Luo Ya didn't know how long it had been since he last had this feeling.
It was the hazy feeling of being guided in his sleep, like a pilgrim who was about to meet his god. Under this guidance, his mind was numb as if it was protected, and his body's reaction seemed to be blocked.
Exhaustion was like an iceberg in the sea. Most of it was hidden under the surface of the water, leaving only an insignificant part in Luo Ya's heart.
If there was one thing that could cause him to be sluggish and slightly surprised, it would be the unprecedented environment.
The street.
It wasn't the blood-red plains of the Gulan Daer, nor was it the valley surrounded by Pei Tela's body. Instead, it was a holy white, spacious and bright imperial road that seemed to welcome a victorious king. It was purely man-made.
This was completely different from the pilgrimage of the past, which made Luo Ya's remaining thoughts jump, but this didn't affect the guidance. The black-haired boy walked on the road that seemed to emit a faint white light under the sun, and continued to move towards the towering and huge palace.
Fluttering flags, towering towers, and scarlet red carpets with golden embroidery displayed nobility and glory. Layers upon layers of majestic city gates opened, and the resplendent interior of the magnificent buildings displayed the prosperity of this magnificent place.
Luo Ya never thought that the existence he met this time would actually live in a place like the Holy Kingdom in people's fantasies. After all, the environment of the ancient gods who followed him didn't show him any traces of ancient civilization.
In a state of numbness, Luo Ya passed through a long corridor and arrived in front of a door. The black-haired boy walked to the door and stopped for the first time. His brain reflexively knew where this place was.
This was the core of the whole building, and also the place where the gods lived.
In the empty palace, no one opened the door for him, but with a rumbling sound, the gorgeous and heavy door opened naturally.
Inside the palace, a ray of light leaked out from the gap between Luo Ya's eyebrows and gradually expanded to both sides. At the same time, solemn and classical music began to sound. The top of the hall suddenly lit up, and golden powder-like powder fell down. It floated to the ground and turned into flowers with a bang.
In the middle of the golden rain and the sea of flowers, a white-haired woman sat on the throne on the high platform as if she was sleeping. She was about seventeen or eighteen years old. Her delicate skin was like white jade, but it didn't lose its color. Her vermillion lips were small and cute without makeup. Her slender body was exquisite in the tight dress, and her long eyelashes cast beautiful arc-shaped shadows on her eyelids.
Perhaps she was awakened by the music, or perhaps she sensed someone's arrival, but the woman's eyelids trembled slightly. After a moment, she slowly opened. When her bright red pupils appeared to be to be exposed, to be seen, Luo Ya suddenly woke up.
“！”
The black-haired boy's body trembled, and he carefully looked up at the high platform. The white-haired woman seemed to be in a trance, but when her red eyes met Luo Ya's gaze, her face revealed a familiar and warm smile, which surprised Luo Ya.
"Finally, we meet."
"You are …"
"My name is Altacia. I am the Queen of Witches."
“！”
The white-haired woman said and stretched out her finger, as if she was a teacher explaining the key points of knowledge. However, Luo Ya's eyes widened when he heard this sentence.
Witches, this term was no joke in Xi Ya. It was not a derogatory term used by those women who were burned to death on groundless charges in Luo Ya's previous life. It was a group of witches that did exist.
The number of witches was too small, and they did not like to live in groups, so they could not be called a race. However, in ancient times, they had a considerable status, but compared to other powerful races, they were not favored by humans.
In various existing myths, their images were basically old witches who looked like both humans and ghosts, or they did not even look human. They were regarded as the incarnation of disaster, an existence that humans could not understand. This kind of group should not have a king to speak of, and the first thing they did was to introduce themselves... When did the Gods …
"When did the Gods become so easy to talk to? Is that what you think?"
"Eh?"
Suddenly, the boy's golden pupils shrank. Altacia saw this and smiled proudly. Then, she looked at Luo Ya and stretched out her fingers to twirl her hair in confusion.
"That's too much. What's wrong with introducing yourself? You're obviously a special existence, so it's not good to look at others with prejudice."
"No, I, I just …"
"It's okay. You don't have to explain or apologize. I'm not so narrow-minded. Also, since it's Lord Hero, I forgive you."
Before Luo Ya could finish his explanation, Altacia snapped her fingers and smiled. Her scarlet eyes looked at Luo Ya, and the corners of her mouth curled up cutely. In contrast, Luo Ya was filled with confusion.
"Lord Hero?"
"That's right. The Lord Hero who freed Altacia from eternal death."
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