Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In the two days after arriving at Tarlund, Kassandra tried her best to learn about this mysterious kingdom that had just experienced a devastating war. For millions of years, this ancient kingdom had closed its door. Surrounded by the endless ice ocean and covered by the continental shield, Tarlund was like a mysterious world covered by a veil. Even the ancient sirens had never seen the true face of this land. As a knowledgeable deep sea witch, Kassandra was curious about everything about this continent.
Unfortunately, the former glory of this land had disappeared in history. The miracle built over millions of years had been destroyed in a few days. Now, only the devastated land and the ruins of cities were left behind. Kassandra could only restore and guess what this place used to look like from the survivors, the wreckage of the collapsed facilities, and the rare and vague images that were luckily preserved.
On the other hand, Melita had also been asking the siren and the nagas about the recent changes in the human world. After losing the Omega system, the advanced communication system that Tarlonde was proud of had been completely shut down. Melita had not heard any news from the Lolun Continent for a long time.
At the same time, the news that an exploration team from the Cecil Empire had accidentally come to Tarlonde was quickly sent from the coastal camp to the Agundor camp, which was currently the temporary "capital" of the Dragons. Until now, the Dragons had only learned about the situation in the human world for the first time. They also learned about the upcoming "international conference" on the northeast border of the Gondor wasteland.
Dragonblood Archduke Balogel had just returned to the Duchy of Tarlonde and had not had time to send the news of the Lolun Continent back to Tarlonde.
On the third day after Kassandra set foot on the land of Tarlonde, a small special team led by Helagol came to the camp on the Broken Coast.
In the camp on the Broken Coast, in the house where Melita and Noretta lived, the magic crystal lamp emitted a constant glow, illuminating the temporary residence built of recycled materials and boulders. The sea breeze outside the house whistled, rolling up gravel and hitting the alloy wall, but the cold wind was kept out of this small shelter. The house was warm, so Kassandra did not have to worry about her tail freezing in the wind.
She looked at the middle-aged man sitting in front of her with some curiosity. It was said that this was the supreme ruler of the Dragons. He still had a pair of golden vertical pupils in his human form, showing the obvious characteristics of Dragons. His face was a little serious, with deep eye sockets and a tall nose. Judging from the aesthetic standards of his human form, he could be said to be extraordinarily handsome. However, the Deep Sea Witch, who had lived for millions of years, could see a trace of exhaustion in the depths of his eyes. It was obvious that this leader was under tremendous pressure.
But there was an endless fighting spirit emanating from the leader of the Dragons. This fighting spirit completely overshadowed the tiredness caused by the pressure. This fighting spirit was reflected in Helagol's torch-like eyes and his steady and powerful voice. "My dear lady, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting here for three days. I should have come here as soon as possible, but our base camp is too busy, and I can't get away easily."
"I can understand. In this case, the survival of the people comes first." Kassandra's attitude was equally serious. Although sirens were lively by nature, as a deep-sea witch who had lived for a long time, she still knew when to be serious. "My men and I have been well taken care of by the two ladies, Melita and Noretta. The days of waiting are still very fulfilling."
"That's good." Helagol nodded and looked into Kassandra's eyes. "Then I'll get straight to the point. I heard the news you brought. It is said that … the mortal races of the Lolun Continent are trying to build a huge alliance across races and countries."
"Yes, it was first proposed by Emperor Gwen Cecil. The Typhon Empire and the Cecil Empire are the main initiators of this alliance." Kassandra nodded. "But the information I provided is only for reference. I'm just leading an exploration team. At most, I can represent North Port. I can't be an ambassador, nor can I represent the official voice of Cecil."
"I understand," Helagol said immediately. Then he thought for a moment. "So … does this alliance require the participants to be from the forces of the Lolun Continent?"
"This … as far as I know, there seems to be no such restriction. I'm afraid that Emperor Gwen never thought that there would be any outside the Lolun Continent …" Kassandra said subconsciously. Then she suddenly realized something. "Wait, you mean, the Dragons of Tarlonde are also willing to …"
"I still need to know more about this alliance," Helagol nodded. "But before that, I am personally very interested in this alliance."
Kassandra's eyes widened. At this moment, she realized that she might have a more unexpected gain from this unexpected trip.
…
In an open space in the camp, Melita Pânia saw the Red Dragon Carador, who had come here with the leader.
Behind Carador, several powerful high-grade Giant Dragon were vigilantly protecting something in the middle of the open space. It was a thing wrapped in layers of heavy fabric and strong boxes. There was no sign on its surface, and no breath could be felt inside. Obviously, in addition to ordinary protection, this thing was also protected by breath concealment. It was so eye-catching that Melita subconsciously looked at it several times before she turned her eyes back to Carador.
"I heard that you were looking for me." She looked at the Red Dragon in front of her with a curious face. "What happened?"
"There is a mission that the leader wants to give you," Carador in human form said with a serious face. "This mission may require you to leave Tarlonde temporarily."
"Leave Tarlonde? At this time? "Melita was shocked." But I'm busy here — "
"I know that the fishing ground of the Broken Coast is very important, but what you have to do is more important." Carador shook his head before Melita could finish. "Don't worry, Noretta has the ability to take care of everything here, and Agundor will also send more dragons to maintain the operation of this camp. You don't have to worry about here."
Melita saw that he was serious and immediately nodded. "Okay, I understand. What does the leader want me to do?"
"You are currently the dragon in Tarlonde who understands the human world the most, and the only one who has a personal relationship with the legendary pioneer of the Cecil Empire. We now need you to go to Cecil as the Dragons' ambassador," Carador said solemnly, and then slightly turned his body, indicating the thing behind him that was closely guarded by the Giant Dragon. "Besides, your other mission is to hand this thing to Gwen Cecil."
Melita listened in surprise. At this time, her eyes once again fell on the mysterious thing that was covered by a thick fabric, and obviously a big box inside. She could not help but ask, "I just wanted to ask … what is this thing?"
At this moment, Carador felt a dull headache. It was not easy to explain the ins and outs of the thing in the box. It was not that the truth was complicated, but the matter was really unbelievable to a certain extent. But he knew that he must explain, after all, Melita would know what he had given her sooner or later, and she had enough authority to know what it was.
"… First of all, it's a dragon egg," Carador said slowly. "Then, find something to hold on to. This dragon egg was left behind by the gods."
"Ah, I … Huh?!!"
"See, I told you to hold on to it, didn't I?"
…
With the arrival of the Month of Recovery, the first warm current melted the snow on the plains, and the extension of the sunlight also dispelled the fog that had been lingering for a long time. Oldenheim, which had been bleak in the thick fog for an entire winter, finally gradually recovered and welcomed the first ray of sunlight in this warm spring.
On both sides of the ancient Imperial Avenue, citizens who were still wearing winter clothes and had just changed into spring clothes walked on the streets. The giant sun hung high in the sky above the city, and the warm light shone on the rooftops and the crystal glass of the shop windows beside them. People talked in front of their houses or by the shop windows, talking about the winter that had just passed, the war that had already ended, or the upcoming meeting.
A black magic car with the insignia of nobles rolled on the wide and flat surface of the Imperial Avenue, moving forward steadily. Grand Duke Ferdinand Wendell sat in the magic car, and his eyes swept across the scenery on the street as the car moved forward.
The company representatives riding two-wheeled vehicles appeared on the street again, and the crisp sound of bells filled the entire street. As the wheels spun, hurried figures turned into the depths of the streets. Carefree children played on the street corners, waving old flyers and colorful cloth strips that they had picked up from somewhere. Words about the Church and the Parliament of Nobles could still be vaguely seen on the flyers. Men who went out to buy food walked by the side of the road, wearing thick coats and walking in a hurry.
The magic car drove past a section of the road and entered the next intersection, and the sound of the car horn echoed in the street.
A house by the side of the road had its doors and windows tightly shut. Pale white chrysanthemums hung on both sides of the door, swaying slightly in the wind. An old woman dressed in black sat on the steps in front of the door in a daze. She had a black blanket with the insignia of the Imperial Knight Regiment draped over her body, and she was holding a letter that came from somewhere in her hand.
A Knight Regiment officer in a military coat was pacing in the sun. When the magic car passed by, he raised his head and glanced at it. After recognizing the insignia on the car, he stopped and turned around to watch the car drive past in silence. A hideous scar extended from his forehead all the way to the bottom of his neck. At the end of the scar was a collar with a medal hanging on it.
When the car approached the Obsidian Palace, the broadcast in the city rang out. After a few short noises, there was light music. It was a melody that the musicians had specially adapted based on the palace music.
Since a month ago, this melody had been playing every day. Under this melody, some people's wounds were gradually healing, and some people's fates were fixed in the darkness. All the undercurrents and open and covert attacks were happening and coming to an end. When the melody rang out the next day, the sun would still rise and shine on the top of this City of Fog until the fog dissipated. The survivors would continue to face this world that was neither beautiful nor ugly.
The arrowtail swallows nesting inside the walls of the Obsidian Palace could not understand the joys and sorrows of the human world. They were only startled by the sudden broadcast and soared into the sky with a series of flapping sounds, flying over the arcanotech vehicles in a disorderly manner.
"Your Majesty." An attendant walked into Rosetta Augustus' study, bowed, and said, "Grand Duke Ferdinand has entered the atrium."
"Let him come here directly," Rosetta said with a nod.
After the attendant left, Mathilda, who was sitting at the desk to help with government affairs, looked at her father. "Do you need me to leave?"
"No need." Rosetta glanced at Mathilda. "You can stay here."
Mathilda nodded. After a while, Grand Duke Ferdinand Wendell, who was old but still full of vigor, came into the study.
"Your Majesty, and Your Highness." The old duke lowered his head to greet them. "Good day."
"Tell me about the situation in the city," Rosetta said casually. Compared to when he was cursed, his negative aura had obviously dissipated a lot. Although he was far from being a gentle person, the current ruler of Typhon no longer had that oppressive gloomy aura. "What did you see on your way here?"
"Oldenheim is slowly recovering, and so is the Empire." Ferdinand sat down opposite the desk. "The situation has stabilized. Those voices of doubt have disappeared, and those who were wavering are now in the right position. Our power to maintain order has weakened a lot, but the power to destroy order has weakened even more. It's just that … Parliament Street and a few of the upper streets are much more deserted now. "
"In time, that place will become lively again," Rosetta said faintly. "We only need to continue to maintain stability, let production gradually recover, and let the supply of goods and prices in other areas stabilize. After this dangerous period, everything will continue to improve."
Then, he paused and asked, "How's the situation with the Church of the God of War?"
"The Church itself is easier to deal with than expected. With the power of the God of War fading, the remaining clerics and Knight of the Holy See have all lost their power. Even though some of them still maintain their original beliefs, they still obeyed the royal family's arrangements in the end. Now, the reform committee has entered the Great Cathedral and started to count the assets and remaining members of the Church of the God of War. By the way, the numbers in the accounts are really … shocking.
"The more troublesome ones are the people. After all, the belief in the God of War has persisted in our country for a very long time, and its influence has already reached deep into all aspects of society. Although ordinary people don't have extremely high levels of piety and organizational skills like clerics, those large numbers of ordinary believers are still an unstable factor."
"That's why we need the reform committee to carry out this transition," Rosetta said. "The means of Cecil and his people are very useful. They know how to guide public opinion without intensifying the situation and make subtle changes in society. They turned the largest Church of Holy Light into an academic facility and turned the doctrine of Holy Light into a civilization convention. Although this experience may not be 100% applicable to Typhon, it at least points us in the right direction."
Ferdinand lowered his head. "It's as you say."
Rosetta then pondered for a moment and said thoughtfully, "Since we're talking about Cecil and his people … Ferdinand, is that battleship of theirs still active near the East Coast?"
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