It was now the 71st year of the San Calendar. Ten years had passed since the last war between the orcs and the humans. The collapse of the Crete Empire, which was known as the Bronze Dynasty, had caused the entire central province to be divided once again. The vast land was now without a ruler.
Eight years after the return of the Saintess to the Kingdom of God, Pope Hodap, who was not very talented, but had developed the Church of Light to its strongest state in hundreds of years, also responded to God's call and left the world. A series of internal conflicts and struggles for power, coupled with the huge losses suffered in the previous war, which resulted in the annihilation of several church legions, made the Church of Light unable to reach out to the central province.
The powerful king of Rosa d 'Oro had died on the Sumerian Plains of the Crete Empire. The Mara Kingdom only had a young queen, and the headquarters itself was full of internal conflicts. As for the other kingdoms, they were unable to send troops to the central province.
All of the great nobles in the central province had become independent, and the world had entered an era of chaos. Over the past hundreds of years, the half-orcs, who had been exiled from the slave trade, had gradually built up their own power in the central province. Some of the orc tribes that had migrated from the Red River Plains had also seen opportunities there, and the entire central province had become a mixed zone of humans, orcs, and half-orcs.
Due to the frequent wars, a variety of customs had appeared in the central province, which was different from the human and orc kingdoms. A large number of orc caravans and human caravans traded here, and the entire central province had become a buffer zone between humans and orcs. The boundary between humans and orcs had become blurred here.
Here, orcs and humans could be seen living together, half-orcs doing business on the human streets, human nobles hiring orcs as guards, and orc tribes hiring human scholars as advisors. This was something that had never been seen before.
As for the Holy Seville Empire of the orcs, just as it had signed a contract with the humans ten years ago, they no longer invaded the human kingdoms.
In the palace of Sarga City, the capital of the Holy Seville Empire, Verthandi was wearing a large blue robe, and her golden hair was bound by a crown. Outside the spacious palace, a large number of guards were standing, and inside the hall were many priests of the Faith of the Sun, who were wearing priest robes.
Behind several layers of curtains, an extremely weak woman was on the verge of death. She was a werewolf, with wine-red hair and red wolf ears. She was about forty or fifty years old, and she was the werewolf princess April. Unlike Verthandi's youthful face, her face and eyebrows had begun to wrinkle, but one could still see that she had once been a beautiful woman.
For a woman, especially a beautiful woman, aging was the most terrifying thing in the world. Especially when she watched herself grow older and older while the face of the person she loved remained unchanged. It was simply the greatest punishment for her.
This was especially true when she had given birth to Delmedi. Although the witchcraft of the pigman wizard Uruk had not caused any problems, this kind of witchcraft, which violated the rules of witchcraft, had still caused damage to her body, greatly reducing her lifespan. Uruk had also told her about this problem, but she had insisted on it.
This kind of damage to one's origin could not be cured even by the healing spells of the church and ordinary wizards. Conventional methods would not work, and April had kept this problem a secret. Now, it was too late, and April had also refused to let Verthandi go against her own beliefs to beg the wizards.
Verthandi was lying on the edge of the bed, holding April's hand. Her thin shoulders were trembling, and she looked helpless and sad. April, on the other hand, was very calm, as if she had let go of everything and been enlightened.
"Well, Verthandi, don't be sad. It's good, isn't it? I'm already more than fifty years old. Ordinary people should be at my age, entering old age, and slowly walking towards death! "
April touched Verthandi's face, as if she wanted to see her beautiful face clearly. Her fingers brushed through her dazzling golden hair, and her eyes, like those of a lion, were constantly shrinking. She looked at April in a daze, and suddenly smiled sweetly.
"Everyone will reach the end of their lives. I am afraid of growing old. A beautiful person should die while her beauty is still there. I am very happy, Verthandi!"
Verthandi finally could not hold it in any longer, and tears flowed down her cheeks. "April, thank you!
Thank you for supporting me all these years. Thank you for everything you have done for me. Thank you, thank you so much! "
Verthandi held April's hand tightly. April propped herself up, pressed her face against Verthandi's, and kissed Verthandi's lips. It was just like the time on the Amos Icefield, when Verthandi had stubbornly brought her back to the Engido Kingdom when she was seriously ill. She had kissed Verthandi in the same way.
Everything was like a cycle of reincarnation. This was the beginning and the end.
"I thank you, too. Thank God, I have fallen in love with the Son of God!"
After saying this, April seemed to lose all her strength. She loosened her grip on April's hand and fell onto the pillow.
Verthandi's head was tightly pressed against the bed, and the crown on her head fell off. Her soft golden hair was scattered, and her stubborn and majestic face suddenly became soft and weak.
At that moment, the priests of the Faith of the Sun, who were waiting outside, rang the bell, which represented going to Heaven. They chanted the eulogy from the Sun Bible, praying for April's soul to ascend to Heaven. A large number of knights who were guarding the place knelt on one knee.
At that moment, there was a commotion in the corridor outside. Hurried footsteps rushed to the door, and the door was pushed open, only to see this scene.
Delmedi was wearing armor and holding a helmet. She had just returned from the border, but she didn't expect to see this scene. In an instant, the helmet fell to the ground. She had the same golden hair as Verthandi, but it was longer, and her face was more like her mother's.
At that moment, Delmedi knelt on the ground and grabbed her hair in pain. "Why didn't you wait for me to come back? Why didn't you wait for me to come back?"
Delmedi fell into remorse, pain, and bewilderment. Suddenly, she raised her head and looked at Verthandi. "Why? Why didn't you save her?"
Verthandi said angrily, "This was your mother's choice, and how could I save her? This is the fate of mortals, everyone's fate. You and I, and everyone else, even the Saintess of the Church of Light and the Pope, can't escape this rule."
Delmedi was so excited that her beautiful face turned red. "But you are the Lion King, Will. You are the Son of God. How could there be something you can't do? How could you …"
Verthandi said weakly, "I couldn't do it, and it was her request!"
Delmedi wiped away the tears on her face and looked at Verthandi. She pulled out the long sword from her waist and pointed it at Verthandi. Immediately, a large number of guards surrounded her. Verthandi reached out to stop them and looked at Delmedi quietly.
"Lion King Will, I hate you!"
Delmedi had grown up in the legend of the Lion King Will. She had listened to the legend of the Lion King in her mother's arms with longing eyes. Since childhood, she had been proud of her identity as the heir to the throne, because she was the heir of the Lion King Will and the only heir to the Holy Seville Empire.
However, Verthandi had never recognized her as her own child. She had never felt the feelings that belonged to her from Verthandi, nor had she received any response.
The longing and resentment she had felt for Verthandi since she was a child broke out at that moment, and Delmedi slammed the door and left.
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