The Grand Elder knew that Her Majesty the Queen must want to talk to Cecil to protect the Elven race, but even the gods were no match for her, so how could Her Majesty possibly talk to Cecil?
He couldn't let His Majesty take that risk; if anyone had to go, it should be him.
"Don't worry, I will come back safely, I promise you." Looking at the worried elder, Wan Ge knew what he was worried about.
But she was certain that Cecil wouldn't hurt her, and that she wasn't going to see him because of the elves, although she could ask them together.
What I'm more concerned about now is Cecilia's emotions and the situation. Will he suffer a backlash, his hands stained with blood, and will his mentality have already collapsed?
What Wan Ge is worried about now is Cecilia's mental state.
“But…” Cecil is really in too much danger right now. No matter what, Her Majesty the Queen should not go to his side.
Wan Ge reached out and patted the elder's head: "Be good, trust me."
The Grand Elder looked at the beautiful Queen before him and smiled kindly again. Her Majesty had devoted her entire life to the elves, even her original engagement had been called off, and now she had to face Cicel alone…
"Ciscel isn't as bad as you think, really."
Seeing the certainty in the Queen's eyes, the Grand Elder finally said, "Then you must return safely."
"Okay." After saying that, Wange took out another Poké Ball, which contained half of the original owner's power, to help them rebuild their home.
As the elder took the Poké Ball, Wan Ge had already disappeared before his eyes.
A tiny elf approached the elder, her beautiful eyes looking at him: "Brother...where is Your Majesty going?"
The elder patted his sister's head: "His Majesty is going to see that big bad guy. His Majesty wants to protect us."
"Is she going alone?"
The elder nodded.
The innocent little elf then asked, "Isn't His Majesty in great danger?"
"Right..." His Majesty said he wasn't that bad, but the entire divine race... was destroyed by his hand.
…
In the ruins, Wan Ge found Cecily, holding a sword with the blood of the gods flowing from it.
Seemingly sensing someone else's presence, Cisel instantly turned around, his bloodshot, empty pupils staring at Wan Ge. Looking at Wan Ge, Cisel seemed lifeless, like a killing machine.
Wan Ge moved closer to him, reached out and hugged him, her hand stroking his soft silver hair: "Cissel, don't be afraid."
The sword fell from Cisel's hand. He could sense that the person in front of him had no intention of killing him. Her voice was soft and gentle, she smelled sweet, and her embrace was especially warm, just like when his mother held him when he was a child.
"Who are you?" Cisel could sense the aura of a flying god on him; she was an elf.
"My name is An Ge, and I am your future wife." You may not believe it, but I am your wife. I got to know your future before I got to know your present.
Wan Ge never imagined that the part Xisel had forgotten was actually a tragic life depicted in the story. Fortunately, she hadn't delved into it back then, and hadn't reminded him of it.
"Really?" Cissel murmured softly, simply leaning gently against the person in front of her, obediently staying in his arms, seemingly not thinking about anything anymore.
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