A ray of light penetrated under the heavy eyelids.

Rupert thought he was dead, but the shaking ground still woke her up from her drowsy sleep.

The gentle shaking seemed to awaken a dream of a child, making her think she once again, once again, that she returned to the ship called the "Istani Crescent". It was the flagship of the fleet built by her father and mother.

——That is, the Istani people pursue dreams in the distance.

Before she knew it, tears had fallen down, and the sadness that could not help but rise in her heart was so inexplicably lingering in her heart. Her breathing was as heavy as a sharp thorn stuck under her throat. Within an inhalation, the burning pain was heart-wrenching, sweeping over like a river and sea.

But even so heavy, she still trembled and raised her eyelids gently - a ray of light penetrated under her heavy eyelids - in the blurred tears, the princess saw two interlaced shadows, and the endless light afterwards.

She looked at the two interlaced shadows and seemed to understand something. Her heart suddenly became quiet and she slowly listened to her faint heartbeat, one after another.

Two phantoms intersected through the air, each leaving a bright trail, and they intersected again, all the sounds had disappeared, leaving only the dream that seemed to be quiet.

Rupert opened his mouth slightly, shook it, and his hands fumbled inch by inch on the ground, slowly supporting himself to climb up. She coughed heavily, and the blood spurted through her fingers and fell to the ground, bright red like fire.

The ground shook violently again.

His Highness almost fell down, but he tried to support his body with his elbows so that he would not fall down. Rupert raised his head and finally saw the last scene after the endless glory-

The tall shadow in the air was as majestic as a solemn executor. It held up the giant sword in its hand and slashed down with force, while another shadow fell from the air.

"Your Highness the Princess."

At this time, a pair of hands held her from the side and gently helped her up.

The next moment, Rupert felt a sword in his hand, and responded to the cold touch from his palm, which gave her a hint of awakening - it was her own sword - she lowered her head and looked at the blade quietly, with a layer of colorful blue light flowing on it.

The light reflected deep in her eyes.

"Your Highness," said the voice softly, "Go."

"You need to walk alone in the future."

A kind of courage penetrated into her heart.

She looked up and saw that the ground was slightly tilted, and the world was reversed, as if the whole world was leaning towards abyss.

And in the midst of all this overturning, she saw the shadow kneeling on the ground.

It was Descartes, a girl, but sometimes it changed into an old man. Even though he had a thousand faces, he turned into one at this moment. His Royal Highness held the sword in his hand tightly and raised it gently.

"I'll be back." The man raised his head and said.

The princess pursed her lips.

"But we will beat you again, Descartes."

She waved hard.

The expression on the man's face seemed to be a little relieved, and he looked at him peacefully. The wrinkles gathered on his face suddenly unfolded, and his gray hair seemed to be imprinted into her heart. Rupert looked at the face, and he was both familiar and a little distant.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a sound.

"Father?"

...

The eldest princess opened her eyes and her face turned pale.

She was sitting up from her bed in a daze. Looking around, she was a quiet palace, with the gentle gauze dancing. The afternoon sun was slowly flowing in from behind the grid window, and outside the window, the plain flowers were blooming like snow.

All the illusions disappeared, and the endless light, interlaced shadows, the overturning world, and the sword in their hands disappeared one by one.

No, maybe the sword is still there—

She looked at the sword leaning against her bed, covered with scarred swords, and the edge of the blade, as if there was a narrow light. It was like a witness, witnessing the past, witnessing the city, and witnessing everything the Istani people had experienced-

It turns out that everything is over.

It turned out to be just a dream.

"Father……"

Tears had already flowed out quietly.

The girl covered her face with her hands and started sobbing silently.

Outside the courtyard, the rustling footsteps overwhelmed the deep sobs in the palace. The guards and maids were turning around and watching the birds flying into the distance, crossing the sea of ​​flowers, flying higher and higher, farther and farther.

That is the Istaniyan, which will go to the warmer south at the end of the summer, waiting for the year to return again.

It seems like the Istani people, pursuing dreams in the distance—

From afar, a noisy sound was coming from outside Casan Palace.

That was the protesting people, the angry and silent faces gathered together, the faces of those who lost their loved ones in the war, the anger and anxiety spreading among the crowd.

"It was His Majesty the Last King who brought all this!"

"It's all his indiscriminate belief in Seneman's blind follower!"

"The Penelope royal family should be responsible for this!"

Alef's eyes crossed the battlements and looked at the dark crowd below.

"Your Majesty," Seishel's tone was a little angry, "It was the former king who saved Questak and all of them. Not only were these people not grateful, they also came to cause trouble at this moment."

Alef shook his head with a smile.

"I understand, Seschel," he turned his head and looked at the old minister's eyes with wise light, "Don't worry, I will handle all this rationally, just as my father expected me-"

"Everything will be fine, Seishel."

“…My father, he saved himself rather than saving the city.”

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That ancient bell tower became one of the few preserved buildings in the war.

Alef listened quietly to the voice, and he murmured again, "Everything will be fine, the future of the Istanians will be better than today, I promise you, Father."

...

"Come here, no, no, no, go to the left, be careful! Be gentler!"

Fang Yu did not dare to let out an extra breath. He raised his neck and looked at the objects hanging in the air - outside the huge crystal, wrapped in dense copper pipes and precision magic mechanisms, half of which were crystals and half mechanical.

That's not anything else, it's the core part of the Qihai Traveler - Fairy Heart and Magic Engine. If the entire ship leaks, he can build another one. But if something goes wrong with this thing, he will really not know where to find a replacement.

He gestured with his hands carefully. For this day, they had no idea how many times they had practiced, and until the crystal was shaking and buried in the hull, making a low sound.

The sound of the metal sash closing was so ordinary, but to everyone, it was crisp and pleasant at this moment, like a sound of nature.

"Yeah, success!"

Tianlan and Ai Xiaoxiao couldn't help but jump up and hit the palm, and the two girls almost hugged each other.

Not far away, the Count's daughter Lavalli looked at this scene in a daze. The little young man then became a captain. She turned around and looked at her side, and the lady of the naturalist who also had the same glory in her eyes - the latter held her hands in her hands, staring at this scene in a daze-

"Miss Jita, wait until the ship is built...you are leaving too, right?"

Jita turned around, a glimmer of joy flashing in her dark eyes, "Yes, Miss Lavalli, thank you."

The Count's daughter opened her mouth, and her heart felt a little sour for a moment, but she looked at the joy and glory from the heart that came from the depths of the naturalist Miss's eyes, and opened her mouth, but she couldn't speak for a while.

Forget it, Miss Jita is enough to be happy.

"But don't forget Istaniya."

"Also, don't forget me..."

"How could that happen?" Jita said with some surprise: "Of course I won't forget it."

Yes, there is the deepest memory of everyone here.

Fang Zhu wiped his sweat for a while, and listening to the cheers like tsunamis in the shipyard, his heart was a little quiet for a moment.

He suddenly turned around and looked at the noble daughter standing behind him. Silweid had a faint smile in his eyes, and quietly said to him in his mouth:

"Sir Captain."

The big cat man put one hand on the boatman's rack, and took out a pipe from his arms with the other hand, holding it in his furry palm. He thought for a moment, but did not ignite it, but looked at the elf lady beside him.

The two looked at each other and smiled slightly.

The door of the shipyard opened at this time, and the box and a lady from the president behind him walked in from outside with a letter. They were walking in from there unexpectedly, but they had not figured out what everyone was happy about.

His Highness the little princess stood on tiptoe and looked at the scene inside from outside the shipyard, but she looked a little absent-minded and her eyes involuntarily moved to Luo Yu on the side.

"Your Highness, Princess," Luo Yu asked her politely, holding a stack of books. He had heard that the Qihai Traveler had completed the final assembly work and was rushing over from other places.

But unexpectedly, I met His Highness the little princess halfway.

Shouldn't she be in Questak?

"Luo Yu," Princess Afifa's voice was a little soft, "I'm here to say goodbye to you. Are you really not considering staying in Istaniya... Is that good on that boat?"

She quickly explained: "Of course, I know Captain Ed is a good captain, but..."

Luo Yu was stunned for a moment.

But he smiled, "Your Highness Princess, I understand your thoughts, but I already have someone I like, I'm sorry."
To be continued...