When the last winged misbegotten fell to the ground dead, Edgar and his soldiers finally regained their position at the head of Castle Morne. The soldiers, long suppressed on the ground, couldn't help but raise their hands and cheer.
The Lost Knights Oleg and Ingvall had recently vanished, and it seemed Lhutel the Headless Knight must have returned to the Spirit Calling Bell just like them.
Nidhogg put away his greatsword and turned to Lord Edgar. All the Godrick's soldiers and infantry along the way greeted him with respect. No one dared to ignore the man who appeared to be a powerful warrior.
"Thank you for your help. If it weren't for you, Castle Morne would have been completely lost."
Edgar shrewdly did not mention the greatsword in Nidhogg's hand.
In his opinion, such a heroic figure should be armed with a greatsword. Since Nidhogg had already used it, there was no need to be stingy about taking it back.
"I wonder, are you the reinforcements sent by Lord Godrick?"
The first thing Edgar thought of was the men he had sent to Stormveil Castle, who had finally returned with Lord Godrick's reinforcements.
But Nidhogg shook his head, rejecting his speculation. He clumsily searched for the familiar handkerchief from his hand and said, "I couldn't bear to see Miss Irina sad, so I specially delivered a letter for her to you."
Edgar took the handkerchief and quickly recognized it as his daughter's. He saw the bloodstains on the edge of the handkerchief and couldn't help but pale. But fortunately, when he unfolded the handkerchief, he didn't see a single drop of blood on the letter.
Although Irina was born blind, she had practiced beautiful handwriting. The ink lines written on the handkerchief were clearly hers, and her writing habits were indeed in her daughter's style.
The blood stained on the handkerchief had been smeared on it when the blind Irina had tripped and scraped herself, but she herself was fine.
In the handkerchief letter, Irina persuaded Edgar to retreat from Castle Morne and go with her to a safe place.
Edgar sighed, folded the handkerchief, shook his head, and said, "My duty as city lord is to hold Castle Morne. How can I leave my post without permission? Alas... May I ask where you met Irina?"
Then Nidhogg told him about meeting Irina one after another, which made Edgar tremble.
"Those servants left Irina alone..." Edgar was furious, then suppressed his anger and said, "You said she is now in Castle Morne? This... Castle Morne is not very safe at the moment..."
"Don't worry," Nidhogg said. "I have two friends guarding her. I have also cleared the winged misbegotten and the Mad Pumpkin Head from the atrium on the second level. Now, when we go down, we can see them and ensure everything is fine."
Edgar was momentarily surprised and said, "You even dealt with the Mad Pumpkin Head... Yes, whether it was the golem or the winged misbegotten, they were no match for you. The Mad Pumpkin Head, naturally, would also be no problem."
"I want to thank you again for your kindness to Castle Morne, my soldiers, me, and Irina. As a father, I am truly ashamed of Irina, and also for not being careful enough, causing her to be in danger."
"Please, take me to Irina. Regardless, she must be very eager to know about me now."
Nidhogg naturally agreed.
After a while, Nidhogg led Edgar and the surviving soldiers back the same way. Along the way, they encountered several winged misbegotten, giant rats, and living corpse piles resembling meatballs lurking in ambush in corners.
When some soldiers saw the giant rats gnawing on the bodies of their comrades and the living corpse piles defiling the corpses, they couldn't help but curse:
"These cursed, dirty, ugly creatures took advantage of this attempt to get into Castle Morne and are flooding everywhere!"
Edgar didn't intend to interfere with these minor matters at this time. He followed Nidhogg to the second level of Castle Morne until he saw Irina standing unharmed in the distance. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Irina!" Edgar hastily ran to his daughter, nodded to Azan and Serpico, who were guarding her, then grabbed her shoulders and said nervously, "Why are you here? This is too dangerous!"
Irina heard her father's voice. For a moment, after many days of fear, the heavy stone in her heart finally fell. She couldn't help but tear up, soaking the tangled cloth strips covering her eyes.
Seeing his daughter pitiful, how could he complain and blame? He hastily hugged his daughter tightly and gently comforted her.
When Azan and Serpico saw the scene of the father and daughter reuniting, they looked at each other and felt relieved that they had done the right thing in this good deed.
At this moment, Nidhogg approached and explained, "I was afraid that if she stayed outside and encountered a winged misbegotten or something, ordinary people wouldn't be able to protect her. So I could only bring her along and gather together."
"So that's how it is." Edgar quickly understood Nidhogg's concerns. He nodded and said, "You're right. It's too dangerous. You are considerate, unlike me, her father. Alas..."
Irina stopped sobbing and said, "No, no. I know, Father, you are for the soldiers and residents of Castle Morne. I understand your choice. But I was too afraid you would get hurt..."
"Fortunately, I met Nidhogg, Mr. Azan, and Mr. Serpico. It was their three great heroes who took the trouble to escort me here, allowing me to see you again."
Hearing this, Edgar, holding Irina, and the soldiers once again solemnly thanked Nidhogg and the others.
"Although I very much want to stay with my daughter, my duties as city lord are not yet over," Edgar said. "There are still many winged misbegotten in Castle Morne that urgently need to be eliminated."
"Besides, I must retrieve the priceless treasure of Castle Morne. I must not let that Lion Misbegotten defile it."
Azan, leaning on his double-headed iron rod, couldn't help but ask curiously, "What is the priceless treasure of Castle Morne?"
"The Grafted Blade Greatsword," Edgar did not hide it. "It is a greatsword forged from a fallen hero, who gathered the weapons of his clan's fallen warriors. It is filled with their vengeful, wrathful faith."
"The one who wields it should be that same hero. It must not fall into the hands of the cruel Lion Misbegotten and be used to wreak havoc on the world."
The more Edgar spoke, the more indignant he became.
"I see," Azan nodded repeatedly and said, "So it's a sword like that. It really needs to be retrieved."
Irina said anxiously, "Father, the Lion Misbegotten is the instigator of this rebellion, right? He is probably much more powerful than these winged misbegotten. Do you really have to go?"
As a daughter, she was very afraid that her father might get hurt or even face a life-threatening situation.
"I..." Edgar hesitated for a moment and sighed. "It's not that the Grafted Blade Greatsword can't leave Castle Morne. If it were in the hands of a hero, I wouldn't say a word. But it's in the hands of the Lion Misbegotten..."
"If that's the case..." Nidhogg said, "Lord Edgar, why don't I retrieve the Grafted Blade Greatsword? But before that, I need you to promise me something."
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