boom!

The door of the palace banquet hall was blasted open, and a wet, old motorcycle flew in. The guests quickly stood up and dodged, watching the damaged motorcycle slide all the way to the bottom of the throne and hit the steps, breaking into pieces.

In the rain, a servant walked in, covered in blood and holding a long sword. The servant's uniform was a tuxedo, and after being soaked in blood, it suddenly looked like a dark red windbreaker, but no one knew whose blood it was; the mask on his face only revealed a pair of eyes, so no one could see his expression clearly.

Asian sound.

The same voice echoed in everyone's heart.

Fifty years of sainthood.

The guardian of Nabistim.

The gospel reigns.

The savior who protects all living beings, the most benevolent and kind emperor.

But not everyone was willing to watch the show. Efaline, Anfil and Qinna all wanted to say something, but at this time the queen raised her hand slightly, and everyone seemed to have been deprived of the right to speak. They could only watch in silence the change of times and the birth of the new emperor.

Then, the sun will rise as usual tomorrow.

But his steps became faster and faster, as if he could not wait to retrieve the crown, and finally he even spread his golden and silver wings and flew over.

He raised his sword, like a rainbow piercing the sun, like a meteor striking the moon!

clang!

The long sword pierced through the veil and stopped at the neck. The tip of the sword pierced through the skin, oozing out a drop of crystal blood.

"My blood is also red." The Queen seemed to see the doubt in his heart and explained. The two secret guards stood quietly on both sides of the throne, as if they didn't care what happened on the throne or who sat on the throne.

He looked at the Queen with mixed emotions in his eyes.

"Why don't you take action?" The Queen said, "Anger, resentment, fear, despair, there is clearly a black tsunami in your heart, why don't you vent it directly? I am right in front of you, why don't you use my death to fill the emptiness in your heart?"

"Do you hate me? Yes."

"Do you want to kill me? Yes."

"Are you afraid? No."

"Why is that?"

The Queen seemed to be smiling: "Because you are pitying me."

He remained silent.

"You know the process of the birth of each generation of queens: living to adulthood as the purest, most innocent, kindest, and most beautiful girl, and then taking charge of the gospel and taking care of this land for fifty years until the next queen takes over." The queen said: "You know Ruiyin is right, Ruiyin is just trying to continue the future of the country; you know those pursuers are also right, they are just trying to clear the noise that will affect the happiness of countless people; you know the gospel is also right, it is just weaving the best future from countless possibilities."

"Even the two people who needed to be executed were not wrong, because they hadn't done anything wrong yet."

“But the gospel does not give them the opportunity to make mistakes.”

Ash finally spoke: "This isn't the story."

"Reality is not a fairy tale." Queen: "It can only be this way."

"It's really nice to see you in person, though."

"Um?"

"You are indeed a candidate for the gospel," the queen said, "you will become the purest, truest, kindest and most beautiful Yisu."

Just then, the Queen took a step forward.

She gracefully pressed her neck into Ash's sword.

Facing Ash's horrified eyes, the Queen winked playfully. In the last moments of her life, she seemed to have regained the innocence she had fifty years ago.

"Everything that comes into being for the first time is always greeted with a farewell."

"Thank you, Ash. Sorry, Ayin."

Ash watched the Queen's body dissipate like sand in the wind, and he was a little dazed for a moment - unlike him, no one even knew the Queen's real name.

But he no longer had time to feel sentimental. When the previous generation of host died, the ownership of the gods completely changed hands.

Boom!

Ash shook his body slightly, as if he felt cold after being in the rain for too long.

He took two steps forward, held the handle, and slowly sat down on the throne.

Everyone knelt subconsciously, including the secret guards on both sides of the throne. The storm outside calmed down at this moment, as if the world was also welcoming the emperor's return.

Yayin slowly opened his eyes.

…

…

On the bridge outside the parking lot, many seriously injured saints were lying.

Under the bridge is a river. The rain was heavy, the river was turbulent, and fish were swimming in the water. When the waves hit the shore, the fish, shrimps and crabs pushed half of the invasive species that did not belong to this river onto the water platform.

The little girl was lying on the wet stone floor, her hair clean and black. It hurts, Diya thought, so this is her turn to play, and she is the only one who can bear the pain of her sister.

But the pain soon stopped, the rapid hypothermia took away her consciousness, and the strong sleepiness paralyzed her nerves. She couldn't think of anything else, she just wanted to close her eyes quickly and never wake up again.

Unless Ash wakes her up with a kiss.

Ash.

Diya opened her eyes, and a huge creature suddenly broke into her sight.

It had four beautiful horns, a body covered with gleaming bronze scales, a mouthful of ferocious but neat fangs, and eyes as big as a half-length mirror. Diya could even see herself in its pupils...

It's a bronze dragon.

It looked at Diya quietly. Diya asked with strength coming out of nowhere, "Is the trial over?"

It nodded.

The trial of the bronze dragon is very simple, with only one curse and one condition: the curse is that she will lose her past identity, be teleported to another place, her body will be transformed into that of a child, and her magic power will be blocked; the condition of the trial is to survive until the death of this generation of Queen Yisu.

This trial was undoubtedly tailor-made for Diya: the bronze dragon helped her escape from the tower, concealed her identity, and even changed her appearance. As long as Queen Yisu was alive, she would be at risk of being captured and put on armor to become a saint.

The end of the trial means that Diya can restore her original body and start a new and beautiful life. However, at this time Diya is not happy at all.

Because the death of Queen Yisu means the birth of the new emperor Yayin.

The bronze dragon tapped her lightly, and as the raindrops hit her crisply, Diya found that her body had recovered back to that of an adult - but still only half.

But it doesn’t matter, her magic power can finally be used in reality.

Against the sun.

Diya used the 'Reverse Sun' magic on herself, and her body completely recovered to the state it was one day ago - that is, the state of little girl Lis, even the dress she wore was exactly the same.

Eh? Wait? The Sun Reversal Spirit is a momentary reversal, there is no such thing as a cancellation, so does that mean I will always be a little girl?

But it doesn’t matter.

That's fine.

Diya looked up at the bronze dragon: "Although I have never expected your blessing, but you are so mean, you will definitely give me a perfect laugh, right?"

It actually nodded.

As its four sharp corners glowed, Diya felt that her soul seemed to become more solid.

"Blessing of the Bronze Dragon: Your mental resistance increases by 13%, and your soul's adaptability to gods of all factions increases by 13%."

By the time Diya had analyzed the effect of the blessing, the bronze dragon had disappeared.

She suddenly felt like laughing. She underwent the bronze dragon trial to escape her fate, but after passing it, she had to embrace her fate.

It seems like nothing has changed, yet it seems like everything has changed.

When she dies fifty years later, her warlock handbook will surely contain this sentence: Bronze dragons are terrible bastards!

She squatted on the paddling platform and looked at her blurry reflection in the river.

"Sister Liz." Diya called softly, "I need you now."

Little Witch: “Ah?”

White Queen: "I'm not calling you."

Little Witch: "But I'm Liz."

Black Butler: "You are the second generation Liz, and Diya is calling the first generation."

Little Witch: "Liz actually has two generations!?"

White Queen: "Have you forgotten? Liz refers specifically to the sister who is in charge of real-life activities. So, of course there was another Liz before you were born."

The little witch was stunned for a moment, then she remembered that she was the sister of Lysdiya who was born after she escaped from the tower. This meant that when Lysdiya was in the tower, there must have been another 'Lis'.

So who is this 'Liz'?

The Secret Princess is specifically responsible for virtual world activities, and although the White Queen, Black Butler, and Red Death Apostle can all become 'Liz', the little witch now knows that when in the tower, the 'Liz' who is responsible for real activities should be a princess who fits the description of "the purest, most innocent, kindest, and most beautiful girl."

Even though the little witch loved everyone, she had to admit that none of them could perfectly meet these conditions. Compared to them, Dad might be more qualified.

Little Witch: "So, we actually have another sister? Why hasn't she shown up yet?"

Red Dead: "Because she is the complete opposite of Dea."

Little Witch: "I don't understand."

White Queen: "She is the purest, most innocent, kindest, and most beautiful being in the truest sense. This means that even if Diya tells her the truth, she will not resist this fate, but will choose to sacrifice herself to protect all living beings. What's more, we dare not tell her that she is our umbrella of protection. Once she has problems, the Queen will discover our existence."

White Queen: "And as long as she exists, the Armoring is still in progress. She is our enemy. In order to survive, she must disappear."

Little Witch: "Disappear?! Could it be that you——"

Black Butler: "We once advised Diya to kill her, but Diya didn't do it. Instead, she sealed her away."

Little Witch: "Seal? How?"

Red Dead: "She is different from us. She is not a sorcerer. She and Diya are multiple personalities in the true sense. They can't appear at the same time like us. So when she is in control of the body, Diya can only hide. That's why she is called the 'Secret Princess'."

"After Diya took over the body, her personality also sank into sleep deep in her soul. Unless Diya voluntarily gave up the body, she would not wake up at all."

"So, we also call her——"

"sleeping Beauty."

Diya watched herself in the water gradually fade away, and then reorganized into a girl who looked similar to her original body, but with a completely different temperament, like a princess from a fairy tale.

The princess opened her eyes, covered her mouth and yawned, looking at her with a puzzled and curious look.

"Sister Liz," Diya bit her lower lip, "Please save him."