This long night will eventually pass, but before that, there still need to be some extra shows as a curtain call.
When Tiandis returned to the Palace of Crimesa, the night was completely dark. Standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, he could not see a single star in the sky. The city beneath his feet was crawling in the deepest darkness, like a tired giant.
The beast is silent and silent. Those lights that flicker from time to time are the last breaths it exhales, and those homeless people and beggars who are still running confused in the streets and alleys late at night will be rekindled in this body and become the inspiration for its awakening tomorrow.
Firewood.
The world is in a state of confusion, waiting for the moment of rebirth, but who will make it reborn? Perhaps many people have similar ambitions, such as the group of fanatical religious believers, or the soldiers who have fought under the King of Elves. But so far
So far, the person closest to this goal is Tiandis. She guides the direction of the behemoth of the Witch Society and has left all competitors behind and is far ahead.
However, starting today, there may be one more name in the list of competitors.
Although the young man has been resisting something based on some kind of keen instinct, Tiandis believes that he will make a choice one day. After all, many things in this world cannot be unaffected if you want to escape.
Only by facing difficulties can you get the opportunity to grow.
In the outer sanctuary, the home where the young queens were born and grew up, he will witness the truth with his companions, and then make a new choice——
If gathering the seven queens of power can open the door to the Heavenly Temple, why has the Witch Association never done so?
If he thought his mother would not approve of the witch association's plan, why didn't he step in to stop it?
If it is determined that there are only fourteen maiden queens, then what are the others?
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In the past, the young queens of order had a skeptical attitude towards these "ifs", or in other words, some of the practices of the witch association gave them preconceptions. Sometimes, even if they saw the facts, they were unwilling to let their souls fall.
Going into the abyss of darkness, always thinking that there is a way to get the best of both worlds, and that all difficulties can be solved with one's own hands. Isn't this a kind of naivety?
But if it were you, maybe you could understand the meaning of that sentence? There is an insurmountable gap between realism and idealism, so some things are not means to achieve an end, but inevitable results.
On the desk in the room, Tiandis's communication device suddenly made a beeping sound, interrupting her thoughts. The black-haired girl left the French window and connected the device's signal. A very familiar voice came from the other end.
His voice was as passionate and flamboyant as flames but was deliberately suppressed to the point of appearing low, like a volcano that had been simmering for a long time, waiting for the most intense moment of eruption: "Hey, can you hear me, Tiandis?"
"It's Favrona." Tiandis smiled: "Have you come back yet?"
"Well, I've arrived at Port Promis, and I'm expected to arrive at Lunweiting tomorrow... Let's not talk about it for now. Times and Victoria both sent me messages. I heard that your operation failed tonight? Times said
You looked down on each other, but Victoria said that you let them go on purpose. Why do I feel that this is not your style?"
"Oh? Then what kind of style do you think I should be?"
"Destroy them mercilessly." The voice on the other end of the communication device seemed so natural: "Since they are destined to be impossible to walk on the same road as us, there is no need to show mercy. Showing mercy to the enemy is an insult.
You know this better than me."
These words were said very rudely, but Tiandis knew very well that this was the character of the other party, so he didn't take it to heart. He just commented: "You are a little too radical, Favrona. Don't forget our true purpose."
:Explore the possibilities of the world.”
"That is to say, do you think they can create possibilities?"
"Yes." Tiandis said softly, but firmly: "If the realistic plan is a possibility, then the path they want to take is also a possibility."
"What path can they take?"
There was obvious doubt in Favrona's tone. This is not surprising, because she has always been the most unfriendly person among the eight witches towards her former sisters. This is not because the two sides have turned against each other. In fact, even if they stand on
In a hostile position, Favrona is also willing to respect her enemies, but the premise is that the opponent must have the tough will and belief of a warrior. In this way, the hostile position is transformed into a confrontation of will and belief, which is worthy of joy.
matter.
However, her sisters in the past, those young queens on the side of order, were precisely people without will and belief. After they learned the truth about the world, they still chose to be enemies of the Witch Association because they were hostile to someone in the association.
She is dissatisfied with these practices and means. Whether this kind of goodwill to protect the weak is right or wrong, Favrona will not comment. She just feels that if you think our path is wrong, then at least you should firmly believe which path is right.
, and continue to move forward unswervingly for this purpose.
However, when the Order Kings opposed the Witch Association's plan, they did not put forward a new plan to change the world and cure the stubborn diseases entrenched in its body. This shows that their good intentions have become weak, at least,
The kind of weakness that Favrona doesn't like.
Tiandis knew very well the reason for her doubts, so she summarized her thoughts concisely: "Just because it didn't exist before, doesn't mean it doesn't exist now."
"Does this mean they have begun to change?"
"I think so."
"Why?"
"What why?"
"Why the change?" Favrona asked: "Isn't it without reason? We didn't change when we were betrayed, and we didn't change when we gathered so many believers. Why did it suddenly change now? You have to give it to me.
A reason?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The reason...if I have to say it, it's probably because of two people."
"Two people? What kind of two people?"
"A person you were familiar with in the past, but you may not be familiar with now; a person you were not familiar with in the past, but you will definitely be familiar with it in the future."
"Why did you start playing riddles?" Favrona was a little dissatisfied: "You should know that I am not Carabosse. I have never liked this kind of thing."
"Then try to like it." Tiandis smiled and said: "Just like you have to learn to adapt to the changes in the world, you have stayed in the Eastern Continent for so long, and the Western Continent today is not what you know.
"
"It's best that way." Favrona said bitterly: "But when it comes to the Eastern Continent, I do have a few very important things that I need to explain to you."
"for example?"
"Solomon's Thirteen Hermits seems to be very active recently. He has been trying to connect the countries of the Eastern Continent to form the so-called Holy Alliance. At present, it seems that he is about to succeed. Many countries have joined this military
The Alliance wants to prevent the Axis troops from advancing further through a strong alliance. I have said long ago that that guy is a scourge, and it would be really annoying not to get rid of him."
Tiantis didn't seem to take the so-called allies to heart. He still had such a calm expression and just asked softly: "So, what about Assyria?"
"Assyria... As far as I know, Solomon once came to visit, but the leaders of Assyria did not see him. I think they are used to being conservative and are not interested in this alliance."
"Then their conservatism is somewhat reasonable."
In the dim room, the corners of Tiandis's mouth slowly curved upward in a slight arc: "Because soon, the King of Elves they have been waiting for will appear."
After the words fell, the other end of the communication device fell into a long silence.
After a long time, Tiandis ended the conversation with one sentence: "Mid-year meeting."
"Remember to be on time."
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Saint Xalia went to bed very late today because she was busy decorating the room and preparing furniture for Gloria, who was newly arrived on the island. After she finally finished her work, she found that Metien and Olvera stayed up in the middle of the night and were in the hotel lobby.
The culprit of late-night snacks was a certain traveler goblin who had just returned from the windmill tower room, so her sister's aura exploded and she severely reprimanded these three guys for their bad habits of not having regular schedules, until Medien reminded her in a low voice that they had
Half an hour passed before she came to her senses and ended this never-ending torture.
Before going to bed, I stopped by Sister Livia's room. I originally wanted to ask Linge what they talked about when they were alone, but considering that it was so late, the nun was probably already asleep.
, and she was still injured, so it was best not to disturb her easily, so she gave up the idea.
After that, she went back to her room and went to sleep. As soon as the back of her head hit the pillow, she fell asleep. This was also a technique she learned from the old Moriya wizard. It is said that the Moriyas were very good at treating insomnia through autosuggestion.
Saint Xalia just turned it into a small habit in life.
Then, she had a dream.
In her dream, in a place that seemed very far away, she saw a girl with black hair and black eyes. She had a very familiar aura about her and was looking at her with gentle and expectant eyes. The dream was not stable.
, the scene is clearly in front of you, but it gives people an indescribable feeling of ambiguity. Some places are even eaten away by holes of nothingness. Therefore, her voice also seems intermittent, as if from another world: "Really... no
Think about it again... The path we have chosen is... difficult, but it is also... correct..."
Saint Xalia heard her own answer as a bystander: "I don't know whether it is correct or not, but... sacrificing innocent people is definitely not what mother wants to see... There must be other ways to avoid...
…The kind of future you mentioned…”
But the other party said: "It was because of the mistake...my mother...made...my birth..."
The self in the dream seemed surprised: "You also call her... mother? Who are you? There should be only our fourteen young queens in this world..."
"Because..." The corners of her mouth turned upward, outlining an intriguing smile: "I am not... a descendant of twins from... this world... another world..."
The words spread as lightly as the wind. The next moment, the dream began to break. Cracks extended along the field of vision to the end, and at the same time, there was a sound like glass squeezing. Gray mist emerged from nowhere, erratic.
The ground filled the air around her, gradually covering the entire dream world in a dark and hazy ocean. Saint Xalia found that the sounds and images were moving away from her. She tried to move forward, but it was like wading in a quagmire.
, walking with difficulty. In the end, the dream completely shattered in her eyes and turned into countless fragments. The shepherd girl also realized in an instant that it was time to wake up.
Her consciousness gradually sank. Before leaving the dreamland, she vaguely saw a cold face flashing past from the depths of the gray mist. At the last moment, he cast a startling glance at her, but it was fleeting and could not be captured like mist.
Then, she woke up.
…
Opening her eyes, she saw the familiar ceiling. Saint Xalia blinked her clear golden eyes, but did not react for a while. Until the crisp sound of birdsong came from the window, and a ray of sunlight quietly climbed through the window lattice and fell.
The girl was awakened by the warm touch on her face and realized that she had returned to reality.
What a strange dream.
Do you want to talk to Ringer? Maybe he will know the meaning of the dream.
Saint Xalia thought as she lifted the quilt and slowly sat up from the bed. At this time, she was surprised to find that she was not the only one in the room. There was a person leaning against the window not far from the bed.
Sitting on the chair, she quietly stared at the floor under her feet, as if the wooden texture on it was worthy of study. And at her feet, there was a lamb with a coat as white as a cloud, sleeping soundly at this time.
, the expression on his face is very reassuring.
The little sheep always sleeps in Saint Shalia's room, usually by the window. According to it, it is to prevent some people with ulterior motives from attacking its owner at night - such as Alice. So no matter who enters the Saint
In Xia Liya's room, it would immediately sound a reminder, but there was no movement last night. Is it because she slept too soundly?
Of course, it may also be because it didn't detect the intruder at all.
"Gloria," Saint Xalia looked at the girl sitting on the chair in surprise: "Why are you here..."
The gray-haired girl slowly raised her head, and the cold expression made her react immediately. When the words came to her lips, they naturally changed to another meaning: "Wait, you... are not Gloria, you are Bai Ye?
"
"Yeah." The other party nodded expressionlessly. This performance turned Saint Xalia's suspicion into certainty, but then another doubt arose: Why did Bai Ye suddenly appear in her room? What did she want to do?
?
Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind, and she understood something instantly.
"That dream I had before," she stared straight at the cursed personality of her sister, the most difficult to contact, and asked word by word: "Did you ask me to do it?"
Bai Ye heard the words, and after being silent for a while, he slightly lowered his chin, and still gave such a short reply: "Yes."