"Now Ice Moon dear, you can't find any butterflies in the entire east coast, and you already used that excuse last time."
“I helped the old man cross the street.”
"I've used it too."
"I..." The black-haired girl hesitated and finally said, "I saw some people discussing the Four Seasons Policy on the street. I want to know what those people think of me."
"So you leaned over to listen?" Ahoyen practically slapped himself in the face and wiped it all the way to his chin.
How could someone be so stupid... "Those guys didn't recognize you?"
"Our portraits weren't published in the newspapers."
"But what about the horns on your head?"
"Dragon people are not a rare species on the East Coast now." Haradini said as a matter of course, "I asked them what they think of the four 'Si Chen', and Ahoyin, you are the most popular."
Is this ok?
Hitzfeld's jaw dropped as he watched from the side.
I just created an image for you of an otherworldly sage who has seen through the world, and you're just slapping me in the face?
"I'm impressed by you." Ahoyin was speechless. "You always do things that make me speechless... Come with me now, those two people will be angry!"
He walked forward, took his sister's hand, and dragged her back the way he came.
But Haradini had a different opinion. While being dragged along, she continued, "The only one who will be angry is Ke Fan. It doesn't matter if Emera waits for a year."
"What do you mean by indifferent? That's what she said!"
"The distance between hearts is farther than light years. If she doesn't say anything, it means she doesn't care. She doesn't expect anyone to understand what she's thinking, right?"
"What about me! Why is Ke Fan the only one who is angry? I will be angry too, okay?"
"You won't." Haradini said confidently, "You are always the gentlest one. This is not good. This kind of personality will make you more vulnerable than Emera."
It turns out that the White Dragon Queen is not only a fool, but also proficient in the art of speaking like Tony Cross and Maps Darent...
Hitzfeld followed and listened all the way, with the corners of his mouth curled up wildly.
No one can see her anyway.
Etiquette and the like can be put aside for now.
Ahoyin was almost driven crazy by Haratini's "tease". She stopped and asked her sister to explain what she had just said.
What do you mean I am the gentlest one?
So I'm easy to bully because I'm gentle?
Then I am indeed vulnerable! The one who hurt me is my good sister—isn’t it you?
Even the most honest person wouldn't be able to bear being pointed out like this. Today, Haratini must explain it to her clearly. How come she has become even worse than before after disappearing for a while and coming back?
"I went to study with my mother." Haradini half-closed her eyes.
She is really beautiful when she doesn't say weird things.
It's a very quiet and cold beauty.
Her snow-white skin was matched with her long, straight black hair, her facial features were delicate and soft, and with her half-lidded eyes, Hitzfeld, watching from the side, could even catch a glimpse of "divinity".
Am I seeing things? Why do I see compassion on this face?
"My mother told me the truth of the universe. She said that nothing can escape the fate of withering, whether it is you or me, or all things, even time will be frozen in the future."
"Your Majesty..." Ahoyin was stunned, "Why would my mother tell you these things..."
"That's not the right title, Ahoyin. You have to remember that you are no longer the high priest."
"Shut up! What's the name? If you want to be serious, you should call me sister. How many times have you called me sister since you were born?"
"Not once."
"How dare you mention that!"
After calming down, Ahoyin frowned and stared at his sister.
"So it's because of what your mother said that you think many things are unnecessary?"
"Yes."
"Including training? Including the duties she assigned to us?"
"more or less."
"Snapped!"
Hitzfeld couldn't laugh anymore.
What did she see?
Ahoyne slapped Haratini hard, and the sound was as crisp as the time she spanked Emily's little white butt not long ago.
It's like a domestic violence scene... They really can't see me, right?
With his experience with the four ancient gods, Hitzfeld was habitually nervous.
If she was caught and there were outsiders present, Ahoyen was not sure, but he estimated that Haratini would definitely find a way to silence her.
"If you are being willful and playful, then I won't hit you," Ahoyen said, "because that means you are still young... and immature... This can be corrected, and I won't blame you."
"But you know exactly what we should do now! You know all this very well... Shouldn't you think, 'It is precisely because everything will wither that we should better cherish the present time'?"
"Because it's meaningless." Haratini turned her head back and didn't even touch the red marks on her face.
"Until the method of transcendence is found, there is no point."
"...I don't care what you think." Ahoyin put his hands on his hips, "Whether you think it's meaningful or not, it doesn't matter! It's up to you! I don't care!"
"But you are not allowed to slack off! You have to shoulder the responsibility for the winter! This is even the most important part! Don't make any mistakes!"
"I'll do it." Haradini lowered her head.
“…If I don’t want to, I won’t come.”
Hitzfeld now felt that his previous judgment of her was absolutely correct.
Some people may be eccentric and have mastered certain "arts of speaking".
But that doesn’t mean they can’t be “experts” who have seen through the world.
"Let's go meet them first."
Seeing her so humble, Ahoyin's temper instantly withered. She walked over and touched the red mark on her sister's face: "Does it hurt?"
"……pain."
"Do you blame me for hitting you?"
"No wonder."
"you swear."
"..."
The atmosphere was silent.
"Forget it." Ahoyin held her forehead with her hand, and an emerald green glow spread from her other hand. The red mark she pressed was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Don't say things like that in front of Ke Fan," she reminded her sister. "And the same goes for Emera... She's just not good at expressing herself, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have a temper."
The magnificent palace was empty. The two walked through dozens of corridors and passed two hanging gardens, and finally came to a hall that was more magnificent than the main hall of the church.
Four seats had been arranged there, and the leftmost seat and the middle right seat were already occupied by beautiful girls who were about the same age as Ahoin and Haratini.
The girl on the left has bright red hair, the color of which seems to be always changing, sometimes reminding people of red sorghum fields, sometimes of fiery red fallen leaves.
She also had fair skin that was no less beautiful than Haradini's, but it looked more moist and smooth. She was sitting there wearing a light straw-colored linen robe, with a dark green cape draped over her shoulders. The strangest thing was that she kept her eyes closed the whole time, even when she heard footsteps approaching and moved her ears, she didn't open her eyes.
The girl on the right is much brighter.
Blonde.
She had a high nose bridge and thin lips, and a pair of pointed dragon horns on her head that were the same color as her skin. She wore the same white gauze dress as Ahoyne, similar to the ones in Greek mythology, with a radial necklace pendant around her neck, a golden belt around her waist, and gorgeous gold bracelets inlaid with gemstones on her wrists and ankles.
She also wore a long sword... When she heard footsteps outside, she stood up from her seat and asked loudly: "Is it Haradini? She's late again!"
"I asked her." Ahoyin came over with his sister, "She is not used to the air on the ground... Ke Fan, don't speak loudly to your sister!"
"Sister, you are biased towards her!" The blonde girl glared at Haradini, "How am I inferior to her? It's obvious that I help you the most!"
"That's why I'm the strictest with you..." Ah Huoyin tried to mediate the relationship. "I know that no matter how big the task is, Ke Fan can complete it perfectly. A god like this definitely can't lose his temper with his sister casually, don't you think?"
“Hmm…” The blonde girl puffed up her cheeks.
I always feel like something is wrong.
But my sister praised me!
Just praise me! I'm very happy!
Haratini watched the whole process. She already knew what kind of person Ke Fan was and didn't take her ridicule or sarcasm to heart at all.
Her attention was more focused on the girl with her eyes closed next to her, and just as she looked over there, the girl's face turned towards her.
She still didn't open her eyes, didn't say a word, and didn't even move her lips, but Haradini knew that Emera was "looking at her".
Hitzfeld felt the same way, but she guessed it was because she happened to be standing next to Haratini, not because Emera had actually noticed her.
From this perspective, the four ancient gods are indeed special enough.
Under greatness, one can break the laws of time and communicate with the future as the past.
Even His Majesty Hawin's daughter can't do such a thing.
By the way...I don't know if His Majesty Ha Wen can do it?
He was cheered up because Hitzfeld suddenly thought of the simplest and most brutal way to break the deadlock!
That's Amen Harwin!
Since she has been able to trace back to this folded mythological history through her interpretation of "Haradini", if nothing unexpected happens, she will be able to observe a series of processes in which the four goddesses of the hours control the four seasons and fight against the gray fog in the intervals.
Isn't this a war between gods?
Since she can see the process of the war between gods, can she also see His Majesty Hawin displaying his divine power during this period and killing evil gods with just one sword?
And then... since the four ancient gods were able to discover her spirit of retrogression, there is no reason why His Majesty Hawen cannot do it, right?
Her life level is even higher, so if she can discover it, doesn't it mean that as long as I can stay in this period of time, I will have the opportunity to face her directly and even talk to her?
Then can't I ask her for help and advice if I have any trouble?
As long as I can get guidance from this goddess, the abyss... and the evil god are not worth mentioning!
I can even describe Namiia's current situation to her! Because for her, there is no difference between the past and the present! What she heard in the past will be instantly reflected in her present, and I can directly ask her to fly back to the Kingdom of the Sun God!
Thinking of the exciting place, Hitzfeld found it difficult to suppress his excitement.
She absolutely respected and admired the Sun King.
Although the tragedy of the Hitzfeld family was in some ways caused by her appointment, her own responsibility is no small one.
Take the "third hand" that Hitzfeld had killed before as an example. The feeling that thing gave her was quite terrifying.
Ying Ye can easily deal with Him, but that doesn't mean Ying Ye is superior to Him.
This was possible because He was not complete at that time.
He was just a remnant of soul living in Lana's dream. The complete Him, the real Him, was tied to the Gray Mist Temple by a huge iron chain thicker than Hitzfell's waist.
Then who tied Him there?
It's the Sun King.
There might be characters on the gray fog side who are more powerful and terrifying than the "Three Hands". Who blocked or killed them, so that I have never heard of their existence until now, and I don't even know whether they exist or not?
Still the Sun King.
So... every living being in Namibia, including "Hitzfeld", has to owe her a favor.
Her decision.
Her dictatorship.
Her sacrifice.
