"What... are you?"
Qian sat there, her gaze icy as she looked at Rogen, but monts later, her expression lted into indescribable sorrow, and she began to wail.
As she cried, little Qian said:
"Dad, Mom, I can’t tell... I really can’t tell!"
Rogen held his lover’s corpse, looking at Qian, whose face was surrounded by crimson patterns, and in the end, he couldn’t bring himself to act.
He reached out to wipe the tears from his daughter’s face, revealing an indescribable guilt:
"Don’t cry, little Qian, no matter what, you are my daughter."
The next mont, the surrounding lights completely shattered.
A long ti passed, and in a corner of the Fallen Shadow Nether Realm shrouded by the brilliance of the Black Sun, the Celestial Destiny Mage sitting by the fountain suddenly sighed and said:
"It seems like she can’t suppress that thing anymore..."
From high above, a voice faintly ca through:
"She never needed to suppress it; they are one."
...
[Location: Minister of the Seal’s Office]
Miss Qian washed her face.
The cold water made her mind a bit clearer.
When she lifted her head, what she saw in the mirror was her cheek covered in red patterns.
At this mont, the sadness and frustration on her face had disappeared.
In their place was a look of intoxication.
Her tear-reddened eyes glimred with an unusual expression, as if sothing was breaking out of its cocoon. An eerie yet enchanting smile appeared on her face:
"It’s not bad..."
The next mont.
In the mirror, Qian’s face flashed with a look of struggle.
She quickly returned to a normal expression, furrowing her brows for a while before finally suppressing that distinct other side.
She showed a sowhat amused and exasperated expression:
"Really... getting more and more troubleso."
The next mont, sothing strange started to spread from her body.
A light gray energy seeped continuously into her body, entangled with the unique blue fla of the Iron Guard.
As the two forces intertwined, her aura rose rapidly.
"Have you decided? Once you take this step, we can never be separated again."
The "Miss Qian" in the mirror, covered in crimson patterns, wore a playful smile.
The real Miss Qian outside the mirror spoke calmly:
"It doesn’t matter, we are all the sa."
Then, a burst of gleeful laughter echoed in the modest space.
"Then do your best and struggle to the end, sister, don’t let swallow you."
"Boring."
Qian said coldly.
In the next mont, the two strands of power completely rged.
Qian’s aura suddenly soared, then quickly cald down again.
Her aura beca even more obscure and hard to discern, but without a doubt, she was now stronger.
She slowly opened her hands, watching as the morning sunlight stread through her fingers.
When light encounters the Tyndall effect, it takes shape.
An indescribable smile appeared on her face.
It seed like she had beco a different person, but upon closer inspection, nothing had changed.
...
[Location: Prince’s Mansion]
The drowsy little swan suddenly seed electrified, lifting its head and looking drowsily towards another direction in Tino City:
"What’s happening? This feeling, so still and silent yet dangerous like dead water."
Beatrice said with a cheerful smile:
"Maybe our Ense is about to give birth to a new legend?"
The little swan looked confusedly at Beatrice:
"A new legend? How co I didn’t know?"
Beatrice ruffled the little swan’s hair and humd playfully:
"You’re napping all day long, even if soone broke through to legend, you wouldn’t know, right?"
The little swan was not pleased:
"I’m not lazy! When I sleep, my spiritual power works faster than when I’m awake, okay!"
It was Louis who beca a little curious:
"A new legend? Who is it? Do I know them?"
Beatrice nodded and said:
"The crucial step, but the barrier stopping her has disappeared, next we just wait in peace."
Louis was montarily stunned, his gaze shifting to the little swan.
The little swan shook its head.
aning "Don’t look at , I don’t know either."
Louis’s eyes lit up.
He understood.
This one about to step into legend wasn’t soone who in his past life stepped into legend at this ti.
In other words, he’s been in this world for over half a year, and the winds of the butterfly’s wings have finally disturbed others’ lines?
He realized, challenging legend, while being influenced by his own destiny, could it be...?
"Teacher Jino, have you finally taken that step?"
"Before, when I teased you ’not advancing to legend, did you not want to ascend’ I was too naive!"
"Our Teacher Jino, indeed the rare genius of Saint Louis Academy, how could re legend be a challenge!"
"It was my mistake to misunderstand you before!"
...
"Achoo..."
In the Royal Guard Training Ground, Jino sneezed heavily.
Everyone looked at Jino in shock.
Normally, soone like him, a pinnacle professional exemplar, rarely falls ill.
Soone whispered:
"Captain, should we find soone to have a look?"
Jino snorted softly:
"What’s there to look at, if you don’t train harder, you’ll be hanging by my disciple!"
Today in Tino City, the sun was still shining brightly.
With this clear weather, the surrounding streets gradually beca lively.
Although the Sleep Festival is a ghost festival, it isn’t particularly sad.
Quite the opposite.
When calming the unrest of the deceased, priests from the Church of Death and Sleep prefer to show the departed the current warmth of the world.
Especially in Tino City.
This densely populated city particularly needs such festivities as an excuse for people to go out together with their other half.
In this regard, it was the sa both on Earth in the previous life and in the stars in this one.
Is it a foreign festival that promotes itself? Do you want to explore the cultural essence behind the festival?
No, it’s rely an excuse to have fun outside, and that’s enough.
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