Levin? Ornason suddenly fell silent.
He felt a trickle of warmth flowing in his heart. He suddenly took his little maid's hand and held it tightly.
"I will see the long darkness, Edessa. In this way, you can always be by my side and be my eyes."
"Your Highness …"
At this moment, the carriage was filled with silent warmth, as well as plans and hopes for the future. But good times were always so short. Suddenly, the carriage stopped.
"Your Highness, there's a small accident ahead." The voice of the captain of the Knight came from outside the carriage.
"What's wrong?"
"It seems that a noble gentleman's carriage has broken down. Shall we stop and wait for them to deal with it first?"
Levin? A trace of uneasiness suddenly flashed in Ornason's heart.
"No, don't stop, captain of the Knight, let the convoy move on-"
"Yes, Your Highness."
In the darkness, the knight's voice suddenly turned into a sharp howl. Then, the king's eldest son felt the entire carriage shake violently, as if the world had turned upside down. In the chaos, he heard the screams of the people, the panicked shouts of Edessa, the angry roars of the soldiers, and the clashing of weapons.
But these sounds seemed to be gradually fading away. Levin? Ornason felt a stabbing pain in his chest, and a burning sensation spread in an instant.
In the end, only Edessa's panicked and low cries were left in his ears.
In the darkness, he groped weakly in that direction and reached out to hold his maid's hand, "Hold my hand, Edessa, I'm so uncomfortable that I can't breathe …"
"Your Highness, I'm here, Edessa is here." Edessa cried out in panic.
Levin suddenly smiled.
He actually felt a ray of light in the darkness. In the flickering shadows, he saw Edessa's face full of blood.
His mother did not lie to him, Edessa was beautiful.
He opened his palm and stuffed a cold thing into the maid's palm.
"… Be my eyes, Edessa, take a good look at the world for me, and Erouine's future …"
"Your Highness —!"
Edessa's screams gradually faded away from him.
The whole world seemed to be leaving him. In the darkness, he seemed to see many things. His father, Erouine, the cowardly king, and his mother, the woman who played tricks behind his back.
Then everything in the past, but they all gradually disappeared.
He seemed to have seen an Erouine that he had never seen before. That kingdom was sinking in darkness and burning in flames. Living beings were crying and struggling in pain. Everything was destroyed, whether it was hope or the road ahead.
The last prince of House Seifer felt a faint sense of loss. He felt as if he had missed a line of fate that didn't exist.
Several hundred meters in the air, two pairs of silver eyes were coldly watching this scene.
"I've heard that this prince has a good reputation, but it's a pity that fate makes fools of people. The beginning of a tragedy always ends in a tragedy. He was never going to be able to obtain the coveted throne," a voice said.
"The tragedy of mortals," another voice replied, "those ephemeral things are things that can only be looked at but not reached. This is the greatest tragedy of those who cannot control their own fate, and that is why he died"
On the road from Ampere Seale to Pelican Fort.
The Knight was in a mess, tangling with the pagans who had suddenly appeared. The inconspicuous carriage in the middle of the convoy was overturned on the ground, burning fiercely.
This scene was like a farce. From the beginning to the end, it was filled with a dark sense of humor, but to different people, it had different meanings.
But no matter what, from this day onwards, Erouine's history was forever changed.
…
Duke Viero sat down in his chair, a little tired.
Not long ago he had seen off the last group of guests, and these days he had to deal with all kinds of people, some of whom he knew, some of whom he did not, some of whom he did not know, some of whom he was harmless, and some of whom he shuddered at the mere sight of them.
Fortunately, it was all over.
He felt a deep sense of powerlessness surging from the depths of his heart. It was a state of entanglement of exhaustion, uneasiness, and nervousness, as if it was a viscous liquid that wrapped around him, making it difficult for him to breathe.
He regretted the moment he made the decision, but a deep sense of fear made him unable to stop. He could only complete the deal that made him feel uneasy mechanically.
He confirmed it again and again, and the voice in the crystal ball reassured him again and again. Finally, on this day, everything was ready, but he felt a sense of emptiness.
"Have I really gone against them?"
"Will everything really go according to plan?"
"Will those people really abide by the agreement?"
The duke closed his eyes in pain, rubbing each of his fingers into his silver hair.
At the border of Vallenden, the soldiers guarding the area were vigilantly watching the gray-robed men of unknown origins board the carriage, holding the invitation letter from the Gorse Castle. They passed through the border between Viero and the Deadly Tundra and entered Lantonilan's territory.
One of the gray-robed mages turned around before boarding the carriage, lifting his hood with his hand. His silver eyes stared in Bernicel's direction and smiled coldly.
There was a grand banquet going on there.
Eke stood beside his wife, watching her gently holding his daughter — the baby girl, the future of the Ophelia family. The first cry of this new life seemed to announce the end of the past and the hope of the future.
The two snuggled up to each other, feeling each other's warmth. They stood on the balcony of the Count's mansion, watching the people coming and going at the grand banquet below. It was a grand banquet rarely seen in Lantonilan. People had started preparing for it a month ago. Wine and food were brought in from Bernicel's manor outside. The streets were covered with curtains and ribbons with the Ophelia coat of arms, and the flagstones were sprinkled with flower petals.
From Grinoires, Viero, Karsuk, and even Arreck to Ampere Seale in the north. Even the Holy Cathedral of Fire and Her Royal Highness sent envoys to congratulate the princess. The locals also gathered to celebrate and celebrate their little princess. When night fell, the festive atmosphere did not dissipate. The lights were lit up, embellishing the city in the forest even brighter and more resplendent.
A rare night market appeared on the streets, something that had almost never happened since the Year of Frost. Entertainers performed under the light of the bonfires, and the crowd cheered. Every hotel was brightly lit, and the lights were like a river, converging towards the Count's mansion in the middle of the town.
Everyone who came to participate in the banquet had a warm smile on their faces. Even the fatigue and scars of the past were ironed out by the arrival of a new life.
The people seemed to be looking forward to Aouine's beautiful future.
"Uncle Makarov said he'll be here soon. He'll give our daughter his blessings."
Eke lowered his head and whispered into his wife's ear with tenderness.
Yura smiled gently: "You're troubling him again, Eke."
"If I didn't call him here, this sly fox of the kingdom would've fought us. He said he'd educate our daughter himself, so she won't be as weak as me in the future."
"You're not weak at all," Yura looked up and replied. Even though she could not see, she could still see her husband's face: "You're a real man, Eke."
Eke smiled silently.
In the crowd below, Haruz looked at the little girl in front of him who was about the same age as him with some surprise.
She was a beautiful, porcelain doll-like, somewhat arrogant little girl. She had a pair of bright eyes, light purple hair, and wore a doll-like dress. She tilted her head and looked at the future king of Erouine.
"Do you eat such a sumptuous meal every time? You're so rich."
"It's you!" Haruz almost shouted.
"My name is Mikaya. Last time in Shallow Water Town, thank you for your hospitality, but I really don't have much money. You won't ask me to treat you back, will you?" As the little girl spoke, she took out her empty little pocket, as if to prove her words.
"You, why are you here?"
"Because I'm a local. Isn't that obvious?"
Haruz looked back for the others, but Miss Lysmeka was nowhere to be seen. She probably went shopping with her dark elf companions, and Shitah probably went somewhere to steal food.
Only then did he turn back. "So … have you found your family?"
The little girl wrinkled her nose cutely. "Probably."
"Probably?"
"It means something like that." She was suddenly a little impatient, and her tone was not at all as cute as it was the last time they met. "Do you always have so many questions? You're condescending, and it feels like you're ordering me around."
"Do I?" Haruz asked a little guiltily.
The girl nodded, and she suddenly grabbed the little prince's hand. "Come with me."
"Wait, wait!" Haruz felt as if he had been hit by something all of a sudden, and he was so nervous that his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest. He subconsciously felt that he should stay at the banquet and wait for the others to come back and join him, but involuntarily, his steps were light as a feather as he followed the little girl out.
"Where are we going?" He asked uneasily when he saw the little girl pulling him further and further away.
"To save your life, of course."
"What?"
Before he finished speaking, a loud noise suddenly came from the count's mansion behind him, and the vibration sent both of them flying, rolling a few times before they fell to the ground.
When Haruz looked up in a daze, he only saw flames soaring into the sky in that direction. Amid the smoke, screams of the guests could be heard.
Something happened!
Haruz's heart quivered, and he immediately realized what had happened.
… …
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