Influenced by his previous life's ideas and experiences, Loran Hill has always been disgusted with aggressive wars and believes that they are extremely bad behaviors.
But the world is complex and human emotions are changeable.
The story of Qin's unification of the six kingdoms is still being sung thousands of years later. The people of the former six kingdoms no longer hate the first king in history, but instead hear endless voices of praise.
What is wrong and what is just is a topic that people have always argued about. Out of caution about this issue, Loran Hill has always acted cautiously in the empire.
At first, she placed her hopes on a revolution within the empire, hoping that it would become a new and glorious country like Cranzia.
However, the complex environment within the empire prevented this idea from spreading beyond the southern border. People's admiration for royal power was deeply ingrained, and there were also huge interest groups built on this basis. Those nobles and families controlled the land and people from generation to generation with their blood and glory.
The old structure will not collapse on its own, even if something better comes along.
People will not put aside their own interests and give up the many powers they have for the so-called "better".
Loranhill gradually became disappointed and lost, and at this time she received an invitation from Westena and went to the forest.
The five trials of the elves allowed her to personally experience and understand all aspects of this race, including its past growth under the World Tree, the decisive battle with the Giant King's Court, its subsequent prosperity, and its decline due to the rise of the Mercury Dynasty, and the lost ending of the three great elves.
In the tide of the times, what is truly right, what is true morality, and what is responsible for the entire civilization?
Without any hesitation, the answer slowly emerged in her mind.
"It's always like this, Loran Hill. Sometimes it takes me a long time to make up my mind to do what I believe is right." The girl complained about her stubborn personality.
She has a sensitive personality, which allows her to detect many mistakes and wrong ideas, but it also causes her to worry about many things and find it difficult to make up her mind when faced with real choices.
You always have to be very careful, very cautious, and think a lot before you actually do it.
"As for the wind, she's still too weak. If it were Brainard, with her cold and indifferent personality, she would have taken action long ago."
Near dusk, the girl sat alone under the windowsill, burying her head gently in her arms, her silver hair swaying slightly on her shoulders and behind her.
The girl who complained and blamed herself spent a long time at the table sorting out her emotions before she slowly sorted out and resolved these thoughts and returned to her former clear-headed self.
The golden afterglow sprinkled on the lake, and a few birds landed among the water plants. After experiencing the heat and noise of the day, the place gradually became quiet.
Walking out of the room, Loran strolled along the golden lakeside bathed in the afterglow, feeling the evening breeze that bent the reeds.
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It was another day's mission, and Jie Lann and several companions came to the fairy hut by the lake to send Shi Yao for the day.
"Here you are again, big guy. Did you bring cake today?" Several fairies familiar to Jelann landed on the tree stump and looked at the people below.
"Yes." Jelann smiled and asked the knight behind him to bring the prepared small cake.
The fairies are not very big, so even if a cake like this is divided among several of them, it will be enough.
After receiving today's gifts, these little guys were obviously much happier.
"Ding ding ding ~ You will have good luck today. This is the lucky blessing of the fairies." Several little guys shook their fingers jokingly, and several small star-like points of light fell.
"Thank you very much." Jie Lann replied happily, then sat in the old place, quietly listening to the moving poem Yao sang by the fairy in the twilight.
The legends of the past seem to be a reappearance of today. Each of those figures always makes people feel some similarity with themselves, making people happy and sad, joyful and crying.
Another poem ended, and the fairies gathered together, lifted the cake, and returned to their own cabin to enjoy it, while Jie Lann sat by the lake in the starry night, motionless for a long time.
The lake water laps gently in the night, and the cool night breeze makes people feel refreshed.
He opened his eyes, looked at the fairy who had already returned, stood up, and walked towards the place where he returned.
Perhaps on a whim, or perhaps by accident, Jelann stopped while crossing a forest road.
"Let's stop here for today. I want to take a walk by the lake alone."
"Yes, Your Highness." The six knights naturally obeyed the order and left. The three accompanying elves looked at each other for a few seconds, and finally left slowly.
"Good night, Lord Jelan." It was already night, and it was impossible for them to go to bed with him. Usually they would send him to the front of the mansion and leave. Today they just went a little earlier.
After everyone left, Jelann felt a sense of freedom and comfort that he had not felt for a long time.
In this forest, he was no longer the eldest son of the Griffin family, the center of attention in the empire, but could now be a poet taking a night walk.
Walking by the lake where the water plants were swaying, he let his thoughts fly and no longer thought about the various family interests and disputes that had been weighing on his mind in recent years.
It seemed like the most carefree time of my youth, when I only looked forward to defeating those masters of the same age with swordsmanship tomorrow, going to the mountains to challenge powerful monsters, and riding horses with my friends in the wilderness under the sunset.
Before she knew it, the poems Yao had copied in the past few days were also sung out loud.
His voice was rough and the tones were all over the place. Sometimes he remembered the lyrics, and sometimes he forgot them and could only hum. It was definitely not as beautiful as the goblins' singing, but there was no one else around, so Jelann sang very happily.
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