I don't know if the owner has seen her, or if the owner knows she is hiding here.
At this moment, her only thought was to quickly seek the protection of Her Majesty the Queen.
Just as she mustered her courage to leave her hiding place, a voice rang out above her head:
Vanilla?
Hearing the familiar voice, Xiang Zilan, who was squatting in the corner, looked up and saw a white cloud floating overhead.
Above that white cloud, Kokot was lying on the cloud, peeking out and looking at her.
She was actually quite surprised to see vanilla.
"It really is you! What are you doing hiding here?"
Vanilla was almost in tears.
Fortunately, the appearance of Cocote was like a ray of warm sunshine, giving Vanilla a sense of comfort and support.
However, her voice still carried a hint of fear and a sob.
“Member A…Ayad, what exactly is going on?”
As she spoke, she noticed that
Kokot, who witnessed the battle, seemed to show no concern whatsoever.
Instead, his gaze burned with intense excitement.
It was as if they were cheering Viktor on.
Vanilla calmed down a bit, but still couldn't suppress her inner doubts, and bravely asked:
“Congressman Yad, aren’t you worried?”
Upon hearing this, Coco raised an eyebrow and asked, slightly puzzled:
"Hmm? What are you worried about?"
"They've started fighting!"
"Oh, you mean this?"
Despite witnessing a tense duel, Kokot laughed, seemingly unconcerned about the outcome:
Do you think Viktor will lose?
"Loss...Master, Master will lose?"
Are you kidding me?
In Vanilla's heart, Victor was as tall and unattainable as a giant.
Even after ten years, Viktor's place in her heart remains unshakable.
No one is more capable than him.
Kokot actually said his master would lose? How could that be!
However, Kokot's relaxed attitude and confident smile made Vanilla's worries seem unfounded.
"Then what are you worried about? Viktor won't lose."
Uh, is that...is that so?
Is she worried that her master will lose? It doesn't seem so.
However, seeing Coco's smile, she stubbornly refrained from saying what she was about to say.
Now, Vanilla is beginning to think about problems from other people's perspectives, in the way the Queen taught her.
Why did the master engage in this battle with Knight Commander Gwen after the wedding?
Just as Vanilla was lost in thought, Cocotte beside her suddenly murmured to herself:
"So, after this battle, it doesn't matter who wins or loses."
"Victor should be able to go home by now."
Whoosh!
These words struck Vanilla like a bolt of lightning.
She suddenly realized that her master had not used his most proficient magic in the battle.
Even his face was covered by the armor.
It should be noted that that armor was worn by anyone other than the Cleviner family.
But no one else knew.
Is the master hiding his identity?
So, who exactly is the owner hiding from?
Suddenly, the image of the current empress flashed through her mind.
Aurelion Sol!
Clang—!!!
A crisp sound of swords clashing rang out from not far away.
A cyclone carrying a mixture of scorching heat and freezing cold burst forth, sweeping across the surrounding barren lawn and spreading violently into the distance.
A strong gust of wind interrupted Vanilla's thoughts.
The strong winds and waves whipped her body, and even her white hair was blown into the air.
If she hadn't been holding tightly to the white pillar in front of her, she probably would have been blown away by the wind and waves.
Finally, the storm gradually subsided.
Vanilla tried to calm herself down and turned her gaze to the battlefield where Victor and Gwen were locked in fierce combat.
The original wedding venue is long gone, and the lawn has been shaken into countless spiral patterns.
Most of the green turf has faded, and the dark brown soil is exposed to the wind and snow.
The nearby pillars collapsed with a roar, and the manor in the center of the estate was also destroyed.
Amidst the raging flames, the scattered rocks resembled volcanic fragments.
Viktor stood to the side, holding twin swords that shimmered with crimson light, silently watching the rising dust before him.
A biting, cold wind rose, scattering the dust and smoke.
Gwen stood on the shattered earth and suddenly swung her longsword.
The snowflakes in the sky seemed to receive a command and began to fall towards Gwen.
The shimmering light reflected on the crumbling ground covered in flames, revealing her intact state.
She remained standing with her legs together, holding the longsword in one hand.
Then, Gwen's voice, as cold as ice and snow, rang out softly:
"My sister once said that after marriage, one's position is a symbol of one's status in the family."
Location?
Upon hearing this, the flame in Viktor's eyes flickered slightly.
He didn't quite understand what Gwen was trying to say.
But at that moment, Gwen suddenly gripped her longsword tightly and held it upright in front of her.
The silver longsword reflected the pale light shimmering in her eyes.
A chilling aura suddenly rose from around her, sweeping across the scorching space, carrying a chilling sensation.
"Then let's use this battle."
Her gaze was incredibly sharp, like an icicle falling from the sky, piercing straight to the heart.
"It determines who is on top and who is on the bottom."
Victor: "?"
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