The atmosphere on the flying dragon's back suddenly became extremely cold.
The almost condensed air made even a title-level warrior like Fioren feel an indescribable sense of oppression.
Even the huge black-scaled dragon beneath him seemed to have sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
It no longer roared, but slowly flapped its huge dragon wings, gliding silently in the sky, minimizing its presence.
"Your Highness—"
Fioren spoke up despite himself.
"Just as you said before."
"After all, Xia Egut is still just a young boy full of vigor and vitality."
"It is natural that some audacious fantasies are to be expected..."
...
...
Just then Fioren's voice suddenly stopped.
Because she saw that Isadella's mouth corners suddenly raised slightly.
The originally frosty expression melted like ice and snow.
A smile appeared on the Second Princess's pale face.
It is like the moonflower that only blooms at midnight in the starry forest, fleeting yet beautiful and gorgeous.
This sudden change made Fioren stunned for a moment.
All along, because the current emperor was seriously ill, the second princess shouldered the heavy burden of the empire while her peers were still writing poems about flowers and loving butterflies.
He has always presented himself as a perfect person, calm and unfathomable.
Since leaving the White Tower and swearing allegiance to the Empire—
After following the princess for several years, this was the first time that Fioren saw Isadella smile.
And the reason for all this is just a senior student at Saint Laurent College.
Because of his seemingly absurd dream.
Fioren was a little confused: "Why are you laughing, Your Highness? Aren't you angry anymore?"
The smile on Isadella's pale face quickly disappeared, and she returned to her usual serious and sharp appearance.
"Do you think I'm angry because I appeared in the light curtain?"
The silver-haired princess looked at the light screen in front of her, and the depths of her eyes were a little more relaxed than usual.
"I'm not that petty."
"In other words, as a citizen of the empire, if the Saint of the Church and the Queen of the Night appeared in his fantasy... but I didn't appear, that would be a bit surprising."
There was an indescribable confidence in her words.
"The empire is huge and has the capacity to accommodate others."
"As long as there is no fundamental conflict in their positions... then whether they are demons from the abyss or strong men resurrected from ancient times, they can all have a place here."
Isadella sat down on the dragon's spine again, leaning against the soft back cushion.
Her jade-like fingers tapped in the air, and soon a black wine glass appeared in the void, and was then grasped by her slender fingers.
"Sir Fioren."
"Do you know what I was thinking when I first saw Xia Egut's dream?"
Fioren also relaxed and sat down casually on the dragon's spine.
She thought for a moment before answering, "I think Your Highness should be happy that the Empire has a new star with such vision and talent."
"Given time, he will surely become a pillar of the empire."
"No."
Isadella shook her head slightly and stared at the deep red wine in the black wine glass with her red eyes.
"When I first saw the fantasy dream in the sea of stars——"
"I'm afraid."
"Shaya Eggot, his vision and his talent are too outstanding."
"That fantasy in the starry sea, although the current magic technology is far from being realized..."
"But if we give it time to turn those imaginary magical mechanical creations into reality, it will surely bring about an unimaginable leap in civilization." "Of course, if that's all, then I don't need to be afraid. I will only be happy that there is one more talent like this in the empire."
Isadella drank the red wine in one gulp.
"Sir Fioren, don't you realize... in the utopia that Char imagined, in that sea of stars, there is neither national distinction nor racial division?"
"Even mortals have the same status as the strong and can roam the starry sea at will."
"There's nothing wrong with this idea, but—"
"Shaya Eggot, he's standing too high..."
“We have transcended the limitations of nation and race and are thinking about issues from the perspective of the development of civilization as a whole.”
"But such a saint has the vision and ability to change the times."
"This means that he will not be constrained by any worldly interests, nor will he limit his vision to a certain country or a certain force, but will always think about problems from the perspective of the entire human race."
"But I'm different."
The silver-haired princess's eyes were stern and serious: "I am a member of the royal family of the Foresta Empire."
"My origins and the responsibilities that come from my blood have destined me to be unable to think about issues from the perspective of the entire civilization, as he did, beyond the concept of national position."
"So for me, such a saint who cannot be restrained or judged, but has the power to change the times, is too dangerous—"
"If he ends up turning to another country——"
"Then it would be a disaster for the Foresta Empire."
Isadella shook the wine glass between her fingers slightly and said nothing more.
However, Fioren heard the unspoken, yet extremely resolute meaning in the words of the silver-haired princess.
It was not due to Isadella's own likes and dislikes, but simply because of the mission and responsibility she shouldered as the second princess of the empire.
So, there are some things she has to do and has to do.
This made Fioren shudder, and a trace of fear also arose in his heart.
If Isadella's determination becomes reality.
Then, because of that uncertain guess, I, who came from the Cretaceous Tower, might have to fight against the enemy.
"fortunately……"
The silver-haired princess returned to the howling extreme cold storm in the sky above the northern border with a feeling of relief.
It soon dissipated and no one heard it.
fortunately--
In the end, this black-haired boy named Xia Egut was not a saint who was high above the clouds, ignorant of emotions and desires, and overlooking the world like a god.
But a living person.
A flesh and blood person.
After a long time.
Isadella's cold voice just sounded again.
"I want to see him in person."
…
At some point, the pink dream slowly solidified and froze.
Then, it turned into crystal fragments.
Xia's eyes were fixed on the dream that was constantly breaking into pieces, as well as the void of nothingness outside the broken dream, and he regained his calm and indifference.
"If it is shown to this extent——"
"That should be about right."
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