Chapter 155 Playing a Beautiful Overture (End of Main Text)
After Mysella finished yelling, her sister grabbed her head and said: "Well, now everyone knows that Apocalypse is sold in bulk!"
The instant she struck the head, the theatrical performance of Mysella and Eliza's wedding in the phantom suddenly magnified, completely covering the "Nolana King" who was "studying abroad" on the grassland and the astonished face of the horse that had been cut off.
As night fell, Andra finally slept beside the little princess, holding her in his arms.
Eleanor, nestled in her lover's arms, pondered a question: what kind of blessing should she bestow upon the world?
Her current power is very similar to that of the daughters of the various gods—all possessing the power to change the world.
She can manipulate the atmosphere and create something called spiritual energy, allowing a small group of people to begin their spiritual practice.
She can bless countless people and create hundreds of chosen ones and even a few immortals in each generation.
She can also permanently cancel certain natural disasters, or create new intelligent races, such as elves...
But these blessings were not what she wanted; they all had too many flaws.
Change may bring more conflict and risks. Even without considering the "decline of spiritual energy" after she loses her memory and creates the "end times," we should be careful that some people will become "I don't eat beef."
If he loses his memory and is reincarnated, the world will be doomed if a corrupted superhero permanently rules over it.
She was unwilling to widen the gap between people, even if the gap was already large.
Eleanor drifted off to sleep, slumbering with her lover.
Andra held her so tightly, whispering in her sleep that she couldn't hear.
The slightly fragmented images blended into their dreams, making their beautiful dreams even more colorful.
......
The next day, Eleanor stretched and was dressed up beautifully by Coral—in preparation for visiting Eva in the afternoon.
"Ugh—"
Mysella was outside, wailing loudly.
When everyone ran out to see, they found her buttocks were swollen so badly that two servants had no choice but to carry her back on a board and throw her in the corridor with a yelp.
"Who hit him?!"
"king."
"......"
"The king fought it himself."
"That's all."
Under her sister's watchful gaze, who was concerned about the disabled, Myrcella struggled to raise one hand and cried out, "Let me out... I need to find my wife, waaaaaah!"
She seemed to know why this guy had been beaten.
Eleanor sighed, about to say something, when she saw her sister climb down the plank, crawling in the shadows like a worm, and wriggle into her room... then she came out with three boxes of soap.
"What are you doing?"
Mysella smiled sheepishly: "I'm packing it up; I'm bringing her a gift."
"..." Eleanor slapped her forehead hard and shouted behind her, "Keep a close eye on her!!"
"No--"
"...I'll let her out after I've prepared the formal gift for Eliza."
"Yay!"
As night fell, Eleanor walked into a lavish party, her skirt billowing in the air.
The scattered lamplight flickered, and Eva was sipping wine from the cups of the concubines.
Da da da.
She heard light footsteps and looked up.
Her black hair was edged with gold by the firelight. She was about to call out something with a smile when she was struck by a series of shards in a daze.
Year after year of decline, the daughter's companionship, and the words of solace...
A relentless exploration and painful, numbing physical experiments, culminating in a graceful exit...
And—a life of satisfaction and pride.
These fleeting thoughts flashed through her mind, appearing suddenly and disappearing quickly, leaving only faint traces.
This is a revelation, a harbinger, and a blessing.
"Mother."
For a moment, the petite girl's image overlapped with multiple layers of the girl's, linking with the confident smiles of the young woman and the tall, elegant lady.
Eva took her daughter's hand, wanting to hold it tightly but quickly letting go after feeling the soft touch.
She took a deep breath, as if reuniting with a long-awaited companion.
"...Go do what you want to do."
Eleanor, my daughter, my pride.
Countless fragments of light and shadow merged into a single picture amidst sighs and hopes.
The king rises again, facing the boundless glory.
What does Eleanor want to do?
Many - a lot.
Hudora, who had fallen asleep amidst the filth, finally heard the early commotion of the market one morning.
She opened the door and saw a slender girl standing in the sunlight, gently waving to her and them.
The blood-red hue of death was washed away by clear water, replaced by the golden hues of wheat and corn, and a bright and clean school.
Eleanor raised the flag, and the procession behind her grew ever larger.
Words are pale in comparison to facts.
Apart from "Apocalypse," she has not used any other power.
That's enough.
People followed her, but only a few followed purely for the prophetic, dreamlike "revelation." Most, however, saw a glittering future through the princess's small body—that the beautiful things you long for would surely come true.
"Let us strive to create in our lifetime and see that day."
She raised her hand toward the sun, as if holding up endless stars.
......
"Eleanor, do you want to drink the secret potion?"
On an ordinary afternoon, Eva looked at her daughter's profile as she wrote at her desk.
Eleanor paused, then said softly, "Hmm... I need to think about it some more."
"good."
Eva shrugged and didn't press the matter.
Anyway, it's not an important thing.
Her daughter, Eleanor, doesn't need any secret medicine to become the crown princess.
This conversation was not a private one; the study window was open, and even the servants were moving heavy scrolls around nearby.
Ophelia knew about this, of course.
There's not much to say about her.
Since receiving a divine revelation, the second princess decisively abandoned sword practice and all political courses, focusing all her efforts on honing her calligraphy and painting skills at home.
The ending of the first life is still too authoritative.
Ophelia frowned and made a stroke, adding lively eyes to the bird on the beauty's finger.
In another dimension, the shattered traitor also turned to dust along with the demise of the timeline.
It's hard to say whether she feared Andra's brutal treatment or the years-long, seemingly hopeless, suffocating period of rule.
Only one person voiced a clear objection to whether Eleanor should drink the potion.
Andra.
The boy's upright posture, as straight as a pine tree, collapsed with a crash after being questioned.
She covered her face, her mind flashing through all the remaining impressions of King Eleanor.
Muscles - Counterattack - Domineering smile... Ugh.
She bit her lip and said with difficulty, "Eleanor, I don't want you to drink the secret medicine."
Even though she quickly added weakly, "Of course, even if you drink it, I will still love you..."
Seeing her conflicted expression, on the verge of tears, Eleanor chuckled.
Chirp.
She kissed her lover's warm lips and nestled into his arms. "Okay~"
......
In the same year, Princess Eleanor was named Crown Princess.
This was the first crown prince since the mythical era who did not drink the elixir, which should have aroused many dissenting voices, but in fact, not a single courtier complained.
What's wrong?
Do you want to pull down the "god" who improved planting methods, established research institutes, and made numerous inventions, and sit on top of him yourself?
Stay away from me, there's thunder in the sky.
The formal investiture ceremony was held after Eleanor came of age, and the afternoon of that day was also Eleanor and Andra's engagement ceremony.
The streets were covered with vibrant petals, and citizens picked flowers from the wild and flowerbeds and threw them at the approaching carriages.
People in residential areas, squares, and near the palace could see tall horses, dancing floats, and celebratory performers throwing colorful balls.
Meanwhile, people in the production area and those standing on high-rise buildings, peering through newly made telescopes, could see, along a certain route, incredibly sophisticated and stable horse-drawn carriages surrounding a somewhat comical vehicle.
A short track was laid on the ground, and a small car with multiple wheels and a comical front end wobbled along, carrying a young girl as it chugged forward.
"It's...it's Princess Eleanor!" someone exclaimed, covering their mouth with a silk handkerchief, a smile constantly spilling from their trembling eyelashes.
The black-haired girl wore a crown, held a bouquet of flowers in her left hand, and waved her right hand in all directions.
Her petite body sat in the small "carriage," like a big child sitting in a baby bathtub, with even her legs squeezed into the cramped space.
However, her smile was so radiant that everyone who saw her along the way was deeply moved and couldn't help but cheer.
"Long live Your Highness!"
"Your Highness Eleanor! Look over here, look over here."
"Your Highness, I love you—"
"Your Highness, that carriage is so uncomfortable!"
She seemed not to hear the noisy chatter, but replied cheerfully, "It's great!"
Kara.
When the "little train" arrived at the station, she stood up from the bathtub-like vehicle and opened her arms to the sky.
Before anyone could react, a new wave of noise suddenly erupted.
"It's the Prince—the Prince has arrived—"
"The Hetuya people..."
"Your Highness Andra is so handsome!!"
A girl with long, golden-red hair was holding a rope as she swung down from the balcony next to her.
Andra grabbed Eleanor's waist, and the girl laughed as she wrapped her arms around her neck. The two of them landed on the new steps, walked down the platform onto the float, and began the rest of the parade.
......
Years later, Eleanor finally decided what kind of blessing she should leave behind for the world.
She "discovered" a magical flower.
This flower resembles a marigold in shape, and when it blooms, it is a beautiful pale purple, like glass.
Besides its beauty, it also has a magical ability: it can give humans a vibrant life force.
Its fruit is useless to others, but those who cultivate it for a long time can remain young like those of noble blood, only to suddenly age at the very last moment.
However, this flower takes at least eighteen years to grow, and it requires a lot of kindness and good deeds to grow. It will wither instantly after feeling bloody malice or even sin.
How this flower will change the future is a matter for the future, but for now—Eleanor is holding a tiny baby in her arms, coaxing it with soft "woof woof" sounds.
"Mommy~"
"Mom...Mom!" The baby smiled at his mother, his eyes crinkling.
She reached out a small hand and grabbed Eleanor's loose sideburns, gave it a little nip, then innocently let go, her big eyes blinking.
Andra came running lightly from the next room, carrying a teddy bear that Coral had sewn by hand.
She looked at her daughter, whose face was covered in drool, clicked her tongue, picked up a bib to wipe it off, but her eyes were full of smiles: "Come on, call me Mother, Mother~".
The baby stared blankly at Andra, a hint of cunning flashing in its eyes.
Her lips twitched and her body trembled.
"Yes!" the child responded loudly, as if nodding!
"You little rascal—"
"Hey, hey, don't pinch the baby's face, it's so tender!!"
Thus, a brand new scroll unfolds beneath our feet, with countless roads overlapping each other, stretching endlessly into the unseen distance.
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Author's Note: Finally, the story of the old era has come to a perfect end. Next up is the side story! Hooray!
[Pat on head] My next story will most likely still be "I Am Your Endless Nightmare," I want to rise to the challenge! However, due to health reasons, I might not be able to start writing until next summer vacation. I'll polish it carefully, muah muah!
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