The leaves hanging on the branches drooped down, and the insects quieted down. In the vast courtyard, it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Everything happened so quickly that the nobles did not have time to react. In the blink of an eye, their supreme queen was kneeling on the thirty-first step of the Saint Contifer Palace. More than half of the Empire's supreme class fighters were dead or injured. The entire Garden of the White Rose was a mess. The imperial guards were scattered everywhere, and the Flame Family Knight was unconscious.
The descendant of Sword Saint Darius was still standing at the main entrance, unharmed. He did not even move half a step.
The Silver Queen had ruled the Empire for decades, but the nobles were not satisfied. Although the previous Emperor was powerful, he still gave the nobles some face. The queen treated the nobles like her pet dogs, and the harmony between the nobles and the royal family was long gone.
But the opponents had already left. Those present were the queen's close followers. The nobles could not accept letting a foreigner flaunt his power in the Empire, even if this person was the grandson of Sword Saint Darius.
But the problem was that no one dared to make a move. With Brando's strength, how could they oppose him?
Thus, there was an awkward silence in the room for a while.
Until the sound of a sword being sheathed broke the silence.
Brando sheathed his sword and walked slowly into the Garden of the White Rose. After he mocked the Silver Queen, he did not even look at her. He just walked straight to the stunned mountain girl.
Scarlet looked at him blankly. Her expression was blank, and it was a little funny. She seemed to be under some kind of spell and froze on the spot.
Until Brando walked to her side, he reached out and tucked the messy hair in front of her forehead behind her ear. He said to her, "Sorry, I'm late, Scarlet."
Hundreds of people watched the scene in silence.
The nobles of the Empire were speechless.
Metisha's eyes were filled with gratification and envy. The Shire and Mephistopheles smiled. Vahina bit her lower lip. Andrique looked away in boredom. Old Nidevan and the Archduke of Flower Leaf shook their heads. They did not show their emotions like the young people, but they did not know what to say.
On one hand, they had witnessed the birth of a legend, but the stepping stone was the Empire. If this had happened in Fanzin, even the two old men would have been able to talk about it for a long time.
But it happened to be in the Empire.
Delfien watched this scene with a complicated expression. Everything she knew seemed to have been completely overturned in the previous moment.
At this moment, the Prime Minister's daughter's mind was completely blank. She suddenly felt an indescribable pain in her heart, and even her fingertips turned slightly white.
She could not see her inner thoughts clearly, but the shyness on her body gradually faded. After such a long journey, she had quickly matured. When Brando brushed her hair behind her ear and felt the heat from his hand, the mountain girl trembled slightly. She silently lowered her head and leaned against the lord's warm chest.
She began to sob.
This was completely out of Brando's expectations. The mountain girl's boldness was like a sharp arrow that struck his heart, but he did not even have time to react before a deep heartache surged into his heart. He could clearly feel how thin and weak the girl was in his arms. Her shoulders trembled slightly, as if countless days and nights of uneasiness and fear that could not sleep had seeped into her heart.
The helplessness and sorrow of being at the mercy of others was so deep and heart-wrenching. Only those who had experienced it personally could understand it, and those high and mighty figures simply could not understand it.
At this moment, Brando could only think of Erouine who was burning in flames. At that time, their fates were so similar to this girl's. He and the others who had lost the support in their hearts were even more helpless than Scarlet at this moment.
Silently, he could not help but hate the Silver Queen even more in his heart.
But it was at this moment that he felt something cold and soft touch his lips. This was not a small matter. Brando widened his eyes and found that Scarlet's arms had unknowingly wrapped around his neck. She raised her head, closed her eyelashes slightly trembling, and the cute fine hair on her cheeks could be seen clearly.
Brando seemed to have been hit by a strange magic, and was completely unable to move.
Hundreds of Imperial nobles watched this scene unfold with their eyes wide open. They looked at the two young people who were kissing, and they were unable to make a single sound.
For the nobles, this was such a beautiful scene. A Knight saving the princess, perfectly in line with the pursuit of beauty and romance of the upper class of the Empire.
But what made them feel awkward was that they did not know how to face this scene. They did not even dare to look at Her Majesty, lest she see that their hearts were shaken.
"Scarlet is so brave." Metisha sighed softly.
"But even I have to admit," The Shire replied, "This is a reward that the Lord deserves, and this miracle is worth a kiss. I really can't say which one is more valuable between the two."
"Mr. The Shire, please be careful with your words." Metisha glanced at the unruly wizard.
"Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret in front of the Roman lady. But I don't think she'll care." The Shire winked.
This time, even Metisha was speechless. Her face was also red.
Old Prime Minister Nidevan did not express his opinion. He was rather old-fashioned when he was young, and the previous Emperor had taken a liking to his steadiness. However, he was still tolerant and lenient towards young people. The Archduke of Flower Leaf chuckled, as if he was reminded of his own romantic and unruly youth. He patted his daughter's shoulder lightly. "What a good lad."
"Father," Vahina snorted fiercely: "I'm running away from home."
"Running away from home again?" The Duke of Flower Leaf could not help but laugh.
The girl rolled her blue eyes. As for what she was thinking, it was hard to say.
The Silver Queen was also watching this scene.
"He's completely different from his grandfather …" At this moment, the Queen had such a strange thought in her mind. Even the depression and pain from her failure had mostly dissipated.
She knelt on the cold marble floor. The reflective floor could almost reflect her beautiful face. It was a face that was not eroded by the passage of time. In that face, she saw herself when she was a princess.
That was such a good time ….
Unfortunately, she could barely remember it.
When did things start to change?
She thought silently.
It was a dark and deep corridor. On both sides of the corridor were arched windows, and the arched windows reflected many memories of the past. She saw the wilderness of the Four Realms, the beautiful spring scenery, the sunny courtyard, herself and her sisters, her brother, and her father, the Great Emperor Grantocri.
It was like something that happened in another dream. It was hazy, like the moon in the water.
She saw countless banners, and the glory of the Empire had just begun. Her father passed the throne to her, and she passed it to her brother's first son. She saw the glorious palace, and the Empire's territory expanding in all directions under her gaze. Then, war broke out, and the Knights bravely attacked the army of the undead.
Decades later, she grew old, and her face was full of wrinkles. The Empire grew stronger day by day, and she gradually could not remember the things of her youth. However, a flame still burned in her heart.
In the end, I did not go against my father's wishes.
She stood in the darkness and saw everything that had happened in her dream. Her bare feet stepped on the cold floor and she looked at her old self. She was dressed in white and she was still young, but she was so helpless that it was as if she had been abandoned by the entire world.
Why?
Why was it like this?
She looked at her hands, which were slender and long. Decades had passed, and she did not carve a single pattern on them. However, they were so pale that they looked like ghosts.
Drip. A drop of cold liquid fell on her palm. Constance realized that she was crying.
How many years had it been since the last time she cried?
She could not remember.
The dreamscape shattered like a mirror.
The shining shards cut her skin, and blood flowed out, shining with a golden light. However, she did not feel it at all.
She finally remembered everything that happened in the distant dream.
At the end of the corridor, she saw the mysterious altar. It was exactly the same as it was 60 years ago. Even the furnishings around it had not changed at all.
She saw her 16-year-old self, the Dragon Queen Gwendolyn, and that tall and handsome figure.
The three of them fell beside the altar.
On the altar was a baby girl. Her features were picturesque, and she was so perfect that she seemed to be the masterpiece of the Creator.
"Your Highness, you can't do this!"
"Mister Darius, this is my fault. I have to take responsibility for it. Do you want to watch the whole world die with us?"
"Lady Gwendolyn, you have to stop Her Highness!"
"Gwendolyn, you are a court warlock. You are responsible for the survival of the Empire. Help me complete this ritual."
"But … Your Highness …"
"Gwendolyn, there are many princesses in the Empire, but there is only one Wohnde."
"Your Highness …"
"I have made up my mind. If I can protect the Empire, protect this land that I love deeply, it is also my greatest wish."
The Silver Queen looked at her 16-year-old self in a daze. She looked at the Silver Princess of the Empire, and tears fell from her eyes uncontrollably.
The memories became so vivid and deep. The fragments of the past that had abandoned her for decades seemed to come alive at this moment.
She finally remembered that it was the beginning of everything, and also the end of everything.
The scene in front of her began to change.
It was a scene from countless eons ago.
The meteorites that fell from the sky burned through the clouds, leaving streaks of light in the golden-red sky. Countless people were fleeing across the boundless plains.
There were still sporadic battles happening on the Elemental Frontier. Occasionally, there would be a flash of explosion, dotting the vicinity of the 'Babel' fortress.
She saw a giant dragon covering half the sky. Its wings stretched from the south of the great plains to the north, crossing the sky. Its curved neck was like a giant tower on top of the clouds.
Its entire body was emitting endless pressure.
There was a rumbling sound between the clouds, and the shining tower was falling apart.
She saw another scene.
The blood-red setting sun passed through the twelve obsidian pillars and shone into the hall. The crystal lattice network on the smooth floor shone brightly.
A group of people in robes was slowly walking into the hall.
One of them raised his head and looked around. There were a total of thirteen people around him. They wore the same robes, but different colors.
"I suggest that the Truth Symposium be activated."
A voice said.
"Agreed."
"The Truth Symposium agrees."
"The Ring of Ashes agrees."
"Agreed."
The person she saw was wearing a robe with red on the left and black on the right. There was a dark gold collar at the collar, and the robe was wrapped with an ouroboros.
Another voice said.
"The Silver Eye is in charge of recording the meeting and will not participate in the voting."
The speaker was wearing a gray robe with a silver collar. The emblem on his robe was a giant round door. A long and narrow eye grew out of the door, as if it was looking down at the world and everything.
A voice appeared in the Silver Queen's mind. The Eye of Quinin, the Silver Symposium.
The people on both sides of this person were wearing the same attire, but the emblem on the giant door was different. One was an evergreen spear, and the other was a silver scale.
"The administrator of the Gate of Arbitration is absent." One of them said.
"Then the judge will not express his opinion." Another person agreed.
"The arbitration tribunal will withdraw from the meeting." The person in charge of the Silver Eye said immediately.
"Agreed." The host of the meeting said.
"The Earth Legion appoints Odin as the plenipotentiary." The two people on the right spoke. They were wearing black robes with golden collars. The emblem was the seven stars in the ring, but the stars were different.
Two voices sounded in her mind. The Dragon of Fury, Alphonse; the Dragon of Wisdom, Crystal.
"Then —"
The next moment, the Silver Queen saw everyone looking at her.
"I, I agree," she answered automatically.
"Passed."
The host raised his hand.
"Next, we will vote by absentee —"
"Those who object, take a step forward."
There was dead silence in the hall.
"All votes."
"Plan name."
"Curved Surface."
"Serial number."
“AE973034X。”
"Code name."
"Wohnde Plan."
The voice gradually turned into a buzzing sound. She seemed to be in the middle of a busy market, participating in it personally, but also looking on coldly from the sidelines. Some of the words became clear in her ears, while others became muffled, and then intermittent.
The Silver Queen stood in the crowd blankly, as if she finally remembered that she had experienced all this herself.
That might have been countless years ago, or it might have been decades ago.
She suddenly felt a little scared and shook her head gently.
"Lady Martha …"
"No …"
"Please."
But the light in front of her still lost, and everything became pitch black.
In the darkness, there was the sound of a girl crying.
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