Act 318 Final Farewell

"Delphine? Miss Delphine!"

The distant voice seemed to come from another world, faintly.

The prime minister's daughter slowly opened her eyes, her eyes as deep and beautiful as amethyst. The first thing she saw was the slightly dazzling sunlight through the shade of the trees. It was the sunlight after noon. It dyed the layers of leaves into light yellow and tender green colors. The veins of the branches and leaves were clearly visible in the sunlight, and they echoed in the woods. There was a boring and monotonous sound of insects.

She frowned, as if recalling something, but a palpitating look soon appeared on her face. Delphine took a breath, blinked, and then saw clearly the pair of eyes not far away that were staring at him.

"Lord Lord."

"Are you okay?" Brando looked at Delphine, who looked pale as if she had been fished out of the water, and noticed her subconscious curling up, and couldn't help but wonder if she had just woken up from some nightmare.

"Can you help me up, Lord?"

Brando looked at her for a moment and nodded.

He reached out to hold her shoulders, helped her up, and sat on a rock. Delphine's whole body was almost soaked with sweat, his face was pale, and he looked like he was just recovering from a serious illness. He only raised his head and stared at the former in a daze.

Brando felt a little uncomfortable when she saw her, and couldn't help lowering his head to avoid the latter's gaze. What caught his eye was the girl's snow-white and slender neck. The dazzling white skin actually looked slightly transparent in the sun. , the capillaries below are also clearly visible.

"...Does it look good?" Delphine suddenly asked quietly.

"Ahem..."

"I still don't understand."

"What don't you understand?" Brando was stunned.

"I don't understand what you're thinking."

"I?"

"Lord, don't you feel a little bit moved?" Delphine looked at Brando's eyes, his eyes a little blurred: "I have already been your mistress, haven't I?"

She raised her hand and stopped Brando from speaking: "I understand that the Lord is so afraid of me. It's because she is a woman with a heart of snakes and scorpions, right?"

Brando frowned. He could faintly hear a sense of depression in Delphine's tone. He rarely saw the prime minister's daughter like this.

"No, Miss Delphine—"

"I understand, that is pity. There is also some guilt. You want to pity me and give me charity. Because you have my body, you want to be responsible for me, right?"

Brando froze slightly.

Delphine shook his head slightly, with a deep light in his purple eyes: "How ridiculous. In fact, if I were in the empire, I would never like a coward like you. Lord, Elman is more determined and loyal than you. Thousands of times colder, this is exactly why I chose him——"

Brando couldn't help but feel a little unhappy being described like this by this woman. Although he might not care about some of her values ​​and opinions, he was still a man after all.

Seeing Brando's face, a trace of surprise flashed in the Prime Minister's eyes: "It seems that I have made you angry, Lord."

"No, Miss Delphine. Even if someone is thousands of times colder than me, that is not worthy of my envy at all. In fact, quite the opposite." How could Brando admit that he was actually enjoying himself before.

Delphine suddenly sighed: "Yes, that is indeed not worthy of your envy."

Brando was stunned.

"Because they have become the past one by one. Just like me, the once mighty empire has now fallen apart. Everything I pursued. What is left now?"

Delphine asked herself quietly: "Perhaps the real ridiculous thing is that I am an unaware woman."

Seeing her depressed expression, Brando felt something in his heart. He knew that what he had seen and heard these days had affected her. After all, she was an ordinary person - even the eldest daughter of a prime minister's family. And how could her original knowledge and intentions surpass the class she represents?

at this moment,

He suddenly realized that the most valuable asset left to him by his two life experiences may not be the highest authority called the 'system', but the one that allows him to be free from the limitations of history and the present and be able to directly The vision that sees through the future and confusion.

Everyone - when everyone in this world is bound and fettered by their own destiny and what they see and hear, he has already stood at the intersection of history and the future.

Because he had witnessed the coming of such an era with his own eyes.

It was the past, present and future, and they held no secrets in his eyes.

So in the dark age, a king came. He knew everything, and in his eyes, the world had no secrets.

And perhaps this is the most important wealth that Martha does not hesitate to disrupt the flow of time and pass on to the chosen ones.

Brando couldn't help but subconsciously let go of his palm. There, in his palm, there was a ball of light exuding a faint green light. It was shining, green like a dream, and the light was flowing in the palm of his hand.

Delphine was attracted by the light. She raised her head and stared at the ball of light in Brando's hand: "Is this a natural orb?"

Brando nodded.

"Ms. Martha gave it to you?"

Brando nodded again, and the scene from that time could not help but reappear in his mind:

After Martha answered all of this softly, the space became quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Brando felt that his mind was in a mess and he was speechless for a long time.

The people of God are earthlings, so as a pure earthling, it seems that everything has a reasonable explanation.

After a while, he stammered: "So...I am the only person with the highest authority besides Roman?"

Martha nodded slightly.

She said softly:

"So do you understand, my child, now you will become the only hope of this world, and until that day, Warnd's fate will depend on your choice-"

Martha's voice seemed as soft and peaceful as ever, but Brando frowned: "I don't understand, Lord Martha, I don't understand!"

"Since the age of Azure, haven't the gods passed away to create an era for mortals? Amber is the holy sword for mortals to control their destiny. But if the survival of the world still depends on the hands of a certain person, how can it be called Is it our own salvation?"

"What if," he couldn't help but raise his voice: "If one day, there is no such savior in this world, where will the mortals go? In that era, who will fight against the Dragon of Dusk? What if this It’s the future we foresee. So what’s the point of its existence?”

"Lord Martha, are we doing everything just to get everything back to where it started?"

Brando suddenly felt at a loss. If what the world needs is just a supreme king and a savior, then what is the difference between his choice and that of the Silver Queen?

What qualifications does he have to accuse the Silver Queen of doing everything wrong?

What is the significance of the sacrifices of the Dark Dragon Odin and the four sages and countless sages?

No. This probably shouldn't be like this.

He couldn't help but raise his head, as if he wanted to get the answer on the face of this mother of all things.

But Martha just looked at him and smiled.

"This is very good, my child." She suddenly held up her hands, holding a crown of light in her hands: "This is really good. Maybe one day, you will remember what you said today."

"What?"

Martha interrupted him softly:

"Brando. You must understand that for this war, it has just begun. A mere Akentu is nothing. The crisis is far from over. The Twilight Dragon already understands that this is just a trap. And I have never placed the final throne here..."

"And when it turns its attention to Warend, this war will truly come, even if its body is still sealed by mortal sages. But it still has thousands of minions..."

"Get ahead of the Dragon of Dusk, find the Seat of Ending, and use the key of destiny to open the way to the future."

"Who will control the fate of mortals?" Martha's eyes were gentle and sentimental: "Brando. It will be left to your own choice."

"Martha...sir?"

She had gently lowered her hands.

"Brando, my child, maybe one day you will become the king."

"On that day, I will crown you in the clouds - you will bathe in the mountains and shout, and all the voices of the ages, people and nations will call you king -"

"Your throne is above the destiny separated by the flames, at the pinnacle of the ancient sages. You will be the holder of the only scepter, the master of all worlds and worlds, the King of Wond."

"When that day comes, Brando, please obey your inner voice. At that moment, you will understand everything."

Brando raised his head and watched Martha gently put down the crown, letting him feel the heavy weight of the crown.

"Mark my words, child," Martha's tone was more serious than ever: "If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight."

She lowered her hand gently and gave him one last look.

Then the mother of all ages and all things slowly turned around and walked forward.

"Master Martha!" Brando trembled slightly, seeming to understand something in his heart.

"My children, farewell forever. From now on, the fate of the world will be linked to you——"

Martha smiled slightly, and she seemed to have walked into a white light. Her figure gradually moved away in the light, and finally turned into a scattering of light spots.

Brando stared at this scene blankly, and in that light, he seemed to see many people and things. They slowly came to him and said goodbye to him one by one.

"Do you still remember me, Sophie? I am Crystal. We will never see you again."

"Little guy, do you understand now, what is the blood of the source?" The man laughed loudly: "What does the mere blood of the Dark God mean to you?"

He patted him on the shoulder: "Take good care of Roman and act like a man."

Finally, a girl with long green hair hanging down to her ankles came to him and looked at him quietly: "Sophie, I know you can't remember the days we spent together, but don't forget the truth. The ideals and beliefs of the Council, take care of yourselves.”

"Goddess Gaia..." Brando blurted out.

But he immediately closed his mouth and looked at the other woman who suddenly stood in front of him in astonishment.

"M...Princess Magdalen?"

"You might as well call me Project 13," a rebellious smile appeared on the face of the woman who looked like the nun princess. She shook her head and replied, "But forget it, that's all in the past anyway. It’s a matter of fact, and besides, the plan itself is nothing more than a cover-up.”

"You are..." Brando suddenly reacted.

"Tell her to forget me," the woman smiled freely: "I just hope she can be happy."

The woman bent down and saluted him: "No. 13, I bid you farewell, Mr. Sophie."

One by one the figures disappeared.

The space seemed to become quiet again.

Brando raised his head and saw only spots of light falling all over the sky, falling between his shoulders and hands. He subconsciously held up his hands and gathered them into a ball of light in his palms.

The ball of light flickered.

Green as the light of a dream.

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