The King of Black Fog

"The situation is turning grim," one said.

"Hasn't it always been like this?" came the reply.

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Eagles soar through the sky, fish dart in the shallow waters,...

Chapter 189 The Battle of the Capital (Part 2)

She closed her eyes, her hand on her chest, as if feeling her own heartbeat, recalling the past, or perhaps gathering her courage.

"What I've experienced over the past month has made me realize one thing."

Bea Triss opened her eyes.

"Never worship the heavens, never depend on the heavens, never submit to the heavens!"

Alicia, Margaret III, Win Caroline, and everyone in the world who heard her voice at that moment stared at her in disbelief.

Some were surprised, some were dismissive, and many more were angry.

Since the rise of the Azure Sky Royal Family, no one has ever dared to disrespect the Azure Sky!

"From this day forward, I, Bea Triss, will become my own sky, the sky of the Duchy of Lesstein!"

"Come back, citizens of the Duchy of Lesstein, return to your homeland!"

Let's keep working together.

Let us continue the fight together.

"I assure you, we will ultimately prevail!"

"We will—reclaim our own country!"

"I, Bea Triss, Queen of the Duchy of Rösstein, command all citizens of the Duchy of Rösstein scattered throughout the world—Come back!"

On the border of the capital, perhaps by coincidence, just as the return time was approaching, {Knight} landed at the very spot where they first met.

The pitch-black soil has now sprouted fresh green grass, and the vigorous vitality of early summer nourishes every life.

"That's amazing."

“It was you, Xia, Lan, and Yao who taught me that there is no wrong path, only people who take the wrong path. Worshiping the heavens is a path, but it does not belong to me. From now on, I will become my own heavens.”

"Hmm. By the way, let me tell you a secret: not destroying the empire was a test left for you."

"Okay, I understand. I'll also tell you a secret, but don't tell the other three people. Actually, I don't really like Yao."

"Hahahaha, I don't really like her either!"

"...You like Lan?"

"Here's a line of poetry that just came to mind: The meaning of life, perhaps, is not to expect spring, but to become spring. Goodbye, Beatrice."

Goodbye, day?