"Delfien? Miss Delfien! "
The distant voice seemed to come from another world, faintly discernible.
The prime minister's daughter slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes were as deep and beautiful as an amethyst. The first thing she saw was the slightly dazzling sunlight passing through the shade of the trees. It was the sun after noon, and it dyed the layers of leaves in light yellow and tender green. The veins of the branches and leaves were clearly visible under the sunlight, and the dull and monotonous sound of insects echoed in the forest.
She frowned as if she was recalling something, but soon her face showed a palpitating expression. Delphine gasped softly and blinked her eyes. Then, she saw the pair of eyes that were staring at her not far away.
"My Lord."
"Are you okay?" Brando looked at Delfien, whose face was as pale as if she had just been fished out of the water. He noticed that she subconsciously curled up, and could not help but wonder if she had just woken up from a nightmare.
"Can you help me up, My Lord?"
Brando looked at her for a moment and nodded.
He reached out and held her shoulder, helping her up and sitting her on a rock. Delfien's body was almost soaked in sweat, and her face was pale as if she had just recovered from a serious illness. She only looked up and stared at the former in a daze.
Brando was a little uncomfortable under her gaze, and could not help but lower his head to avoid the latter's gaze. The first thing he saw was the girl's snow-white slender neck. The dazzling white skin was slightly translucent under the sunlight, and the capillaries below were clearly visible.
"… … Do I look good?" Delfien suddenly asked faintly.
"Ahem … …"
"I still don't understand."
"What don't you understand?" Brando was stunned.
"I don't understand what you're thinking."
"Me?"
"My Lord, don't tell me you're not moved at all?" Delfien looked into Brando's eyes, and her eyes were a little blurred: "I've been your mistress for a long time, haven't I?"
She raised her hand and stopped Brando from speaking: "I understand. My Lord is so afraid of me because I am a vicious woman, right?"
Brando frowned. He could faintly hear a hint of depression in Delfien's tone. He rarely saw the Prime Minister's daughter like this.
"No, Miss Delfien —"
"I understand. That's pity and some guilt. You want to pity me and give me alms. Because you took my body, you want to be responsible for me, right?"
Brando froze slightly.
Delfien lightly shook her head, her purple eyes revealing a deep light. "How laughable. Actually, if we were in the Empire, I would definitely not fall for a coward like you. My Lord, Elman is a thousand times more resolute and cold-blooded than you. This is why I chose him — "
Brando couldn't help but feel a little unhappy when this woman described him like this. Although he didn't care about some of her values and opinions, he was still a man after all.
Seeing Brando's expression, the Prime Minister's daughter's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise: "It seems that I have angered you, my Lord."
"No, Miss Delfien. Even if there is someone who is a thousand times colder than me, it is not worthy of my envy. In fact, it is the opposite." Brando would never admit that he was jealous before.
Delfien suddenly sighed: "Yes, it is indeed not worthy of your envy."
Brando was stunned.
"Because one by one, they have become a thing of the past. Just like me, the Empire of the past has fallen apart. What is left of everything I have pursued?"
Delfien faintly asked herself: "Perhaps the truly laughable one is a woman like me who does not know herself."
Brando saw her downcast expression and faintly felt something in his heart. He knew that what she had seen and heard these days had affected her. After all, she was just an ordinary person. Even if she was the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's family, how could her original knowledge and schemes surpass the class she represented?
It was at this moment that he suddenly realized that the most precious treasure that his two lifetimes had left him might not be the highest authority known as the 'System'. Instead, it was the vision that allowed him to not be limited by history and the present, allowing him to directly see through the future and the confusion.
Everyone in this world was bound and shackled by their own fate and what they had seen and heard, but he was already standing at the intersection of history and the future.
Because he had once witnessed the arrival of such an era with his own eyes.
That was the past, present, and future. They had no secrets in his eyes.
Thus, in the dark age, a king descended. Everything he knew, the world had no secrets in his eyes.
And perhaps this was the most important treasure that Martha had not hesitated to disturb the flow of time to pass on to the winners.
Brando could not help but unconsciously let go of his palm. There, in his palm, was a ball of light that emitted a faint green light. It shone, verdant like a dream, and the light flowed in his palm.
Delfien was attracted by the light. She looked up and stared at the ball of light in Brando's hand: "This is the Nature Pearl?"
Brando nodded.
"Lady Martha gave it to you?"
Brando nodded again. He could not help but recall the scene at that time.
After Martha softly answered all of this, the space quieted down. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Brando felt his mind in a mess. He could not speak for a long time.
The people of God were Earthlings, so as a pure Earthling, everything seemed to have a reasonable explanation.
After a while, he stammered: "So … I'm the only person who has the highest authority other than the Roman?"
Martha nodded gently.
She said softly:
"So do you understand, my child? Now you will become the only hope in this world. Until that day, Wohnde's fate will depend on your choice —"
Martha's voice was as gentle and peaceful as ever, but Brando frowned: "I don't understand, Lady Martha, I don't understand!"
"Since the Azure Age, didn't the Gods leave the world to create an era that belonged to the mortals? Amber is the holy sword that the mortals control, but if the survival of the world is still in the hands of one person, how can it be called our self-salvation? "
"If," he could not help but raise his voice: "If one day, this world no longer has such a savior, where will the mortals go? In that era, who will fight against the Twilight Dragon? If this is the future we foresee, then what's the meaning of its existence? "
"Madam Marsha, could it be that everything we did was just to return everything back to square one?"
Brando was suddenly at a loss. If this world only needed a supreme king, a savior, then what was the difference between his choice and that of the Silver Queen?
What right did he have to accuse the Silver Queen of doing everything wrong?
What was the meaning of the Darkness Dragon Odin, the four Sages, and the sacrifices of countless predecessors?
No, perhaps all of this should not be like this.
He could not help but raise his head, as if wanting to get an answer from the face of the Mother of All Things.
However, Martha just looked at him and smiled slightly.
"This is very good, my child." She suddenly raised her hands, and in her palms was a crown of light: "This is really very good. Perhaps one day, you will remember what you said today."
"Wh … at?"
Martha gently interrupted him:
"Brando, you have to understand that for this war, it has just begun. A mere Akentu is nothing. The crisis is far from over. The Twilight Dragon already understands that this is just a trap, and I have never placed the Throne of Destiny here … "
"And when it turns its attention to Wohnde, this war will truly descend. Even if its body is still sealed by the mortals' Sages, it still has thousands of claws …"
"Find the Throne of Destiny before the Twilight Dragon, use the key of destiny, and open the path to the future."
"Who will dictate the fate of mortals?" Martha's gaze was both gentle and sentimental: "Brando, it will be left to you to choose for yourselves."
"Lady … Martha?"
She had already gently lowered her hands.
"Brando, my child, perhaps one day, you will become a king."
"On that day, I will crown you in the clouds. You will bathe in the mountains, and all the voices of the world, all the people, and all the countries will call you king —"
"Your throne will be above the flame of destiny, at the peak of the ancient Sages. You will be the one and only ruler of this scepter, the master of all the worlds, and the King of Wohnde."
"When that day comes, Brando, please follow the voice in your heart. At that moment, you will understand everything."
Brando raised his head and watched as Martha gently lowered the crown, letting him feel the heavy weight of the crown.
"Remember my words, child," Martha's tone was unprecedentedly serious: "If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight."
She gently lowered her hands and looked at him one last time.
Then, the Mother of All Worlds and All Things slowly turned around and walked forward.
"Lady Martha!" Brando trembled slightly, as if he understood something.
"My child, farewell forever. From now on, the fate of the world will be tied to you — —"
Martha smiled slightly. She seemed to have walked into a white light, her figure gradually moved further and further away in the light, finally turning into scattered light spots.
Brando looked at this scene in a daze, and in that light, he seemed to see many people and things. They slowly came to his side and said goodbye to him one by one.
"Do you still remember me, Sophie? I am Crystal, we will never meet again."
"Little one, do you understand now? What is the origin blood?" The man laughed: "It is just the blood of the Dark God, what is it to you?"
He patted him on the shoulder: "Take good care of the Roman, and take responsibility as a man."
Finally, a girl with long green hair that reached her ankles came in front of him and looked at him quietly: "Sophie, I know you have forgotten the days we spent together, but do not forget the ideals and beliefs of the Truth Symposium, take good care of yourself."
"Goddess Gaia …" Brando blurted out.
But he immediately shut his mouth, and looked at the woman who suddenly stood in front of him with some surprise.
"Ma … Princess Magadal?"
"Why don't you call me Project Thirteen?" The woman who looked like the Nun Princess had an unruly smile on her face. She shook her head and replied: "But forget it, it is all in the past anyway. Besides, this project itself is just a cover-up."
"You are …" Brando suddenly reacted.
"Tell her to forget about me." The woman smiled: "I only want her to be happy."
The woman bowed to him: "Project Thirteen, I bid you farewell, Mr. Sophie."
One by one, the figures disappeared.
The space seemed to have become quiet again.
Brando looked up, only to see the light spots in the sky falling between his shoulders and hands. He subconsciously raised his hands and gathered a ball of light in his palms.
The ball of light flickered.
Verdant like a dream.
… …
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