In a world formed by the gathering of illusory stars, Char's figure turned into countless scattered points of light and slowly faded away.
The starry sky fell into a brief silence in an instant.
After a moment of stunned silence, the golden elf on the throne of thorns laughed in silence.
"Xiao Si, did you hear that?"
"I'm being teased."
After a long time, the clear laughter like a silver bell slowly faded away.
She looked at the place where Char's figure disappeared, shook her head slightly, and her soft whispers echoed in the illusory starry sky.
"He has really grown up..."
"He is no longer the little boy he was before, but has the responsibilities of a man."
...
...
"Although a little overbearing, and a little lacking in the etiquette of respecting teachers..."
"But I don't hate it."
The golden elf's white fingers tapped lightly in the star realm.
"Since my disciple is so capable of causing trouble, I, as a teacher, have to put in some effort."
"Xiao Si, my real body is still in the dimensional abyss and can't come back, so you have to go to the imperial capital to take care of it."
"good."
As the golden elf finished speaking, a huge, pitch-black bone monster silently emerged in the starry sky.
It nodded to the golden elf on the throne of thorns, and then the huge skeleton quickly went away.
Soon, it disappeared into the depths of the star realm.
Silence returned to the starry sky.
The golden elf girl on the throne of thorns sat there with her eyes closed, as if she was sleeping.
The illusory stars are moving, and the starlight is rippling in circles.
The flow of time in the astral realm is different from that in the main material plane. It was unknown how long it had passed before the golden elf on the throne opened his eyes again.
There was a rare hint of surprise in those cold eyes.
"Are they here too?"
A hint of helplessness flashed across the golden elf's beautiful red-gold eyes.
“You really are…”
"A charming male protagonist."
Her eyes were deep, and no one knew what she was thinking.
"If I had known this would happen, shouldn't I have locked him up in the confinement plane of the Black Tower and not let him out until he becomes a legend..."
After a long time, the golden elf on the throne finally let out a long sigh.
"But in this case, there should be no need for Xiao Si to appear."
…
The main material plane.
Western Continent, Foresta Empire, the imperial capital Camelot.
Royal State Guest House.
This is the best hotel in the entire imperial capital. The price of the most ordinary single room is more than ten Rhine gold coins a day. As for the more luxurious suites, the highest price has even exceeded one hundred gold coins a day.
However, even so, business here is still booming recently.
As for the reason, it is naturally because of the banquet tomorrow.
Although on the surface, this was just an engagement dinner between two young people.
However, anyone who has a clear vision and is aware of the current situation in the empire will naturally know deep down in their hearts that -
This seemingly ordinary engagement dinner party may very likely determine the future direction of the entire Fresta Empire.
No matter whether they were nobles, strong men, scouts, or spies from all sides...for a moment, countless eyes were focused on the imperial capital.
No one wanted to miss any detail of this banquet.
So all of a sudden, the imperial capital was filled with outsiders from all over the Western Continent.
Those dignitaries who belong to the Order camp and have been invited by the Borgia family will naturally be arranged residences in the imperial capital by the Borgia family.
However, for those uninvited guests, they can only find other accommodation at their own expense.
Royal Guest House, among the tulips.
The tulip is also the family emblem of one of the eight sworn families of the empire. However, the Tulip Family has always been tepid, and is currently considered one of the fence-sitters who are still watching from the sidelines and staying outside the disputes between the old nobility and the royal family.
The suites named after the Oath Family were naturally extraordinary. If one was not a noble of the empire, one would not even be eligible to reserve one.
Fioren stood at the door between the tulips, looking at the huge open wooden wardrobe in the room.
Inside the wardrobe were brand new clothes, all of which were purchased by Fioren from the most upscale clothing stores in the entire imperial capital, most of which came from the Black Lily District.
Next to the forest of clothes displayed, the silver-haired witch stared at the large silver floor-length mirror in the room.
From time to time, she took out a piece of clothing from the closet, placed it in front of herself along with the hanger, and looked at herself in the mirror.
Sylvia's long, pure silver hair fell softly along her white shoulders, sparkling under the bright moonlight outside the window.
Fioren even saw the Silver Witch in front of him lift up her skirt and turn around briskly in front of the silver mirror.
It was as if she at this moment was not the ancient legend that came out of history more than 500 years ago.
Instead, she is a young girl who is full of love and is happily choosing clothes for a date with her lover the next day.
Does the Lord of the White Tower actually have such a side to him?
But it makes sense. It is said that when the Blue Silver Witch ascended to the throne of legend, she was actually in her twenties, about the same age as the princess...
After that, there was a long sleep of more than five hundred years.
Thinking about it this way, in terms of real experience, Sylvia only has a short ten years, maybe even less than mine?
Fioren couldn't help but be slightly dazed, but he quickly came to his senses.
Although the Blue Silver Witch had been very easy to talk to over the past few days, Fioren had not forgotten that when he handed the newspaper to her... the ruins of the Cang Ting capital were razed to the ground under the furious dusk.
Even from the perspective of imperial law, the other party's behavior undoubtedly has some suspicion of destroying ancient artifacts, but considering that the instigator may be the only survivor of the ancient country of Cang Ting, this matter really cannot be investigated, or Fioren dare not investigate it.
Fioren suppressed his wild guesses and said respectfully, "Your Highness Silvia, as the Southern Supervisor, although I am in the royal camp, I have also received an invitation to the Borgia family dinner."
She said hesitantly, "Master Tower Master, do you really want to attend the dinner disguised as my follower?"
"With your strength, although you have not been invited, you only need to reveal your identity as the Lord of the White Tower, and I believe you will be able to receive the highest level of courtesy from the Borgia family."
"Need not"
Pale golden words appeared in the void before Fioren's eyes.
"OK."
Fioren nodded respectfully.
Just as she was about to say goodbye, she suddenly noticed that the silver witch suddenly shifted her gaze away from the wardrobe and the fitting mirror.
Then, with those emotionless beautiful eyes, she looked out the window at the distant night sky.
Four?
Fioren was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted.
Of course, the only ones who are qualified to be mentioned by the Lord of the White Tower are the legendary masters of the same rank as him.
In that case, the four of you...
The head of the Scarlet Rose, Guderian Borgia, is naturally one of them.
And within the imperial royal family, there was also someone who stayed in the imperial capital for a long time.
What about the other two?
As far as she knew, although the Borgia family had invited many forces with legendary strongmen, most of them only sent envoys to watch the ceremony.
Demigods never go out, and the word "legend" represents the pinnacle of the entire Western Continent, and they rarely go out easily.
Fioren's heart tightened.
She herself is a senior title-level beastmaster and knows exactly what the arrival of a legend means.
If the one from the royal family was restrained by the head of the Borgia family, then the full force of the two legends would reduce the entire imperial capital to ruins in just a quarter of an hour.
Even if one thinks more deeply, if the two legends were companions secretly invited by the head of the Borgia family, they came to wipe out the royal family...
Fioren's bad premonition suddenly increased a bit.
As the confidant of the Second Princess, she knew that Isadella had also reached the limit of the title level. If it were not for the pursuit of a perfect breakthrough and the potential after promotion, she could take that last step at any time.
However, Her Royal Highness is still young after all. Even if she makes a temporary breakthrough, it will be quite difficult for her to face the combined forces of two veteran legends.
If one of the two members of the imperial family were to die, it would be an unbearable blow to the empire.
Fioren moved his lips and was about to speak when he saw the pale golden handwriting appear in front of him again.
"They are far away and can only see here through the astral plane. They should be some kind of undead or immortal race..."
"besides……"
"Augutina."
Seeing Sylvia's answer, Fioren's anxious heart finally relaxed.
She knew that the Borgia family had a close relationship with the Theocracy, and that their only daughter had become a favored member of God and might even have the chance to become a saint in the future.
Under such circumstances, even if the head of the Borgia family contacted helpers in secret, he would never invite the undead, who are heretics in the eyes of the Church.
The "Queen of the Night" Augustina and the Shadow Council she represents have always been neutral forces and have never sided with any side.
Therefore, these two legends should not have come for the royal family, but may have just come to watch the show.
"Did the Queen of the Night send an avatar to the Imperial Capital?"
"It seems that the Shadow Council also attaches great importance to this banquet. It is worthy of being the largest intelligence organization in the entire Western Continent."
Fioren wiped the sweat from his forehead and spoke.
The relationship between the Empire and the Shadow Council is relatively harmonious, and they have even cooperated.
So Fioren knew that the authority of the Night Queen was related to darkness and concealment. If she wished, she could let her shadow incarnation descend to any place in the Western Continent where there was a Shadow Council base.
But then, Fioren's expression, which had just breathed a sigh of relief, froze as the golden words reappeared.
"It's her real self."
…
"Your Highness Sylvia, I have to report these circumstances to Her Royal Highness the Princess."
Fioren's voice sounded quickly, and then quickly faded away.
But Sylvia just stood silently in front of the huge wardrobe, looking at herself in the floor-length silver mirror.
The clothes she wears are constantly changing, and the temperament and style of the person in the mirror also change with the clothes.
Sometimes she is a gentle and shy country girl, sometimes she is a heroic warrior, a dignified and noble female knight... and sometimes she becomes a majestic king.
With the strength of a legend, it is not easy to change one's temperament and style.
But in the end, the reflection in the mirror slowly froze.
Sylvia changed into a dark knee-length skirt, the folded hem of which spread out like layers of lotus leaves.
She wore a small white round hat on her head and a pair of red high heels on her feet.
Sylvia's outfit was exactly the same as it was five hundred years ago when she was in the sea of flowers called Morningstar Hill.
Sylvia took out the amethyst hairpin and carefully inserted it between the sterling silver hair.
The thick, ancient book fell into her hands again.
Then, lines of beautiful light golden text slowly appeared on it.
"Brother Char, you once told me - 'It is easy to lose your original heart when you stay in a high position for a long time'"
"So, I buried myself in the pure white tower, cutting off and forgetting all those unnecessary memories."
"Because I'm afraid."
"I am worried that as time goes by, and as I look down on all living things from a legendary perspective, I will become cold and heartless, indifferent to everything... and become like many legends, with only immortality and godhood in my eyes, the people I once hated the most."
"But I'm even more afraid that you will be disgusted and resist such a strange me..."
"If that's the case, then even if we meet again at the end of time, we'll just be strangers."
Sylvia turned her head and looked at the dressing mirror.
The silver-haired girl in the mirror has a flawless face and a sweet smile.
At this moment, time seemed to flow backwards.
She returned to the Grand Duke's mansion, to the night when she received the letter from the servant and happily chose the clothes to wear for the appointment the next day.
The moonlight that night was so bright and clear, shining brightly in the night.
Sylvia pressed her white hand against her chest, feeling the throbbing in her heart like waves, a feeling she had not experienced in hundreds of years.
"We'll see each other again tomorrow."
"I hope that when I meet you again, I can still be the first and most beautiful person in your memory."
"Then, you can also tell me... the truth you never told me that day in the sea of flowers at Morningstar Hill."
"besides--"
Sylvia turned slightly, and the anticipation, longing, and homesickness in her beautiful silver eyes disappeared.
Instead, there was a bone-chilling chill.
At this moment, she was no longer the young girl in love, but turned back into the blue silver witch who looked down upon all living beings.
"That's great. I want to see it too..."
"What kind of person is the woman who wants to enter into a marriage contract with you?"
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