"Delphine? Miss Delphine!"
The distant voice seemed to be coming from another world, faintly.
The prime minister's daughter slowly opened her eyes, her eyes 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 sun after noon. It dyed the layers of the leaves into light yellow and green. The veins of the branches and leaves were clearly visible in the sun and reverberated in the woods. With a dull and monotonous sound of insects.
She frowned, as if she was reminiscing, but her face quickly showed palpitations. Delphine took a breath and blinked, then he could see the eyes that were watching him not far away.
"Lord Lord."
"Are you okay?" Brando looked at Delphine, who was pale as if he was fished out of the water, and noticed her subconsciously curling up, and couldn't help wondering if she just woke up from a nightmare.
"Can you help me up for a while, Lord Lord."
Brando stared at her for a moment and nodded.
He reached out to support her shoulders, helped her up, and leaned on a rock. Almost all Delphine was soaked in sweat, his face was pale, and he looked like he was recovering from a serious illness. He only raised his head and stared at the former in a daze.
Brando was a little uncomfortable by her, and she couldn't help but lower her head to avoid the latter's gaze, but the place where she caught the eye happened to be the girl's snow-white slender neck, and the dazzling white skin seemed a little transparent in the sun. , The capillaries below are also clearly visible.
"... Is it good-looking?" Delphine asked suddenly and quietly.
"Ahem..."
"I still don't understand."
"What don't you understand?" Brando was taken aback.
"I don't understand what you think."
"I?"
"Lord Lord, isn't there any heartbeat?" Delphine looked into Brando's eyes, his eyes blurred: "I am already your mistress, am I?"
She raised her hand and stopped Brando from speaking: "I understand that Lord Lord is so afraid of me because this is a feminine woman, right?"
Brando frowned, and he faintly heard a sense of depression from Delphine's tone. He rarely saw the prime minister's daughter like this.
"No, Miss Delphine—"
"I understand, it is pity, and with some guilt, you want to pity me, give me alms, because you have my body, so you want to be responsible for me, right?"
Brando froze slightly.
Delphine shook his head slightly, his purple eyes shed a deep light: "How ridiculous, in fact, if you were in the empire, I would definitely not see you as a cowardly fellow. Lord Lord, Elman is more firm than you. It's so cruel, that's why I chose him—"
Brando couldn't help being a little upset by this woman's description. Although he might not care about some of her values and opinions, he was still a man after all.
Seeing Brando's face, a hint of surprise flashed in the prime minister's daughter's eyes: "It seems that I made you angry, Lord Lord."
"No, Miss Delphine, even if someone is a million times colder than me, that is not worthy of my envy. In fact, it is the opposite." How could Brando admit that he was actually eating before.
Delphine sighed suddenly: "Yes, that is indeed not worthy of your envy."
Brando was taken aback.
"Because they have become the past one by one, just like me, the empire that was once indisputable is now falling apart. What is left of everything I pursue now?"
Delphine asked quietly: "Perhaps the real ridiculous thing is a woman like me who doesn't know her."
Brando saw her look downcast, and felt faintly in his heart. He knew that the experience these days had affected her. After all, an ordinary person-even the eldest daughter of a prime minister's family, how could her original insights and plots be possible? Beyond the class itself she represents
At this moment, he suddenly realized that the most precious wealth left to him from his two-life experience may not be the highest authority called the "system", but the one that can protect him from history and the present. Limitations, able to directly see through the future and confused foresight.
Everyone—When everyone in this world is entangled and fettered by their own destiny and what they have seen and heard, he has already stood at the junction of history and the future.
Because he had witnessed the advent 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 has come, he knows everything, the world is in his eyes, and there are no secrets.
And perhaps this is the most important wealth that Martha passed on to the selected candidates at all costs.
Brando couldn't help letting go of his palm subconsciously. There, in his palm, there was a light ball emitting 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: "This is the Orb of Nature?"
Brando nodded.
"Master Martha gave it to you?"
Brando nodded again, the scene from then reappeared in his mind:
When Martha answered all this quietly, the space became quiet, and the silence was audible. Brando felt that his mind was messed up, and he was unable to speak for a long while.
The people of God are earthlings, so as a pure earthling, he seems to have a reasonable explanation for everything.
For a while, he stammered: "So... I am the only person with the highest authority besides Roman?"
Martha nodded lightly.
She spoke softly:
"So do you understand, my child, now you will be the only hope in this world, and until that day, the fate of Warend will depend on your choice—"
Martha's voice seemed as soft and peaceful as ever, but Brando tightened her brows: "I don't understand, Master Martha, I don't understand!"
"Since the age of Azure, the gods have passed away to create an era that belongs to mortals? Amber is the holy sword that mortals dominate destiny, but if the survival of the world is still tied to the hands of a certain person, how can it be called? Is it our self-help?"
"If," he couldn't help raising his voice: "If one day, there is no longer such a savior in this world, where will mortals go? In that era, who will fight against the dragon of twilight? What if this It is the future we foresee, so what is the meaning of its existence?"
"Master Martha, are we doing everything just to get everything back to the original point?"
Brando was suddenly at a loss. If all the world needs is a supreme king and a savior, what is the difference between his choice and the Silver Queen
What qualifications does he have to accuse the Silver Queen of doing wrong
What is the meaning of the dedication of the dark dragon Odin and the four sages, countless sages
No, maybe this shouldn't be the case.
He couldn't help but raised his head, seeming to want an answer in the face of the mother of all things.
However, Martha just looked at him and smiled slightly.
"This is good, my child," she suddenly held up her hands, holding a crown of light in her palms: "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 Akantu is not a big deal. The crisis is far from over. The Twilight Dragon already understands that this is just a trap. And I have never placed the final throne here..."
"And when it turns its eyes to Warnd, this war will truly come, even if its body is still sealed by the mortal sages, it still has thousands of minions..."
"Be in front of the dragon of twilight, find the seat of the end, and use the key of destiny to open the road to the future."
"Who will rule the fate of mortals," Martha's eyes were gentle and nostalgic: "Brando, it will be up to you to choose."
"Martha... Your lord?"
She has gently put down her hands.
"Brando, my child, maybe one day you will be king."
"On that day, I will crown you in the clouds—you bathe in the mountains, and all the worlds, the multitude and the nations, all the voices will call you the king—"
"Your throne is above the destiny separated by flames. At the peak of the ancient sages, you will be the ruler of the only scepter, the master of the worlds and worlds, and the king of Vonde."
"When that day comes, Brando, please follow your inner voice, at that moment, you will understand everything."
Brando raised his head and watched Martha gently lower the crown, making him feel the heavy weight of the crown.
"Remember my words, boy," Masha said in an unprecedented seriousness: "If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight."
She lowered her hand gently, and gave him one last look.
Then the mother of all ages and all things slowly turned around and walked forward.
"Master Martha!" Brando trembled slightly, as if he understood something in his heart.
"My child, farewell, next, the fate of the world will be linked to you—"
Martha smiled slightly, as if she had walked into a white light, her figure drifted away in the light, and finally turned into a scattered spot of light.
Brando stared at this scene blankly, and in that light, he seemed to see many people and things. They slowly came to him and said goodbye to him one by one.
"Remember me, Sophie, I'm a crystal, I will be indefinitely later."
"Little guy, do you understand now, what is the blood of the source?" The man laughed loudly: "The blood of the dark god, what is it to you?"
He patted him on the shoulder: "Take care of Roman and take the responsibility of a man."
Finally, a young girl with long 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 now, but don’t forget the truth. Take care of yourself with the ideals and beliefs of the parliament."
"Goddess Gaia..." Brando blurted out.
But he closed his mouth immediately, and looked at the other woman who was suddenly blocking him in a bit of amazement.
"Ma... Princess Magdal?"
"You might as well call me Project 13 Besides, the plan itself is nothing more than a cover-up."
"You are..." Brando suddenly reacted.
"Tell her, forget me," the woman smiled freely, "I just hope she can be happy."
The woman bowed and bowed to him: "On the thirteenth, I am leaving you here, Mr. Sophie."
One figure disappeared.
The space seems to be quiet again.
Brando raised his head, only to see the flood of light falling from 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 a dreamlike light.
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