The Queen raised her head, and a purple light seemed to be reflected in the depths of her eyes. She replied softly, "That's why you see the descendants of the Divine People, the Gold and Silver People, handing over their authority to the mortals. On the other hand, the Tree Herders are recreating the bloodline of the Divine People. Even someone as arrogant as my father was hesitant in this plan, and he was eventually defeated by the four Sages."
"… …"
Brando finally understood what was going on, but he still could not understand this logic. In a situation where their own strength was not enough to resist external aggression, it was ridiculous to divide their limited power.
The Queen turned her head and looked at Brando. "Do you find it difficult to understand, Count Brando?"
"From the perspective of ordinary people, it is indeed so, but are the ancestors and the Sages really that ignorant? The problem is that if we choose a wrong path, the more we advance on this path, the closer we are to destruction. We cannot judge whether we are right or wrong, so when one side chooses this path, the other side has the obligation to observe and evaluate how this plan will ultimately lead us to. At the same time, they have to be prepared to stop the whole plan at any time — "
"This does sound a little ridiculous, but this ridiculousness is based on the confusion and uneasiness of our lowly selves, just because we can't see any hope."
"Think about it. Everyone is preparing for a war that is bound to be lost. We have to invest in many sides in order to carefully maintain the survival of this world. So I really envy you ignorant mortals. It is because of your ignorance that you can go on fearlessly. It is as if there will always be a sunrise tomorrow, and hope will always exist. But in reality, the sun has long been extinguished. Perhaps tomorrow, it will never rise again. "
"For those who know all this, this is a matter of despair, but they can't make it public. Just like a father and mother in a family, they have to support the family alone and protect their children. My father and my mother shoulder this responsibility, and I have been surrounded by this nightmare since the moment I was born. Count Brando, can you understand the feelings of a group of people like us? "
Her Majesty the Queen stopped, then opened her mouth again and said:
"Count Brando, I'm sorry to let you know these things. I didn't want to disturb your beautiful dream, but like I said, since you have chosen this path, you have to bear this responsibility —"
Brando let out a long sigh.
He was silent for a long time.
Until an aftershock swept through the Silent Death Sanctuary, and the ground trembled. A temple not far from here collapsed, and the sound of the building collapsing could still be heard clearly from hundreds of meters away. It was as if many descendants of Kleis had descended into this world. The sound of fighting came from the distance. It should be the Black Knight regiment of the Undead attacking the temple.
A shadow monster scuttled in from the corner. Brando reached out and grabbed its throat from dozens of meters away, crushing the monster into pieces.
Queen Madara saw this scene, and the depths of her eyes lit up. This young count was only one step away from becoming a Sage. That day on the battlefield of Finhotos, she gave him access to Tiamat, which seemed to be of great help to him.
"There is no such thing as a beautiful dream in this world. You think of mortals as too weak, Your Majesty." Brando opened his palm and replied indifferently, "I was born in a remote village in Erouine, so remote that you might not have heard of the name of this place before you planned to invade this kingdom. But before I came of age, I lived in the shadow of your army. Perhaps I was carefree when I was young, but I could feel the fear and hatred of the Undead in the eyes of the people around me."
"Ever since the Blood Staff swept through eastern Karsuk, do you know how many years the people of Erouine have succumbed to the coldness and majesty of the Mercury Staff? Ever since the War of the Black Rose, do you know how many Bucce people have been displaced and how many people have lost their families in this war? "
"For the fathers of those children, the husbands of those wives, dying in this final war is no different from dying under the butcher's knife of your army. The despair and fear in their hearts is no different."
"In those dark days, everyone had to struggle to survive. Where is their hope?"
Brando turned his head and looked at Her Majesty, "Just like the king of the mortal world, who has to be careful of a sharp blade at all times, or be killed by a cup of poisoned wine, the farmers of the mortal world have to be constantly worried about their harvest in the coming year. There are also wars and all kinds of man-made disasters. In this world where we can only survive with difficulty, who can be independent?"
"I express my regret for your experience, Your Majesty. Although I also admire Lord Odin, this does not mean that we are weak people. Yes, I am just a mortal lord. Even if in the eyes of the farmers in my territory, I may be high and mighty, but in your eyes, I may not be any different from them. Everyone is more or less arrogant and prideful, and occasionally I have such thoughts."
Brando took out a handkerchief from his pocket and unfolded it. "We don't know much. The legends of the past are as distant as myths to us. We don't know that there are people in this world who bear a lot of things and are fighting for us, like Miss Andrea and Lord Odin. They are the most noble people in this world, but —"
He handed the handkerchief to Queen Madara.
"It's no different for us. It's not as complicated as you think. It's just a war. Anyone can die in this war, including me and you. But at least I can promise you one thing. I will definitely die before you, Your Majesty. Wipe your face."
Queen Madara looked at the white handkerchief in Brando's hand and then looked up at Brando. His face was serious and serious.
"You're right. The sun may not rise tomorrow, and our world may be destroyed in the very next moment, but there's nothing to worry about. I'm prepared to fight and die for it. As long as there are no regrets, it's not as terrible as imagined, is it not?"
Queen Madara hesitated for a moment and silently took the handkerchief from his hand. But she did not move. She just clenched the handkerchief tightly.
"Well," Brando looked at the queen and replied, "I believe what you said is true. But now it is your turn to make me believe, Your Majesty."
"About my plan with White?"
"About everything."
Her Majesty frowned as Philip stood beside her. She hesitated for a while before replying, "Just like the principle I told you before, the agreement between Odin and the four sages. If there is an executor, there will naturally be an overseer, and I am that overseer."
"This plan was not born in a day. It has existed for a long time. My father, Odin, represented the will of the Truth Parliament. In fact, it was a continuation of the era of the gods. The powerful Miirna Empire ruled the world with the power of the Gold and Silver People to resist the Twilight Dragon. And the Tree Herders' plan went one step further, to recreate the gods and return to the era of the gods."
"After the outbreak of the War of the Holy Saints, because of the agreement between the gods and the gods, my father did not want to cut off the hope of the mortals. So he eventually failed. But he made a promise with the mortals and the Tree Herders, and that was the gamble a thousand years later."
"Still because of that principle?"
Queen Madara nodded. "The reason why it had to wait a thousand years was because my father wanted to give the mortals a chance to reproduce. They were too weak at that time. My father revealed part of the past and future to the four sages. After understanding Wohnde's fate, the sages agreed to this agreement. As the one who fulfilled the agreement, Eleranta chose to become the Holy Saint."
"And Gretel left his Holy Sword and brought it out of Cruz. Saint-ausol the Wind Empress turned into a Heroic Spirit." She glanced at Brando. "You received the inheritance of Saint-ausol, right? If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Count."
Brando was shocked. This was the first time someone saw through his secret, but he did not deny it. He just nodded silently.
"Fanzin should also have left something behind, but this sage of the four sages has always been a man of few words. We have no way of knowing what he left behind. I heard that in the last days of his life, he seemed to have seen something. Some people said that he left this world and went to a distant place, but I don't know if it's true. "
Hearing this, Brando understood most of it. He said, "So you and Haku already knew about the Dragon Queen's plan, but you didn't stop her. You just made some preparations outside of this plan. Is that right?"
"Yes, because I have to represent the other side of this principle. When the Dragon Queen's plan failed, I had to ensure the feasibility of another plan."
"What plan?"
"I don't know. This plan was born out of the establishment of Wohnde when he was still a mortal. Wohnde's mortal was first proposed by the Truth Symposium, but the Truth Symposium eventually split because of this. I only know its name. It's called the Wohnde Plan —"
"The Wohnde Plan …" Brando's memory fragments seemed to be floating in his mind, like sparks of fire.
"The second half of this plan was actually out of the control of the gods. Another great will took over, but it didn't leave a name. I think it might be Martha, but it could also be another god. Because this plan was carried out in secret, even its executors didn't understand what it meant. Because of this, it was placed after all the other plans. Even my parents only left a glimmer of hope for it according to the oracle."
"This glimmer of hope was the Roman, your merchant lady."
"What?!"
"So, do you understand now? It is because of the existence of that great will that the Twilight Dragon's mortal body — that is, your fiancée — was not killed. An oracle was sent down at the last moment, allowing the Truth Symposium to pass a resolution to preserve her until the generation of my father and mother."
"But why …"
"As I said, I don't know. It's only related to a promise left by Martha. Mother left a hope for all of us."
Brando raised Oderfeiss in his hand. "Is this all?"
"That's all," Madara replied: "That's why White went to the Metz region, other than to fulfill his promise to keep an eye on the Dragon Queen and the White Queen's plan, he was also looking for the legendary Orb of Darkness that was lost in the Eastern Metz region."
She looked at the handkerchief in her hand, picked it up, and gently wiped the blood on her face. "So because of the Dragon Queen's plan, she will definitely go out of the Elemental Domain. For us watchers, we will only calculate the failure of the plan, and not what will happen if it succeeds. But as for why we met you, Mr. Count, perhaps this is the hope that Lady Martha left for us —"
"Because this is our destiny —"
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