903 of the Holy Calendar, the 13th day of the Summer Flower Month.
The border of the Foresta Empire, the northern ice field, at the foot of the Three Sages Snow Mountain.
This snowfield once belonged to Ceylon.
But at this moment, only a few wild beasts were walking around on the desolate ruins of the town, becoming the only life in the broken ruins.
boom--
A roaring storm suddenly came, bringing snowflakes flying all over the ice field.
It was a gigantic crowned griffin, its jet-black wings blocking out the sun. The awe-inspiring majesty emanating from the griffin's body made the surrounding beasts prostrate themselves on the ground.
A considerable number of the wild beasts that are qualified to live in the polar regions are extraordinary creatures, and there are many beast kings of the fifth and sixth levels among them.
However, in front of the majestic crowned griffin, even the emperor-level beast king seemed no different from an ant at this moment.
...
...
This is a seventh-order legendary crowned griffin, equivalent to a legendary beastmaster among humans, and even rarer.
After all, the pets contracted by most legendary beastmasters are only at the peak of the emperor level. It is only with the amplification and power blessing of the seven soul contracts that they can be on par with legendary pets.
The next moment, a graceful figure jumped down lightly from the back of the giant griffin.
"Go find food nearby. Many of the wild animals here have participated in the beast tide that besieged Ceylon."
"Although the wanted criminal is dead, the destruction of Ceylon is also closely related to those beast kings. There is no need to show mercy."
Isadella patted the huge crowned griffin's head and spoke softly.
The moment it heard Isadella's command, this legendary pet beast, which was worthy of being worshipped as a totem in the Lost Realm, nodded obediently like a kitten, flapped its wings and took off again.
As Isadella's contracted pet, this crowned griffin had personally experienced the thousand years of fantasy time, and it was precisely because of this long period of time that it was promoted to a legend.
Therefore, it naturally knew why its master came to Ceylon, which had already been reduced to ruins...
All of this is to commemorate that man.
The man whose master was determined to get him back even at the cost of risking the course of history and the entire world.
So at this time, it is better to be smart and get away from it.
The crowned griffin flapped its wings and flew away quickly.
Isadela stood on the ruins of Ceylon, calmly looking down at everything in front of her with her beautiful red eyes.
The pure silver hair fluttered in the cold wind of the north, and even the black and red military cloak with a black eagle pattern outlined in golden silk thread also fluttered in the cold wind, but the second princess of the empire was not moved at all.
"Is this the city where you were born and raised?"
The princess's soft whispers disappeared in the wind, and no one heard them.
And she walked lightly in this deserted ruin.
From the Earl of Winter's mansion in the center of the ruins, which was completely burned down by fire and only the broken metal frame remained, to the deserted houses and shops on the outskirts of the town.
Finally, Isadela left Ceylon.
A few miles outside of Ceylon, we stopped deep in a cedar forest.
It was a simple and unpretentious wooden hut located deep in the forest.
Because it is not located in the city of Ceylon, this hut in the woods was not destroyed by the fire that burned the city and the subsequent beast tide that massacred the city, and it still remains in good condition.
"Is this Xia's former home in Ceylon?"
Isadella stopped outside the cabin and spoke softly while looking at the simple little house.
"Well, this is it."
The Southern Supervisor Fioren, who had also dispersed the black-scaled Asian dragon that he was riding and had been guarding silently beside him all the way, answered respectfully.
"Although because Ceylon has long been destroyed, some of the information is difficult to verify."
"However, after using the time-related pets and holy relics to investigate, we were able to restore some of Ceylon's past."
"Shaya Egut was adopted by an old hunter from the ice field of Ceylon when he was very young."
As he spoke, Fioren pointed to the wooden house in front of him.
“And this wooden house is the hunting lodge of the old hunter.”
"After the old hunter died, this hunter's hut became the home where Char lived until the fall of Ceylon and where he spent his entire childhood."
While answering respectfully, Fioren looked at the princess in front of him with some doubt.
Ever since the budding moon, the Second Princess seemed like a different person in her eyes.
From the month of budding to the month of summer flowers, a full three months have passed. Whenever Isadella has some free time, she will go looking for the boy's former footprints.
From the now empty mansion in the Black Lily district of the imperial capital, to the knowledge city of Lugia where he had stayed for several years to study in the Black Tower, to Ceylon which had been reduced to ruins.
However, the young man who had shined at the dinner party not long ago and became the focus of the entire Western Continent, disappeared without any warning, along with the young girl who had been confirmed to be the only daughter of Earl Winter.
The last trace they left behind was the hotel in the arcane city of Lugia.
There, Isadella had a secret conversation with the Lord of the White Tower, the Silver Witch, who had also taken action at the dinner and killed Count Guderian.
No one knows the content of the secret conversation, but after that, the Second Princess chose to temporarily put aside the mountains of military and political affairs and embarked on a journey to trace Char's past footsteps.
At this critical moment when the whole empire was in turmoil and the imperial power was changing, Isadella, as the first candidate for the throne, made such a willful decision, which naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of many powerful officials in the empire and even the elders of the royal family.
However, above Parliament.
Isadella simply rejected all the doubts with a simple remark.
"Shaya Eggot."
"He is the future prince of the empire."
"That's right, my beloved and beloved."
"He will be my husband after I ascend the throne, and it can only be him."
Such a grand declaration to the future spouse.
It is conceivable what kind of uproar this will cause in the entire Western Continent.
It can even be said that this is a declaration that directly determines the fate of the empire for the next few decades.
As a former member of the White Tower and a servant of both the princess and the Silver Witch, Fioren knew more and was even more confused.
If she guessed correctly...
The Lord of the White Tower from his mother's family clearly had a crush on Xia Eggot, and he was the kind who pursued her.
Her Royal Highness's open declaration was clearly a declaration of war against the Blue Silver Witch as a love rival.
It was obvious that the Empire and the White Tower had finally established a connection and became allies, and the White Tower even opened a branch in the imperial capital.
By doing this, His Highness is clearly pushing the two forces, which are in their honeymoon period, into the fire pit.
What if the White Tower and the Empire really broke up, with his current employer on one side and his mother's family on the other? Just thinking about it made Fioren feel overwhelmed.
"besides……"
"Shaya Eggot."
Fioren repeated the name in her mind again, a name she had repeated countless times in the past six months.
His Majesty the Tower Master is fine...but how did Her Royal Highness the Princess get entangled with him?
Clearly, more than three months ago, Fioren could see clearly that the relationship between Princess Isadela and Char was just that of a trustworthy swordsman and relatively familiar friends.
It is far from the point where they have a mutual affection or an ambiguous relationship.
How come in just the blink of an eye, the seeds of affection that hadn't even shown any signs of budding had already sublimated into love, and even reached the point of directly choosing the future king's husband?
It was possible for an imperial princess, a legendary powerhouse, and the future empress to make such a resolute declaration.
How unforgettable is the love between them?
…
On the other hand, Isadella didn't care about Fioren's gossip.
After the fantasy zone was corrected by the correct history, even the legends could only detect some unnatural things in the long river of time.
Only the throne and the demigods can retain the complete memory of that vanished timeline.
Isadella certainly knew that her actions would be questioned and misunderstood by the ministers and even the family elders, but she didn't care.
If not, she would not have betrayed the entire Round Table and established the Fantasy Belt.
Moreover, with her current status, she has already had the qualifications to ignore all criticisms from others and do what she wants.
Isadella gently reached out and pushed the wooden door in front of her.
The wooden door of the hunter's cabin creaked open.
Isadella did not let Fioren follow her, but walked in alone and looked at everything in the room.
The space is neither too big nor too small.
There was a single bed and a wooden table on which lay a cheap hourglass and a smoldering candle. All the furniture was covered with a thick layer of dust.
There is a wooden bookshelf against the wall. Looking around, it is full of enlightenment books related to basic arcane, magical technology, and beast taming knowledge.
These books would seem very ordinary in a city of knowledge, but they are quite rare in a small border town like Ceylon. Apart from the private collections of lords and nobles, they can only be obtained from some traveling merchants.
Obviously, it is not easy for Char to collect all these enlightenment books.
Isadella looked carefully at the books on the bookshelf. Every book was old and some were even torn from being read.
Every blank space on the page of the book was filled with notes written in upright handwriting.
In the books related to magical technology, Isadella saw several simple drafts and concept drawings of structures.
Although it was very sloppy, Isadela still recognized from the draft the kind of black mecha that Char used in the final battle of Esgania, as well as the prototype of the alchemical bomb that exploded like a star.
Directly opposite the wooden table is a window, through which you can see the spruce forest and the Three Sages Snow Mountains towering into the clouds, looming beyond the shade of the forest.
Isadella imagined Char as a child.
A young boy wearing thick animal skins came back excitedly with the fish he had caught from the ice to cook fish soup with the old hunter.
She imagined Shaya living alone in Ceylon after the old hunter died.
A half-grown child, carrying a short bow and followed by a petite snow marten, took the spoils of today's hunting and exchanged them for a few simple and worn enlightenment books and paper and pens from a traveling merchant.
She imagined Char as a teenager.
The young man with black hair and black eyes, in the dim candlelight on the table, took a feather pen that had been worn to a bulge, and drew the mechanical creation of his imagination on the book, with a starry sky in the background.
Spring warmth, summer days, autumn days, winter nights... one year, two years...
He grew up slowly in this simple hunter's cabin and then appeared in front of him.
Isadela stretched out her white fingers and lit the candle, the flickering candlelight reflected in her beautiful red eyes.
"How lucky."
She murmured.
Fortunately, that day, I invited him to become the Swordsman.
Fortunately, on the day I pulled out the sword from the stone, I was able to meet him again in another identity.
Fortunately, the long wait that spanned a thousand years in the fantasy belt did not become a fantasy, but ushered in a real miracle.
…
Isadella stayed in this simple hunter's cabin for a long time, until the sun set and the cold moonlight fell on the snowy field again.
Although there were countless magnificent buildings in the imperial capital that were hundreds or thousands of times more luxurious than this little house, she had never been so attached to it and stayed there for so long.
Buzz——
There was a buzzing sound from the magic voice transmission terminal outside the house.
Isadella extinguished the candle on the wooden table, moved her mental power slightly, and gently swept away all the dust in the room.
After doing all this, the silver-haired princess walked out of the closed wooden door and left the hunter's lodge.
She raised her eyes slightly and looked at Fioren who had just received the magician's voice transmission outside the wooden house.
The slight bit of tenderness that Isadela had revealed in the cabin earlier also disappeared, and was replaced by a solemn and murderous look.
"What's wrong"
"Secrets have been received from the southern border bordering the Lost Realm."
Fioren spoke respectfully.
"In the Lost Territory, the frequency of the beast tide's movements has increased significantly recently, and those large-scale evil cults also seem to be mobilizing their followers."
"Also, according to the secret report from the Sword Wielders organization that was rebuilt in the Imperial Capital."
"It seems that the other oath-taking families and great nobles who had disappeared due to the defeat of the Borgia family and the death of Guderian, and who had obediently given up resistance and allowed us to take back their power -"
"Recently, their connection with the Lost Realm, especially the cult, has become closer. They must be planning something in secret."
There was a hint of hesitation in Fioren's eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he spoke again.
"Given my status, it may seem a bit presumptuous to criticize the current emperor of the empire like this."
"But everyone in the empire knows that your father, the current emperor, is in increasingly poor health, and the succession ceremony is imminent."
"I think the unrest is probably because they want to plot something in the ceremony of the succession of the imperial power in the empire."
Fioren looked at Isadella and said, "Your Highness, I think that at the moment when the White Tower and the Empire are allied... those sworn families and great nobles are not fools."
"The reason they dared to rebel even though the Borgia family had been killed as a warning to others must be because they had gained new confidence."
"Moreover, this kind of confidence is something that no single cult or lost kingdom can give them. After all, just a few months ago at the dinner, Lord Silviata had personally demonstrated the strength of the throne."
"I think there is only one source that can drive them to be so eager that they can no longer respect the throne."
"That is..."
"The Abyss itself, huh?"
Isadella's solemn voice echoed in the desolate cedar forest.
Fioren had never set foot in the legend, so naturally he was unaware of what had happened in the long river of history.
But Isadella knew very well that those true gods who came from the abyss could not possibly be completely ignorant of that replaced history.
A king of the fantasy belt was able to return intact... This is a very incredible event even in the eyes of a true god.
Especially since he possesses the Holy Sword, and killed a large coalition of abyss monsters a thousand years ago.
Even the ancient god of the abyss, Crimson Moon, fell in that fantasy belt.
So at this moment, both himself and Char must have entered the sight of the abyss.
Especially Char, who not only accomplished the feat of killing Zhu Yue, but also wiped out the concepts and the Star Grail together, making it impossible for him to even wait for resurrection in the Star Realm.
For the abyss, it is a deep-rooted hatred. All true gods born from the abyss will undoubtedly want to get rid of this freak that can completely kill the gods as soon as possible.
This hatred is endless and will not fade away with the passage of thousands of years, because no true god of the abyss would want to see Char continue to become stronger and then come to "kill" him.
"Because you can't find any trace of him, you want to attack me first while I'm still in the open?"
"I feel that as the king of the fantasy belt who has been burdened with sins, even if I return, my strength will inevitably be greatly reduced due to the correction force. It seems that I still retain the status of the throne, but in fact I am just a figurehead with a strong appearance but a weak heart..."
"And the Holy Sword, as the foundation of the Fantasy Belt, is crushed by the correction force, so it is difficult to reproduce the power of its most prosperous period?"
A hint of chill flashed across Isadella's beautiful red eyes.
She stretched out her hand slightly, and illusory golden light gathered in the void.
Then, it condensed into a golden sword.
If it were a normal situation, it might really be as the Abyss thought.
However, due to the efforts of a certain young man, all their plans were doomed to come to nothing.
Isadella looked towards the distant Three Sages Snow Mountain.
But the sight seemed to pass through the mountains and clouds and reach another illusory world.
Although the entire Western Continent felt that Char, who had been missing for three months, could never be found again.
Maybe he got lost in the dimensional rift, or maybe he was secretly killed by a cult. It is very likely that he is dead.
However, Isadella always believed that the boy with black hair and black eyes was somewhere in the multiverse, quietly waiting for the opportunity to meet her again.
This trust seemed vague and unreasonable, but Isadella still believed in it.
This time, she would not do stupid things like creating Valheim, trying to revive the dead, or even establishing a fantasy belt for this purpose.
Before leaving, the young man made a promise with her to fulfill his dream of being a king and a knight in the real world and to become the hero of her story.
Therefore, she would believe him unconditionally.
Because the boy is such a guy who values his promises, even if she is trapped in a fantasy belt thousands of years ago, he will step on time and save her from the abyss of despair.
And this time, he will never break his promise.
"In that case."
"Then let me eliminate all those who are plotting against you before you return."
"Then, I will use the blood of the ancient god of the abyss to welcome your return."
The silver-haired princess's mumbling voice disappeared in the howling cold wind of the north, and no one heard it.
"And, announce to the entire Western Continent—"
"You are my husband, and also the lover of the Empress of the Empire."
…
What meets the eye is a boundless darkness, with some illusory stars looming at the end of the extremely dark world, reflecting the dazzling starlight.
It's like an illusory sea of stars.
This is the so-called astral realm, also known as the "outside of the world".
It is the most secretive, vastest, and the place where countless mysteries converge in the entire multiverse.
No matter whether it is a legend, a throne, a demigod or a true god, once they enter the depths of the astral realm, it is like a stone falling into the ocean. Unless they are located by astral mark, they will be impossible to track.
There is no telling how many ancient beings, who were believed by the world to be fallen, missing, or dead, are hiding deep in the star realm.
Suddenly, those thousands of dim stars twinkled at the same moment.
The starlight is shattered.
First, there were high heels made of crystal.
Then there was the pitch-black Gothic long skirt and the crown made of rare dark red metal, lingering around the snow-white neck.
The golden elf, with only one eye open, stood in the sea of stars, calmly scanning the eternal and unchanging ripples of the starry sky.
The next moment, the golden elf wizard's left eye, which had been closed, quietly opened, and faint blue flames slowly danced in the beautiful red-gold eyes.
The imprint of time flowed in the starry sky, and a piece of illusory river of time was silently reflected in the left eye of the golden elf girl.
Feel the unreal time flowing in your eyes.
After a long time, the golden elf girl sighed softly.
"What do you mean by wanting to be the 'leading actor who makes my heart flutter'?" ”
"But, how many people are you going to be the leading man for?"
The cold voice echoed in the illusory sea of stars.
"ten years……"
"ten years."
For some reason, the golden elf's cold muttering contained a rare hint of gnashing of teeth.
But soon, the golden elf wizard who bore the name of "Page of Eternity" gently extended his hand.
A white finger was pointed out lightly.
The next moment.
The spatial fluctuations spread out.
In a very short period of time, it turned into thousands of sharp space cracks.
Through the pitch-black cracks, you can see the cracks in space.
The empty and quiet road seemed like a sleeping palace.
………………
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