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At sunrise, Albrecht's group makes their way like daylight thanks to the massive luminosity that Westard has revealed. No, it was brighter than noon.
Albrecht and others were stunned to see the fantasy race, but Rosamund stepped down from his horse and walked hand in hand with Wescade.
As a child, Rosamund grew up with his parents and grew up in the hands of an old knight named Edric, distinguishing his longing for his mother.
With the impression of reuniting with her long-lost mother, she kept staring at Weska, just walking quietly on the ground with her eyes lowered.
When Albrecht took his eyes off Wesard and saw the other elves following her, about a hundred people were giving off a faint glow on their skin and their eyes were shining as well.
They were all wearing long hats or braiding their heads up in broad white silk robes, but they looked like priests. It was as beautiful as an angel coming down from heaven, both male and female.
Those who followed after them also had sharp ears and the same exquisite beauty, but they did not glow from their skin and eyes.
They were dressed in green or brown hunters' clothing, and they were all wearing cloaks, and they were wearing falcata-like swords behind their waist.
And they were all wearing recave bows on their shoulders, arrow buckets on their thighs. It seemed like they were warriors or hunters.
Women were slightly different from men's outfits, but they were wearing boots to their thighs above their knees, and they saw thighs.
Thousands of ordinary elves follow you back behind the warriors. There was an adult and a child, but the old man was nowhere to be seen.
Everyone was carrying a pack or carrying a sack, but they also had the beauty of both men and women.
The elven children walk around Randolph and Hermann, and the two of them are stunned. Albrecht thought for a moment that they look like dwarves, but they might be old.
“Those kids are about the same age as Humans. They grow to be 15, but they're hardly old since then. ”
As if I had read Albrecht's thoughts, Wesard said behind my back. It felt almost unrealistic how clear and refined the voice was.
Albrecht turns his head and looks down at her, walking down the horse together. The emperor steps down from the horse and walks down from the horse, holding Lindehorn's scepter.
Albrecht did not know much about Wesard except for a brief talk and a letter from the Soumcharite.
She appeared briefly in a dream, but she couldn't remember, when she fell down after killing the Saumcharite.
However, she was unfamiliar with the unconscious. Or maybe it's just like Rosamund.
“When I killed the dragon, the dragon told me you felt sorry for him. Is that magic, too? ”
Then Westard smiles, his eyes still slightly lowered.
“I've made a path, Kaiser, that runs all the way down that path. ”
Albrecht had nothing to say. He was silent about the unknown. Westard still smiles as if he had anticipated it.
The beam was still floating in the air, illuminating a wide radius, and lengthening the shadows of men and elves.
You can see the trees revealing the branches around you and the corpses lying on the ground with their branches.
Weska looked away a little and said, looking at the shadows created by the mass of light.
“The world is but a single light, a reflection of the essence of the world. We're, like, tied up in a cave so that we can't look back, and we're creating a shadow on the walls of the cave with us tied up by the light coming in from behind. In the end, all we see is our shadow. Beyond the cave is a mixture of all the mysteries and beauty, ugliness, chaos and order that we can't even imagine. They're flat, they're stereoscopic, or they go beyond that. A world of searing intensity and tranquility. Magic is about meddling with the essence of the world and casting an exotic shadow on it. ”
An enigmatic word puzzles Albrecht. No, I just gave up understanding.
Albrecht prefers to be intuitive and clear, as he tends to avoid ambiguity and ambiguity.
Wescat glances back and smiles at Albrecht. Albrecht felt blessed with that smile.
“In fact, everything in the world is magic. Flowers bloom, they heat, they get cold, they rain, they snow, they turn into night, and the day is bright again...... Even the wind that comes from the wings of butterflies is magic. We all don't realize it ourselves, but it's like we're always doing magic. It's also magic to perceive this world intuitively, and all the behaviors that come from intense emotions are also magic. But the most powerful magic of them all is love and death. Since the new life that Caizerius and I were born to love has begotten offspring, and a long time has passed, Kaiser and Rosamund have saved the world, isn't this the most powerful magic? ”
Albrecht thought it would be, but Wesard was his great-grandmother.
Is there anyone else in the world who has lived and met their great-grandfather? Albrecht can't feel reality right now.
However, I still couldn't understand what Westard had to say. I just shrugged my head, saying that I'm not going to tell you about the longest magic manipulation in the world.
Then I looked at Albrecht with the feeling that Wesard was indescribably lovely. Albrecht felt ashamed for nothing. Then I asked him a question, looking at Wesard.
“By the way, who is this Kaiserius? ”
Perhaps his soul fragment was in his body, and he was curious to see his great-grandfather as well.
The eyes of Wescade have fallen into a trance. However, I did not get a quiet smile on my mouth. He said, looking at Albrecht with a gaze as if he felt something comforting.
“I made him walk a painful and miserable fate. In fact, it was a fight between Baharius and Zairexius. Kaigerius was just watching. The nickname Zairexius is a wanderer of humble love and warm discrimination, and I fell in love with Kaigerius because I was inspired by Zairexius. And then I went to war, and Kaiserius loved me and joined me. Abandoned eternal life, reconciled with mortal magic to kill Baharius. ”
“Then why did you become human? If you were an Elf, you would still be alive, just like Lord Wescade. ”
“To use the most powerful weapon known to man. ”
“The most powerful weapon known to man? ”
“Deep hatred and burning struggle, hatred and explosive anger, boiling desires and twisted pleasures. These are the most powerful weapons only humans possess. They don't even have dragons, which no other species has. ”
Albrecht thought Wesard's words seemed to coincide with the dying vampire's. And I had to accept it.
I felt that refining my skills and physical strength were nothing compared to those emotions.
Albrecht used to burn with his natural struggle in battle. You think your strength comes from it, but your ignorance is just a tool.
Because Albrecht was also a man of flesh and blood, and had suffered many deaths.
In the face of all that death, I thought the struggle that allowed me to bravely plunge into the swords of my enemies was a true weapon.
Now, the mythology of Weska seems to make sense.
“But why would a dragon named Baharius want to destroy the world? ”
Then Westard looked away again.
“To be precise, I was going to merge this world with the world of essence. His name is the master of complete pleasure and irregular grace. In fact, Kaigerius, Zairexius and Baharius, these three are three brothers. They were the oldest dragons. I'm like a child compared to those three. The plan for Baharius was almost successful, but we were only able to stop it by joining the Kaiserrius and myself. But the world has already broken a lot of boundaries with the essence of the world, and it has created twisted beings that are influenced by the essence of the world. I decided to lead the Elves, and Kaiserius to lead the humans. I've stayed an Elf and guided my destiny to this day, just as I can carry anything heavy enough to share. I killed the Soumcharite to buy time. I killed the Orc king again to stop this place from being desolate. ”
Albrecht lost his words in such a profound talk. His life, designed by Westard.
However, I did not feel much resentment. In her own words, she walked the waterway, but she walked her own life.
“Yes, time is an illusion. There is no past, present, or future. It's just that all of this is predetermined so that Kaiser and I and Rosamund and all of our beings can be free. If it's not all set, there's no" being. "”
It was a beautiful story again. Albrecht and Rosamund had no choice but to remain silent.
However, I wondered if she had any memories of other worlds.
Again, Westard seems to have read Albrecht's thoughts.
“The dragon spirit is so powerful that humans cannot contain it unless they are the Kaiserius themselves. So after a long period of time, only the last convenience belonged to Kaiser. But it's also so powerful that it can twist and destroy the human mind. So I put regret in the comfort of that soul. so that it triggers when the mind is corrupt. I didn't know how it would manifest. ”
Regret. Albrecht smiles. The smile had many meanings. When Erik was tortured and returned home, I felt liberated. That liberation was a prelude to corruption.
I want to enjoy it more because it's so sweet. I feel like the more I eat it, the more I want it. Albrecht reflects that feeling, but it feels overwhelming.
The memories of modern people on Earth are now as faded pictures of themselves. And that blurry picture kept him fighting the devil in himself.
I don't even remember the faces of modern people anymore. Is he really me? It was true that it was important, at least until today's confidence.
It was an element that afflicted and troubled him, but it was a conscience, a goodness, and a lamp that illuminated the darkness. Albrecht was thankful for the "me" who no longer remembered his name.
At that moment, Rosamund is about to say something. I wanted to tell you something, but I was not afraid of being embarrassed.
What he had to say was that he looked so small and unsightly compared to so many great things.
But it was very important to him. It was about the baby. She gripped her courage and said.
“Well, there. Grandma, with your magic, can I have a baby? ”
Then Westard looked at Rosamund with loving eyes and said,
“Sweetheart, you have to blame me because it's entirely my fault. So, don't blame yourself anymore. I bound the two of you in the essence of the world together to form you and Kaiser. It looks like two in this world, but in the essence of the world it is one, so it has not had a baby until now. I'm very sorry for the pain I caused you because of a promise from a long time ago. Don't worry, I'll set you two free soon. ”
Rosamund's whole body trembles with emotion. Although Westard told him to blame himself, Rosamund had no intention of blaming her purely. I was just thankful that this sadness was over.
Wescade wipes her hair and touches her face, placing her hands on Rosamund. After a faint glow, Rosamund's thin skin is plumped and refined. Immediately, Rosamund walks up to her.
However, Albrecht asked, feeling anxious about his words.
“But what will happen to us if we let go of the two of us tied to the essence of the world? ”
“If Kaiser and Rosamund truly love each other, nothing will happen. Otherwise, both of you will go your separate ways. ”
Then Albrecht pulls Rosamund in his arms and hugs him. Rosamund is embarrassed, and Westard only looks at Albrecht cute.
Albreckon Albreckon there will never be a way out. The hand that grabbed Rosamund's shoulder was naturally energized, and Rosamund gave the arm around Albrecht's waist the same strength as if he knew what he was feeling.
After a short silent walk, Albrecht asks.
“But what is your nickname? He's the leader of destiny, and magical manipulation looks a little different than the previous ones. ”
Then Westard smiles, looking at Albrecht. It was a smile with a joke somewhere.
“Secret.”
"This grandmother? ’
Albrecht has lost his words to a different meaning, but he does not ask. After a while of silence, the group turns around the crooked canyon. Then you see the Imperial soldiers from afar.
“You sons of bitches! Move quickly!”
“You ungrateful bastards! The Emperor is in danger! Move it! ”
The knights and infantry commanders are searching for extremely weary soldiers. However, after seeing the bright glow floating in the air, he gradually turned into a frozen face.
“You see the bridge! Son of a bitch...... foot......”
Immediately, when I saw the elves, including Albrecht, my soul fled and the accident stopped. I just look at the elves with my eyes wide open. What the hell is that?
Even though the existence of Dwarves was known to the world, Humans still think of Dwarves and Elves as a kind of fantasy because they lived in seclusion.
Not one or two of them, however, were convinced that they were dreaming when thousands of Elves came through the canyon. I was more tired.
Then, the priests of the Elves began to sing again. The sound of the sacred song was sacred but sad somewhere, and it seemed to touch the hearts of the soldiers somehow.
No need to be a knight or soldier, I shed tears in my hometown, my mother's thoughts.
Soon after, every time Westard landed on the staff, he heard a whisper of whispering, whispering, and a blue pulp spread out.
Peek-a-boo, pee-a-boo. The sound grows louder and louder, and then you start filling the canyon with songs.
When Albrecht and Westard came to the soldiers, they cleared their minds and forgot their fatigue.
And everyone steps forward cautiously, watching the Emperor, him and the Elves pass by.
Many soldiers take off their helmets and kneel. If anyone painted the sign, many people continued to shed tears.
I thought the dusk was darkest before sunrise. Suddenly, the ridge around it turns purple, and the dawn brightens.
Chapter 36 The end of the dawn of the Empire.
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