Chapter 107 Accelerated Time: What is Apocalypse?

What is divine revelation? Different stories offer different answers. But they all boil down to divine gifts, or human sages bestowing benefits upon kings or their people.

The benefits in mythology are simple and direct.

He lit the first flame in the world, created a complete writing system, opened up roads from mountains to plains, and tamed the first wild horse...

The apocalypse that Princess Eleanor carries is an apocalypse for the human age, mostly a single, unpredictable prophecy...?

Far more than that.

Having lived a full lifetime, Eleanor not only possesses the method for extracting datura, but also a half-completed antidote formula.

A few days later, Eva first tried the pain-relieving datura oil, and the effect was amazing.

She readily agreed to grant Eleanor the right to recruit more physicians, since many of the strange and unusual ingredients needed for the antidote required their help in gathering them.

"Hmm, what would be a good pretext?"

Wang lay reclining on the long couch, his languid expression completely relaxed.

The girl in her arms leaned against her strong shoulder and said softly, "Mother, I have a good suggestion."

"Hmm?" Eva looked over curiously.

Not only am I curious about what Eleanor is thinking, but I'm also curious about why this child can be so relaxed and affectionate around her.

Was it some kind of "divine revelation" that allowed her to foresee the future?

The girl tilted her head, adjusting to a more comfortable position.

“Sister Dasha was unwell, so Mother summoned many famous doctors. Some of them could stay in the palace to treat the royal family members at any time, while others lived permanently in the large estate that Mother had bestowed upon them, working hard to develop medicines.”

Eva chuckled through her nose. "You're such a greedy child, using your sister's name to get so many benefits?"

She put her arm around Eleanor's waist, making the child sit up straighter: "You specifically asked for a large estate. Do you want to use the land to grow some special medicinal herbs? Or do you need open space to train your newly purchased slave soldiers?"

Slave soldiers—the slaves are insignificant; the focus is on the soldiers.

Eva stared intently at Eleanor's expression, her youngest daughter showing no sign of guilt.

She nodded frankly: "I want it all. I need land for breeding, more farms for raising poultry, and I need to train several loyal teams to expand outwards from Enlin and the capital."

"......"

Eva was silent for a moment, then burst into loud laughter.

"Hahahaha, you dare to openly discuss treason in front of me? Is this your divine revelation?"

Her laughter echoed through the palace, but neither the servants outside the door nor the guards who should have been there appeared.

The king held the little princess in his arms; her arms were so strong that she could easily pluck the flower bud from the stem with a gentle bend.

Eleanor waited until Eva finished laughing before raising her hand and cupping Eva's cheeks as if she were holding a pool of clear spring water.

"As you know... there's no time left."

Before her mother could speak, she pressed her cheek against Eva's and whispered, "You pray for Norlana's survival, and so do I."

"......"

"The gods have heard your prayers, so I will exhaust my short life to support all of Norlanna..." and the whole world.

Eva wanted to refute it with a "nonsense" remark, but the girl's eyes remained so calm.

That's not a disguise that can be honed through a few lessons or a nightmare, but a true insight—a discerning eye that sees through all the vicissitudes of life.

Eva had a sudden illusion: to argue unreasonably under such a gaze was like a child trying to be unreasonable to an old man.

She shifted her gaze somewhat impatiently and said sarcastically, "Is that so? So my daughter has become a divine messenger! Who dares to oppose a divine messenger? I will grant your request. May you save Norlanna quickly."

She believed it, and she didn't.

Eleanor saw through Eva's thoughts: her intuition told her that her daughter was no longer "that daughter," but she rejected all statements without factual evidence.

"Mother, I will prove it to you."

The girl slid off the couch, her staggering and struggling movements somewhat comical.

She stood up awkwardly, then, following protocol, lifted her skirt and bowed slightly: "After that, please join me in saving Norlana... and many more people."

Who are the other people? Why are you talking about it like it's the end of the world?

Eva moved her lips nervously, but still lay back down lazily, deliberately raising her hand as if to shoo her away.

She believes her daughter needs a very long time to prove herself.

After all, farming, developing antidotes, and training troops all require time.

In Eva's imagination, the most audacious idea was that the capital's fields would yield a bountiful harvest, and a corresponding medicine would be developed a few years later to extend her life for a few more years, or that she would suddenly be possessed by a war god and train a group of ordinary slaves into battle-hardened soldiers.

However, the phoenix spread her wings.

Dasha was the only one who initially sensed that winter was coming.

Poor Princess Nolana is forced by Eleanor, who holds the imperial decree, to start controlling her diet from today.

My awful sister has abruptly banned her from consuming any sweets!

Including, but not limited to, Dasha's favorite honey, bread, liqueur, and various fruits—

Dasha's resistance was futile; she was simply too fat... In Norlana, a land that revered "elegance, wisdom, and martial prowess," this princess, too obese to perform martial arts, couldn't find even a single loyal follower willing to fight for her.

"Great, your foot isn't the problem?"

Her terrifying sister had her shoes removed to inspect her feet, then nodded in satisfaction.

Dasha looked at Eleanor in horror, then mustered her courage to retort, "Hey, at least I can walk by myself. You need someone to help you walk, so just leave me alone, okay?!"

Eleanor ignored Dasha's murmurs; she was surprised by Dasha's "good" condition.

She had previously deduced from Dasha's recurring death after meals that the cause of death of this man, who weighed at least 300 pounds, was related to severe diabetes.

She had just confirmed that Dasha definitely had diabetes using a makeshift urine test: the urine droplets on the soil even attracted ants, and if a modern instrument were used to measure her blood sugar, it might be considered as blood mixed with sugar.

On Earth, such weight and a terminal illness would definitely affect her limbs. Surprisingly, after a medical examination, Dasha's eyes and toes were in good condition.

This may be related to the constitution of the Moonbeam people, or it may be that the third stage of development has given most of their organs stronger resistance.

Perhaps Dasha died suddenly in her previous lives due to accumulated illnesses, her heart unable to bear the burden?

Eleanor couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

In her previous lives, she was too busy paying attention to others and simply categorized Dasha's death as an illness. So let's try it this time!

If Dasha could know what she was thinking, she would definitely yell "Don't save me!" because the training that followed was simply hell.

Under Eleanor's supervision, all sweets, pasta, and greasy foods were removed from Dasha's menu.

She can only eat a small amount of meat each day, and then boiled vegetables and brown rice until she is 80% full... This doesn't require anyone to supervise her, because once she's 80% full of vegetables, she simply can't eat anymore!

Dasha's tragic story has captivated most people's attention for a long time.

The scene of Eleanor being helped by a group of servants for a walk and splashing around in a water tank was so beautiful that everyone momentarily overlooked Eleanor's other actions.

The fact that the little princess sent Manju to Enlin ahead of time to become the acting city lord was seen as the princess's investment in and gesture of goodwill towards the future prince.

Almost no one would notice that an assistant named Hudora arrived in Enlin at the same time as some slaves.

The Marigold Merchants Association was born in the shadows.

Scarface thought she would dominate the trade route here, but only half a year later, many merchants from different backgrounds joined her team.

As time went by, more and more people began to learn of Princess Eleanor's name.

It is unclear from which day it began, but the physicians in the palace gained immense power.

The King of Norlana allowed them to take on many apprentices and compile their knowledge into books to spread to every corner of the world.

In this process, paper and printing tools were naturally born.

It's not that no one wants to criticize the "fallacies" they spread and prevent scholars from further expanding their rights.

However, before that, Princess Eleanor's brilliant inventions silenced their objections.

"I can't do that much by myself."

She offered different baits to each nobleman, each with their own talents and wealth. "These should make a lot of money, right? Shall we go together?"

The glint of the gold coins temporarily masked the resentment in their eyes, but that did not mean everyone obeyed Eleanor's orders.

Even if Her Highness presents clear accounts, has the support of the King and many discerning noble followers, she will still choose to compromise on certain matters due to various factors.

Eleanor always smiled and yielded; she was just a little child who had received divine revelation, how could she dare to get too entangled with adults?

Andra and her personal guards witnessed all of this.

"..." The fourteen-year-old girl sat quietly by the window, lost in thought, draped in a thin veil.

The moonlight was perfect. After four whole years, she was finally able to appreciate the gentle moonlight and starry sky like any other person.

Andra saw the tears glistening in her eyes and couldn't help but walk over to her.

Knowing that Eleanor was sensitive to sound, she walked very quietly.

rustle.

Andra slowly opened his arms, letting his fingers gradually encircle the girl's shoulders under Eleanor's gaze, hoping to provide her with support.

Eleanor tilted her head back and nestled into Andra's embrace, following her lead.

"rest assured."

The tall young man was clearly the one who should be comforting his lover, but it was the girl who showed a reassuring expression: "I'm fine, everything is going well."

"Ha...you mean Princess Dasha is beginning to...becoming healthy?" Andra's serious expression turned teasing.

"Yes, this was also a success."

Eleanor smiled sincerely.

Dasha really did lose weight from over 300 pounds to 200 pounds in this lifetime.

Considering that Dasha is already over 1.9 meters tall, she has already reached a safe height. Putting aside others, this woman's future will likely undergo a dramatic change.

They embraced quietly in the afternoon sun, and it took them a long time before they slowly separated.

Andra said softly, "If you need any help from me, just let me know."

Whenever she saw Eleanor looking lonely and miserable, she felt a deep disgust for those who were critical of her.

Eleanor stared intently at the young man's serious expression and smiled gently.

"I will, by the way."

She casually mentioned, as if she had just thought of it, "I'm going to visit Sister Ophelia this afternoon. She said she's a little afraid of you, so... she'll pick me up later."

This is, of course, a lie.

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Author's Note: Ophelia: Don't come any closer! [Cracks]

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