On Isadella's index finger, a black eagle emblem was shining.
The next moment, Char sensed a slight fluctuation of magical power.
An invisible soundproof barrier spread out with Isadella as the center. After wrapping the space between the two people, it stopped expanding, isolating the carriage driver and other attendants from their conversation.
"The affairs of Ceylon have nothing to do with the Theocracy."
Char spoke.
When he first learned some clues about the destruction of Ceylon, he did wonder whether Warwick, a wanted criminal of the Holy See, was a drama directed and performed by the Theocracy itself.
After all, the Western Continent where he was located was a standard Western fantasy world. According to his inherent impression that had been poisoned by online novels and various ACG works in his previous life, apart from the Inquisition and the hunting of wizards, the Holy See seemed to have only the label of a villain who was sinisterly messing around with conspiracies to destroy the world.
In fact, Char was already prepared to be brought to trial on trumped-up charges by the Vatican, and to stage a classic plot of rebellion against God.
However, based on the information collected and verified by Char later, this speculation was eventually overturned.
...
...
It is a cause for celebration that the Holy See, which symbolizes light, no longer has to play the villain role.
Isadella looked at Xia deeply.
Although nominally speaking, Char was a citizen of the empire, the more she came into contact with him, the more she found it difficult to see through him.
Whether it was his teacher from the golden elves, or the one who seemed to have descended from the sky and even seriously injured a legendary blue silver witch in order to protect him...
Even now, he has channels to verify such confidential information within the church.
Isadela understood Char's character. If he was not 100% sure, he would never make such a definitive statement.
"It seems that I was worrying too much."
"Augutina has controlled the Shadow Council for so many years, and is quite proficient in interrogation, torture, and even soul searching. Now that Guderian has fallen into her hands, he can no longer keep secrets."
Isadela did not ask Char about the source of the information, but simply nodded calmly.
Of course she knew that Char was hiding many secrets, but as a princess and future empress, Isadella also had the magnanimity to tolerate others.
No matter what secrets there are, as long as Char is willing to stand on his side, that is enough.
"Also, the 'Golden Dawn' mentioned by Augustina..."
The second princess frowned slightly. "I have heard the teacher mention this term before. It seems to be an ancient society of extraordinary people, but I don't know much specific information."
After all, she is still too young, only in her early twenties.
Although relying on her amazing talent and crazy practice, Isadella has already stood at the top of the Western Continent in terms of her strength as a beastmaster.
But in terms of accumulation of experience and secret knowledge, they are far from being comparable to those ancient legends who have lived for more than a hundred years.
"Since Augustina reminded me, I will ask the teacher and the secret affairs department to investigate later."
"Also, you have to be careful. This dinner has a huge impact, and Borgia has invited so many guests that it is impossible to hide it... You and Her Majesty Silvia both stole the spotlight at this dinner, and the news about you will soon spread throughout the entire Western Continent."
"If the destruction of Ceylon is really related to the Golden Dawn, then you and Arora, as the only two survivors of Ceylon, will inevitably enter the sight of the Golden Dawn. It is hard to say what attitude that ancient society will have towards you. ”
"And an ancient society that could subtly influence the decision-making of Guderian, a veteran legend... the power behind it may be far beyond our imagination."
Isadella's gaze was directed towards the distant night sky.
"After all, God knows how many beings who have abandoned humanity and turned to divinity are lurking in those secondary planes, dimensional cracks, and the astral realms."
Her words were somewhat vague, but Char could understand what Isadella meant.
In the Western Continent, there are only a dozen or so legends currently active in the open, and each of them is very famous.
However, the lifespan of a legend is at least several hundred years.
Moreover, with the legendary beastmaster's soul strength that has turned into a spiritual ocean, there are too many ways to forcibly prolong his life and linger on.
Let’s not talk about the situation where the race itself is immortal… Whether it is signing a contract with a plant-type pet to strengthen vitality, or using the forbidden technique of the necromancy sect to transform oneself into an undead creature, or simply taking over another body to reincarnate…
For a legend, if he really wants to survive, it may not be impossible to survive for a thousand years.
In the archives of most ancient legends, they are simply "missing" rather than "dead". From the old era to the present, no one knows how many legends have existed. Just like Sylvia, if you find a secondary plane to seal yourself, no one knows whether you are dead or alive.
Of course, Silvia sealed herself in the hopes of reuniting with Char, but the same can be said of the other legends.
Hundreds of years have passed, and everything they once cherished... family, relatives and friends have long passed away. What remains in their hearts is only the obsession with becoming a god.
In this revived ancient legend, divinity has long been greater than humanity, which also means that secular morality is almost completely unable to restrain it.
"Both the Holy Sword and the Holy Lance were born with the will of the plane. They are weapons forged from the planet itself, and they carry the purpose of "saving the world" from the beginning of their forging. ”
"The last time the Holy Sword and Holy Lance appeared was nearly a thousand years ago, in the old era before the Holy Calendar was established..."
“And now that they have recognized their master and revived again, does it mean that a world far more chaotic than the period of the ‘Land of Disaster’ and comparable to the end of the Old Era is about to come? ”
There was a hint of coldness in the princess' beautiful red eyes.
"However, no matter how ancient the past those resurrected people came from."
"But since we have chosen to revive in this era, we must abide by the order of this era..."
"Otherwise, since it's gone, it's gone forever."
…
"Your Highness the Princess has great ambitions."
Standing on the second floor of the mansion, looking at the back of the Black Eagle carriage moving farther and farther away on the street towards the outside of the city, Char couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart.
This is the ambition to pacify the troubled times and defeat all those ancient legends that may be revived.
But it is also true that if he did not have such determination, he would probably not have been able to make the holy sword recognize his master.
"Char-nii-san, I'm leaving now too."
Sylvia held out a small notebook and handed it to Char. On it was a line of beautiful light golden handwriting.
As early as the final act of the remnants of history, Char had already helped her complete the empty and damaged twilight authority and divinity in the depths of her soul.
In addition, more than five hundred years have passed, and Sylvia is now able to fully control her own strength and power. She no longer has to worry about her words turning into spirits that slaughter innocent people as she did when she first came into contact with the Dusk Divinity.
But even so, she still prefers to communicate with others through writing. This is a self-discipline skill that Char taught her more than 500 years ago, and it has become a habit today. Xia nodded: "Well, do you want to discuss with Deputy Tower Master Ishvedta and the others about opening a branch of the White Tower in the Imperial Capital?"
Sylvia blinked her beautiful silver eyes and nodded, and the light golden words on the small notebook slowly emerged.
"More than five hundred years ago, after I became a legend, the Golden Dawn sent an envoy to contact me."
"I sensed a similar aura from him."
"He should have also contained the incomplete divinity or authority in some special way, just like me, but the degree of integration is much inferior to mine."
With Sylvia's mental strength, Isadella's soundproof barrier solidified on the ring naturally could not stop her, or rather, she didn't intend to stop her.
"But, although it is similar, that is not the path I pursue..."
The short line of text in the small notebook contains an extremely heavy weight.
The legendary rank represents a transition in the essence of life, from human to non-human.
Most beastmasters knew nothing about the realms above Legend, but as a throne-level beastmaster, Sylvia could see through some of the fog above Legend.
Generally speaking, there are two paths above the legend.
One is to receive fragments of divinity and authority, become a mythical creature, a demigod... or even create a kingdom of God, spread faith, and eventually ascend to the throne of God and become a true God. This path can also be called the "path to becoming a god."
This is the most traceable and most methodical path.
The seven righteous gods of the Church of Dawn, and even the false gods and evil gods that originated from the abyss and worshipped by cults...all of them are on this road, the only difference is how far they have gone.
And Sylvia, who has contained all the divinity and authority of the half body of the ancient god of Twilight since birth, is theoretically the most perfect candidate to embark on the path of becoming a god... She only needs to fully embrace the authority and divinity of Twilight to be promoted directly from legend to demigod.
But Sylvia didn't do that.
Because she doesn't want to forget her original heart as a human being and become a mythical creature that is high above, looking down on all living beings and has lost its humanity. Gods are powerful because of faith, but they will also change their self-cognition because of faith, and eventually evolve into an existence that conforms to the imagination of most believers.
Or to be more precise, she was afraid that when they met again, Char would hate her for being like this.
So Sylvia chose another more difficult path, and refused the idea of integrating divinity and authority and ascending to heaven in one step, and simply used the power of dusk as pure power... but continued to walk on the path of a legendary beastmaster as a human being.
This is a more difficult road. Every legend's path is completely different. Even if there is a precedent of a throne-level beastmaster, no one knows whether their own path can lead to the other side.
Fortunately, Sylvia won the bet and eventually surpassed that limit and achieved the throne.
"At that time, I was busy searching for clues about you, Brother Char, so I didn't pay attention to the invitation from the Golden Dawn."
"But it is indeed a rather ancient and mysterious organization. Even an ordinary messenger is a legend who embarked on the path to godhood... If my estimation is correct, there should be more than one demigod in the Golden Dawn."
Sylvia lowered her eyes slightly, not wanting Xia to see the bone-chilling coldness in those beautiful silver eyes.
In terms of rank alone, demigods and thrones are equal, but there is also a gap in accumulation. A newly promoted throne like Sylvia certainly has a gap compared to those demigods who have been around for thousands of years.
However, if they really have feelings for Brother Xia...
A moment later, when the silver-haired girl raised her pretty face again, the icy chill had disappeared.
"In short, Char-nii-san, you'd better be careful."
The corners of her mouth curved into a slight smile.
"However, I am also worried that when I'm away, Brother Char will be targeted by those with ulterior motives."
"So, I will leave one of my pets at Brother Char's house."
"Well, see you later, Char-nii-san."
Pale golden words quietly emerged in the void.
The next moment, Sylvia's graceful figure slowly faded away.
A few seconds later, it disappeared into the glow of dusk.
The huge mansion seemed a little deserted for a moment, with only Char and Airola left.
"I'll do the dishes."
The blonde girl then stood up from her chair and withdrew her gaze from Char.
This also made Xia breathe a sigh of relief, because not everyone could bear Xiao Ai's "gaze from the queen".
Aurora began to clear the dishes on the table. As she was clearing, she suddenly said softly, "Do you want a lap pillow tonight?"
With the entry of Sylvia, the girl finally felt a huge sense of crisis and began to try to take the initiative to give benefits to Xia.
Xia wiped the spilled wine on the table with a rag, and helped pick up a pile of porcelain bowls. He took the girl into his arms and said, "How about a miniskirt without stockings?"
Snap——
A pair of wooden chopsticks were broken on the spot.
The girl's ears under her golden hair suddenly turned red.
"Let me think about it..."
She snatched the remaining dishes and chopsticks from Xia Ya's hands, lowered her head and ran away like a flash. Soon, the sound of water splashing could be heard in the kitchen.
Huh, now you know who the one above is?
Just as Xia was about to go over and tease her, he suddenly remembered the last words Sylvia said before she left.
"Leave a pet of your own at my house?"
He glanced around the mansion.
All I saw was a white cat with soft silver fur taking a nap with its eyes closed on the sofa not far away.
The white cat's demeanor is quite elegant, with a sense of inviolable nobility.
The next moment, as if aware of Char's gaze, the white cat opened its eyes, revealing its pale silver pupils.
It moved closer to Char and let out a lazy cat meow.
Meow--
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