"I think so."
"you……"
The meeting hall was plunged into a tense and depressing atmosphere, and two voices emerged within the originally united conservative faction. One was to win by any means necessary, believing that only by winning could one have everything; the other was to stick to principles even if one failed, otherwise what was the point of being conservative?
The two sides gradually reached a stalemate, but neither side wanted to escalate the conflict, as that would only make the open-minded opponents a laughing stock. There was still some rationality in this. After all, everyone present was able to sit in the position they are in today, so at least they were not fools.
"Huh...that's all." An old elf took the initiative to leave the table and no longer participated in the subsequent discussion.
Seeing this, others slowly made their choices, some left, and some chose to stay.
After the number of people stabilized, the scholar who proposed to introduce special means to win slowly stood up.
"Time is running out. Now let me introduce to you the special way to win." There was a hint of fanaticism on his face, and one hand was clenched into a fist under the table.
At this moment, the second competition started in the venue outside the house.
"Narcissus crown, Fagotilan."
"Cui Ling Flower Crown, Xi Lu Lu Ai."
"The Fairy's Utopia·The Second Movement·Wandering on the Night of Snow Weeping."
A light snow began to fall, even though it was midsummer. Two figures once again danced, twirled, and sang in the forest, while the icy flowers that blew incessantly danced wildly in the air.
The ice spikes were as sharp as blades and the arrows were as fast as rain. The two geniuses in the forest kept colliding and fighting. The figures of the two sides fighting and the aftermath turned a large number of trees and grass into ice withers and snow powder.
In this way, time passes slowly.
Until the last piece turned into a lifelike and beautiful ice sculpture, reflecting bursts of brilliance in the sunlight.
"Open faction, Fagotilan wins!"
At this point, the liberal faction and the conservative faction once again formed a balance of power and were at a stalemate. As dusk approached and the evening light dyed the earth, the last competition of the day began.
"The Fairy's Utopia·The Third Movement·The Cold Love of Time."
After the ritual officer finished his announcement, two special figures slowly walked onto the stage. They were so similar, so identical, and so moving that when the two faced each other, it was as if they were looking at themselves in the mirror and smiling.
"Good afternoon, my gentle sister, Aethea."
"Good afternoon, my naughty sister, Etesi."
The two twin princesses stood on each side of the platform. They had the same beautiful faces, the same gorgeous dresses, and even the same weapons and eyes.
However, these twin sisters who grew up together are now taking different paths.
"Then let's get started."
Two figures covered with transparent cicada wings took off in the twilight of the forest, and a song as cold as ice but as passionate as fire resounded in the forest.
The ballad of time was once so gentle, bringing everything into being.
The passing of time is so cruel, separating everything indifferently.
All this will eventually become the past.
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