Before Yaluta left, he felt uneasy in his heart again.

He turned back to look at his sister Peia and the King of Lorraine Dale.

In the corridor in front, tall floor-to-ceiling arched windows are lined up. Soft sunlight shines on the ground through the glass, casting a bright mark every few meters. Through the wisps of light, dust is flying, and light and shadow are intertwined.

A deep space is formed, and the end of the corridor seems to lead to an unknown world.

And Eastover looked at him calmly, his thin face more serious than ever.

"Go, Your Highness," he said.

"But I...don't know if I can do it..." Aruta was a little scared, and he flinched because of this.

Istovel said to him: "The king of Saint Osol must make his own decision."

"...But what if I make a mistake?" Aruta asked.

"This is how we do something. We think about it carefully and repeatedly before making a decision. Once we make a decision, we have to have the courage to take responsibility for it," Eastover said: "No

People may not make mistakes, but they must not make mistakes carelessly. Have you considered this clearly, Your Highness?"

"I have thought it over carefully, Mr. Eastover. I think Brother Brand's decision is right. In this common war, we should unite more sincerely, right?"

"So you've made up your mind?"

Aruta nodded thoughtfully.

"So if you are wrong, you will be criticized for it. Are you afraid of criticism?" Eastover asked.

"No, I'm not afraid, Mr. Istovel," Yaluta said, "because I believe our starting point is correct. Even if we suffer a setback for a moment, it will not be because of the resolution itself. I will look for

I am not afraid of difficulties because I can find the root cause of the problem and correct it, because difficulties can always be overcome."

The King of Lorraine could not help but be infected by the young man's spirit. It is always better to be simple. Maybe he will encounter many things in the future and find that the world is not as simple as he thought. But as long as he has this original intention

Now, all difficulties can always be overcome.

"In that case, what do you have to worry about, Your Highness?" he asked again.

Yaruta's eyes dimmed: "But, I am your crown prince, right? Aren't you worried that Mr. Brando and I have a close relationship? Do you think that your future king will obey an outsider?"

At the mercy of others, the interests of Saint Osol were placed under the interests of other countries, so that is why such a decision was made?"

After hearing this question, Istovel burst out laughing and said, "Your Highness, the elves are by no means ungrateful people."

He looked at the human boy with even more admiration: "The fact that you can say these words today proves that you are the same person as us, and Master Fenghou's vision is indeed extraordinary."

But Aruta still doesn't quite understand what this elf lord means.

Eastover continued: "Your Highness, do you really think in your heart that Count Tonigel's choice is the right one?"

In response, Aruta nodded without hesitation.

"That's enough," Istovel replied loudly: "As long as you think it is truly right, just go ahead and do it, and the elves will be behind you as your solid backing."

After hearing this answer, Aruta was stunned.

The attitude of the King of Lorraine Dale was completely beyond his expectation.

And his sister, the hunter girl Peiya, walked up as if no one else was around. As the daughter of a mountain man, she didn't have much to say. She just silently placed the Holy Ring of the Queen of Winds in her brother's hand. Although she was taciturn, she

His soft eyes contained all the words he could say about his younger brother. It was a traditional and tenacious quality that the mountain people had adhered to for generations.

Although simple, it is beautiful.

Aruta held the holy ring, and the ring shone brightly in the darkness. The elves watched this scene, and the long team bent down one after another, like a silver wave, on both sides of the corridor, facing the future king.

As the young man watched this scene, a trickle of heat suddenly flowed through his heart. It was like a whisper whispering in his ear, the glory and belief of this Elf Kingdom for thousands of years, which was an ancient recognition.

The young man felt a little astringent at the corners of his eyes. He gently raised the back of his hand and wiped it.

He vowed that he would never let anyone down.

…

Everything has come to an end.

Veronica looked at the hands raised like a mountain forest, and the depression and disappointment in her heart became more and more permeated.

It is true that no one in this world wants to die. In the face of death, everyone is equally afraid. Especially when the blood disappears, only the instinct of survival is left. This is certainly the need for the continuation of any ethnic group. Perhaps

It's not something to be ashamed of.

But what is more terrifying than death is the loss of hope. A mortal's life is like a blink of an eye compared to the long history. To have a wife and a child, to be successful and famous are the needs of life, but when death comes, everything changes.

Return to nothingness. So for thousands of years, people seem to have been busy repeating this process over and over again, so what is the meaning of existence?

Very few people have doubts about their lives.

Because civilizations and ethnic groups composed of individuals are built on countless gravels. The gravels come and go, empires rise and fall, and history moves forward, but it leaves its mark after all. Mortal people change the world little by little.

With the future, perhaps everyone is repeating the process from life to death, but today and tomorrow are different after all. Perhaps the future and hope are the ultimate answer to this question.

However, at this moment, this answer has lost its meaning.

Feeling lost, Veronica heard a noble next to her choking: "Thank God, I can finally leave this ghost place. I am worried every day, for fear that one day I will never see my family again. As long as the elves allow us to enter, I will

Immediately take your family to move to Karolis. If the Dusk Dragon hits that place, then find a way to get to Jiufeng..."

Veronica turned around and saw the nobleman with tears on his face. She didn't know what kind of mood she was in, which prompted her to ask him: "What about Queen Nine Phoenix? Where are you going?"

The noble could not answer and was stunned for a moment.

Seeing this, Veronica shook her head, and suddenly lost interest. She separated from the crowd and walked out, wanting to leave this place. However, she caught sight of Duke Ludwig who was still sitting in his seat not far away.

People lamented that the other party stood firmly against her at first, but unexpectedly chose to abstain from voting.

Duke Ludwig sat in his seat at a loss. He tried to reach for his pocket watch several times, but his hands were shaking so much that he found nothing.

Veronica looked at this man and understood that perhaps among the two ways to be hanged, the latter chose the more cruel one to himself, and he killed his own hope.

But others may be able to walk a more dignified path as a result.

Even though Veronica wanted to say something, she found it difficult to speak when faced with Duke Ludwig, who had aged ten years in an instant. She felt her heart was filled with panic, and staying in this fortress might not be the right decision.

Choice, but where is the right choice?

Is it really true that all hope has been lost?

She could stay here and die generously.

But what about others?

In the corner of the round table, Arch Druid Hui Nu saw this scene, shook his head, stood up and left his seat.

The craftsman wizards of the Silver Alliance are also leaving. Although they have not expressed any opinions from the beginning, the wizards just discuss with each other, shaking their heads from time to time, rarely with a smile on their faces.

Only the representatives of the mountain people and highlanders were still sitting in their seats, looking at the representatives of Silver Bay on the other side as if they had nothing to do with them. These little nobles were discussing their own fate, and more importantly, Silver Bay

How should the coalition forces in the Gulf be saved?

The Faenzan people also stood up and packed up various parchment documents on the table. Behind them, the envoys from the White City countries left earlier and were walking out in groups. There was a lot of noise in the hall,

Some people were still nodding to Archdruid Gray Fury.

But at this time——

The sylphs who had been watching indifferently in the hall suddenly stood up from their seats and collectively looked towards the south door of the hall.

Veronica was about to leave, but she found that not far away, Duke Ludwig, who had been unaware of the changes around him, had a look of surprise on his face. He stood up from his position tremblingly, his eyes

Look straight behind her.

She turned around subconsciously.

Many people are also looking back...

The Buga people stopped outside the north gate, and the envoys from the Baicheng states were blocked behind them. Both of them turned to look in this direction.

The people who were still in their positions stopped what they were doing. The Faenzan people looked at their colleagues, while the representatives from Silver Bay looked at each other. The archdruid's gray and angry steps slowed down, and he turned around, somewhat

Looking this way unexpectedly.

There was a soft 'click' sound.

The south door was pushed open and made a creaking sound.

The hall became quiet for a moment, because people saw rows of elven guards wearing silver armor and wing-tip helmets pouring in from outside the door, guarding a human boy as he entered the hall.

All the wind elves in the hall subconsciously bowed at this moment.

But the person they saluted was not the human boy.

It's something that the young man holds in his hands.

That's a ring -

In full view of everyone, Aruta walked down the steps with the holy ring in hand and came to the round table where the elf representatives were. He held his head high and looked at all the nobles, large and small, in the hall, and then raised the ring.

Place it gently on the table.

On the ring, a round of Saint Osor's nine-marked holy emblem shone brightly in the dim light hanging down in the center of the hall.

"The Wind Queen's Ring!"
To be continued...