Chapter 539: The End of Every Story

A bunch of sky spears pierced straight into Cyril's chest.

Qian was gasping for breath. She clenched her spear tightly and watched the king of the power clan wailing, turning into countless fragments and dissipating in this world. She turned her head, and on the vast extreme plain, there was only a void left, and in the far and deep darkness, a azure back was walking away from her.

"Miss Owena!"

"Lord Lord!"

In the darkness, the mountain girl suddenly woke up. Soft sunlight is gently pouring into the room from the window. The thin curtains can't cover the bright summer, and on the desk, there is a warm lily.

Qian suddenly realized that she was having a nightmare. She sat on the bed and gently placed her hand on her chest. Everything in the past flowed gently in her heart. She raised her head and looked at the Azure Spear placed on the side of the room with some peace.

The sound of Hipamela fighting with Star was far from the view from the courtyard outside or the scolding voice of Nemesis.

Outside the window, the sky is blue and blue.

The carriage slowly drove into the forest, and Dilfery held the letterhead in his hand and stared silently in that direction until the shadow of the mail car finally disappeared.

She lowered her head and looked at the letter in her hand - a look of relief flashed in her bright eyes, and then she turned around briskly. In Yanbao's manor, the servants were whispering about the kingdom's annual grand wedding.

"And after that?"

"After that, everything will naturally be fine, the King of Flames will cut off the head of the Dragon of Twilight with his sword, and the war of our era will come to an end."

"What does this have to do with the princess's wedding?"

"Of course it does, Princess Fusha also participated in that war—"

"But the stories I've heard are different from yours. Didn't His Majesty the King of Flames leave our world?"

"You are a country rumor."

Delfrey smiled slightly. She raised her head and stared at the clouds above the sky. The sea breeze was gentle, and the letterhead in her hand seemed to be flying.

On the envelope was stamped a black pine seal.

...

A young man was walking on a fir-collared avenue, with a shaggy beard and a worn straw hat, with blades of grass in his mouth, looking around curiously. On the wide streets on both sides of the Firwood Fort, the appearance has changed greatly. On both sides of the road are those emerging buildings - all kinds of magic workshops, steam roaring, and on the green belt, there are still iron castings erected on both sides. The lamppost is also hung with the lily emblem of the royal family.

Pedestrians on the road have not seen such a ragged guy since the Silver Year of the First Epoch, and they all turned their attention to this young man. The young man was unconscious, and stopped to stop someone and asked:

"Dude, may I ask, what year is this year?"

"which year?"

"I mean, how long has it been since the year of the sword this year?"

The man looked at the young man as if he was insane: "This is the year of Xia Ye in the second era, and it has been twelve years since the year of the sword." Then he patted the young man on the shoulder: "Young man, Drink less alcohol, it's not good for your body-"

Caglis was dumbfounded.

He didn't expect that it would take him twelve years to return to this world after he was cast in the one-space exile spell. And the most important thing is that everything here has changed from the Eruin he knew - there are no lords, the kingdom has three more provinces located in the Black Forest, and the royal party has been in ten years. It was disbanded before, and the war was over, so much so that the natives of Tonigal turned out to be alcoholics themselves.

He sighed slightly, feeling a little melancholy in his heart.

Eruin still exists, but Lord, where are you?

He grabbed the man's arm, took out a silver coin from his pocket, put it in the other's hand, and asked, "Which number is today?

What kind of celebration is this? "

Caglis pointed to the sides of the street, which were decorated with lanterns and draped with lily emblems. In the square in the distance, there were also tables for beer barrels and food. The entire fir collar is now filled with a festive atmosphere.

"Don't you know, man, this is Her Royal Highness's wedding—"

"His Royal Highness's wedding?" Caglis was taken aback: "Princess Griffin is getting married. Who is she marrying?"

"Princess Griffin," the man said angrily, "His Royal Highness the eldest princess passed away a few years ago, keep your mouth shut, young man, the one married is Princess Fusha."

"The eldest princess has passed away? Is it Princess Fusha who is married?"

Caglis watched the man walk away in a stunned manner, but his mind still didn't react for a long time - who is Princess Fusha?

He walked into the central plaza of Firwood Castle a little lost. Under the bright sunshine, the towering statue finally caught his eye.

Caglis stood still.

Tears welled up from his eyes instantly.

Because he finally recognized that the most striking knight statue on the square was the one he revered.

His lord.

He just stood under the statue in a daze, until someone came to him, stood side by side with him, and looked up at the statue. After a while, the man said:

"For many years, fewer and fewer people will stop under this statue."

Caglis turned around suddenly when he heard the familiar voice.

"Mr Leto?"

"Caglis!?"

...

The high arched windows, bright colors, and the courtyard outside the window are still the same as always. It seems that in the past ten years, this somewhat quiet study has not changed much since the year her father passed away.

Griffin quietly looked at the long-backed chair under the curtain. The red velvet cushion on the chair reflected the golden afternoon sun. In the slanting beams of sunlight, dust was flying up and down, and she still remembered a girl sitting on this chair, listening to Overwell's story on that equally quiet afternoon.

Her Royal Highness the eldest princess blinked slowly, she put her mind away, closed the door gently, and then turned around and walked out.

But a voice stopped her from behind.

"elder sister."

Haruze wears a crown on his head and looks at her sister's slender and tall figure from behind. In the past ten years, he has grown up and has the responsibility and responsibility of being a king. But there are some things, always in his heart can not let go.

"Call me the princess."

"Sister," Haruze couldn't help whispering, "Take me to say hello to the teacher."

Griffin turned his head and looked at his brother with wandering eyes.

Her Royal Highness had a faint smile on her face: "Why don't you go by yourself?"

"Teacher, he doesn't want to see me—"

"Really?" Griffin's eyes flashed with a narrow light: "Speaking of which, I married him instead of you."

"elder sister--"

Haruze suddenly couldn't hang up: "Can you stop talking about Princess Fusha, I didn't mean it."

"It doesn't matter," Princess Griffin smiled happily: "She will be me in the future, so of course it has nothing to do with you."

Haruze looked at his sister, dumbfounded.

...

There were laughter and discussions in the hall of Firwood Castle from time to time, and everyone was preparing for the next wedding - the wedding of Viscount Canolan and Princess Fusha, although perhaps half a year ago, Eruin still No one ever knew where exactly this Kanoran was in the kingdom. Perhaps a newly cultivated land in the dark forest, a brave knight won the heart of the princess.

Everything is just like the legend from ten years ago.

But in harmony, there are always some dissonant notes. For example, there is a voice here with some eyebrows and eyes and angrily said: "This account is wrong again, Antitina! Flo, go and call Flo!"

With a wry smile, the staff lady looked at the merchant lady with her small eyebrows raised on her hips, and replied, "Furo and Mister Charles have already gone on a tour on the Great Plains, and they are taking Tia with them."

"Oh," the angry merchant lady knocked on the forehead: "I remember, this guy is in charge of this account—"

She raised her head, just in time to see a sneaky figure going upstairs, and immediately shouted: "Brando, stop for me!"

But how could Brando stop and run immediately.

So the merchant lady's angry voice could be heard in almost the entire castle: "Brando, you are dead, did you climb on the bed of that little dragon again yesterday!"

"Or Akane? Or those two little she-wolves!"

The mountain girl was about to go out, but when she heard this sentence, a red cloud immediately flew up her face. She just opened the door and saw a certain lord outside the door winking at her.

Qian froze for a moment, then silently closed the door again.

"Anyway," the merchant lady's voice came in from outside: "I tell you, Brando, the bed can be messed up, but the account can't be messed up. If you make such a low-level mistake again, I will kick you out of me. The Chamber of Commerce!"

In the garden, Morpheus was listening to the chickens and dogs in the castle happily, and he looked at his sister. Andrigg looked in that direction angrily and replied, "A pair of dogs and men."

The little silver elf princess who was sitting on the side couldn't help smiling when she heard Andrrig's complaint. She raised her head and looked at the sun-dappled shade of the tree.

I suddenly felt an unprecedented peace in my heart.

...

within the cemetery.

Edsa quietly stared at the quiet and lonely tombstone among the rose bushes, her eyes were soft, as if recalling everything that happened many years ago. In that era that people today call troubled times, her heart can find support instead, and in this era, she can only feel alone.

She stayed in front of the tomb for a long time, like one afternoon every week, she would stop here. For her, in this lonely cemetery, a king was buried in her heart.

She silently held the necklace in her hand. On the necklace, there was only one crystal pendant missing.

That was all she hoped for.

Edsa turned slowly and walked out of the cemetery. At this time, she heard a surprised cry from behind her:

"Meria!"

Edsa turned her head and saw a corner of the cemetery. A girl she had seen several times was staring dumbfounded at the young man standing in front of her. On the other side's beautiful face, tears were already streaming down his face.

"Caglis... are you still alive?!"

The two hugged tightly.

Seeing this, Edsa suddenly understood what happened. She lightly pressed her chest with her hand, feeling a little warmth in her heart. She looked at the shining forests in the distance, and seemed to have made a decision in her heart.

She raised her head and strode out of the cemetery.

After that, people never saw this lady in the fir collar again, and it was not until many years later that a beautiful legend circulated in the southern border of Eruin. In that legend, a nun of Javier's Silver Lily Society dedicated her life to those who were blind.

...

In the quiet woods in the afternoon, Brando managed to escape from the Fir Castle. Holding the letterhead in his hand, he strolled alone in the sunny woodland. This woodland once carried many of his beautiful memories. Those memories, with the accumulation of years, have become more mellow and unique.

He held up the letter in his hand, which was a congratulatory letter from Faina to him, complaining about why he hadn't seen her for so long. But more, this mature lady depicts everything about the new Cruz. After Prince Lenarette succeeded to the throne, the empire gained a long-silent new life, everything gradually got on the right track, and people gradually forgot The pain of the past began to rebuild their homeland on the ruins after the battlefield.

At the end of the letter, Faina once again urged him to go to the Empire to meet her.

Thinking of Her Royal Highness the Princess of Mekhotofen, Brando couldn't help but smile slightly. He took the letter in his arms and let out a long sigh of relief.

After the first battle at dusk, everything returned to its original state. Huanghuo was in Jiufeng, and senior sister also traveled around the world, occasionally sending him some local specialties. The world seems to have changed. Although the border of civilization is supreme, there are still some monsters and the remnants of the dusk, but after the death of the dragon of dusk, everything for everyone is at least moving in the best direction.

In the hearts of the world, the King of Fire is dead.

But as a mortal, he survived.

After losing all his strength, there seems to be no discomfort, but Brando has always had a vague regret in his heart. He silently took out the slightly wrinkled card from his arms. On the card, there was a drawing of the lady in a long black dress with a mask.

The card was so old that it had lost all its magic power, but he stared at the card blankly and said softly, "The king didn't die, but you went and escaped alone—"

The rustling in the woods seemed to echo his voice.

But suddenly, like an illusion, a laughing voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Speaking ill of others behind their backs is not what a king should do."

Brando's hand trembled slightly, and the piece of paper fell down unexpectedly.

He turned his head dazedly.

Under the pale yellow and mottled sunlight, in the interlaced light and shadow, it was the sensible and arrogant girl, the prime minister's daughter who seemed to be still wearing the long dress she left that day, watching him calmly. As always, in the purple eyes, there was a long-lost light.

But somehow, there were tears in his eyes.

Suddenly, a figure was thrown heavily into his embrace.

"I'm back, Brando."

Brando was already stunned on the spot.

He raised his head, with the most grateful light flashing in his eyes:

"Thank you, Tiamas—"

"Being able to meet each other is the best hope for people."

...

(End of the book) (To be continued.)