Scene Three Hundred and Eighteen The Last Farewell
"Delphine? Miss Delphine!"
The distant voice seemed to come from another world, faintly.
The prime minister's daughter slowly opened her eyes, which were as deep and beautiful as amethyst. The first thing she saw was the slightly dazzling sunlight through the shade of the trees. It was the sunlight after noon, which illuminated the layers of leaves.
Dyeing into light yellow and tender green colors, the veins of the branches and leaves are clearly visible in the sunlight, and the dull and monotonous sound of insects echoes in the woods.
She frowned, as if remembering something, but a palpitating look soon appeared on her face. Delphine took a breath, blinked, and then saw clearly the pair of eyes not far away that were staring at her.
Eye.
"Lord Lord."
"Are you okay?" Brando looked at Delphine, who looked pale as if she had been fished out of the water, and noticed her subconscious curling up, and couldn't help but wonder if she had just woken up from some nightmare.
"Can you help me up, Lord?"
Brando looked at her for a moment and nodded.
He reached out to hold her shoulders, helped her up, and sat on a rock. Delphine's body was almost soaked with sweat, and his face was pale, looking like he was recovering from a serious illness. He only raised his head and stared blankly.
Watch the former.
Brando felt a little uncomfortable when she saw her, and couldn't help lowering his head to avoid the latter's gaze. What caught his eye was the girl's snow-white and slender neck. The dazzling white skin actually looked slightly transparent in the sun.
, the capillaries below are also clearly visible.
"Does it look good?" Delphine suddenly asked quietly.
"Ahem"
"I still don't understand."
"What don't you understand?" Brando was stunned.
"I don't understand what you're thinking."
"I?"
"Lord, don't you feel the slightest bit moved?" Delphine looked at Brando's eyes, his eyes a little blurred: "I have already been your mistress, haven't I?"
She raised her hand and stopped Brando: "I understand that the Lord is so afraid of me because he is a woman with a heart of snakes and scorpions, right?"
Brando frowned, and he faintly heard a hint of depression in Delphine's tone. He rarely saw the prime minister's daughter like this.
"No. Miss Delphine"
"I understand, that's pity, and it also carries some guilt. You want to pity me and give me charity because you have taken possession of my body, so you want to be responsible for me, right?"
Brando froze slightly.
Delphine shook his head gently, with a deep light in his purple eyes: "How ridiculous. In fact, if I were in the empire, I would never like a coward like you. Lord, Elman is more determined than you.
Thousands of times colder, that's exactly why I chose him."
Brando couldn't help but feel a little unhappy being described like this by this woman. Although he might not care about some of her values and opinions, he was still a man after all.
Seeing Brando's face, a trace of surprise flashed in the Prime Minister's eyes: "It seems that I have made you angry, Lord."
"No, Miss Delphine. Even if someone is thousands of times colder than me, that is not worthy of my envy at all. In fact, it's quite the opposite." How could Brando admit that he was actually enjoying himself before.
Delphine suddenly sighed: "Yes, that is indeed not worthy of your envy."
Brando was stunned.
"Because they have become the past one by one. Just like me, the once mighty empire has now fallen apart. Everything I pursued, what is left now?"
Delphine asked herself quietly: "Perhaps the really ridiculous thing is that I am a woman who doesn't know herself."
Brando saw that she was looking down. She felt something in her heart, knowing that what she had seen and heard these days had affected her. After all, an ordinary person could be the eldest daughter of a prime minister's family, and how could her original knowledge and intentions go beyond that?
What about the class itself that she represents?
At this moment, he suddenly realized that the most valuable asset left to him by his two life experiences may not be the highest authority called the 'system', but the one that allows him to be independent of history and the present.
Limitations, a vision that can directly see through the future and confusion.
Everyone in this world is bound and fettered by their own destiny and what they see and hear, but he has already stood at the junction of history and the future.
Because he had witnessed the coming of such an era with his own eyes.
Those are the past, present and future, and they have no secrets in his eyes.
Therefore, in the dark age, a king came. He knew everything, and in his eyes, the world had no secrets.
And perhaps this is the most important wealth that Martha does not hesitate to disrupt the flow of time and pass on to the chosen ones.
Brando couldn't help but subconsciously let go of his palm. There, in his palm, was a ball of light exuding a faint green light. It was shining, green like a dream, and the light was flowing in the palm of his hand.
Delphine was attracted by the light. She raised her head and stared at the ball of light in Brando's hand: "Is this a natural orb?"
Brando nodded.
"Ms. Martha gave it to you?"
Brando nodded again, and the scene from that time could not help but reappear in his mind:
After Martha answered all this softly, the space became quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Brando felt that his mind was in a mess, and he was speechless for a long time.
The people of God are earthlings, so as a pure earthling, it seems that everything has a reasonable explanation.
After a while, he stammered: "So I am the only person with the highest authority besides Roman?"
Martha nodded slightly.
She said softly:
"So do you understand, my child, now you will become the only hope of this world, until that day, Warnd's fate will depend on your choice."
Martha's voice seemed as soft and peaceful as ever, but Brando frowned: "I don't understand, Lord Martha, I don't understand!"
"Since the age of Azure, haven't the gods passed away to create an era for mortals? Amber is the holy sword that mortals use to control their destiny, but if the survival of the world still depends on the hands of a certain person, how can it be called
Is it our own salvation?"
"What if," he couldn't help but raise his voice: "What if one day, there is no such savior in this world. Where will the mortals go? In that era, who will fight against the Dragon of Dusk? What if this
It’s the future we foresee, so what’s the point of its existence?”
"Lord Martha, are we doing everything just to bring everything back to its original point?"
Brando suddenly felt a little confused. If what the world needs is only a supreme king and a savior, then what is the difference between his choice and that of the Silver Queen?
What qualifications does he have to accuse the Silver Queen of doing everything wrong?
The Dark Dragon Odin and the four sages. What is the significance of the sacrifices of countless sages?
No, this probably shouldn't be like this.
He couldn't help but raise his head, as if he wanted to get the answer from the face of this mother of all things.
But Martha just looked at him and smiled.
"This is very good, my child." She suddenly held up her hands, holding a crown of light in her hands: "This is really good. Maybe one day, you will remember what you said today."
"What?"
Martha interrupted him softly:
"Brando, you must understand that for this war, it has just begun. A mere Arkanto is nothing. The crisis is far from over. The Twilight Dragon already understands that this is just a trap.
And I never placed the final throne here."
"And when it turns its attention to Warend, this war will truly come. Even if its body is still sealed by mortal sages, it still has thousands of minions."
"Get ahead of the Dragon of Dusk and find the Seat of Ending. Use the key of destiny to open the way to the future."
"Who will control the fate of mortals?" Martha's eyes were gentle and sentimental: "Brando, it will be left to your own choice."
"Master Martha?"
She had gently lowered her hands.
"Brando, my child, maybe one day you will become the king."
"On that day, I will crown you in the clouds and you will bathe in the mountains and shout, and all the voices of the ages, people and nations will call you king."
"Your throne is above the fate of the flames. At the pinnacle of the ancient sages, you will be the holder of the only scepter, the master of all worlds and realms, and the king of Wond."
"When that day comes, Brando, please obey your inner voice. At that moment, you will understand everything."
Brando raised his head and watched Martha gently put down the crown, letting him feel the heavy weight of the crown.
Words, child," Martha's tone was more serious than ever before: "If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight."
She gently put down her hand and glanced at him one last time.
Then the mother of all ages and all things slowly turned around and walked forward.
"Master Martha!" Brando trembled slightly, seeming to understand something in his heart.
"My children, farewell forever. From now on, the fate of the world will be linked to you."
Martha smiled slightly, and she seemed to have walked into a white light. Her figure gradually moved away in the light, and finally turned into a scattering of light spots.
Brando stared at this scene blankly, and in the light, he seemed to see many people and things. They slowly came to him and said goodbye to him one by one.
"Do you still remember me, Sophie? I am Crystal. We will never see you again."
"Little guy, do you understand now, what is the blood of the source?" The man laughed loudly: "The blood of the Dark God, what does it mean to you?"
He patted him on the shoulder: "Take good care of Roman and act like a man."
Finally, a girl with green hair hanging down to her ankles came to him and looked at him quietly: "Sophie, I know you can't remember the days we spent together, but don't forget the Parliament of Truth.
ideals and beliefs, and take good care of yourself.”
"Goddess Gaia" Brando blurted out.
But he immediately closed his mouth and looked at the other woman who suddenly stood in front of him in shock.
"Princess Mamagdal?"
"You might as well call me Project 13," a rebellious smile appeared on the face of the woman who looked like the nun princess. She shook her head and replied, "But forget it, that's all in the past anyway.
It’s a matter of fact, and besides, the plan itself is nothing more than a cover-up.”
"You are" Brando suddenly reacted.
"Tell her to forget me," the woman smiled freely: "I just hope she can be happy."
The woman bent down and saluted him: "No. 13, I bid you farewell, Mr. Sophie."
One by one the figures disappeared.
The space seemed to become quiet again.
Brando raised his head and saw only spots of light falling all over the sky, falling between his shoulders and hands. He subconsciously held up his hands and gathered them into a ball of light in his palms.
The ball of light flickered.
Green as the light of a dream.
(To be continued.)
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