A spear from the sky pierced Cyril's chest straight.
Qian was panting with big mouths, she clasped her spear tightly, and watched the king of the Neng race wailing, turning into countless fragments and dissipating in the world. She turned her head, on the vast plain of the extreme, there was only a piece of void left. In the distant and deep darkness, a azure back was drifting away from her.
"Miss Ovina!"
"Lord Lord!"
In the darkness, the mountain girl suddenly woke up. The soft sunlight is gently spilling into this room from the window. The thin curtains can't hide the bright summer, and a warm lily is placed on the desk.
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 flows gently in her heart. She raised her head and looked at the Azure Spear on the side of the room with some peace.
The sound of Hippamilla arguing with Star came from afar from the courtyard outside, and he saw or heard the sound of Nimesis scolding.
Outside the window, the sky was blue, and it was like a wash.
The carriage drove slowly into the forest branch, and Dilfieri held the letterhead in his hand and watched in that direction silently until the shadow of the mail van finally disappeared.
She lowered her head, looked at the letter paper in her hand—a look of relief flashed in her bright eyes, and then turned around briskly. Inside the manor of Yanbao, servants are whispering discussing the kingdom's annual grand wedding.
"What about after that?"
"After that, everything will be all right. His Majesty the King of Flames cut off the head of the Dragon of Twilight. The war of our age has come to an end."
"What does this have to do with the wedding of the Princess Palace?"
"Of course it does matter, Princess Fusha also participated in that war—"
"But the story I've heard is different from yours. Didn't His Majesty the King of Flame leave our world?"
"Your one is a rumor from the countryside."
Dilfieri smiled slightly, she raised her head and stared at the clouds above the sky, the sea breeze was slow, and the letter paper in her hand seemed to fly.
A black pine seal was stamped on the envelope.
…
A young man walked on the boulevard led by the firs, he was unshaven, wearing a shabby straw hat, and holding grass blades, looking around curiously. The wide streets on both sides of Firwood Castle have now changed their appearance greatly. On both sides of the road, there are those new buildings-all kinds of magic workshops, steam roaring, and iron castings are erected on the green belt. The lamppost, with the royal lily emblem hung on it.
Pedestrians on the road have not seen such a ragged and ragged guy since the silver year of the First Age. They all walked and cast their eyes on this young man. The young man was unconscious and stopped and asked:
"Man, may I ask, what year is this year?"
"which year?"
"I mean, how long has it been since the Year of the Sword this year?"
The man looked at the young man as if looking at a neurosis: "This is the year of the second era Xia Ye, this year has been twelve years from the year of the sword," and then he patted the young man on the shoulder: "Young man, Drink less alcohol, it’s not good for your body—"
Cagliari was dumbfounded.
He didn't expect that after he had been exiled in one space for a while, it would take him a full twelve years before he returned to this world. And the most important thing is that everything here has changed from the Eruin he knew-the lords are gone, and the kingdom has three more provinces in the Black Forest. The royal party was ten years ago. It was disbanded and the war was over, so that Tonigel's locals turned out to be a drunkard.
He sighed slightly, feeling a little melancholy in his heart.
Eruin still exists, but Lord Lord, where are you
He grabbed the man's arm, took out a silver coin from his pocket, placed it in the other's hand, and asked, "Which number is today and what celebration is this?"
Kaglisi pointed to the two sides of the street, which was decorated with lights and draped with lily emblems. In the distant square, there were also tables for beer kegs and food. The whole fir collar was filled with a festive atmosphere right now.
"Don't you know, man, this is the wedding of your Royal Highness—"
"The wedding of your Royal Highness?" Kaglisi was taken aback: "Griffi was married because of his father, who is he married to?"
"What Princess Griffin," the man said grimly, "His Royal Highness passed away a few years ago. Take care of your mouth, young man, the married woman is Princess Fusha."
"The eldest princess died of illness? Is it Princess Fusha who married?"
Kaglisi watched the man walk away with a bit of stunned mouth, and his mind hadn't reacted for a long time-who was Princess Fussa
He walked into the central square of Fir Castle with a little despair, and under the bright sunshine, the towering statue finally caught his eye.
Cagliice stood still.
Tears welled up from his eyes in an instant.
Because he finally recognized it, the most eye-catching knight statue on the square was the man he admired.
His lord.
He just stood under the statue in a daze, until someone came to him, stood shoulder to shoulder with him, and looked up at the statue. After a while, the man said:
"For many years, fewer and fewer people will stop under this statue."
Kaglisi heard the familiar voice and turned his head back abruptly.
"Mr. Reto?"
"Caglisi!?"
…
The tall arch windows, bright colors, and the courtyard outside the windows are still the same scenery as before. It seems that in the past ten years, this somewhat quiet study hasn't changed much since the year her father passed away.
Griffiy quietly looked at the long-backed chair under the curtain. The red velvet cushion on the chair was still reflecting the golden afternoon sun. Dust flew up and down in the slanting beams of sunlight. She still remembers that there was a young girl sitting in this chair, listening to the story told by Overwell in that same quiet afternoon.
Her Royal Highness the elder princess blinked slowly, she put away her thoughts, closed the door gently, and then turned and walked out.
But a voice stopped her behind her.
"elder sister."
Haruze wears a crown on his head and looks at her sister's somewhat slender figure from behind. In the past ten years, he has grown up and has the responsibility and responsibility as a king. But there are some things that he can't let go of in his heart.
"Call me the princess."
"Sister," Haruze couldn't help but whispered, "Take me to say hello to the teacher."
Griffiy turned his head and looked at his brother with his eyes flowing.
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?" Griffiy's eyes flashed with a sharp light: "Speaking of which, I married him instead of you."
"elder sister-"
Haruze suddenly couldn't hold back: "Can you stop talking about Princess Fusha? I didn't mean it."
"It's okay," Princess Griffin smiled happily: "She will be me from now on, so naturally it has nothing to do with you."
Haruze looked at his sister dumbly.
…
From time to time there was laughter and discussion in the hall of Fir Castle. Everyone was preparing for the next wedding-the wedding of Viscount Canolaan and Princess Fussa, although perhaps before this half a year, Eruin had never been No one knows where in this kingdom this Kanoran is. Perhaps it was a newly reclaimed land in a black forest, a brave knight who won the princess's heart.
Everything is like the legend ten years ago.
But in harmony, there will always be some discordant notes. For example, here is a voice that sounds like some cross-brows and vertical eyes, and said angrily: "This account is wrong again, Antitina! Where is Flor, go call Flor!"
The lady of the staff smiled bitterly at the business lady who was akimbo and raised her small eyebrows in front of her, and replied: "Flo has already traveled on the Great Plains with Mr. Charles, and they are still taking Tia with him."
"Oh," the angry business lady knocked on her forehead: "I remember, that guy was in charge of this account—"
When she looked up, she just saw a sneaky figure coming upstairs, and immediately yelled: "Brando, stop for me!"
But how could Brando stop and ran away immediately.
So almost the entire castle can hear the merchant's angry voice: "Brando, you are dead, did you climb on the bed of that little female dragon again yesterday!"
"Or Akane? Or the 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 who was winking at her outside the door.
Qian was shocked, then silently closed the door.
"Anyway," the merchant's voice came in from the outside: "I tell you, Brando, the bed can be messed up, but the account cannot be messed up. If you make such a low-level mistake again, I will kick you out of me. Chamber of Commerce!"
In the garden, Mordefense was happily listening to the chickens and dogs jumping in the castle, he looked at his sister. Andrrig didn't look in that direction angrily, and replied, "A couple of dogs and men."
The little silver elf princess sitting aside listened to Andrique's complaining and couldn't help smiling. She raised her head and stared at the sun-dappled shade of the tree.
Suddenly, I felt an unprecedented peace in my heart.
…
Inside the cemetery.
Edsha quietly stared at the quiet and lonely tombstone among the rose bushes. Her eyes were soft, as if she was reminiscing about everything that happened many years ago. In that era that people today call troubled times, her soul can find support instead, and in this era, she can only feel alone.
She stayed in front of the tomb for a long time, just like this one afternoon every week, she would stop here. For her, in this lonely cemetery, what was buried in this lonely cemetery was a king in her mind.
She held the necklace in her hand silently, and there was only one crystal pendant missing on the necklace.
That is all her hope.
Edsha turned around slowly and walked out of the cemetery. And at this time, she heard a cry of surprise coming from behind her:
"Meria!"
Edsha turned her head and saw a corner of the cemetery. A girl she had seen several times was staring at the young man standing in front of her in amazement. On the other side's beautiful face, tears were already streaming down his face.
"Caglisi... Are you still alive?!"
The two hugged each other heavily.
Seeing this, Edsha suddenly understood what had happened. She gently pressed her chest with her hand, and she felt a little warmth in her heart. She looked at the shining forests in the distance, and she 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 the firs again, and it was not until many years later that a beautiful legend circulated in the southern border of Eruin. In that legend, a nun of the Javier Silver Lily Society dedicated her life to those who were blind.
…
In the quiet woods in the afternoon, Brando finally escaped from Fir Castle. Holding the letterhead in his hand, he wandered alone in the sunny woodland. This woodland once carried many of his beautiful memories, and those memories, with the accumulation of years, have become more mellow and unique.
He held up the letter in his hand, which was a congratulatory letter from Faina, complaining that he hadn't visited her for so long. But more, this mature lady describes everything about the newly born Cruz. After Prince Lenaret took the throne, the empire received a long silent rebirth. Everything gradually got on the right track, and people gradually forgot about it. The pain of the past began to rebuild their homeland on the ruins after the battlefield.
At the end of the letter, Faina once again urged him to go to the Empire to meet her.
Brando couldn't help but smile at the thought of the princess of Mehhothoven, he took the letter into his arms and let out a sigh of relief.
After the first battle in the evening, everything returned to its original state. Huang Huo was in Jiufeng, and the senior sister also traveled around the world, occasionally sending him some local specialties. And the world seems to have changed. Although the frontier of civilization is supreme, there are still some monsters and the remnants of dusk, but after the death of the dragon of dusk, everything of everyone is at least moving in the best direction.
In the hearts of the world, the King of Flames is dead.
As a mortal, he survived.
After losing all the power, it seems that there is no discomfort, but Brando has always had a vague regret in his heart. He silently took out the slightly wrinkled card from his arms. On the card, there was a picture of the lady wearing a black dress with a mask on her face.
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 have to escape by yourself—"
There was a rustle in the woods, as if responding to his voice.
But suddenly, as if it were an illusion, a smiling voice suddenly rang behind him: "Speaking ill of others behind their backs is not what a king should do."
Brando shook his hand slightly, and the piece of paper unexpectedly fell.
He turned his head in a daze.
Under the pale yellow and dappled sunlight, between the light and shadow, it was the sensible and proud girl, the prime minister's daughter seemed to be still wearing the long skirt that day when she left, watching him calmly, that The purple eyes, as always, were shining with that long-lost light.
But I don't know when, those eyes are already full of tears.
Suddenly, a figure was heavily thrown into his embrace.
"I'm back, Brando."
Brando was already startled on the spot.
He raised his head, the most grateful light flashed in his eyes:
"Thank you, Tiamas—"
"It is people's best hope to meet each other."
…
(End of the book)