Act 247 Mortal Curtain X

As if yesterday reappeared, the deepest nightmare in the dream was the abyss she would rather die than return to.

But at this moment, everything was displayed in front of her.

The pain once crisscrossed the heart of the young princess, and even after decades of recovery, it was still difficult to heal in the heart of the already old queen.

The boundless gray field has only one monotonous color, the air is cold and pungent, and gray snow is falling in the sky, but when it falls on your hands, you realize that it is just a thin layer of dust.

Boundless, gray dust fell from the sky and landed on the ground, covering everything. The thick dust reached up to the knees.

There are some trees in the distance, which are also gray. Before they get close, they have already turned into fly ash. This monotonous and only color outlines the outline of the world. The surroundings are empty, with neither sound nor life.

The Silver Queen walked forward absentmindedly, one foot deep and the other shallow, like a puppet, trekking along the endless plains. There was only a void in her eyes. She already knew what she would witness, but she could not stop herself from moving forward.

There were occasional rumbling sounds above the thick dark clouds, and a blood-red electric light passed through the clouds, winding along the clouds toward the distance, thus lighting up the undulating mountains in the distance.

This is the only evidence of the passage of time in this world.

She didn't know how long she walked, and the world was always empty, until she saw the shadows of some tall hills, which were the corpses of some giant beasts, some like giants, some like dragons, and the surface was covered with thick dust. at every turn.

Some may still maintain their original posture, as if they were experiencing a tragic disaster, freezing the last moments of their lives at the end of time. But it has long been silent.

A mountain range appeared before her.

It lies there quietly...

Like a giant dragon, the whole body is made of cold metal, but the surface of the metal is transparent and glowing, and is covered with crystal grids.

She shivered slightly.

But he still couldn't help but touch it gently with his hand.

Cold to the touch, without any organic matter on the surface. But her huge body responded with the heavy breath of death and suffocating sadness, and tears couldn't help but roll down, and she whimpered like a wounded beast.

The dragon's head lay flat on the ground,

Quietly, with eyes closed tightly, two of the three pairs of horns were broken. The wings drooped, covering an area of ​​a hundred miles.

There were no sounds or words to describe the scene at this moment, but the Silver Queen knew from the first moment that it was dead.

Like a god entering dusk, sleeping forever.

She was overwhelmed with grief. It felt like a sharp knife had been inserted into my heart, and I couldn't help crying.

Sixty years ago, she cried like a helpless child here.

Because all hope is lost.

The name of this giant dragon is Bahamut.

It is the king of dragons, the platinum dragon god, a symbol of human courage and hope. It has protected Warnd for tens of thousands of years.

But it died——

Silent and silent.

With tears and scars, the Silver Queen finally stopped crying. She bit her lower lip coldly and avoided the mountain of corpses and the huge head of the dragon.

She silently followed Bahamut's cold chin. Then a scene of tragic and desperate doom unfolded before her eyes without any warning:

She trembled and resisted watching this scene.

The deepest fear in her heart arose. She gasped and couldn't help but hold on to Bahamut's body.

It was a battlefield—

Billions of corpses are scattered throughout, huge crystal clusters, and dying dragons. The heroic human knight, the skeleton of the gryphon. Giant insect, elf. The dwarves each maintained their last postures in life, standing quietly on this battlefield.

It was quiet and as cold as ever.

Then she saw Tiamat, the dragon of war, the crystal and Alpheus, the blue, and the many gods.

They are all dead.

These great beings disappeared along with the entire world.

In the gray and lifeless air, the elements were floating wildly, like bundles of stray currents, struggling in the wilderness, and the laws that restrained them had long since disappeared.

The foundation on which civilization and order are maintained has perished.

She walked forward numbly until a knight caught her eye.

In the center of the corpses of the four kings of elements, the knight stood proudly holding a spear. The green spear in her hand was like emerald, lighting up the only bright color in the world.

But the gun was broken in half, and the knight's heartbeat fell silent for a long time.

She passed away too.

That still young and immature face was full of serenity and determination, but it deeply hurt the Silver Queen's heart, just as she knelt down in front of this knight here sixty years ago.

There was only boundless sadness in her heart. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not change history in the end.

The world is still slipping into the same trajectory as she saw sixty years ago.

She failed.

Fragile and powerless.

She suddenly felt how ridiculous she was.

I thought I had seen everything clearly, but in the end I was still foolish.

It turns out that this is the sorrow of the mortal world. When the curtain falls, no one can break free. They are like puppets on the stage, and their destiny has never been in their own hands.

She looked ahead silently.

There is the end of the world. A lonely cliff stands in the void. Pieces of lightning are intertwined in the sea of ​​chaos. The elements are falling apart. The cornerstones of the world are falling off piece by piece, collapsing into billowing clouds and mist.

A long whimpering cry came from the chaos, resounding far across the sky. A giant beast was swimming among it, its back streaking through the void, like a towering mountain range. The Silver Queen stared blankly at this terrifying creature. Passing over the body, the giant fins almost swept across the sky and the earth.

That is Leviathan, the giant beast born from chaos.

"Master Martha...why?" The Silver Queen suddenly murmured.

"At the end of time, this is the inevitable ending of our world. I'm sorry, my people." A gentle voice caressed her heart.

"But...I have tried my best to change. Why..."

"Because the price is too heavy for us, we will hand our hope into the hands of the Black Iron People, without the power to do it again -"

“But I tried to right that mistake!”

"if you can……"

"No, I have failed," she shook her head in pain: "Master Martha. I'm sorry, mortals have stolen your authority, but I can't return it to your hands..."

"Mortals have stolen my authority, but you may be able to choose another path for our world."

"But I have failed..."

She suddenly froze.

She spoke with some trembling: "Master Martha?"

"Mortals have stolen my authority, but you may be able to choose another path for our world."

repeated the gentle voice.

"Mortals have stolen my authority, but you may be able to choose another path for our world."

"Mortals have stolen my authority. But you may be able to choose another path for our world."

The Silver Queen seemed to be struck by lightning, her face quickly lost color, she trembled, backed away, and then she bumped into a soft human body.

She turned around sharply. He saw the Dragon Queen Gwendolyn appearing in front of him.

"You haven't failed yet, my majesty." The latter's voice was unusually gentle, and overlapped with the former's voice.

Gwendolen looked at her condescendingly, with a slight smile.

The Silver Queen opened her mouth, with deep fear in her silver eyes.

"Why."

The latter stretched out his hands, gently held her face, smiled at her gently and said: "How simple and kind you are, your heart is pure and innocent. Your Highness, there is no one more suitable than you to carry that will."

Gwendolen lowered her head and kissed her gently on the forehead.

"Good night, my love."

The Silver Queen's eyes were blank, and there was only endless regret in her heart.

Darkness spread across her vision—

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty--!"

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you!"

The entire White Rose Garden was boiling in an instant. Everyone discovered the abnormality of the Silver Queen at the first time. The order among the nobles seemed to be in chaos in an instant. Everyone rushed towards the center of the courtyard in panic.

The Silver Queen fell on her back while everyone was watching -

She stared blankly at the sky. Blood pooled from her eyes and nostrils. The words welled up in her ears and mouth, and her eyes were empty. It actually revealed the sorrow of a dying person.

Until a person from the crowd slowly walked out and came to the side of the supreme leader of the empire.

At that moment everyone fell silent and reluctantly made way for this person.

"His Majesty!"

The Silver Queen recognized this voice. In her girlhood, this voice had been one of the most majestic voices in the court. It was unquestionable and comforting.

More importantly, it maintains the only memory she has with her father, Emperor Grantu.

That was the empire sixty years ago, glorious and warm.

The empire of that era had two voices. It seemed that as long as the owners of these two voices still existed in the empire, the country would continue to be stable and strong.

"Needwin...my lord."

At that moment, Her Majesty the Queen remembered a lot, and even recalled the past in the Palace of Saint-Contipe, the memory of every time she studied under the supervision of strict teachers, the history of the empire, the glory of the royal family, the faith of the people, Each one is engraved in her heart.

The girl-like Her Majesty the Queen smiled slightly, but she was so weak that she could hardly show such a look.

"I was wrong... I'm sorry, I failed to live up to my father's expectations."

Old Niedwin pursed his lips and couldn't say a word.

He witnessed the growth of this princess with his own eyes, and watched her become the pride of the empire. She was the best princess of the Cruz people, and the most glorious and proud princess in the eyes of countless people.

He watched her ascend to the throne again, and watched the empire flourish under her rule. Looking back suddenly, the gentle and smart Princess seemed to still exist in his memory of yesterday.

She was sitting next to an arched window in the Palazzo San Canti, and the bright afternoon sun passed through the rising and falling dust and fell quietly on her lap.

Her eyes were bright and clear. Listen carefully to the detailed and trivial history and knowledge.

"Teacher, I hope that the four major temples can return to the glorious era. In the more distant future, we will open up a broader territory-"

"Perhaps the civil war between civilizations will be eliminated because of this. I will always prove that everything the four sages did was correct——"

"One day. Once we succeed, people won't be confused anymore."

Old Niedwin suddenly felt that there was another person beside him. He turned around and found that it was the Great Holy See Vara. The old man had an equally serious expression on his face, and he remembered it only then. Her Royal Highness the Princess was also a student of the other party.

The Silver Queen fell silent.

It was like feeling Vala's presence.

But she didn't speak.

Just listen carefully to the wind that belongs to this era.

For her, maybe this is the last time.

After a long time, she spoke in a weak voice:

"...I have something to say to Count Tonigel."

Old Niedwin and Vala turned around at the same time and looked at Brando in the White Rose Garden. The latter was comforting Akane and couldn't help but frown when he felt the gazes of the two people.

In his opinion, the Silver Queen brought it upon herself, and he was not willing to get into trouble at this time, but at this moment he could read the pleading in the eyes of the two old men.

The old prime minister was okay, but Vala had helped him at a critical moment after all, and he couldn't refuse the other party's request.

He patted Akane's shoulder lightly. Came to the side of Her Majesty the Queen.

When he saw Her Majesty the Queen again, he was slightly surprised.

Unexpectedly, the Dragon Queen would act so decisively. Her Majesty the Queen, who was once arrogant, was so weak that she could hardly speak a complete sentence. There was a lingering brilliance in the girl-like eyes, and it was obvious that she had passed away not long ago.

Her Majesty looked at him intently.

It was as if I could see the shadow of another person in him.

Brando couldn't bear it and asked: "Is she the Dragon Queen, Your Majesty? Where is that woman?"

The Silver Queen shook her head feebly, and she stretched out her hand tremblingly. Brando felt helpless. Facing Her Majesty the Queen like this, he found that he couldn't harden his heart. He could only lower his head silently.

Only in this way can the Silver Queen's hand reach his cheek, and her slender fingertips gently caress the face. It gradually overlapped with the impression in her mind.

She opened her mouth and said with some difficulty: "Treat Roman well..."

This sentence was like a bolt of lightning piercing Brando's heart. The cold hairs on his body stood up instantly. He stared at the weak Her Majesty the Queen, wondering why the other party would say such a sentence.

But the Silver Queen did not answer his question.

She slowly took back her right hand, took off a ring from her finger, and then pressed the ring on his chest.

On that ring is the supreme emblem of the empire.

"...Tell your grandfather I love him."

Never regretted——

This is not what a supreme being should say, but at this moment no one stood up to accuse.

Only the old prime minister Niedwin looked at the Silver Queen's action in stunned silence: "Your Majesty, you can't-"

"You don't understand... Prime Minister." The Silver Queen interrupted him softly: "Mortal authority has passed away. Our world... needs a hope..."

"but me……"

"I must make up for my mistakes..."

After a while.

The ring slipped from her hand.

Her Majesty's hand dropped slightly.

She closed her eyes.

Thick and beautiful eyelashes never move again.

In the darkness, she finally recalled how everything had changed.

…

"Darus, you must send that baby girl away. If necessary, kill her. Hurry up. I...I'm afraid I will regret it."

"I will take her away, but Your Highness Princess, your physical condition makes me very worried. What happened to you?"

She just smiled.

"I am your knight, and you must answer my question." The voice said angrily: "Ms. Gwendolen, what is going on?"

"Mr. Darus, Her Royal Highness the Princess is right. The Buga and the dragon will arrive soon. We must arrange everything before then."

"Maybe so, but if you can't answer the questions in my heart, you will see how stubborn I am."

The Dragon Queen sighed.

"The power of that baby girl is beyond our imagination. In order to save the life of Her Royal Highness, I split her soul in two and used her kind side personality to seal the 'existence'. I don't know how long this will work. …”

"Sir, you'd better be mentally prepared. Her Royal Highness may have a drastic change of temperament in the future. I've tried my best..."

"It's best-"

"Then the Bugas..."

Gwendolen's voice became quieter, as if all the sounds began to become subtle, like an angel whispering in her ear.

Before the eternal darkness fell, she seemed to see a shining holy sword.

she knows.

That sword is called Amber.

It is the sword that changes the fate of the entire world.

…

(PS: There was a bug in yesterday’s article, which was mainly caused by modifications to the previous article and omissions in the first draft. To clarify, the mountain prince has turned to ashes.

Second, I want to talk about the next volume. The next volume is Kohaku's sixth and final volume. It is tentatively titled Throne of the End. Kohaku has been writing it for five years now, and the plot has also passed. Most of the time, it has entered the final stage, and the original intention of writing this book incorporates the yearning for idealism, so I often hear discussions saying that the book is too idealistic, but I think the pursuit of idealism may also be the reason why human nature One of the noble reasons.

Looking back from history, for thousands of years, no matter whether the truth pursued by human beings is right or wrong, perhaps even if the process is absurd and laughable, the driving force that prompts them to pursue the 'correct' has always pushed our world towards civilization and civilization. Order moves forward.

Even if there is a moment of regression, we can always face up to the bright spots in human nature and let them lead us out of ignorance.

Maybe desire is indeed inherently ugly, but at least we know how to introspect ourselves——(To be continued)