The rain fell into the silent crowd, as if the sky was also crying for the brave soldiers.
People came to Susal's sleep to mourn the heroes who died in the war against the orcs.
Sisia Obaiszier, the Regent of Cormier, stood a few steps behind the podium.
Soon after, she will stand here and send eulogies to the victims on behalf of the kingdom and the race.
She watched their arrival without saying a word, and exchanged greetings with them, but was unwilling to talk to them.
Her life experience was much less than that of these nobles and vassals.
And she felt that this ceremony to praise the dead would be the most difficult thing that a young and inexperienced self had ever encountered - this would definitely cause many troubles to other people who participated in the mourning.
The ceremony will be held in the shadow of her father's empty grave.
Shisiah has participated in too many rituals to commemorate the victims of the war.
At each memorial service, she hoped and prayed sincerely that it would be the last ritual related to war.
She believed that this was the wish of all kind leaders, but she also knew that her wish could not come true in the end.
In any case, they will always encounter enemies.
Sometimes the enemy is brand new.
Evil gangsters always appear suddenly from somewhere that they cannot detect.
Some enemies are also old and long-lasting.
They were bound by chains, buried deep underground, sealed in semi-planes outside the material world, and they should have completely disappeared from this world.
But they will still suddenly rise again after countless centuries of silence, implement terrifying rule, or directly destroy innocent lives.
There are also times when enemies are the forces she is familiar with.
Such situations are often even more sad.
Even if she knew these enemies, their threat was equally huge and terrifying.
How did her father meet these challenges again and again?
Xisaiya really wanted to know what her grandfather did? What did the Purple Dragon Kingdom that lasted for thousands of years do?
Now the Kingdom of Cormier has finally ushered in a period of relatively stable state.
But the next enemy, the next challenge, will undoubtedly come soon.
The death of Azene V was not a long time ago, but it seemed that the daughter and son of this great man had passed for a lifetime.
Her father died in the war that had just ended.
To be more precise, it was sacrificed when the demon dragon actually launched the first wave of attacks.
The evil dragon released by orcs from the twisted void is ugly, cunning, extremely cruel and fierce, causing the king to die on the battlefield.
As always, Hiseya summons magic from the goblin wilderness to calm himself down.
Even if you treat such an enemy who must be retaliated, it will not be beneficial to have hatred.
After all, her father can no longer come back.
The only thing that comforted Hisaiya was that the legendary warrior died in a heroic battle and saved many innocent lives with his own sacrifice.
In just a blink of an eye, Princess Hisiah Obaiszier became the Regent.
In many ways, Hisea never prepared for this responsibility, and even instinctively resisted it.
Even so, she could still keenly realize that she was not very good at other very important aspects.
Maybe she is not a true ruler yet.
Her father was so great, not only for the young princess, but also for Cormier's subjects, but even for his enemies.
And the greater a person is, the more difficult the emptiness left when he leaves.
The Kingdom of Cormier has another title: the Purple Dragon Kingdom.
The dragon tore the dragon apart, and people used it to describe Azene V's bravery on the battlefield.
But he is by no means just a powerful warrior with extraordinary combat skills, but also an extraordinary leader.
In the first few weeks after his father's death, Hisea not only wanted to calm his shock, but also tried his best to appease his mournful and horrified subjects.
This made it impossible for her to truly mourn her father.
People are sad because they lose the dragon that guards the kingdom, while Shisiaya's sadness is just for this person.
At night, she could only open her eyes wide and couldn't fall asleep.
She wanted to know how many enemies died under the sword of Purple Dragon in order to kill Cormier.
Once, Shisiaya told Sandrakot about this idea, Cormier's Royal Mage, and the leader of the war wizard.
The old man is now a consultant to the young ruler.
When he heard Hisaiah telling his state of mind, a smile appeared in his sad eyes.
"Child, I can tell you that before they submerged your father with countless orcs, he killed the most powerful dragon I have ever seen by himself, and he saved countless civilians who fled from the Forest of Kings to Susal. I can be sure that your father had paid a heavy price for the invaders before he fell."
Xisia had no doubt about this, otherwise they would not have defeated the Orcs.
Perhaps this is far from enough to eliminate her sorrow, and she can only be satisfied with it.
The memorial service was attended by a large number of armed soldiers, but on this day of recalling the deceased, Shisaiya did not wear armor.
She was wearing a white silk shirt and dark blue breeches, a thick ceremony coat embroidered with gold thread, and lambskin gloves on her hands.
The only rune sword she wore around her waist could be used in both war and symbolize peace: the messenger of Chaos.
This is a gift from Ya Ling, who came from the fairy wilderness, gave her.
She told her that the Chaos Messenger had drunk blood in the hands of some people and saved lives in the hands of others.
Today, Shisiah wants to greet as many people as possible and express her gratitude to those who have lost their loved ones.
She hoped that she could bring comfort to everyone, but the cold facts told her that she could not realize this wish.
To her comfort, the dawn of victory shone on all of them...even a tired young Regent.
She raised her face and knew in her heart that the sun was behind the dark clouds.
The soft raindrops fell on her face, making her feel as if it was a blessing.
She recalled a similar memorial service ten years ago.
On that day, raindrops also fell in Arabia. At that time, they remembered the heroes who made the greatest sacrifices to prevent the dark monarch Bann.
Two loved ones from Xisiaya attended the ceremony that day, but they were unable to continue to accompany her today.
One of them is of course her father, the other one she has always been affectionately called Sister Myrcella.
Ms. Myrcella Raul, the female lord of Arabe.
She guards the Kingdom of Cormier with all her heart.
But the disaster ten years ago made the female lord who lost relatives and friends unable to heal the inner pain and recover from that terrifying moment.
Although she never showed it, she knew very well how much the pain was to the lady.
Otherwise, she would not have made an oath to Cormier's premiered king on the day of the ceremony to never enter the south.
"Is that OK?" The voice was warm and soft, just like the woman asking.
Shisiah smiled at Kalena, the priest of Mother Earth Goddess. Kalena was asking her if she wanted to accept her blessings.
Xisaiya nodded slightly, lowered her head, and immediately felt her tight chest relax and her soul returned to peace.
She stood aside with respect, watching the pastor talk to people, and continued to wait for the moment she came on stage to give a speech.
At her father's memorial service, she had never been able to say a few words.
Her sadness was too strong at that time, so she could not take care of anything else.
As time passed, the sadness changed in her heart, becoming no longer as fierce as flames, but the oppression on her did not ease at all.
No matter what, she can say at least a few words today.
Xisiah stood beside her father's tomb, which was empty.
The curse of the Dragon Blood has long left his corpse dead.
Xisia looked at the stone-carved face on the tomb, which looked very similar to his father.
Looking at it, Xisay could feel a little comfort.
But even a master of stone carving with superb skills cannot reappear the king's passion, violent heart, cheerful laughter, and every move he makes.
In a sense, Hsaiya was glad that the tomb was empty and she could always think that her father was still alive.
Xisia's thoughts returned to the place where her father died.
The elf sword "Purple Dragon" that his father killed the evil dragon, and the inheritance sword of Cormier's founding country, lay there quietly without getting touched by him again.
It may be waiting for another master, and it will respond to that master.
The sword sheath of this elven sword is made of gilded cherry wood, wrapped in enchanted red leather, adorned with a purple dragon with ruby ​​eyes.
When Shisiah held the sword, she almost felt her father beside her.
At that time, Hisiah truly accepted the responsibility of the Regent.
The light began to hover over the sword again, not the orange-red bright light representing the warrior, but the warm blue halo representing the sword wizard.
At that moment, the wound on Hiseya's heart began to heal.
Maybe Brian is not really eloquent, but Xisaiya can never forget what he said to her when she put the crown gently on her head:
"Your father is a real hero. Everything he does is a challenge to us, and we must never be overwhelmed by fear...even in front of the gates of hell."
Brian is wise.
He did not tell her that they must not be afraid, but that they could not be defeated by fear, because only fear can one become brave.
"I won't, father." The elf sword "Purple Dragon" will testify to Ciseya.
Sisia forced herself to return to the present, and she nodded to Kalena and turned to look at the crowd.
The rain has slowed down, but it has not stopped yet. Obviously no one plans to shelter from the rain.
Xisia's eyes swept over the husband and wife who had lost his partner, father and mother who had lost his children, orphans who had lost their parents, and solemn and upright veterans.
She was proud of the soldiers who had shed their blood on the battlefield and hoped that their heroes could rest in peace.
Regardless of life and death, they have always loved these people standing in front of her. Xisaiya knew that these people who were deeply loved were also heroes.
Because today, those who stood in the sleep of the dragon did not succumb to fear.
Xisia saw Brian, who stood far behind a lamppost, and the two of them met with their eyes. He nodded to her with encouraging eyes.
This gave her extra peace of mind, as if the man she loved deeply was standing beside her, and she was not afraid of whether it was facing the bottomless abyss or the Nine Prisons of Barto.
She let her eyes sweep across the faces.
Some people she knows, while others she doesn't.
She waved to an elf family whose male and female owners had scars from war, but with smiles on their faces, they raised their children over their heads so that she could see Cormier's Regent.
"Like many of you, I have experienced the pain of losing my loved ones firsthand." Xisiah said loudly, her voice clear and powerful, and even those standing at the farthest could clearly hear it, "You all know, my father..."
She paused, cleared her throat before continuing:
"King Azene V... fell in Susal's first battle. At that time, the dragon's rage against Cormier had just begun. He died to save his soldiers. The brave soldiers stood up to fight terror that could not be described in words, to protect us, to protect our land, our kingdom. He knew that no one could be more important than the kingdom, even the king was no exception. Just as each of you had lost your father, mother, brother, sister, son and daughter."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Because he and many others have the courage to make sacrifices, we have accomplished an impossible miracle." Xisia's eyes fell on the faces of one person after another, and saw that everyone was eager to be comforted:
"We defeated the dragon and defeated the orcs. Now we want to pay tribute to all the heroes who died. The way we pay tribute to them is not to die like them... but to live well, to heal our wounds, to help others cheer up, to laugh, to feel the sunshine that sprinkles on our faces, to hug the people we love, and to let them know that every hour and every minute of the day, they are so important."
After the rain, the sky cleared, the dark clouds began to dissipate, and a bright blue and golden dawn fell on the sky.
“Neither we nor our world can escape the pain.” Sisia continued:
"We are scarred and the defeated dragon burns our beloved land with the breath of hatred. We do not know what price this will cost us. Some parts of our hearts will be lost forever and become empty. But if you are willing to be loyal to a Regent whom you cry today, if you are willing to miss the king who had sacrificed his life for you before, then I ask you to live. For our lives, our joy, our kingdom, these are the gifts left to us by the fallen people. We must cherish them. For the Kingdom of Cormier!"
"For the Kingdom of Cormier!" The civilians raised their right hands, the soldiers pulled out their weapons, cheered in unison, and many people's eyes were filled with shining tears.
Now it was the other person's turn to speak, and Shisiah let her go to the side tiredly. When she did so, her eyes subconsciously turned back to Brian, and her heart suddenly sank.
Kevlier, the head of the Arab City intelligence agency, is standing next to Brian.
Xisia could clearly see the solemn expressions they showed when they were talking.
In her impression, whenever this shadow-minded person appears in the wizard tower in Arab City, her sister Myrcella will receive bad news.
That's exactly what she saw Bryan's slightly frowning brows.
As the new Regent, Hiseya was able to understand and value the role of the spies of the intelligence agencies and play in the role of the kingdom.
Because she understood that she would never know how many members of intelligence agencies had sacrificed their lives in this recent war.
It is even more impossible to know how Brian obtained detailed information when commanding this battle.
After all, unlike the open warriors, these spies and scouts active in the shadows always live silently and die silently, and few people know their achievements.
Hiseya nodded to Bryan, then waved her head slightly, signaling that she would talk to them far from the mourning crowd.
The mourning continues, some kneel down and pray in a low voice, others will return to their homes and release their sorrows in a private environment, and others will go to the tavern to keep themselves in the crowd and prove that they can still enjoy food, wine and laughter.
Although Hisaiya also thought of many ways to release her emotions, as the Regent, she knew that her task was not that simple.
The three of them walked silently to the monument. At this moment, the dark clouds had almost disappeared. The afterglow of the sunset fell in the harbor below, and sparkling light appeared on the water.
Xisia came to the stone wall, pressed the wall with both hands, took a deep breath in the sea breeze, and listened to the seagulls' chirping.
She needs some time to stabilize her emotions before she can listen to the information brought by this shadow thinker, known as the "Spy Master", from Arab City.
Chapter completed!