She wondered what exactly was the short sword in Alphonse's hand that had brought about such a deadly disaster.
Seeing that he still looked innocent and completely unaware, I was really worried for him.
"Speaking of which, is today a holiday?"
Alphonse was completely oblivious to the danger lurking around him, captivated by the lively atmosphere of the city.
"Huh? It seems so. Today appears to be 'Harvest Day,' a festival unique to the City of Time."
During the harvest season, Wominberry is a scene of joyous beauty.
As far as Priscilla knows, the City of Time primarily cultivates a crop that thrives in snowmelt environments.
This year, with its auspicious snowfall, Shidu has enjoyed a bountiful and delightful harvest.
The farmers believed that this was the return of the snow goddess Snowva, who brought divine blessings to the capital.
So, in the past few days, taking advantage of the annual "Harvest Festival", a celebration called "Auspicious Snow and Bountiful Year" was held.
Travelers from afar seemed to be caught up in the festive atmosphere, putting away their swords and shields, changing into their usual casual clothes, and immersing themselves in the annual celebration.
"Should we go see the most famous building in the City of Time—the Tower of Reversal?"
"Huh? But... wait a minute..." Before Priscilla could answer, Alphonse reached out and grabbed her arm without saying a word, pulling her towards the towering building ahead.
“Hey, it’s dangerous if you wander around!” Priscilla warned.
"It's okay. There are a lot of people at the Reverse Time Tower, so they probably won't dare to do anything reckless. Let's go."
Is this Alphonse missing a screw in his head or something? Priscilla didn't refute it. To be honest, she had never been to the famous historical sites of the capital before, so it wouldn't hurt to take advantage of this only opportunity to visit them.
The bronze-colored tower seems to bear the marks of time left by history, covered with scars of war.
Nevertheless, the Tower of Reverse Time has stood firm for a thousand years, its history a testament to war, storms, and scars.
It can be said that it is the oldest building in the Kingdom of Valentino, and like a giant, it has witnessed the rise and prosperity of the kingdom to this day.
It took the two of them two full hours to reach the top of the tower.
While Priscilla breathed in the fresh air that only existed high in the sky, Alphonse was panting heavily, looking as if he was about to collapse from exhaustion.
From this observation deck, you can get a panoramic view of Valentino.
A distant view came into Priscilla's emerald eyes.
The borders of Valentino extend east to the edge of the Great Desert of Felion, west to the mysterious Sea of the Dead, north to the frozen Snowval Mountains, and to the south, which is not visible from here, bordering the southern borders of some small southern barbarian kingdoms.
This is my country, not vast and expansive, but so small that I can witness its entire territory right here.
I wish I could conquer more territory with my father.
Therefore, one must possess the power of the "Crest".
My thirst for power is an obsession that others cannot understand. The enduring existence of the kingdom is my innate responsibility.
"What are you thinking about? You look unhappy."
Alphonse suddenly brought his face very close and asked.
"Huh?" Priscilla blushed and turned her head to the other side, her flowing hair brushing against his face.
"I wonder if I can see Alphonse's hometown from the top of the tower?"
“That’s it…” He pointed to the vast snowfield of Buriza in front of a sea of trees and said proudly, “The snowfield is my home.”
"But as far as I know, the Buliza snowfield is completely deserted, isn't it?"
“That’s right, that’s exactly it…” As he spoke, Alphonse’s eyes remained fixed on the snowfield where he had once lived, and memories flooded his mind.
“I was raised by a white dragon named Desfield.”
"You...you must be joking, right? The Pure White Holy Dragon Desfield? That's a mythical beast recorded in ancient books! Even in this era of magical revival, we still haven't discovered the existence of any legendary mythical beasts."
Priscilla was incredulous at what the boy was saying, but he shouldn't be lying. If he had something he didn't want to tell others, he would only remain silent and wouldn't lie to deceive others.
"Since monsters also exist in this world like humans, it's not surprising that there are also mythical beasts, right? Monsters and mythical beasts, apart from the difference of one word, are actually the same kind of twin mythical beast species. That's what Desfield taught me before."
"I want to see the pure white holy dragon with my own eyes. Can you take me back to where you used to live?"
"Where you live?" This word seemed to strike Alphonse's most vulnerable spot, and his face immediately darkened. "I...can't go back."
"Otherwise, I really can't believe it."
The boy remained silent. After a moment, he muttered to himself with a self-deprecating tone, "Indeed, no one will believe it."
Priscilla realized she had misspoke. "I'm sorry, but..."
At this moment, to prove to the girl that he was telling the truth, Alphonse seemed to have made up his mind and slowly raised his left hand. "I have evidence. Let me show you this mark. It was engraved for me by Desfield herself. Although she said I shouldn't show it to outsiders, saying it would bring death upon me. But... what about you..."
After saying that, Alphonse took off the coarse cloth glove on his left hand, revealing the "mark" on the back of his hand.
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