"Why are you saying this suddenly?"
Xia was stunned, and the action of stroking the long legs paused.
"Because I already have experience."
Isadella sat up slightly, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked at Xia with a half-smile.
"Every time...as long as you decide to do something."
"The more difficult and dangerous the matter you are facing is, the more you like to act as if nothing has happened in front of us, the people who care about you, so as not to let us notice the risks of the matter."
"Because you're afraid of us worrying, no matter what happens, you always want to handle it all by yourself, fearing that your own faults will implicate the people behind you."
"Like right now—"
Isadella looked at Xia Ya'ana's right hand, which had just been put down from her thigh, and then dishonestly put around her waist again.
...
...
"Although you are usually very lustful, you still restrain yourself because you have to consider your image and demeanor..."
"I won't be as impatient as I have been these few days."
Xia coughed lightly. "Isn't this like a vegetable lying at the bottom of the abyss for so many years? It's not easy to finally see the rain after a long drought. It's normal to be a little hungry and thirsty."
"If you are really like what you said, you will be the type of person who will be controlled by your small head and allow your body's desires to interfere with your behavior and rationality..."
"Then from the very beginning, you would not choose the path that would lead you to fall into the abyss with the Lost Island."
Isadella's pretty face was smiling.
But there wasn't much of a smile in those beautiful red eyes.
"It's not so much that I've been lonely and thirsty for five hundred years."
"It's better to say that you are using your inherently lustful personality... to hide your true thoughts."
"'He who has thunder in his heart but a face as calm as a lake can be appointed a general'... You must like this sentence very much. I have seen it more than once in your book. ”
"And you did just that, only you did it more subtly—"
"Just like the last time you met me before heading to the Remnants of History, you were still lying down and waiting for someone to eat your lunch."
She smiled and said, "Who would have thought of that at the time?"
"In just a few days, you will make a big noise like the Fall into the Abyss in the First Age."
Char paused slightly and looked at the silver-haired queen in his arms.
"Your Majesty, didn't you say earlier that you have been busy with government affairs recently and don't have much time to read the novel I published in the Royal Book Society?"
"That's a lie, of course."
Isadella looked up at Char and blinked her ruby-like eyes. "They are just a few novels. Do you really think it would take a long time for Throne to read them all with his mental strength? A quick glance is enough to make him memorize them by heart."
"Besides, didn't I tell you a long time ago?"
"You are in my heart above all else."
"In that case, how could I possibly give up the opportunity to become your reader and read your works just for a little military and political affairs?"
"I've also read The War of the Three Kingdoms, of course."
Xia was stunned for a moment: "Then why did your Majesty say that before..."
"Just some tricks..."
Isadella glanced at the direction where Diris disappeared outside the door and said, "What man can restrain the urge to talk politics and give orders in front of others?"
"Especially, the audience he was advising on was the queen of a country."
She looked up at Xia and couldn't help but smile: "Diris was also here just now, so as her boss and your fiancée, I naturally have to give you enough face."
“Only those who seem to understand but not quite, and listen attentively, are the most perfect listeners.”
"How is it? It feels like showing off in front of me and Diris, and being looked up at by the queen of a country with admiring but incomprehensible eyes..."
"Not bad, isn't it?"
hiss--
Xia took a deep breath in his heart.
Is this what they call imperial power?
There's something.
I have to say that I was really happy when I was talking about politics in front of Diris and Isadella just now.
I can only say that this girl is really good at it.
It would be beyond his imagination.
"No need to look so surprised."
"I am the queen of a country after all. If I couldn't even see this clearly, I would have been overthrown by those greedy nobles in the parliament long ago, and I wouldn't have reached my current position."
"Of course, if you want to treat me as a pure, innocent girl who doesn't know anything about the world, then I have no objection."
Isadella smiled.
"I know that your calm disguise and attitude are actually all for our own good."
"I don't want to make us worry because of me, and I don't want us to be put in danger because of helping you..."
"Since you emerged from the snowy plains of Ceylon, you have never truly been defeated..."
“You can do whatever you want to do, and you can achieve whatever you want to achieve.”
"Your past life experience has given you absolute confidence in yourself. No matter how big the risk is, you have the confidence to win the battle..."
"You have been so successful and have never failed... but this has also made you more and more anxious about gains and losses. You are afraid that the things you care about will be in danger, which will make you regret it."
"What this means to us is that you regard us as precious and fragile collections that need your careful care. The slightest bit of wind and frost will break us..."
"After you also broke through to the throne and had more spare strength and confidence, your persistence became even more obvious... Even when it came to facing the remnant spirit of the ancient sun god, you didn't allow me and Sylvia to participate, except for Xiao Ai."
She slightly turned her body and moved her delicate body a little closer to Xia's arms.
"I don't hate your attitude. On the contrary, I like it very much..."
"Since I came of age, those who support me have regarded me as their guide and the hope for the revival of the empire, while those who oppose me have regarded me as a stumbling block and a fierce demon king."
"After my mother passed away, you are the first time I have experienced the feeling of being cared for and watched over by someone."
"But, Char—"
Isadella paused slightly.
"I like the feeling of being cared for by you, but I am not so fragile that I will break if exposed to the slightest wind and sun."
"Just like the epic stories sung by countless bards... As the fiancée in the hometown in "I will return home to get married after this battle", I am responsible for saying a few words of farewell to the hero before he sets out, shedding a few tears of worry when the hero is at a disadvantage, and standing at the head of the cheering crowd when he triumphs. ”
"Or she could be a princess abducted by a dragon, become the spoils of war after the hero defeats the dragon, and be a member of the happy ending at the end of the story."
"This may be the fate of the heroines in most stories, but it is definitely not the fate that Isadella von Fresberg wanted."
At this moment, the golden light of the holy sword shone from her beautiful eyes, shining brightly.
"Compared to the heroine who is protected by the hero and can only stay in a safe place for the rest of her life, staring at your back and silently praying to the night sky."
"I would rather stand by your side and be someone who can walk shoulder to shoulder with you."
"Of course, since we are companions walking side by side and facing difficulties and dangers, there will be blood, injuries, and even death..."
"However, since this is my own choice, no matter what the final outcome is, I have no regrets."
She looked at Char like this: "So——"
"If you dare to take risks alone again and get yourself into such a miserable state with bruises all over your body."
"Then don't blame me for opening up another fantasy zone for you."
"I'm not kidding."
Isadella's words were not very loud, but they were filled with unquestionable determination.
Those beautiful red eyes met Char's gaze directly.
The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and the Empress's eyes did not retreat in the slightest.
This was the first time that Char encountered such a difficult situation.
As long as he makes a decision, Airola will never question his decision, but will execute it unconditionally.
However, Sylvia's character meant that she could not speak such fierce and decisive words.
But Isadella is not Aurora, nor is she Silvia.
She was once the incomparably proud, dazzling, majestic, and final knight king.
If he just verbally evaded the issue and then turned around and ran into the remnants of history to take risks again, then Char had no doubt that the master of the holy sword would really abandon everything he had now, change history once again, and create a brand new fantasy.
After a long moment, Xia nodded.
"I see."
He closed his eyes slightly.
really--
All along, my desire to protect them has seemed excessive, even pathological.
He regards the girls around him as delicate little white flowers that will break if the wind blows, and always wants to solve all problems by himself.
But in fact, they are not delicate little white flowers.
Quite the contrary, apart from Char, they are also world-famous legends and thrones, powerful enough to scare even mythical creatures.
Although it was not stated explicitly, Char knew in his heart that this was not just Isadela's obsession, but also the common idea of Aurora and Silvia. "So--"
Char paused and spoke calmly.
"The final act of the First Age."
"Then let us fight side by side."
The moment he got Char's answer.
A beautiful smile appeared on Isadella's pretty face, which Char had never seen before.
The melting frost is a beautiful sight.
She nodded quietly: "Okay."
…
"So, who are the enemies you will face in the First Age?"
It was no longer a secret conversation in the study, but a pre-war meeting held in the living room of Char's mansion.
Of course, it was called a pre-war meeting, but in reality it was just a casual chat between Char, Silvia, Aurora, and Isadella.
On the other hand, Char also secretly shared the entire chat process with Augustina through his fourth soul contract, which had been completely unlocked.
At this moment, a considerable amount of Augustina's power is still preserved in the abyss of the First Age through the mystery of the "Hourglass of Time".
The final act that would completely resolve the cause and effect of the First Age would definitely require the participation of Augustina.
"Since you can wake up, Char..."
"Then it means that the remaining soul of the old Sun God that resides on the Lost Island has been completely destroyed by you."
"Um--"
Char nodded.
"That's exactly what happened."
"But it's just as I guessed before."
"It would be a bit clownish if the Creator who once ruled an entire Age of Gods could only hide on an island in the endless sea and even had to cover himself with the night to avoid the sight of other mythical creatures."
"During these five hundred years of sleep, after defeating that remnant soul, I also gained something."
There was a gleam in Char's eyes.
His fingers moved slightly.
The next moment, on his shoulder, Yui in the form of a metal fairy gently flapped her wings and flew up.
Silvery-white data streams that looked illusory and transparent but could be sensed by mental power were transmitted from between Yui's wings.
Then, it was captured and analyzed by the mental power of everyone present.
Each data stream contained a vast amount of information about the secrets of the First Age that Char had devoured from the remnant soul of the old Sun God.
"The remnant soul sleeping on the Lost Island is not the original body of the Creator of the Glorious Era, but only a part of it?"
Sylvia stretched out her white fingers and played with a silvery-white data stream between her fingers. Light golden words appeared in the air.
"Um."
Char nodded.
"Or to be more precise, that remnant soul is not even half a body."
"In the final analysis, they are just some remnants that the Creator of the Glorious Era wanted to discard."
"It was just that a few accidents occurred during the process of cutting the residue, and He was able to become independent. He was not destroyed, but fell asleep on the Lost Island with the help of his backhand."
Char tapped the table with his slender fingers.
"The greatest proof of this... is that the Creator of the Glorious Age named himself the Sun God—"
"However, the authority of the Fiery Sun has never been revealed on the remnant soul of the Lost Island from beginning to end..."
"And the true creator also survived in the First Age."
"But, perhaps in order to lie dormant, or perhaps to destroy and then rebuild, He hid Himself more thoroughly..."
"Abandoning most of the messy authority, divinity and personality, and only retaining the most core and purest part."
"Such a "Him", in terms of size and sheer power, is even inferior to some mythical creatures that emerged after the Cataclysm... That is why the true creator had to hide his identity and did not show any trace in the First Age."
"But He who destroyed His own person and abandoned most of the redundant authority and divinity that would lead to madness and loss of control... also had nearly unlimited potential."
Char spoke softly.
According to the remnant soul's speculation -
In order to seek a breakthrough and get rid of the loss of control and madness brought about by the redundant divinity, the Creator's body may have given up more than 90% of his power and authority at his peak.
The core part that remains can perhaps only be considered a demigod, not even a pseudo-god.
If we make a proportional analogy, it is equivalent to directly weakening a legendary strong man into a five-ring.
This is a ruthless person.
Of course, if he wasn’t a ruthless person, he wouldn’t be able to become the creator of the glorious era.
"And, according to my guess——"
"Perhaps He did not disappear in the First Age."
"Instead, it has lasted longer...even until now."
There was a hint of caution in Xia's words.
Between his fingers, invisible and intangible streams of information slowly flowed.
In the information flow, the words specially marked by Char flashed a dazzling red light.
"The Creator of the Glorious Age"
"The Age of Gods Vanishes"
"audience"
Golden Dawn
"Golden King Rhine"
"The Eighth God of the Church of Dawn"
Words that originally seemed unrelated were connected together at this moment.
Finally, they converge into a long, vague line.
It looks vague and fuzzy.
Yet it runs through the entire history from the First to the Fourth Age.
The creatures from mythology disappeared, and the Age of Gods faded away.
Then, with the rise of mankind, magic and magical technology spread, and the civilized era officially began.
At every node in the history of Western Continental civilization, one can vaguely sense the giant hand hidden behind the scenes, seeming to be there and yet not there.
"You are really patient..."
"From the beginning of the First Age until now, it has always been hidden behind the scenes and has never appeared in front of the stage."
"Such a magnanimity and character... Compared to the remnant soul of the Sun God from the Lost Island who drooled as soon as he saw me, he is indeed more worthy of the title of the ruler of the Age of Gods and the Creator of the Glorious Age."
Looking at the information flowing before his eyes, Char couldn't help but sigh silently.
"However, since I promised Xiao Ai and the others, I will get married this year."
"I also promised Su Lun that I would take her home within a year."
"So, it's time to end it."
Char murmured quietly to himself, so that no one could hear him.
"Even if it's the final battle of gods in the First Epoch."
"Or maybe they are the so-called behind-the-scenes masters who are still lurking behind the scenes of the Fourth Epoch and who think they can manipulate wars at will and interfere with the progress of civilization."
"Since your era has long passed away, it has turned into a few lines of insignificant words and names in history textbooks."
"Then please stay in your history textbooks."
"This world belongs to humans today, and there is no place for gods."
…
"Are you sure?"
Char felt a hand silently placed on his palm.
It's soft and boneless, yet has a hint of warmth.
Char raised his head, only to see Airola looking at him calmly with her beautiful sky-blue eyes.
He smiled and said, "I will win."
"Oh no, that doesn't sound very auspicious..."
"Well, let's put it another way."
"If the chance of winning is 100%, then the chance of winning of those old guys will definitely not exceed 50%."
"It's time for the era of myths to end."
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