After that, the regent was free to deal with the remnants of the Pascal family in the south and continue to consolidate the security of the capital, Titaneia.

"Lord Jerran."

A servant walked quickly on the mountain path between the towers and called out to the patrolling knights ahead.

These knights are all wearing white armor and have wide white cloaks on their backs, blending in with the surrounding environment.

After hearing the shout, the leading knight turned around. He was strong and handsome. He was none other than the eldest son of the Grand Duke of Griffin, Jerlann.

"What's the matter?" After Jelann stopped, the knights beside him also stood still and looked at the servant who was running towards them.

"It's a letter from Lionheart Territory." He held up a wax-stamped envelope with a vivid griffin pattern on it.

After receiving the envelope, Jelann tore open the special contract paper on the outside, pulled out the folded letter inside, and began to read.

A short time later, Jerran collected the letter and placed it back inside the lining of his armor.

"Is there something wrong?" Grace asked from the side. He and these knights were all friends who grew up together with Jelann, so he was not too restrained.

"My father asked me to prepare and go back in a few days." Jelann leaned against the cold stone wall and looked at the rime and frozen scenery in the distance.

"It seems that they want me to go to Titania and find a suitable marriage partner among those ladies of noble birth." Jelan's tone was a little emotional. He had unknowingly reached this age.

In fact, among the nobles, he was considered an older unmarried young man. In the upper circles of the empire, it was very common for nobles to get married at the age of 16. Although the youth of extraordinary people would grow up a lot, Jelann had also delayed it for a while.

"It's time to find a suitable fiancé. This will also be beneficial to your position." A companion at the side said.

In this era, the probability of infant death is quite high, and if a great nobleman has no descendants, it is a very serious matter.

"Yes, I understand." Jelann looked out at the distant world shrouded in icy mist, recalling the girls he had met over the years. Among them were elegant young ladies from aristocratic families, sunny and lively types, and slender girls who were cute and youthful. Most of them came from well-off backgrounds, and to be by his side was a testament to their ability to pass numerous levels of competition and assessment.

He didn't dislike these girls, and he admired many of them. But when he thought about spending his life with such people, he always felt that something was missing.

Perhaps it is because I lack the kind of girl who can see through my thoughts, understand my ambitions, strengths and weaknesses, and at the same time be able to tolerate me well.

Thinking this way, I kept putting it off until now.

Unfortunately, the old Duke of Griffin has already issued an order. After returning this time, he will probably be required to find a suitable fiancé within a certain period of time and cannot delay any further.

"Your sister's child can already walk, Jelan. What are you still hesitating about? Are you as weak and indecisive as a sheep?"

"If you had rebelled against me and had a secret lover, I wouldn't be so angry. But what's more disappointing is that you don't even have such a lover. You're like a lost lamb, wandering around in circles."

"The Salus family needs an heir who is like a lion, not someone like you. A lion who can't even find a lioness is looked down upon and despised. I hope you understand this."

Recalling the old Griffin Duke's scolding, Jelann couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Although there was a vague figure in his mind, where was that girl now? She was so mysterious that even with the Duke of Griffin's family background, he couldn't find her whereabouts.

Perhaps this time I can only go to Titania. After all these years, it's time for you to let it go, Jalan. He said this to himself, his thoughts gradually drifting away.

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At the same time, in the far north, there is a frozen world.

Everything in the world was so cold, the icy chill penetrating every bone marrow and seeping into every crevice, making people shiver and curl up, wailing and praying. Praying that this perpetual winter would soon end.

Under this heavy, snow-covered sky, teams of warriors in black cloaks and armor slowly trudged through the snow, carrying torches soaked in tung oil as they advanced across the plains, protecting a small group of black-clad wizards in the center.

Occasionally, magical beasts would suddenly appear in the wind and snow, hissing and growling in hunger, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Faced with these small monsters, the warriors drew the long swords at their waists and fought with them, leaving flashes of sword marks. However, the sound was drowned out by the wind and snow and could not be heard from behind.

The warm blood spilled onto the snowdrifts, melting to leave traces of gullies, then quickly crystallized and was buried again by the falling snowflakes.

After the battle, some warriors fell in the snow, frozen stiff, and were slowly buried by the ice and snow along with the monsters.

Praying

Blessing

Sighing

The following troops sprinkled light blue petals on these warriors and continued to advance. Judging from the gray and black smocks on these people, they were all from the Trey family and belonged to the Ravens of the North.

These survivors of the Mercury Dynasty, who have survived for thousands of years, still live in this world, and they have become accustomed to the sorrows and disasters that come from time to time in their lives.

"Death will treat everyone equally, no matter you or me." This is the motto of the Trey family.

Compared with other nobles in the empire, this family is particularly conservative and old-fashioned. They stick to past traditions, are always restrained and frugal, and face all kinds of misfortunes calmly.

"Go a little further and you will reach the agreed place." A wizard wearing a crow brooch spoke while flipping through the ancient parchment covered with snowflakes in his hand.

"Can we really see the origin of that family?" The wizard on the side asked worriedly. Many people have sacrificed along the way.

There was no war, but there were so many casualties. The times were so cruel. Even now, the main branch of the Treyi family was losing descendants and was even facing the danger of extinction.

"We can only try. This is our last hope." The wizard pulled down the top edge of his hood to block the cold snowflakes blowing in his face, and spoke among the broken snow.

"Forward! Crows!"

In the ice and snow, the warriors in front raised the flag again. The gray raven grasped the skull, its eyes staring into the distance. The wisteria flag passed down from the Second Era still stood there.