"But the problem is that there is no place on the ground for a mage capital to live, especially since the magical energy of a mage capital itself is not something that an ordinary human kingdom can withstand."

"So what is your opinion, Emperor Auberty?"

Aurelion recognized the distinctive voice; it was clearly Senator Haim Horn speaking.

In the illusion, Aurelion also heard the other party address him as 'Emperor Auberly'.

She hadn't even had time to open her eyes from her drowsy state, but her body had already trembled slightly.

Because that incredibly familiar yet younger-sounding, powerful, and authoritative voice had already rang out:

"Just as you call me, I am now the former emperor."

"You shouldn't discuss this with me; you should talk to the current emperor about it."

At this point, the familiar voice paused for a moment.

"That is, my daughter."

The surrounding scenery finally transitioned from illusion to reality, and Aurelion was fully inside the council hall.

As soon as she finished speaking, Aubrey, who was wearing golden armor, turned around and looked at her as she stormed into the council.

"Aurelian".

Perhaps they hadn't expected the Queen to wake up at this moment and come directly to the council.

Upon seeing Aurelion's figure, Haim Horn and Rachel exchanged bewildered glances.

Aubrey looked at his child with some surprise.

"Why did you come here?"

A familiar voice rang out at that moment.

She looked at her father, who was much younger than she remembered, yet she still recognized him at a glance.

Aurelion could no longer contain the surging emotions within her; her nose became congested and her eyes reddened.

Before this, even when the wound kept reopening and the pain was intense, she had never shown such vulnerability as she did now.

However, she still lowered her head.

Perhaps because there were other people around, she didn't want to show her vulnerable side.

So, with his head down, he walked step by step, straight up to Aubrey.

Under the father's slightly surprised gaze, it bumped into his chest.

There were no other sounds or movements.

Even just a short rest would be nice, even if the emperor in front of me was an imposter.

It's as if all I want to do is simply cherish this moment, this instant.

Seeing the scene before them, the two councilors stood silently, exchanged a glance, and said nothing.

They certainly knew that Aurelion might find their way here.

As the empress, the council granted her the authority to freely enter and leave the council of mages.

After all, Aurelion was also a mage.

But no one could have imagined that she would arrive here just one day later.

How could it be completely cured in just one day?

However, when they saw the places on Aurelion's body where the bandages had come off, they found deadly, dazzling wounds.

Constantly breaking down, yet constantly being repaired.

But no one could speak.

Or rather, no one should be willing to interrupt Aurelion at this moment.

Both members of parliament remained silent, uttering no words.

After exchanging a glance, they silently used their magic and disappeared from the Mage Council without a sound.

They chose to spend their time with the father and daughter in front of them.

As the two left, Aubrey slowly lowered his head.

He watched as Aurelion rested her head quietly against his breastplate.

The daughter before me seemed to have returned to twenty years ago, back to when she was still a child.

When she's sulking, she'll do something like this: quietly rest her head on his lap.

Their eyes were red, and they couldn't say a word.

What did he do back then?

He would pick up little Aurelion and lift her high above his head.

They lifted him to a place higher than his crown.

Then, seeing his daughter smile again, he would show the same smile.

But now, the child is older.

It would be somewhat impolite for him to hug her again.

Putting aside whether that would hurt Aurelion's pride, what's more...

After thinking for a moment, Aubrey reached out a hand and gently stroked the top of Aurelian's head, which was bare.

Noticing his daughter's slight trembling, he smiled and said softly:

"Even without wearing a crown, you are already standing 'higher' than me."

After she finished speaking, the girl's body trembled even more violently.

The emotions within him, as if pushed to their limit, were violently colliding with the Eternal Furnace, attempting to break free of the body's shackles.

His spirit, which had been taut for over a decade, was unable to be released or relaxed in front of anyone.

At this moment, it burst forth like a flood bursting its banks.

It seeped into the tears streaming down Aurelion's face, venting its emotions.

She burst into tears.

She cried her heart out.