A bunch of spears from the sky pierced straight into Cyril's chest.
Akane gasped for air. She clenched her spear tightly and watched intently as the king of the Neng clan wailed and turned into countless fragments and dissipated in the world. She turned around and saw the vast expanse of the Extreme Plains.
Above, there was only a void left, and in the distant and deep darkness, a sky-blue figure was getting farther and farther away from her.
"Miss Ovina!"
"Lord Lord!"
In the darkness, the mountain girl suddenly woke up. The soft sunlight was shining gently into the room from the window. The thin curtains could not cover the brightness of summer. On the desk, there was a
A warm lily.
Qian suddenly realized that she had a nightmare. She sat on the bed and gently put her hand on her chest. Everything in the past was flowing gently in her heart. She raised her head and looked at the side of the room with some peace.
The Azure Spear.
The sounds of Hippamilla and Star fighting could be heard far away from the courtyard outside, and the sound of Nymesis scolding could be heard.
Outside the window, the sky is blue and clear.
The carriage drove slowly into the forest branch. Delphire held the letter in his hand and silently stared in that direction until the shadow of the mail carriage finally disappeared.
She lowered her head and looked at the letter in her hand - a look of relief flashed in her bright eyes, and then she turned around briskly. In Yanbao's manor, the servants were discussing in low voices the kingdom battle.
The grand wedding of the year.
"What happens after that?"
"After that, everything will naturally be fine. His Majesty the King of Flame cuts off the head of the Dragon of Dusk with one sword. The war of our era will come to an end."
"What does this have to do with the princess's wedding?"
"Of course it has something to do with it. Princess Fusha also participated in that war——"
"But the stories I've heard are different from yours. Didn't His Majesty the King of Fire leave our world?"
"That's a rural rumor of yours."
Delphiri smiled slightly. She raised her head and stared at the clouds in the sky. The sea breeze was blowing gently, and the letter in her hand seemed to be flying.
The envelope was stamped with a black pine seal.
…
A young man was walking on the fir-collared avenue. He was unshaven, wearing a worn-out straw hat, holding grass blades in his mouth, and looking around curiously. The wide streets on both sides of Fir Castle have now changed greatly. The roads have changed a lot.
On both sides are those emerging buildings - various magic workshops, roaring steam, and on the green belt, iron lampposts are erected, with the royal family's lily emblem hanging on them.
Pedestrians on the road have never seen such a ragged and unkempt guy since the Silver Year of the First Age. They all looked at the young man and cast their eyes on the young man. The young man was unaware of it and even stopped to stop him.
One person asked:
"Brother, may I ask, what year is this?"
"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 insane: "This is the Year of Xia Ye in the Second Era. This year has been twelve years since the Year of the Sword." Then he patted the young man on the shoulder: "Young man,
Drink less alcohol, it’s not good for your health——”
Caglis couldn't laugh or cry.
He didn't expect that it would take him twelve years to return to this world after he was cast away by a space-exile spell from the All-Union Society. And the most important thing was that everything here was the same as the Elu he knew.
Because of the change - there are no more lords, the kingdom has three more provinces located in the Black Forest, the royal party was disbanded ten years ago, and the war was over, so much so that the locals in Tonigel actually themselves
He's a bad drunkard.
He sighed slightly, feeling a little melancholy in his heart.
Eruin still exists, but Lord, where are you?
He grabbed the man's arm, took out a silver coin from his pocket, put it in the other person's hand, and asked: "What day is it today and what kind of celebration is this?"
Caglis pointed to both sides of the street, which were decorated with lights and colorful curtains with lily emblems. In the square in the distance, there were tables for placing beer kegs and food. The entire fir collar was now full of flowers.
Full of festive atmosphere.
"Don't you know, man, this is the wedding of Her Royal Highness the Princess——"
"Her Royal Highness the Princess's wedding?" Caglis was surprised: "Princess Griffith is getting married, who will she marry?"
"Princess Griffiin," the man said angrily, "Her Royal Highness the eldest princess passed away from illness a few years ago. Keep your mouth shut, young man. It is Princess Fusha who is getting married."
"The eldest princess died of illness? Is it Princess Fusha who got married?"
Caglis watched that person go away in a daze, his mind still unable to react for a long time - who is Princess Fusha?
He walked into the central square of Fir Castle with some despair. Under the bright sunshine, the towering statue finally caught his sight.
Caglis suddenly stood still.
Tears instantly burst out of his eyes.
Because he finally recognized that the most eye-catching knight statue on the square was the man he admired.
His lord.
He just stood there under the statue in a daze until someone came to him, stood side by side with him, and raised his head to look at the statue. After a while, the man spoke:
"Over the years, fewer and fewer people will stop under this statue."
Caglis turned around suddenly when he heard the familiar voice.
"Mr. Leto?"
"Caglis!?"
…
The tall arched windows, bright colors, and the courtyard outside the window still have the same scenery as before. It seems that this somewhat quiet study has not changed much in the past ten years since the year her father passed away.
Griffith quietly looked at the long-backed chair under the curtain. The red velvet cushions on the chair still reflected the golden afternoon sunlight. In the slanted beams of sunlight, dust was flying up and down. She still remembers that time
There was a girl sitting on this chair, listening to the story Overwell told on that equally quiet afternoon.
Her Royal Highness the Princess blinked her eyes slowly, put away her thoughts, closed the door gently, then turned around and walked out.
But a voice called her from behind.
"elder sister."
Haruze wore a crown on her head, looking at her sister's somewhat slender and aloof back from behind. Over the past ten years, he had grown up and had the responsibilities and responsibilities of being a king. But there were some things that he could not let go of in his heart.
"Call me eldest princess."
"Sister," Haruze couldn't help but whisper, "Take me to say hello to the teacher."
Griffin turned around and looked at his younger brother with wandering eyes.
Her Royal Highness the Princess had a faint smile on her face: "Why don't you go by yourself?"
"Teacher, he doesn't want to see me -"
"Really?" Griffith's eyes flashed with a narrow light: "Speaking of which, I married him on your behalf."
"elder sister--"
Haruze suddenly felt a little worried: "Can you please stop talking about Princess Fusha? I didn't mean it."
"It doesn't matter," Princess Griffin smiled happily: "She will be me from now on, so naturally she has nothing to do with you."
Haruze looked at his sister dumbfounded.
…
From time to time, laughter and discussion came from the hall of Fir Castle, and everyone was preparing for the next wedding-the wedding of Viscount Kanolan and Princess Fusha. Although perhaps half a year ago, Eruin was still
No one has ever known where this Kanoran is in the kingdom. Perhaps it is a newly reclaimed land in the dark forest. A brave knight won the heart of the princess.
Everything is just like the legend ten years ago.
But in harmony, there are always some disharmonious notes. For example, there is a voice here that sounds like some cross eyebrows and raised eyes said angrily: "This account has been calculated wrong again, Antitina
!Where’s Fuluo, go and get Fuluo!”
The staff lady looked at the business lady with her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows in front of her with a wry smile, and replied: "Flo and Mr. Charles have already traveled to the Great Plains, and they took Tia with them."
"Oh," the angry business lady knocked on her forehead: "I remembered, that guy is in charge of this account——"
She raised her head and saw a sneaky figure walking upstairs, and immediately shouted: "Brando, stop!"
But how could Brando stop and run away immediately?
So almost the entire castle could hear the voice of the businesswoman losing her temper: "Brando, you are dead, did you climb into that little female dragon's bed again yesterday?"
"Still Akane? Still those two little she-wolves!"
The mountain girl was about to go out, but when she heard these words, a red cloud flew up on her face. She just opened the door and saw a certain lord winking at her outside the door.
Qian was stunned for a moment, then silently closed the door.
"In short," the businesswoman's voice came from outside: "I tell you, Brando, you can sleep on the bed indiscriminately, but you can't calculate the accounts indiscriminately. If you make such a low-level mistake again, I will kick you out.
Chamber of Commerce!"
In the garden, Morpheus was listening to the commotion in the castle with great joy. He looked at his sister. Andrrig looked in that direction angrily and replied: "A couple."
The little silver elf princess sitting nearby couldn't help but smile when she listened to Andrigue's complaints. She raised her head and stared at the sun-dappled shade of the trees.
Suddenly, I felt an unprecedented sense of peace in my heart.
…
Within the cemetery.
Adesha quietly stared at the quiet and somewhat lonely tombstone among the rose bushes. Her eyes were soft, as if she was recalling everything that happened many years ago. In that era that people today call troubled times.
, but her soul can find support, but in this era, it can only make her feel lonely.
She stayed in front of the tomb for a long time, just like she would stop here every afternoon. For her, buried in this lonely cemetery was a king in her heart.
She silently held the necklace in her hand. On the necklace, there was only a crystal pendant missing.
That's all she hoped for.
Adesha slowly turned around and walked out of the cemetery. At this time, she heard a surprised cry coming from behind her:
"Meria!"
Adessa turned around and saw in the corner of the cemetery, a girl she had met several times, gaping at the young man standing in front of her. Tears were streaming down her beautiful face.
"Caglis...are you still alive?!"
The two people hugged each other heavily.
Seeing this, Adessa suddenly understood what had happened. She pressed her chest gently with her hand, and felt a slight warmth in her heart. She looked at the shining forests in the distance, and seemed to have made some decision in her heart.
She raised her head and strode out of the cemetery.
After that, people never saw this lady in Firland again. It was not until many years later that a beautiful legend spread in the southern border of Eruin. In that legend, a nun from the Havel Silver Lily Order,
She dedicated her life to serving those who are blind.
…
In the quiet woods in the afternoon, Brando finally escaped from Fir Castle. He held the letter in his hand and walked alone in the sunny woodland. This woodland once held many beautiful memories for him.
Those memories, with the accumulation of years, become more mellow and unique.
He raised the letter in his hand. It was a letter of congratulations written by Faina to him. The letter complained that he hadn't seen her for so long. But more importantly, this mature lady described the new Cruz.
After Prince Lenaret succeeded to the throne, the empire gained a new life that had been silent for a long time. Everything gradually got on the right track. People gradually forgot the pain of the past and began to rebuild themselves on the ruins after the battlefield.
's home.
At the end of the letter, Faina once again urged him to quickly go to the empire to see her.
Brando couldn't help but smile when he thought of the princess of Mehotofen. He took the letter into his arms and let out a sigh of relief.
After the battle at dusk, everything returned to its original state. Huanghuo was in Jiufeng, and his senior sister also traveled around the world, occasionally sending him some local specialties. But the world seemed to have changed. Although in civilization
On the border of Supreme, there are still some monsters and the remnants of the dusk causing trouble, but after the passing of the dusk dragon, everything for everyone is at least moving in the best direction.
In the hearts of the world, the King of Fire died.
But as a mortal, he survived.
After losing all his power, there seemed to be no 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 drawing of
A lady wearing a long black dress and a mask.
The card was so old that it had lost all its magic power, but he stared at the piece of paper blankly and said softly: "The king is not dead, but you escaped alone -"
There was a rustle in the woods, as if responding to his voice.
But suddenly, as if it was an illusion, a smiling voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Speaking ill of others behind their backs is not what a king should do."
Brando's hand shook slightly, and the piece of paper fell down.
He turned around blankly.
Under the light yellow and mottled sunshine, between the light and shadow, it was the sensible, yet proud girl, the prime minister's daughter, who seemed to still be wearing the long dress she left that day, watching him calmly, that
His purple eyes were as usual, but there was a light that had been missing for a long time.
But I don't know when, those eyes were filled with tears.
Suddenly, a figure fell heavily into his arms.
"I'm back, Brando."
Brando had already stood on the spot stunned.
He raised his head, his eyes flashing with the most grateful light:
"Thank you, Tiamas—"
"Being able to meet each other is people's best hope."
