Chapter 154: Master: Ten Years, Ten Years! (Three in One)

Holy Calendar Year 903, Summer Flower Month, 13th.

Border of the Fresta Empire, Northland Icefield, foot of the Three Sages Snow Mountain.

This snowfield once belonged to Ceylon.

But at this moment, only a few wild beasts were walking on the desolate ruins of the town, becoming the only life in the broken ruins.

Boom——

The roaring storm suddenly descended, bringing snowflakes flying all over the icefield.

It was a huge crowned griffin, its dark wings blocked the sky, and the awe-inspiring majesty emanating from the griffin made the surrounding beasts crawl on the ground.

A considerable number of beasts that are qualified to stand in the polar regions belong to extraordinary creatures, and there are many beast kings of the fifth and sixth levels.

However, in front of the majestic crowned griffin, even the beast king of the emperor level seemed no different from an ant at this moment.

This is a seventh-level legendary crowned griffin, equivalent to a legendary beastmaster among humans, and even rarer.

After all, most legendary beastmasters only have pets at the peak of the emperor level, and they can only compete with legendary pets with the increase and power of the seven soul contracts.

The next moment, a graceful figure jumped down from the back of the giant griffin.

"Go find food nearby by yourself. A considerable number of wild beasts here have participated in the beast tide that besieged Ceylon."

"Although the wanted criminal is dead, the destruction of Ceylon is also inseparable from those beast kings. Don't show mercy."

Isadella patted the head of the giant crowned griffin and spoke softly.

At the moment of hearing Isadella's order, this legendary pet, which was enough to be worshipped as a totem in the Lost Realm, nodded obediently like a kitten, flapping its wings and taking off again.

As Isadella's contracted pet, this crowned griffin has personally experienced the thousand-year fantasy zone, and it is precisely because of this long period of time that it has been promoted.

Therefore, it is naturally clear why its master came to Ceylon, which has become a ruin...

Everything is to commemorate that man.

The man that made its master go against the historical trend and the whole world to find him back.

So at this time, it is better to be sensible and get away.

The crowned griffin flapped its wings and quickly flew away.

And Isadella stood on the ruins of Ceylon, looking down calmly at everything in front of her with her beautiful red eyes.

The pure silver hair fluttered in the cold wind of the north, and the black and red military uniform cloak with black eagle patterns outlined with golden silk threads also fluttered with the cold wind, but the second princess of the empire was not moved at all.

"Is this the city where you were born and raised?"

The princess's soft whispers dissipated in the wind, and no one heard them.

She walked gently in this deserted ruin.

From the Lord's Mansion of the Earl of Winter, which was burned to ashes in the center of the ruins, leaving only the broken metal frame, to the deserted houses and shops outside the town.

Finally, Isadella walked out of Ceylon.

A few miles outside Ceylon, she stopped in the depths of a cedar forest.

It was a wooden hut located deep in the dense forest, which looked very simple.

Because it was not in the city of Ceylon, this hut in the forest was not destroyed by the fire that burned the city and the subsequent beast tide that massacred the city, and it still remained intact.

"Is this Xia's former home in Ceylon?"

Isadella stopped outside the wooden house, looking at this simple hut, and spoke softly.

"Yes, it's here."

Fioren, the Southern Supervisor who had also dispersed the black-scaled Asian dragon that he was riding and had been silently guarding beside him, answered respectfully.

"Although some information is difficult to verify because Ceylon has long been destroyed."

"However, after using the investigation of time-related pets and holy relics, we can still restore part of Ceylon's past."

"Char. Egut was adopted by an old ice hunter in Ceylon when he was very young."

Fioren pointed to the wooden house in front of him.

"And this wooden house is the hunter's hut of the old hunter."

"After the old hunter died, this hunter's hut became the home where Char lived until Ceylon was destroyed and spent his entire childhood."

After answering respectfully, Fioren looked at the princess in front of him with some doubts.

Since the budding moon, the second princess in her eyes seemed to have become a different person.

From the budding month to the summer flower month, a full three months, Isadella would go to look for the boy's footprints whenever she had some free time.

From the now empty mansion in the Black Lily District of the Imperial Capital, to the knowledge city of Lugia where he had stayed for several years to study in the Black Tower, and then to Ceylon which had been reduced to ruins.

However, the boy who had shined at the dinner not long ago and became the focus of the entire Western Continent, disappeared without a warning along with the girl who had been confirmed to be the only daughter of Earl Winter.

The last trace they left was the hotel in the arcane city of Lugia.

There, Isadella had a secret conversation with the Lord of the White Tower, the Blue Silver Witch, who had also killed Earl Guderian at the dinner.

No one knew the content of the secret conversation, but after that, Her Royal Highness the Second Princess chose to temporarily put aside the mountains of military and political affairs and embarked on a journey to trace Char's past footsteps.

At such a critical moment when the entire empire was in turmoil and the imperial power was changing, Isadella, as the first candidate for the throne, made such a willful decision. Naturally, it caused many powerful officials in the empire, and even elders within the royal family, to make such a willful decision. dissatisfaction.

However, above Parliament.

However, Isadella rejected all the doubts with just an understatement.

"Char Egut."

"He is the future prince of the empire."

"That's right, my beloved and my spouse."

"He will be my husband after I ascend the throne, and it can only be him."

Such a grand announcement to a future spouse.

One can imagine what kind of uproar it will cause in the entire Western Continent.

It can even be said that this is a declaration that directly determines the destiny of the empire in the next few decades.

And as a former member of the White Tower, who also followed the imperial daughter and the attendant of the Blue Silver Witch, Fioren knew more, which made him even more confused.

If she guessed correctly...

The master of the White Tower from his mother's family clearly also has a good impression of Char Egut, and he is also the kind of person who pursues him.

And Her Royal Highness's grand declaration was clearly a declaration of war between love rivals to the Blue Silver Witch.

It was obvious that the Empire and the White Tower had finally gotten along and formed an alliance. The White Tower even opened a branch tower in the Imperial Capital.

And by doing this, His Highness is clearly pushing the two forces that are in the honeymoon period into a pit of fire.

If the White Tower really breaks up with the Empire, with his current employer on one side and his natal family on the other, just thinking about Fioren will make him feel like his head is as big as an ox.

"besides……"

"Char Egut."

Fioren recited the name silently in her mind again, a name she had repeated countless times in the past six months.

Forget about His Majesty the Tower Master... How did Her Royal Highness get into trouble with him?

Obviously more than three months ago, Fioren could see clearly that the relationship between Her Highness Isadella and Char was just a trustworthy sword holder and a relatively familiar friend.

It's far from the point where they have a good impression of each other and have ambiguous feelings.

How come in the blink of an eye, the emotional seeds that showed no signs of germination have been sublimated into love, even to the point of directly appointing the future prince's husband?

To be able to make an empire's princess, a legendary powerhouse, and the future queen make such a decisive declaration.

How unforgettable is the love between them?

…

On the other side, Isadella didn't pay attention to Fiolen's little gossip.

After the fantasy zone has been corrected by correct history, even the legend can only detect some unnatural things in the long river of time.

Only the throne and the demigods can retain the complete memory of the lost timeline.

Of course, Isadella knew that what she did would be questioned and misunderstood by the ministers and even the family elders, but she didn't care.

If not, then she would not have betrayed the entire round table and established a fantasy zone.

Moreover, with her current status, she already has the qualifications to ignore all criticism from others and do what she wants to do.

Isadella gently reached out and pushed the wooden door in front of her.

The wooden door of the hunter's cabin creaked open.

Isadella did not ask Fioren to follow, but walked into it alone and looked at everything in the room.

The space is neither big nor small.

There was a single bed and a wooden table. On the table was a cheap hourglass and a solidified candle. All the furniture was covered with a thick layer of dust.

There is a wooden bookshelf against the wall. Looking at it, they are all enlightenment books related to basic arcana, magical technology, and beast control knowledge.

These books would seem very common in a city of knowledge, but they are quite rare in a small border town like Ceylon. Apart from the private collections of lords and nobles, they can only be obtained from certain traveling merchants.

Obviously, it was not easy for Char to collect these enlightenment books.

Isadella looked at the books on the bookshelf carefully. Every book was very old and even a little bit damaged.

Every blank page of the book is densely filled with notes written in tall and straight fonts.

In books related to magic technology, Isadella saw several simple drafts and conceptual drawings of structures.

Although it was very sloppy, Isadella could still distinguish from the sketch the kind of pitch-black mecha used by Char in the final battle of Esgania, and the kind of alchemy that exploded like a star. The prototype of the bomb.

Directly opposite the wooden table is a window. Through the window, you can see the snow-capped forest and the towering Three Saints Snow Mountains looming outside the forest shade.

Isadella imagined Char as a child.

A young boy wearing heavy animal skin clothes came back excitedly to cook fish soup with the old hunter with the fish he caught on the ice.

She imagined Charia living alone in Ceylon after the old hunter died.

A half-grown child, carrying a short bow and followed by a petite snowfield marten, took the harvest from today's hunting and exchanged the prey for a few simple and worn enlightenment books and paper and pens from the traveling merchant.

She imagined Char when he was a teenager.

The black-haired and black-eyed boy, in the dim candlelight on the table, took a feather pen that had been worn out, and drew his imaginary mechanical creations on the book, with stars in the sky.

Warm spring, summer day, autumn day, winter night...

One year, two years...

He grew up slowly in this simple hunter's hut, and then appeared in front of her.

Isadela stretched out her white fingers and lit the candle, and the flickering candlelight was reflected in her beautiful red eyes.

"How lucky."

She murmured.

Fortunately, that day, she invited him to become the sword bearer.

Fortunately, on the day when she pulled out the sword in the stone, she was able to meet him again in another identity.

Fortunately, the long wait that spanned a thousand years in the fantasy zone did not become a dream bubble, but ushered in a real miracle.

…

Isadela stayed in this simple hunter's hut for a long time, until the sun set, and the cold moonlight fell on the snowy field again.

Obviously, there are many gorgeous buildings in the imperial capital that are hundreds and thousands of times more luxurious than this hut, but she has never been so attached to it and stayed for a long time.

Buzz--

The buzzing sound of the magic sound transmission terminal came from outside the house.

Isadela extinguished the candle on the wooden table, and her mental power moved slightly, gently sweeping away all the dust in the room.

After doing all this, the silver-haired princess walked out of the closed wooden door and walked out of the hunter's hut.

She raised her eyes slightly and looked at Fioren who had just received the magic sound transmission outside the wooden house.

The slight tenderness that Isadela showed in the wooden house before also dissipated, and was replaced by a stern and murderous intention.

"What's wrong?"

"Secrets have come from the southern border bordering the Lost Realm."

Fioren spoke respectfully.

"In the Lost Realm, the frequency of the beast tide has increased significantly recently, including those large-scale cults that seem to be mobilizing believers."

"In addition, according to the secret report from the Sword Bearer Organization rebuilt in the Imperial Capital."

"It seems that the other oath families and nobles who had disappeared due to the defeat of the Borgia family and the death of Guderian, gave up resistance and allowed us to take back power-"

"Recently, their connection with the Lost Realm, especially the cult, has become closer. They must be planning something in secret."

Fioren's eyes flashed with a trace of hesitation. After hesitating for a moment, he spoke again.

"With my status, it may seem a bit presumptuous to criticize the current emperor of the empire."

"But all the people in the empire know that your father, the current emperor, is in worse and worse health, and the succession ceremony is imminent."

"I think the unrest is probably because they want to plot something on the ceremony of the succession of the imperial power of the empire."

Fioren looked at Isadella: "Your Highness, I think that at the moment when the White Tower and the Empire are allied... those oath families and great nobles are not fools."

"The reason why they dare to do this when the Borgia family is already there They still have a disloyal heart even when they were killed as a warning to others, which must be because they have gained new confidence. "

"And this kind of confidence cannot be given to them by any single evil cult or lost kingdom. After all, at the dinner a few months ago, Lord Silviata had personally demonstrated the strength of the throne. "

"The only source that can drive them so eager that they can no longer even fear the throne... I think there is only one source."

"That is..."

"The abyss itself, right?"

Isadela's murderous voice sounded in the desolate cedar forest.

Fioren had never set foot in the legend, so he naturally had no idea of ​​what happened in the long river of history.

But Isadela knew very well that those true gods from the abyss would never know nothing about the replaced history.

A king of the fantasy belt was able to return intact... This is a very incredible event even in the eyes of the true gods.

Especially since he still has the holy sword, he killed a large number of coalition forces of abyss monsters a thousand years ago.

Even the ancient god of the abyss, Vermillion Moon, fell in that fantasy belt.

So at this moment, whether it was himself or Char, they must have entered the sight of the abyss.

Especially Char, he not only accomplished the feat of killing Vermillion Moon, but also wiped out the concept and the Star Cup together, and he couldn't even wait for resurrection in the Star Realm.

For the abyss, it was an unforgettable hatred. All the true gods born from the abyss would undoubtedly want to get rid of this freak who could completely kill the gods.

This hatred will never end, and it will not fade away with the passing of thousands of years, because no true god of the abyss would want to see Char continue to become stronger and then come to "kill" him.

"Because you can't find his trace, you want to attack me first while I'm still in the open?"

"You think that as the king of the fantasy belt who has sinned, even if I return, my strength will inevitably be greatly reduced due to the correction force. It seems that I still retain the status of the throne, but in fact I am just a showpiece with a strong appearance but a weak inside..."

"And because the Holy Sword is being crushed by the correction force as the foundation of the Utopia Zone, it is difficult to regain the power of its strongest period?"

A bit of coldness flashed across Isadella's beautiful red eyes.

She stretched out her hand slightly, and illusory golden light spots gathered in the void.

Then, it condensed into a golden sword.

If it were a normal situation, it might really be what Abyss thought.

However, because of the efforts of a certain young man, all their plans were destined to come to nothing.

Isadella looked towards the distant Snow Mountains of the Three Saints.

But the sight seemed to pass through the mountains and clouds, reaching another illusory world.

Although the entire Western Continent felt that Xia Ya, who had been missing for three months, would never be found again.

Maybe he was lost in the dimensional rift, maybe he was secretly murdered by a cult group, and he was most likely dead.

However, Isadella always believed that the boy with black hair and black eyes was in a corner of the multiverse, quietly waiting for the opportunity to reunite with her.

This trust seemed vague and unreasonable, but Isadella still believed in it.

This time, she will not do stupid things like creating the Temple of Valor, trying to resurrect the dead, or even establishing a fantasy zone for this purpose.

Before parting, the young man made a promise with her to complete the continuation of the dream of kings and knights in the real world, and to become the male protagonist in her story.

Therefore, she will believe him unconditionally.

Because the boy is such a guy who values ​​his promises, even if she is trapped in the fantasy zone of a thousand years ago, the other person will take the time to save her from the abyss of despair.

And this time, he will never miss the promise.

"In that case."

"Then let me get rid of all the guys who are plotting against you before you come back."

"Then, use the blood of the ancient god of the abyss to welcome your return."

The silver-haired princess's muttering to herself was lost in the howling cold wind in the north, and no one could hear her.

"And, declare to the entire Western Continent——"

"You are my husband and the lover of the Queen of the Empire."

…

What comes into view is a vast expanse of pitch black, with some illusory stars looming at the end of the extremely dark world, reflecting the bright stars.

It's like an illusory sea of ​​stars.

This is the so-called star realm, also known as the "outside of the world."

It is the most secretive and vast place in the entire multiverse, where thousands of mysteries gather.

Whether it is a legend, a throne, or a demigod or a true god, once it enters the depths of the star realm, it is like a pebble falling into the ocean. Unless there is a star mark to locate it, it will be extremely difficult to track.

I don’t know how many ancient beings who are thought to have fallen, disappeared, or died by the world are hiding in the depths of the star realm.

Suddenly, the thousands of dim stars twinkled at the same moment.

Starlight shattered.

First came the high heels made of crystal.

Then there is the jet black Gothic dress, and the crown made of dark red rare metal, lingering around the snow-white neck.

The golden elf with only one eye open stood in the sea of ​​​​stars, calmly sweeping over the ripples of the eternal star world.

The next moment, the left eye of the golden elf wizard that had been closed quietly opened, and the blue fireworks slowly danced in the beautiful red-gold eyes.

The imprint of time flows in the star world, and an illusory river of time is silently reflected into the left eye of the golden elf girl.

Feel the flow of illusory time in your eyes.

After a long time, the golden elf girl just sighed.

"What do you mean by wanting to become "the leading actor that makes my heart beat". "

"But, how many people are you planning to be the leading actor for?"

The cold voice rippled in the illusory sea of ​​stars.

"ten years……"

"ten years."

For some reason, the golden elf's cold self-talk contained a rare hint of gritted teeth.

But soon, the golden elf wizard who carried the name of "Eternal Page" gently stretched out his hand.

A plain white finger was pointed out in an understatement.

The next moment.

Space waves rippled.

In a very short period of time, it turned into thousands of sharp space cracks.

Through the dark cracks, you can see the cracks in space——

The empty space and silence were like a palace sleeping in the past.

………………

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