As the morning affairs concluded, the hazy light of dawn gradually faded.
Aurelion, dressed in a luxurious, flowing gold gown, walked lightly and steadily across the neatly laid red carpet.
The morning sunlight slanted through the window, casting dappled golden light on the extended red carpet.
The magnificent golden walls reflected Aurelion's elegant and noble figure.
Vanilla followed closely behind, its tail swaying behind it.
The sunlight streaming through cast her shadow on the wall, making her look somewhat comical and cute.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor.
Vanilla followed behind her, her steps light yet almost silent, as quiet as a cat.
When the two had walked halfway down the corridor, Aurelion suddenly spoke, her voice gentle yet tinged with a question:
"You haven't been home in a long time, have you?"
"ah?"
Vanilla paused for a moment, but seeing that Aurelian hadn't stopped walking, she quickly followed.
She was curious as to why His Majesty would suddenly ask about this matter.
But Vanilla replied with a slightly nostalgic tone:
“Your Majesty, I haven’t been home since I went back five years ago.”
Five years ago, she went back to Braxton.
It was already night when she witnessed Miss Lia casting a spell on the meadow in front of her house.
The magical light in the sky was as dazzling as fireworks.
At that time, Vanilla was very surprised.
Miss Lia looks like an ordinary human, so why can she use magic?
But then, everything returned to calm, just like a brief firework dissipating in the night sky.
She remembered that Miss Leah's face showed no joy at that time; a deep melancholy was hidden beneath her calm expression.
Even Vanilla's return failed to bring her any joy; instead, the heavy silence almost infected Vanilla herself.
Miss Leah's words landed coldly on her heart:
"Try not to come back in the future. Just take good care of Her Majesty the Empress."
But at that time, she could clearly see despair and sorrow in Miss Leah's eyes.
It was as if they had lost all hope for life.
Vanilla faithfully followed Miss Lia's instructions.
However, the Clavner family regularly sends caravans to the capital, and Vanilla takes this opportunity to make contact with them.
Most of them were there to investigate the family's situation.
Although her body remained in the capital, her heart often longed for her home in Braxton.
"Really? It's been five years."
Aurelion sighed softly, then suddenly stopped and turned to look to the side.
Her gaze traveled down the long corridor, through the narrow French windows, and out to the view beyond the palace.
The sunlight outside shone on the buildings outside the palace, reflecting a golden glow into her eyes.
Do you want to go back and take a look?
"Meow?"
Vanilla was startled.
She was already feeling a bit guilty lately because of her master's situation.
As luck would have it, His Majesty suddenly asked her at this time if she wanted to go home for a visit.
Has His Majesty discovered something?
As her thoughts became chaotic, she instinctively wagged her tail, revealing her inner unease.
But she maintained a calm and composed demeanor on the surface.
Having studied under the Queen for many years, she already knew exactly what expression to make at what time.
"Your Majesty, I don't want to go back yet."
"If I leave, who will take care of you?"
Aurelion gazed at the sunlight outside, her clear pupils reflecting its brilliance:
"There are quite a few servants in the palace, and they should be given some opportunities."
"Besides, I don't always need to be waited on."
Just as Vanilla was about to say something more, Aurelion turned around and interrupted her.
"I just have a feeling, like something has come back."
The lingering golden afterglow in her eyes, like a ray of hope, quietly seeped into her gaze.
"But he, who was so close to me, disappeared again."
At this moment, Vanilla was speechless.
At this moment, Aurelion's usually calm eyes were filled with a variety of inexplicable and complex emotions.
Sadness, grief, doubt, longing...
Finally, these emotions came together.
Her calm tone, carrying a hint of melting ice and a gentle warmth of spring, rang in Xiang Zilan's ears.
"Consider this my order to you, Vanilla."
"Help me go find him."
...
The sacred tree of Yad stands tall atop the hill.
Its massive trunk, like a pillar connecting heaven and earth, extends deep into the clouds, swaying with glossy and dense green leaves.
A huge shadow covered the slightly raised hills, while sunlight dappled through the dense foliage.
Koko lay listlessly on the soft, fluffy clouds, as if his body had been hollowed out.
Even with the replenishment of magic potions, the mental fatigue after a day's work is still difficult to completely eliminate.
While resting, Kokot turned his head and his gaze fell on Victor beside him.
"Victor, why do you look so pale?"
Victor leaned against the tree trunk, his head hanging heavily, looking even more exhausted than Kokot.
His appearance caught Coco's attention, and she couldn't help but ask:
"Did you not get enough rest last night?"
Viktor gently raised his head, glanced at Cocotte, and sighed.
"Perhaps you need rest more than I do."
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