Lia saw everything clearly in the palace today.
All the ministers realized that Aubrey's life was coming to an end.
They were eager to support the next leader of the empire in order to secure their own position and even gain more power.
The return of the Raiser family and the eagerness of the nobles are clear evidence of Auberleigh's dissatisfaction with Aurelian's designation as his heir.
Under this pressure from both sides, in order to consolidate the current emperor's rule in his final days.
The Clavner family had no choice but to reveal the elves' trump card.
Only when the nobles understand how rare the fairy's dew is will they be able to believe it.
Dettol has the effect of extending lifespan.
Since none of them had ever been to the Elf Forest, they could make up whatever they wanted.
Everything inside the palace, from the elves' presence to the dew on the leaves, was nothing more than a show.
This 'life-extending' Dettol is merely a temporary measure to maintain Auberty's influence.
This made it clear to the other nobles that even though he was about to abdicate, this invincible emperor was not dead.
At this moment, Aurelion's mood had become even more depressed.
In fact, she knew all of this perfectly well.
However, she couldn't accept it.
Not long ago, she painfully experienced the loss of a loved one.
Although she never met her mother, the memories of her mother's grave at her maternal grandfather's house and the pain of separation still lingered in her heart.
Now, her father is also about to leave her.
In fact, she was aware of this problem from the very beginning.
That was when her father decided to make Victor her magic teacher.
At that time, Aurelion had not experienced much and was not yet mature enough to realize that her loved ones were about to leave.
Or perhaps, she simply didn't want to think about it.
Aurelion clutched the blue crystal pendant to her chest, closed her eyes, and felt the cool evening breeze brush against her face.
Finally, Aurelion took a deep breath:
"……I see."
"I want to go see my teacher."
In fact, Aurelion was really looking forward to her teacher being there today.
But her expectations were ultimately dashed.
Because Viktor did not appear.
Lia, hands on her hips, sighed helplessly:
“He hasn’t been home since yesterday, and he hasn’t even come here today.”
"I'll have him come to you when he gets back."
After saying that, Lia turned around and opened the carriage door, and Vinya, who was next to her, got into the carriage with her.
As the car doors closed and it was about to leave, Lia leaned out of the window.
He glanced at the disappointed Aurelion and said soothingly:
"Your Highness, it's cold outside. You should go back and rest early."
After saying that, she closed the carriage curtain again.
Kokot sat on a cloud, watching the silent, heartbroken Aurelion, and could only sigh helplessly:
"I am an elf, and I cannot understand the feelings of you humans."
"However, there's a very universal saying that I think I can give to you."
As Cocotte said this, he straightened his body slightly.
Looking into her eyes, brimming with tears, he solemnly said:
"Become stronger."
"Make all the voices that question you fall silent."
Aubrey's unparalleled power ensured that no one in the empire dared to interfere with his rule for decades.
It was precisely because he possessed absolute power that he was able to silence those arrogant humans.
If you want to intimidate the entire empire, then you just need to become stronger than Auberly.
After saying these words, Cocotte patted the cloud beneath him and flew with her to the roof of the carriage.
"Let's set off."
The servant raised the reins, urging the horse forward.
The wheels churned and rolled over the road as the carriage sped away into the distance.
Aurelion was left standing there, her silver hair tossed about by the evening breeze.
She touched her chest with one hand.
Feeling the pounding of my heart, heavy as a giant furnace.
Somber, solemn, and dangerous.
It sounded like thunder.
...
Royal Capital, Delin Residence.
Knights in gleaming armor were stationed throughout the courtyard.
The family crest, composed of two crossed swords, stands out on the wall with its majesty and nobility.
The entire courtyard was immersed in tranquility, broken only by the soft rustling of leaves in the breeze.
The knights, however, remained on high alert.
Conversely, the training grounds of the mansion were far from quiet.
Gwen swung her sword as usual, each strike carving a long, cracking swirl of air into the ground. The reverberation of the sword echoed in her ears.
Although it was late at night, Gwen was still drenched in sweat and her arms ached.
She repeated the movements, striving for perfection each time.
At this moment, a figure with purple hair appeared in the training ground, looking incredibly mysterious against the backdrop of the night.
Kefla's face held an almost imperceptible strangeness as she walked lightly and slowly toward Gwen.
"Gwen, stop for a moment, don't practice anymore."
Upon seeing Kefla, Gwen expressionlessly sheathed her sword, not even bothering to wipe the beads of sweat from her forehead.
"Sister, what's wrong?"
Kevlar coughed lightly, seemingly gathering her thoughts:
"Uh, this,"
She hesitated for a moment, then continued:
“Victor is at the door.”
Upon hearing the name "Victor," Gwen instinctively leaned forward.
It was as if they were about to rush towards the door in the next second.
But before she could take a step, she was stopped by Kevlar's words:
"Wait a minute, don't rush."
"Victor asked me to say something to you on his behalf."
Gwen stopped in her tracks, and although she was anxious, she still looked quietly at Kefla, waiting for her to say something next.
Kevlar seemed to be struggling to find the right words.
After a long pause, she managed a weak smile and stammered to Gwen:
"Is that so..."
"Victor wants me to tell you..."
"sorry."
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