When the "crest" appeared in Priscilla's eyes, she felt the surrounding air, and even the magical particles, gather together as if in response to the crest's call.
Within this dragon totem, symbolizing the chilling radiance of ice, flows a surge of abundant azure magical light.
Priscilla took his left hand and examined it closely. Sure enough, it was the legendary emblem.
In the past, scholars generally believed that the holder of the emblem possessed great power and was an existence capable of changing the fate of the kingdom;
But the emblem holder who appeared before him was a novice adventurer who was powerless to even kill a chicken.
"My purpose in going to the capital is to join the Kingdom's Royal Knights. Several years ago, one day, Desfield deciphered the prophecy implied by the seven North Stars in the night sky and foresaw that Valentino would face annihilation. To prevent the kingdom's destruction, she sent me to the capital to persuade the royal family to let me join the Knights."
"The kingdom is destroyed? How could that be!" Priscilla was skeptical. Could this adventurer avoid the so-called catastrophe simply by joining the Royal Knights?
That's ridiculous! He's being chased by a gang of thieves and can barely protect himself, so how can he talk about protecting his country?
Moreover, the Kingdom of Valentino remains prosperous to this day, like an awakened dragon soaring through the sky, showcasing its glory and splendor to the world.
Seeing the joyous harvest in the ancient capital of Waminbele, Priscilla was convinced that the kingdom's prosperity would last forever.
Alphonse suddenly felt his body being grabbed by a strong arm, then thrown away and crashed onto the hard stone floor several meters away.
Just as she staggered to her feet, she suddenly noticed a tall man in black standing next to Priscilla.
Without a doubt, the slam I just suffered was delivered by this person.
“Young man…” the man in black said sternly, “I will arrest you for ‘spreading rumors detrimental to the kingdom’ and for the ‘Golden Apple’.”
"Wait, hey, stop!" Priscilla, his owner, shouted from behind.
"Princess! This person..."
"Ignorance is no excuse, and besides, he's not a bad person."
Faced with the master's stern command, the attendant had no choice but to stop.
Then, Priscilla turned to Alphonse and said sternly, her words carrying a hint of determination: "Valentino will never perish. The kingdom's prosperity is not a mere illusion, but a real existence, just as you and I feel in the capital today."
If a foreign invasion leads to the destruction of the kingdom, the elite members of the royal family—the Royal Knights—will do everything in their power to protect their homeland.
Each of them, like the Black Knight Ray beside me, is powerful enough to resist external enemies even without the power of their crests.
At that time, Alphonse did not tell Priscilla the real reason why the kingdom was about to perish; he simply remained silent and did not continue to argue.
"Princess, it's time to return to the capital. Let me prepare a carriage for you."
"No, no need. According to the original plan, I will return to the capital with Alphonse."
Priscilla extended her hand to Alphonse, who was slumped on the ground, in a friendly manner, her usual calm demeanor already restored.
"But...this young man...Princess, do you remember the story your tutor, Saint Zephys, once told you? Aphrodite's 'apple' would trigger the Trojan War!"
"Enough, enough! You're so annoying! There's nothing in our prosperous kingdom that could cause a war! It's settled then!" Priscilla seemed a little impatient, and her attendants were helpless against the princess's capriciousness.
"Alphonse, don't let what just happened ruin your trip. I know you didn't mean to."
Alphonse did not speak.
"It's a rare occasion to coincide with the harvest festival today, so why don't we relax tonight, stay in Shidu for the night, enjoy a feast with the people, and then continue our journey back to the capital the next day!"
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It was the middle of the night, the moon was bright and the stars were few. Philsa awoke from her sleep, her consciousness still somewhat hazy, her body inexplicably heavy, and her mind confused.
Sherry curled up beside him, sleeping like a little rabbit, her mouth slightly open, as if she were talking in her sleep.
Upon careful recollection, it seems I had a very long dream during the first half of the night.
That dream felt as real as a memory in my mind, as if it were an adventure I had experienced.
It's like someone else telling you a story, and you're just a character in that script.
He dreamt that he had become the young man named Alphonse, traveling with Priscilla, reaching the City of Time, climbing the Tower of Reversal... and the dream ended there.
The excruciating pain in her hand jolted Philsa back to reality.
This time the pain was more intense than ever before.
He raised his numb left hand, searching for the source of the excruciating pain in the blurry darkness. A moment later, he discovered a mysterious mark on the back of his hand, radiating a phosphorescent blue light.
A burst of magical light caught Philsa's eye, and he thought to himself in surprise, "No way, this is... a crest?"
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