jima's face was cold.

Together with her body.

But I don’t know if it’s because of the frozen rain in winter or something…

"No, it's not like this, Jima, you are more important to me than my life." Shalom looked at his child in front of him with pain, "Just..."

Shalom's voice choked and turned his head in discomfort, "It's just that sometimes, some things are more important than me and you whom I value."

"So, what is that?" Jima looked at her in confusion.

There was a rumbling sound.

A flash of light flashed in the sky, illuminating the entire night sky.

It also illuminated the faces of both of them.

They all have similar and stubborn expressions.

There was softness in the eyes.

It was at this moment that Shalom looked at Jima and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"future."

"Future?" Jima looked at her in confusion.

"Yes, the future of Xiyan Leader. Your future may be the future that I am looking forward to now but cannot reach."

Jima shook her head and took a step back.

Now Shalom's face looks very much like a person.

A person who once said something similar, and she vowed to protect her life for her, and would gamble on life.

"But……"

"Jimma." Shalom amplified his voice and said softly, "You can choose now and choose to fight side by side with me..."

"No."

Jima interrupted her and took a step back.

She lowered her head, her whole body was penetrated by the heavy rain, and her eyes were staring at the stone slabs on the road.

Time has left traces on the stone slabs. Compared with these eternal desolation, what happened tonight and their lives are too short.

Jima held her left hand slightly, and the rain twisted into a line along her chin.

She suddenly burst into laughter silently.

"My mother, it would be great if your invitation and that pitifully little care could come sooner."

"Jimma..." Shalom looked at the other party with heartache, for some reason, tears flowed very quickly on his face.

It was so fast that she could no longer tell whether it was tears or heavy rain.

"From today, until the end of my life, I will use my sword as the king's sword," Jima raised the sword in her hand straight in front of her, and the silver sword body illuminated her heroic eyes.

She recited solemnly and softly, and her whole face became serious.

"With my body, as the shield of the king, and with my blood, to defend my king...I am the most loyal guard of the king, and my life and glory are with my king."

"The oath of the King's personal guard." Shalom whispered with Jima.

She had recited, kept, and remembered this vow in her heart, when she was the guard of the former king.

It was at this moment that she seemed to see herself when she was young in Jima.

"Speaking of this, you are exactly the same as me back then."

Shalom laughed happily.

Jima swung the silver sword to the right, as if she had changed her body, looking at Shalom with a cold expression.

"The sword is used to protect the most important thing, and this is what you taught me."

"Very good." Shalom smiled with relief, "So have you found the most important thing?"

"Yes."

Jima nodded solemnly.
Chapter completed!