“!!!”
The moment Danilla finished speaking, the crowd erupted into an uproar.
“An elf princess... is it that one? The Dawn Maiden Irithea!”
“The elf monarch who is on the verge of unifying the entire elf kingdom, ending centuries of division and self-governance.”
“Before the Zhexuan Kingdom fell into catastrophe, I had an audience with her in the elflands. She was indeed... ahem, no less beautiful and noble than Her Imperial Highness Artedinis.”
“To actually have the fortune to become the companion of that Dawn Maiden? This is truly...”
“.................”
Everyone was agitated, especially the young talents who considered themselves ambitious, their blood boiling at the prospect.
Because this was the Zhexuan Kingdom!
Among all the kingdoms, it could be considered the most venerable of veterans. Regardless of how human kingdoms perished within one or two hundred years, or even mere decades, only the Zhexuan Kingdom had endured for hundreds and thousands of years.
Although its form of existence was a bit pathetic, having split countless times throughout history, it at least remained from beginning to end.
Do you understand the value of being the only civilization in the elf courts that has never suffered a break in lineage, inherited for thousands of years to this day?
Even the most powerful empire today had never thought to offend the elf kingdom, even if the Radiant Dynasty was stronger than Zhexuan in terms of overall national power.
Yet, the respect and yearning hidden in their bones could not be concealed. The Zhexuan Kingdom was the superior nation that led fashion and trends; it was the white moonlight of humanity.
Becoming a companion to the supreme elf princess was unprecedented. This did not merely mean winning the beauty's heart; it meant supreme power and glory.
Moreover, the elf observer said it was a prophecy! Do you understand what a prophecy means?!
In this fairy tale world controlled by the great hand of providence, everyone held absolute trust in prophecies and legends.
No one would forge a prophecy; a prophecy that could be widely circulated was credible enough in itself.
As for why it was so credible, or where the original prophecy came from, I advise you not to ask too much. The mechanics are written that way, and ancestors have always lived by them!
“Speaking of which, to become a companion to that Dawn Maiden, it must be a male, right? Doesn't this rule out...”
Some people also thought of the subtle aspects, their gazes inadvertently drifting toward Artedinis.
It felt like Her Imperial Highness was at a disadvantage.
But those who understood the inside story spoke freely:
“The elves are not that conservative. I heard many of them believe in spiritual love. Such romance does not require physical union; it only requires resonance in emotions. Some couples even live apart for long periods; they are quite indifferent in that regard.”
“Even if we take a step back and treat this as a blood alliance, one could still become a co-ruler of the Zhexuan Kingdom. Do you understand what kind of concept that is?”
“If it were a commoner adventurer, they could ascend to become a monarch of the elf kingdom in one step. If they were already an occult noble, they could lay a foundation for their family lasting at least a hundred years!”
“Not to mention such glory. As the bridge connecting humans and elves, even after thousands of years, the name of this hero would still be sung!”
The atmosphere at the scene became lively because of the guests Artedinis brought.
Everyone harboring ambition and expectation had only one thought.
I am talking about seizing a major historical opportunity, are you deaf?!
The imperial princess was quite satisfied with this atmosphere. She rested her cheek on the back of her hand, eyes slightly lowered. After the heated atmosphere at the scene cooled down a bit, she put her hands behind her back and said:
“I have decided to participate in the subsequent liberation of the Zhexuan Kingdom. This qualification is not to be monopolized by anyone. Our friends from the Zhexuan Kingdom have also agreed to open the borders. If you have sufficient confidence in your luck and strength, you are welcome to go at any time.”
“If you feel you lack certainty or that your cultivation of the path is not yet deep enough, that is also fine. Because thanks to a friendly gift from a certain Lady of the Lake, many trials will open soon. This era is destined to be an era where heroes emerge.”
There's more of a surprise?!
“Praise be to Her Highness!”
“Praise be to the Lady of the Lake!”
“..............”
The guests present expressed their admiration one after another. Everyone knew that after these representatives of the 【Sacred Alliance】 returned home, a wave would immediately be set off, and countless young masters and royals would embark on the path of trials.
Amidst the bustling crowd, Faust appeared quite indifferent. He just looked at Helen quietly, his meaning self-evident.
Helen shook her head and said, “We did not know about this. Her Highness Artedinis did not mention it to us; it was a complete surprise attack.”
The nun's expression was not very good either. After all, the Sanctuary and the imperial princess were only in a cooperative relationship; the latter indeed had no obligation to report everything to them.
And did the Lady of the Lake, who handed the magic beans to them, trust Artedinis more than the Sanctuary?
It seems the Lady of the Lake is truly not worth trusting! Whether it is a fairy or the Lady of the Lake, they are all cut from the same cloth!
“Sigh...”
Helen: “Brother Faust, what are you sighing about?”
Faust looked around and said:
“Am I the only one who knows they are going to their deaths? I come first to congratulate everyone on their opportunity, and second to grieve for their outcome.”
The situation in the Zhexuan Kingdom was such that even Mephisto would advise him to wait a while, which showed how deep the water was.
Even without mentioning that, if Qingxi went to such great lengths to set this up just to have him enter openly, one could tell it was not a good thing.
However, there was no need to worry, because the young masters and royals who came out to adventure were like monsters that respawned at dawn; one batch died, and another appeared.
If one did not use their failure as a foundation, how could one set off Faust's uniqueness?
Anyway, I am prepared to grow until I am unstoppable.
Just as Faust shook his head and intended to leave the banquet, a court attendant walked over quickly and said respectfully:
“Prince Faust, if you are free tomorrow morning, please visit the Governor's Mansion. Her Highness wishes to speak with you privately.”
“Oh, I see.”
Upon hearing this, Faust glanced at Artedinis. When his gaze met hers, he nodded:
“I will go.”
That night, Faust and the young women rested in the residence prepared by the Sanctuary. The next morning, the prince went to keep the appointment.
The Governor's Mansion was located in the very center of Saint-Vevia, occupying an entire city block. The palace entrance was grand and spacious, with doors cast in bronze and gilded surfaces, featuring reliefs depicting the epic conquest history of the empire's past royals.
Passing through the main gate, one found a tree-lined avenue planted with rare trees transplanted from all over the empire.
At the end of the avenue was the main hall of the Governor's Mansion. The moment he entered, he was stunned by the scene before him.
He saw a huge ceiling painting on the dome of the main hall.
It was a scene of the empire's ancestor slaying a giant dragon—the ancestor was clad in golden armor, holding a great sword, with the blade piercing the dragon's heart; the dragon opened its bloody mouth, struggling in its death throes, scales shattering, blood gushing out.
The man in armor with the great sword stood on the mountain peak, with the dying dragon crawling beneath his feet. Sunlight pierced through the clouds, casting a holy halo over him, his face firm and majestic, his eyes like torches.
This was the legendary hero who slew a dragon with his own power; a real man should be like this!
“Hey! Prince of that small country!”
Just as Faust was tilting his head to admire the magnificent ceiling painting, a shrill voice came from behind him.
“Hey, you! I'm calling you!”
The prince turned his head, raised his eyebrows:
“Whose child is this?”
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