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!