The night was shattered by the red sun, and dawn exhaled the light of morning.
The buildings within the territory, bathed in the gentle light of dawn, appeared as light and crystalline as veils.
Aurelion got up early in the morning and rode in the carriage with Archduke Ballow.
This morning, she was going to patrol the territory with her grandfather.
Aurelion sat inside the carriage, the dull thud of the wheels of the other carriages rolling over the cobblestones filling her ears.
When her gaze inadvertently swept over the empty seat next to her, she couldn't help but purse her lips, feeling a little disappointed.
Every morning, Mr. Victor and Ms. Gwen practice swordsmanship.
They have maintained this habit for a long time, rain or shine, almost without interruption.
At least, there were still the knights protecting Aurelion to ensure the princess's safety.
So, through the car window, her dark eyes gazed into the distance of the territory.
I was in such a rush to get back last night that Aurelion didn't have a chance to see my grandfather's lands.
Everything in front of me, from the buildings to the road, was completely different from what I saw last night.
The city at dawn was completely different from the tranquility of last night, as if a heavy veil had been removed, revealing its true face.
The streets and alleys were bustling with people, and the sounds of shopkeepers calling out their wares and pedestrians talking rose and fell.
The sound of horses' hooves echoed through the streets, and sunlight pierced through the thin mist, scattering warm rays onto the stone bricks.
The warmth of everyday life, like a revival after a brief slumber at night, brings a touch of warmth to this cold city.
As the carriage traveled down the street, pedestrians, seeing the coat of arms of the Duke of Barlow hanging on it, stepped aside, bowed, and looked on with utmost reverence.
Aurelion saw no sign of resentment in their expressions.
It seems that this grandfather's governance has won the recognition and love of many people.
Looking at the bustling city under the sunlight, it seemed as if that deathly territory from last night shouldn't exist here.
Of course, Aurelion knew the reason for all of this.
Last night, their caravan and horses traveled through the dead zone.
The surroundings were completely engulfed by the eerie green smoke, and all that could be seen was deathly silence.
When they returned to the real world, they were already inside the mansion of the Archduke of Balo.
In other words, that enormous city of the dead was, in essence, the other side of the real city, a reflection of the land of the dead.
And when that realm of the dead is turned over, it becomes this extremely bustling city.
But despite the large number of vehicles and horses, and so many people traversing the area of the dead, it didn't even affect reality.
This naturally confirms what Archduke Barlow said.
The dead should not set foot in the territory of the living.
In that case, would Grandfather agree to Earl Laureen's request?
After thinking for a moment, Aurelion decided to ask tentatively.
After hesitating for a long time, she finally mustered up her courage and said cautiously:
"Grandpa, can necromancers really resurrect the dead?"
But Archduke Barlow did not reply to her immediately. He rested his hands quietly on his cane, his eyes closed, as still as a statue, motionless.
After a long while, he slowly answered:
"Can."
Aurelion was somewhat surprised, not expecting her grandfather to answer so readily.
So she tentatively asked again:
"Do you know Earl Laureen?"
When Grand Duke Balor heard the name, he slowly opened his eyes, his sharp gaze landing on Aurelion's face.
His eyes were deep and held a murky majesty, and a chilling aura emanated from them, causing Aurelion to pause slightly.
However, she continued:
"On the night we arrived in the kingdom, we were entertained by Earl Laureen."
"he……"
"Don't say anything yet."
Grand Duke Barlow calmly stopped her, and the atmosphere in the carriage instantly turned cold.
She was clever and immediately realized Grand Duke Barlow's emotions.
That's true. If it were really that easy to be resurrected, why would there be so many people separated by death?
And then there's her mother...
"……I see."
Aurelion lowered her eyes and nodded somewhat weakly.
Grand Duke Barlow took a deep breath, closed his eyes again, seemingly unwilling to say anything more.
The atmosphere inside the carriage warmed up slightly, and Aurelion's goosebumps, caused by the chill, gradually subsided.
At this moment, a deep voice slowly rang out:
“Laurence has asked me this more than once, but my answer is always the same.”
"I cannot bring her daughter back to life."
He opened his eyes again, looking out the carriage window with a hint of melancholy and regret in them.
"That is a desecration of the dead and a disrespect to the living."
By this time, the carriage had already traveled into the fields of the territory.
Many farmers stood with their feet on the ground, wielding their hoes, beads of sweat glistening in the bright sunlight.
With each swing of the farm tools, sweat drips into the soil as muscles sway.
A farmer straightened up, took a breath, and waved to his friend in the distance.
The wrinkles on their faces blended together, and they smiled brightly in the sunlight.
Looking at these farmers, the Grand Duke slowly began to speak;
“These farmers know each other well, they know each other, and they live the same life every day.”
They spend almost all their daytime hours farming, and only have time at night to spend with family and friends.
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