With the ascension of the new empress Isadela of the empire, and the settlement of the previous incident of many evil gods descending simultaneously in the imperial capital.
The entire Fresta Empire and even the Western Continent have returned to their long-lost peace.
Everything seemed to have returned to the way things were.
The nobles of the Upper City came and went in the parliament and toasted each other at the banquet. Although the several sworn families that had led the rebellion earlier had fallen, there was a vacancy in the core power of the imperial capital, which would naturally be filled by other people and forces.
The biggest piece of the pie is divided among the royal family, the White Tower and the Shadow Council, while the remaining corners will naturally be scrambled for by other newly-promoted nobles.
The young people in the Black Lily District were talking about the new book "The Legend of Xiao Huohuo" recently published by the Royal Book Society, as well as the latest gossip in the imperial capital.
The hottest gossip right now is when Queen Isadela and the officially announced royal husband will get married, and some people even opened betting on it.
Amid the hustle and bustle, it seemed no different from the hundreds of years of peace that had passed in the Fourth Epoch.
However, this peaceful appearance——
...
...
No one knows whether it will be a daily routine that will continue in the long run, or whether it is just a brief break between storms.
Perhaps, as the Creator of the Glorious Age, the Old Sun God, had imagined, having touched a higher-level deity, he really had the ability to rewrite the past at will.
However, the future is something that no one, not even gods, can determine.
There are many relics in this world that can peek into the past or even rewrite the past, such as the "Hourglass of Time" held by the Queen of the Night, Augustina.
However, no matter how powerful or high-ranking one's divination and precognition abilities are, what one can only glimpse is just the tip of the iceberg of fate, not the full picture of the future.
"Think about it carefully. Even if we count the time in reality, we have known each other for ten years."
"And if we take into account the time spent in the Garden of Eden—"
"Then our acquaintance, understanding, and encounter...was almost twenty years ago."
"Thinking about it now, it seems like a lifetime ago."
The bright sunshine shines through the window, falls into the quiet courtyard, and also falls on the girl's hair.
Char held a wooden comb in his hand and gently combed the long hair of the girl in front of him.
The golden hair that flowed down like a waterfall reflected the brilliance of glass under the sunlight.
"I thought you had forgotten about those childhood events."
Airola leaned slightly in Char's arms, letting Char comb her hair, and murmured softly.
Her thoughts went back to Ceylon more than ten years ago.
In the past, it was Aurora's mother, the gentle Countess of Winter, who helped comb her hair.
Until that day, all of Ceylon's past was buried in the smoke and fire.
The one who helped her comb her hair was Char.
"How could I forget that?"
Char responded, feeling the faint scent of sandalwood coming from his nose.
"She is the Earl of Winter and the eldest daughter of the Winter Flower family, but she has an adventurous heart that wants to run away from home."
"And, by coincidence, the first time I ran away from home and went on an adventure, I encountered a blizzard in the north on an ice field far away from the town."
"If I hadn't come out to collect the clothes that were hung out to dry before the snowstorm, and if Yin hadn't happened to find you at a loss by the woods, and had led me to bring you back to the hunter's cabin... then the future Holy Spear Contract holder might have been buried in the polar snowstorm."
"It's normal for a six or seven-year-old to like adventure."
The blonde girl leaned in Char's arms, her eyes slightly closed, and only spoke again after a long time.
"But I'm actually thankful for that snowstorm."
"If there hadn't been that snowstorm, our life paths would have been like two parallel lines, very close to each other, yet never truly meeting."
"And because of that snowstorm and that single intersection of the two straight lines, everything that followed happened."
"That's hard to say."
Xia Ya smiled and said, "After all, beautiful girls like Xiao Ai are rare."
"She is the only daughter of the Earl of Winter, the pearl of all Ceylon. How do you know that I haven't been coveting this dazzling pearl for a long time? In fact, that encounter was a long-planned flirtation."
He stopped combing his hair and tied his smooth golden hair into a simple ponytail.
"I am a very selfish, stingy and greedy person. If I hadn't had that opportunity, I would have secretly planned other opportunities to chat with you."
"It would be great if you were really as proactive and strong as you say you are."
Airola opened her eyes and looked at herself in the mirror with her hair tied in a ponytail.
"According to the rules of Ceylon, once you are eighteen years old, you are old enough to get married."
"To use the old saying from your hometown, those of us who have not yet married should be considered the so-called leftover men and women, the kind who need to be urged to get married by their parents."
"Xiao Ai, you are really getting better and better at understanding memes."
Char gave a thumbs up.
"But there is an old saying in my hometown, which is, if the Huns are not destroyed, how can we have a family?"
"In the Western Continent, it means that if the evil god is not destroyed, there is no home."
"You sound as if you really have such great ambitions, Char-san."
Airola rolled her eyes at Xia with her beautiful sky-blue eyes.
If it were someone else, they might really be fooled by Char's lofty words.
But Airola knew very well in her heart that Char's character was actually more easy-going and lazy than people imagined.
If those cults had not taken the initiative to block Char's way every time, he would probably pretend nothing happened even if he knew the cultists were in front of him.
Airola was actually aware of the reason behind Xia Ya'ana's words, "How can I have a home when the Huns are not yet destroyed?"
After all, when Char was studying in the Black Tower, she had always been by his side.
That golden elf is also her teacher.
"After all, the one you're worried about is Ms. Hathaway."
"But that's also..."
"If you can calmly marry me, Miss Sylvia, or Her Majesty Isadella in your current situation, then you are no longer yourself."
She sat up from Char's arms, and the momentary laziness she had felt before disappeared.
Airola looked at Char with her sky-blue eyes and said, "You have a rare moment of free time today. Are you ready to enter the Reverberations of History again?"
Given Airola's familiarity with Char, she naturally knew it very well.
Char, who had been staying in the database and meditation room for several months without going out, was able to spend a rare moment with himself.
The only explanation is that he was prepared.
Preparation to enter the First Age again.
This half-day of leisure is more like Xia's farewell before leaving than relaxation.
"Um."
Char nodded.
He also knew that with the tacit understanding between himself and Airola, no matter what he was thinking, he could not hide it from the girl in front of him.
"Do you want me to inform Miss Sylvia and Her Majesty Isadella?" "No, we have already made all the necessary preparations. They can't go into the remnants of history. Even if we tell them, it will only make them worry in vain."
"I can't follow—"
Aurora paused slightly.
She keenly grasped the key information from Xia Ya's statement.
"In other words, even Her Majesty Isadella's holy sword couldn't help you in the First Epoch?"
"Um."
Char nodded: "Your Majesty's holy sword is a holy relic that was born with the mission of saving the world. It has unparalleled special attack properties against all evil things that can be broadly defined as "anti-order" and "enemy of justice." ”
"But what I am facing this time is not evil in the broad sense—"
After all, he is the creator of the Glorious Era.
Even if they are destroyed, even if their authority and might remain only one tenth of what they were in their heyday, they are still fundamentally different from those evil gods.
He is the ancient sun god, the great creator—
It is not an exaggeration to say that it represents "justice" itself.
How could the holy sword that saves the world be an enemy of the Creator who defines the concept of "justice"?
"But it's different from the Holy Sword."
"The Holy Lance is a weapon, but it is also the 'Anchor of Storms that anchors the world'. It does not differentiate between justice and evil. ”
"And what I will use this time is the Holy Lance's ability to serve as an anchor to hold the world together."
Arora thought for a moment and said, "Like before, can I just give you the right to use the Holy Spear in the Old Age?"
"Um."
"good."
Airola nodded and didn't say anything more.
This is the tacit understanding that the two have always had in their relationship.
Normally, Airola would have some small emotions, and would throw tantrums at Char because of jealousy, asking Char to make delicious food for her to coax her.
But when facing outsiders, or after Char himself has made a real decision, Airola will only obey unconditionally.
This is true no matter what you have to do or what the price you have to pay.
She silently stretched out her hand, and her white fingers lightly clenched in the air.
The next moment.
The dazzling light gathered in the void along with the flowing silver.
Then, they gathered into the shape of a tiny pure silver lance, hovering in the air in front of Char and Airola.
Then, the next moment.
The tiny silver lance pierced into Char's forehead.
And in that instant, Char also felt the contract with the Holy Spear that was shared by Airola with all her heart and soul.
This is not the first time that Char has mastered the Holy Lance.
Previously, in the remnants of Esgania's history, he had already experienced the power of this super-standard holy relic once.
Now, after ten years in the Garden of Eden, Xiao Ai has completely released all the restrictions of the Holy Spear and has it completely under his control.
Because of this, as the temporary master of the Holy Spear, Char can feel that the power he can mobilize from the Holy Spear is much stronger than last time.
"Well, let's get started."
Char's mind moved slightly, and he finally looked up at the blonde girl beside him who was staring at him silently.
“Although it falls on the real timeline, it may only be a blink of an eye.”
"But I still have to say goodbye to you, Xiao Ai."
Such words have never been spoken.
The next moment, his mind moved slightly.
That mercury-colored halo, like the flow of destiny, spread out around him little by little.
Then, the whole world was rendered in pure silver-white.
Leading to that which no one knows——
Time, and the origin of magic.
…
The first era.
Year 929 of the Cataclysm, the Red Maple Moon.
Endless sea, lost island.
In the world where the fragments of the World Tree existed, Char slowly opened his eyes.
What came into view was still the magnificent palaces, and the dark sky with no light from the sun or moon but only twinkling stars.
As soon as his consciousness was awakened, Char was acutely aware of the great difference between the surrounding environment and before.
If before, the Gao Yuan will sealed deep in the fragments of the World Tree was still in a dormant state.
The previous exchanges with Char and Hathaway, and even the suppression of Hathaway, were nothing more than the tiny remnants of power that leaked out of the seal of Gao Yuan's will.
So, at this moment——
Xia could feel that the master of this dark palace was slowly waking up.
Even though it is extremely incomplete and decayed.
Even because he had to forcibly awaken himself before the expected time, the power that broke the seal was also greatly lost.
However, it was still a size that Char had never seen before, with an incomparably lofty and soul-stirring status.
Even if we put aside the incarnations of evil gods that descended through the descent ceremony when Isadella ascended the throne, Char had seen the real god before - the Scarlet Moon in a half-crippled state.
However, even the feeling that the scarlet moon itself gave to Char could not be compared with the thing that was reviving deep in the palace.
"It seems that this person is really a little impatient."
Feeling the fluctuating energy deep in the dark hall, Xia couldn't help but frown.
Obviously, at this moment, the degree of decay of his Elf King's body was beyond expectations.
It was for this reason that, after discovering Char as the best container with the handle in his hand, he was so eager to break the original plan and want to change to a new body.
The thought just occurred to Xia Ya.
The next moment, he heard the indifferent and cold voice, which was difficult to distinguish between male and female, slowly echoing in the dark hall.
"Three days later in the evening—"
"Begin the ceremony."
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