Chapter 157 Epilogue (Part 1): Glory to the New King

◎After a light laugh, the two figures collided with each other.◎

Sunlight penetrated the darkness, and the air was filled with the rich scent of sunflower seeds.

Misha was lying in a pile of dead leaves. She fluttered her eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes: "Miranda..." There seemed to be something wet stuck on her palm.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be blue-purple juice.

The juice covered most of her body, dyeing her robe lavender and emitting a sweet and sticky smell.

She licked it in confusion. It was so sweet. What kind of fruit was it?

Click, click, click, puff.

Misha turned around and saw Miranda chewing on a pile of dry leaves. She shook her head at her and said, "Eat this! It's delicious."

"Ah... I was scared to death!"

She laughed and punched Miranda. Really, I thought - I thought we had merged into one and turned into monsters.

Misha breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the window: The sun is shining brightly, this is the high tower of the Temple of the Gods, not some dark basement.

"I'm full."

Miranda ran over to her and held out some dead leaves: "Eat them quickly, or they will disappear."

How could the leaves disappear? Misha lowered her head. It's true. These dead leaves had fresh veins before, but after just a short while, they've all withered. The fallen parts are more broken than dust.

She took the dead leaf and put it in her mouth. It was crunchy and tasted like sugar, but not as sweet.

"Are you really full? You used to eat several kilograms of meat."

"I'm really full, not hungry."

The two of them stood by the window, their heads leaning against each other, feeling surprisingly peaceful. Misha held Miranda's hand. Her arm was very smooth, without any visible scars or the strange bumps and bumps it had before.

Is it the work of magic, or the continuation of that wonderful dream?

The birds flapped their wings and flew away from the branches.

They looked down and saw a sparse group of people passing by under the tree.

They seemed to be priests and guards in the temple. They should have been sitting indoors praying or reading at this time, but now they were running out in twos and threes.

From time to time, people stopped and talked to each other.

Misha couldn't help but pat Miranda: "Do you think they had similar dreams?"

"Yes, I did. I did it too." Miranda gently leaned on the windowsill: "It's been a long time... a long time since I had a dream."

The soft hair slid onto the shoulders, and the two leaned against each other hand in hand, enjoying the midday sun.

…

"Ouch."

The child in Shadowroman sat up, covering his head, and looked at the adults.

"You dreamed too?"

"Yes, what did you dream about?"

"I dreamed that I...went to a gladiatorial show."

Everyone was talking at once and piecing together the story, you and I, one paragraph at a time, and we were able to piece it together into several coherent sets.

"Oh, never mind whether it's a dream or not! How's Miss Melia?" He slapped his head and rushed towards the archway.

Someone took the lead, and the others followed hurriedly, passing through the archway one after another and returning to the alley behind the villa.

But I dared not delay, because I had just had a dream! In the dream, Miss Melia was treated as a slave, then ran to the gladiatorial arena, and then became the queen.

Alas, they are the same, sometimes dead and sometimes alive, it is really not a good dream!

Rushing out of the alley, the sky suddenly became bright.

Countless people crowded the streets, greeting each other with smiles of relief, generously hugging each other, sharing dreams and food.

"Hahahaha, you're still alive." People were wiping away their sweat and tears everywhere.

The relatives and friends who died in the dream are now standing vividly in front of you. What could be more fortunate than this?

A businessman, holding a cash box, scattered cash while asking, "Did you dream of goblins? They want to kill me!"

"I dreamt about this."

"I dreamt it too, at the very beginning!"

Everyone discussed for a moment: those goblins, holding slender steel needles, appeared at the beginning of the dream. But they soon disappeared, because then—they all shut up and looked at the soldiers maintaining order on both sides of the street.

These are all Princess Elena's people. In the dream, Princess Elena captured the fairy and led people to fight against Persia, Greece, and Huns... The war lasted for decades. It was really a terrible nightmare.

"Is it really a dream?" A woman wrapped in a terry cloth came out of her house, carrying an empty basket and trying to squeeze into the bakery.

"Of course~"

Kind passersby laughed out loud: "Where are the fairies and dragons now?!"

He screamed loudly and flung his hands up. "Dragon! It's a dragon!!"

What? !

Everyone looked up and was stunned by the arc of light in the sky: it really was a dragon.

A giant golden dragon was flying from afar, sunlight hitting its scales, creating a shimmering backlight. Iridescence stained its wingspan and slender tail, making its golden body appear even more sacred.

Despite being a mythical creature, no one screamed or trampled on it. They simply stood quietly in the square, one next to the other, admiring the dragon's soaring form.

It's so beautiful!

Tears streamed down their cheeks. They still remembered the dragon, who had defeated the goblins in their dreams and even eaten a bug alive!

Although the dragons in dreams are larger, they are equally beautiful, with fairy-tale-like colorful wings.

"Meow~~" The giant dragon let out a long roar. Nini carried her two mothers on her back, just like a kitten that had hunted a big fish alone.

She looked down at the city gate and glided rapidly closer. The soldiers on the plains also saw the striking golden cat dragon and jumped on their horses and ran.

"Mom, I'll go in directly~"

"Be careful not to bump into anyone!"

"Hey, it's okay, they're not that tall~"

Melia patted Xiaolongjiao. Indeed, there were no airplanes or tall buildings these days. As long as Nini kept flying low, she wouldn't hit anyone.

A giant golden dragon flew into the city wall, spinning around as the crowd cheered. At least she remembered her mothers were sitting on the dragon's back, otherwise it would have been spinning like a tumble.

Nini flew too high, but people stood on tiptoe and jumped desperately, trying to touch the dragon's scales and share the precious blessings.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" The crowd swayed like a tide, and they all raised their hands to welcome the triumphant Regent.

"His Majesty--"

Someone shouted loudly, instantly drowning out all the other sounds.

The scenes from the dream flashed through my mind, and someone immediately responded: "Long live His Majesty!"

There is nothing to hesitate about. In the dream, Her Highness Elena has already been the emperor, and Her Highness Marcus is dead. If we don’t support her, will we support foreigners?

Ronnie rode through the city gate and winked at the guards. Suddenly, voices of "Long live His Majesty!" rang out one after another.

The confused citizens were also awakened by the sound and rushed to chase the golden dragon: "Your Majesty Elena——"

Seeing the enthusiastic crowd, Nini flew a little lower and passed by the roof.

A resident standing on the second floor exclaimed, "Meliya, Miss Meliya is also on the dragon's back!"

Her husband beside her immediately patted her on the shoulder and said, "What are you yelling for? The Queen is of course..."

They stared at each other, their mouths hanging open. Could it be that everything in their dreams was real? Not only was the dragon real, but His Majesty was real, and the wedding was real too?

It seems... normal.

Melia leaned forward, glanced at the jubilant citizens, and deliberately poked Elena: "When we pass by the villa, do you want to let me down?"

"Hmm?" Elena grabbed her right hand and carefully protected it in her arms.

"Forgot? Ahem." Melia frowned and imitated her serious expression: "Melia, will you be my lover?"

Huh? Elena's expression flashed with surprise for a moment, then she burst out laughing: "Haha, hahahaha!"

There was such a past—I had almost forgotten it all.

Yes, why did I think that way back then? How disgusting! Her Melia wasn't a flower blooming dully in a garden; every strand of her hair exuded a distinct charm.

【She exists in this moment, not for anyone but for herself.】

Under Melia's angrily gaze, she wiped away the tears of laughter and slowly leaned over.

Gentle kisses overlapped, Elena took off the ring and put it on her lover's finger.

When their lips parted, a faint smile flashed in her eyes, a relaxed expression she had never shown before: "I am willing to share everything with you, Melia. Are you willing to be my wings, my heart, and... my only lover, and queen?"

"Ouch~" In order to avoid the residents jumping from the high-rise buildings, Nini took off into the air at the right time.

Tears slid down her cheeks in the cold wind. Melia covered her face, the signet ring on her finger hard and heavy, but her heart felt like it was floating in hot water, about to boil.

Perhaps everyone could see this scene, and everyone's eyes were focused on the dragon's back - they were still hugging each other tightly.

Whether it's flowers or thorns, we will walk through the rest of our lives together.

…

"Hiss..." Attila's arm twitched and shook slightly.

Something shattered...

She opened her sleepy eyes, and bang! Their heads collided hard.

“Oh, my dear sister!” Attila covered his forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry as he pushed Brida away. Wow, the two of them slept together all night? So tired, so exhausted. So tired.

“Hey, are you okay?” Brida frowned. She helped her sister toss the broken pieces aside and looked her up and down.

"What's wrong? I've grown a beard?"

"No...whose blood did you absorb again?"

"ah?"

Huh—although the royal tent was quiet and warm, Attila still felt the biting cold wind in an instant.

She raised her hand and touched her cheek, which was covered with cold tears. At the same time, a strand of hair fell into her palm, dazzling as pure gold.

Brida is dead.

The world is false.

[You're all fake anyway, so life or death doesn't matter, right?]

Countless despair, pain mixed with anger swept over her, bending her waist and almost making her vomit blood.

"Sister...sister?" His pupils contracted violently, and the broken images disappeared one by one, finally stopping at Melia's sweet smile.

[“Wake up~ She is waiting for you in the real world.”]

Ah, yes, she was awake. This nightmare—it was over.

Attila then smiled genuinely. She grabbed Brida, who looked terrified, and said solemnly, “I have a request that you must grant.”

"ah?"

Does the Golden King still need to be [invited]?

…

It is indeed useful.

They confronted each other in the wilderness, and the Huns were so frightened that they retreated far away.

"Oh no, the king isn't going to do that again?!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

“It’s all a dream. Mistress Brida is still alive. Who of you is going to stop her?”

"If you want to go, go..."

Unlike the others, Attila looked relaxed.

She raised her hand and held up a finger. "Sister, we all know that the Huns can only have one king."

"Not you?"

"Not yet."

Attila took a step forward, the wind blowing her brilliant hair and accentuating her features. "You're not dreaming, that's good. In a dream, I would kill you."

"Dreams are just dreams."

No, it's not a dream, sister. I don't want to lie to you, and I can't lie to myself.

She sighed and shook her head. "With two kings fighting together, there will be a bloody war sooner or later. I won't be able to sleep peacefully until the Huns are united."

Brida frowned. “Are you going to break your promise? You promised me half of the glory.”

Everyone trembled in fear, and the king completely ripped off his dignity: "One person is king, the other is glorious?" It really was a dual kingship. If the Golden King was one and only, how could anyone else take half of the power?

With everyone witnessing, Attila took a deep breath and said, "No, it's not about breaking my promise. It's about bringing that day forward to now."

Clang.

She cast aside the scimitar, then the dagger. Finally, she looked at Brida with her gilded eyes. “Let’s wrestle. The winner is king. If you lose, you will be my most trusted and wise king.”

"What if you lose?"

Brida dropped her sword and stepped closer to her sister. They had never been closer.

"Me? The King will not lose."

"ha."

After a chuckle, the two figures collided with each other.

The eagle looks down at the earth, and under the sky, the most precious gold is buried.

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