A long spear pierced straight into Cyril's chest.
Scarlet gasped for air. She gripped the spear tightly and stared at the King of the Noh Tribe as he wailed and turned into countless pieces that dissipated from the world. She turned her head around. Above the vast Extreme Plains, there was only a void left. In the distant, deep darkness, a sky-blue figure was gradually moving further and further away from her.
"Miss Ovina!"
"My Lord!"
In the darkness, the Highlander girl suddenly woke up. Soft sunlight shone into the room through the window. The thin curtains could not hide the beauty of summer. On the desk, there was a warm lily.
Scarlet suddenly realized that she had a nightmare. She sat on the bed and gently placed her hand on her chest. Everything in the past flowed gently in her heart. She looked up and looked at the Azure Spear on the side of the room peacefully.
The sound of Hipamira and Shitah fighting could be heard from the courtyard outside, accompanied by Maynild's scolding.
Outside the window, the sky was blue and clear.
The carriage slowly drove into the forest. Dilferi held the letter in her hand and silently stared in that direction until the shadow of the carriage finally disappeared.
She looked down at the letter in her hand. In her bright eyes, there was a flash of relief, and then she turned around with light steps. In the Yanbao Manor, the servants were discussing the kingdom's annual grand wedding in whispers.
"What happened after that?"
"After that, everything was fine. His Majesty, the Flame King, cut off the head of the Twilight Dragon, and the war of our time came to an end."
"What does this have to do with the princess' wedding?"
"Of course it has to do with it. Princess Fosa also participated in that war —"
"But the story I heard is different from yours. Didn't His Majesty, the Flame King, leave our world?"
"That's just a rumor from the countryside."
Dilferi smiled. She looked up at the clouds in the sky. The sea breeze blew gently, and the letter in her hand seemed to flutter.
On the letter, there was a seal of Black Pine.
…
A young man walked on the main road of Abies. He had an unshaven beard and wore a tattered straw hat. He held a blade of grass in his mouth and looked around curiously. The wide streets on both sides of Coldwood Castle had changed drastically. There were new buildings on both sides of the road — all kinds of magical workshops. Steam was roaring, and on the green belt, there were iron lampposts with the royal family's lily emblem hanging on them.
The passersby on the street had never seen such a shabbily dressed person since the Silver Year of the First Epoch. They all looked at the young man. The young man did not notice and stopped one of them and asked.
"Brother, may I ask, what year is it this year?"
"Which year?"
"I mean, how long has it been since the Year of the Sword?"
The man looked at the young man as if he was a lunatic. "This is the second era, the Year of the Summer Wild. It has been twelve years since the Year of the Sword." He patted the young man's shoulder. "Young man, don't drink too much.
Carglise did not know whether to laugh or cry.
He did not expect that it would take him twelve years to return to this world after being banished by All for One. The most important thing was that everything here was different from the Erouine he knew. The lords were gone, the kingdom had three new provinces in the Black Forest, the Royal Faction had disbanded ten years ago, and the war was over. The locals of Tónigel were actually drunkards.
He sighed softly, feeling a little melancholy in his heart.
Erouine still exists, but where are you, my lord?
He grabbed the man's arm and took out a silver coin from his pocket. "What is the date today? What is the celebration?"
Carglise pointed at the two sides of the street that were decorated with lanterns and decorations. There were also curtains with lily emblems on them. In the distance, there were even tables with beer barrels and food on them. The whole of Abies Castle was filled with a festive atmosphere.
"Don't you know, buddy? This is the wedding of Her Royal Highness —"
"The wedding of Her Royal Highness?" Carglise was shocked: "Princess Gryphine is getting married? Who is she marrying?"
"What Princess Gryphine?" The man snapped: "Her Royal Highness passed away a few years ago. Watch your mouth, young man. The one getting married is Princess Fosha."
"The Royal Highness passed away? The one getting married is Princess Fosha? "
Carglise was dumbfounded as he watched the man walk away. Who was Princess Fausha?
He walked into the central square of Abies Castle in a daze. Under the bright sunlight, he finally saw the towering statue.
Carglise stopped in his tracks.
Tears immediately flowed out of his eyes.
He finally recognized the most eye-catching statue of a Knight in the square. It was the person he revered.
His lord.
He stood under the statue in a daze until someone came to his side and stood next to him. That person also raised his head to look at the statue. After a while, the person spoke.
"It has been many years. The number of people who would stand under this statue is getting fewer and fewer."
When Carglise heard the familiar voice, he turned around abruptly.
"Mr. Retto?"
"Carglise!?"
… …
The tall arched window, bright colors, and the courtyard outside the window was as beautiful as ever. It was as if in the past ten years, this somewhat quiet study had not changed much since the year her father had passed away.
Gryphine quietly looked at the long chair under the curtains. The red cushion on the chair reflected the golden afternoon sun. Dust flew up and down in the slanted beams of sunlight. Gryphine could still remember a girl sitting on this chair, listening to the story told by Oberwei in the same quiet afternoon.
The Eldest Princess slowly blinked her eyes. She gathered her thoughts and gently closed the door before turning around to leave.
But a voice called out to her from behind.
"Sister."
Haruze, with a crown on his head, looked at his sister's slender and lonely back. After ten years, he had grown up and had the responsibility of a king. But there were still some things in his heart that he could not let go.
"Call me Princess Gryphine."
"Sister," Haruze could not help but whisper: "Send my regards to teacher."
Gryphine turned her head and looked at her brother.
Gryphine had a faint smile on her face: "Why don't you go by yourself?"
"Teacher doesn't want to see me —"
"Is that so?" Gryphine's eyes flashed with a mischievous light: "Speaking of which, I married him in your place."
"Sister —"
Haruze suddenly felt embarrassed: "Can you stop talking about Princess Fusha? I didn't do it on purpose."
"It's okay," Gryphine smiled happily: "She will be mine in the future. Naturally, she has nothing to do with you."
Haruze looked at his sister with a dumbfounded expression.
… …
The hall of Abies Castle was filled with laughter and discussion from time to time. Everyone was preparing for the upcoming wedding — Viscount Kanolan and Princess Fusha's wedding. Perhaps half a year ago, Erouine never knew where Kanolan was in this kingdom. Perhaps it was a newly cultivated land in the Black Forest. A brave Knight won the heart of the princess.
Everything was just like the legend from ten years ago.
But amidst the harmony, there were always some discordant notes. For example, there was a voice that sounded a little angry: "This account is wrong again, Amandina! Where's Felaern? Go get Felaern! "
Amandina smiled bitterly as she looked at the merchant lady with her hands on her hips and raised eyebrows in front of her: "Felaern has already gone on a trip to the plains with Mr. The Shire. They also brought Tia with them."
"Oh," The angry merchant lady knocked on her head: "I remember now, this account is managed by that fellow —"
She looked up and saw a sneaky figure going up the stairs. She immediately shouted: "Brando, stop right there!"
But there was no way Brendel would stop, and he immediately ran away.
Amandina's angry voice could be heard throughout the castle: "Brando, you're dead! Did you climb into that little female dragon's bed again yesterday?!"
"Or Scarlet? Or those two little she-wolves! "
The Highlander girl was about to go out, but when she heard this, her face immediately turned red. She opened the door and saw a certain lord winking at her from outside.
Scarlet was stunned for a moment, then silently closed the door.
"Anyway," Amandina's voice came from outside: "I'm telling you, Brando, you can sleep with anyone you want, but you can't recklessly calculate accounts. If you make such a low-level mistake again, I'll kick you out of my guild! "
In the garden, Mephistopheles was overjoyed as he listened to the commotion in the castle. He looked at his sister. Andrique looked in that direction in annoyance and replied: "A pair of dogs."
The Silver Elf Princess who was sitting at the side listened to Andrique's complaints and couldn't help but smile. She raised her head and looked at the mottled shade of the trees.
She suddenly felt an unprecedented peace in her heart.
… …
In the cemetery.
Edessa quietly looked at the quiet and lonely tombstone in the midst of the rose bushes. Her gaze was soft, as if she was recalling everything from many years ago. In that chaotic era, her soul was able to find someone to rely on. But in this era, she could only feel lonely in this world.
She stopped in front of the tombstone for a while, just like every afternoon, she would stop here. To her, in this lonely cemetery, there was a king buried in her heart.
She silently held the necklace in her hand. On the necklace, there was only a crystal pendant missing.
That was all her hope.
Edessa slowly turned around and walked out of the cemetery. At this moment, she heard an astonished cry from behind her.
"Meria!"
Edessa turned around and saw a girl who she had seen several times in the corner of the cemetery. She was dumbfounded as she looked at the young man standing in front of her. The girl's beautiful face was full of tears.
"Carglise … … You're still alive?!"
The two of them hugged each other tightly.
Seeing this, Edessa suddenly understood what had happened. She gently pressed her hand on her chest and felt a slight warmth in her heart. She looked at the flashing forest in the distance and seemed to have made a decision in her heart.
She raised her head and strode out of the cemetery.
After that, no one saw this lady in the Abies again. It was not until many years later that a beautiful legend spread in the Southern Territory of Erouine. In that legend, a nun of the Javier Silver Lily Association dedicated her life to those who were blind.
… …
In the quiet forest in the afternoon, Brando finally escaped from the Abies Castle. He held the letter in his hand and strolled alone in the sunny forest. This forest once carried many of his beautiful memories. Those memories, with the accumulation of years, became more and more mellow and unique.
He raised the letter in his hand. It was a congratulatory letter from Faena. The letter complained that he had not visited her for so long. But more than that, this mature lady described everything about the new Kirrlutz. After Prince Lenarette succeeded to the throne, the empire gained a new lease of life that had been silent for a long time, and everything gradually got on the right track. People gradually forgot the pain of the past and began to rebuild their homes on the ruins after the battlefield.
At the end of the letter, Faena once again urged him to hurry to the empire to see her.
As soon as he thought of the princess of Mehotofen, Brando could not help but smile. He put the letter in his arms and let out a long breath.
After the battle of Dusk, everything returned to its original state. Phoenix's flames were in the Nine Phoenix, and his senior sister had also traveled around the world. Occasionally, she would send him some local specialties. And the world seemed to have changed. Although there were still some monsters and remnants of the Dusk at the border of civilization, but after the death of the Dusk Dragon, everything was at least moving in the best direction.
In the hearts of the people, the Flame King had died.
But as a mortal, he managed to survive.
After losing all his power, there did not seem to be any discomfort, but Brando had always had a vague regret in his heart. He silently took out the wrinkled card from his arms. On the card, there was a painting of a lady wearing a black dress and a mask.
The card was so old that it had lost all its magic, but he looked at the piece of paper in a daze and said softly: "The king is not dead, but you went to escape alone –"
There was a rustling sound in the forest as if responding to his voice.
But suddenly, as if it was an illusion, a laughing voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Speaking ill of others behind their backs, this is not what a king should do."
Brando's hand trembled slightly, and the piece of paper fell to the ground.
He turned his head back in a daze.
Under the pale yellow and mottled sunlight, between the light and shadow, it was the rational and arrogant girl. The Prime Minister's daughter seemed to still be wearing the long dress she had worn when she left that day. She calmly looked at him, her purple eyes flashing with a light that he had not seen for a long time.
But unknowingly, those eyes were filled with tears.
Suddenly, a figure threw herself into his arms.
"I'm back, Brando."
Brando had been stunned for a long time.
He looked up, his eyes flashing with the most grateful light:
"Thank you, Tiamas —"
"To be able to meet each other is the best hope of people."
… …
(The End of the Book)
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