The angry shouter stretched out his finger and tapped it on the Tide Stone. He wiped it clean with a slightly funny look and whispered:

"Your relationship is so enviable. Oh, the scene just now made me want to cry..."

But what about Elune?

The World Spirit placed in the Tree of Life was dumbly accepting the power from its predecessors. She could feel that the Titans were becoming weaker. They sacrificed themselves to fight for hope for Elune and the stars. This is the greatest

sacrifice.

But Elune doesn't feel that greatness...

In her heart, there was only a dull feeling of pain.

This is...

How does it feel when a child is sad for the first time?

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"You cried..."

In the lonely castle in the dead world, Ms. Xalatas, who had returned from negotiating with the ethereal spirits in Argus, looked at the high lord Tyrion on the throne in surprise. In the corner of the high lord's eyes, there was a tear like a drop of water.

This shocked Xal'atath.

She never knew that the madman in front of her, who was so terrifying that he could kill Titans, actually had such an emotional side.

"You actually cry too..."

The secretary was amazed. She put down the document in her hand and circled twice around the silent lord who was overwhelmed by grief. At this moment, she no longer seemed as rigid and dead as before, but seemed to have recovered a little bit.

It is the posture of the fifth ancient god.

The great lord didn't care at all about her gaze, he was immersed in his own world.

And Xal'atath carefully stretched out her hand, trying to hide the tears in the corner of the high lord's eyes, but just before she touched the high lord, a black-gloved hand slapped her hard.

on fingers.

Blood Mistress Alleria walked out of the shadow of the throne with an expressionless face. She looked at Xal'atath and said:

"Go and do your business!"

"Don't talk nonsense about news that shouldn't be spread..."

Xal'atath snorted, but she knew that she was still alive now entirely because Alleria saved her that day, otherwise she would have probably died with N'Zoth.

Therefore, Miss Xalatas, who has been completely transformed into a dead creature by the Blood Mistress, still feels grateful in her heart.

She picked up the documents on the table, glanced at the high lord one last time, then turned and left.

When the sound of Xal'atath's high heels colliding with the ground gradually faded away, the Blood Mistress knelt down and held her husband's hand. She looked at her husband and the tears on his face and said softly:

"You're always like this... Obviously, you don't need to bear everything."

"You are always abusing yourself, can't you be kinder to yourself?"

The Blood Mistress' voice of regret awakened the great lord from his tumbling emotions. He held his wife's hand tightly and said:

"I'm just, just doing the right thing..."

"I know, but you can't always do the right things. They are like thorns. You know it is right to pull out the thorns, but they will also sting you. Just like how you treat the world and Elune, you

You love them, and no one loves them more than you."

Alleria put her husband's cold hands on her cheeks, feeling her husband's disordered mood, and said:

"You are like an iron felt and a forging hammer, making them stronger and stronger, making them capable enough to face all challenges from fate, but you have to bear all this. This is unfair to you, I

Tyrion..."

"This world, those feelings, love, hope, and hugs, these are what you deserve."

"Not only can they enjoy that era, but you are also qualified to appreciate it."

The Blood Mistress stood up, gently picked up her husband's head, and placed it on her abdomen. She gently stroked her husband's hair. She hummed an elven ditty from Quel'Thalas, which was played between her and Tai.

When Leon was still young, their favorite songs, those past times, warm and colorful times, those memories that only belonged to her and Tyrion, those stories, those precious pasts

.

Alleria looked at the man in her arms. She knew that this man was not the person she should be looking for in her original destiny. This man did not belong to this world. It could even be said that Tyrion destroyed Alleria.

It should have been a more magnificent life, but he gave Alleria another life.

The Blood Mistress didn't care about the disturbances in the outside world. She had never regretted meeting Tyrion. But now, she just wanted her husband to have a good rest in her arms.

He has...worked too hard for too long.

Tyrion felt his wife's love. He was like a greedy man, greedily feeling this unreserved love. With a flick of his finger, the darkness from the Death Star Sea was about to completely cover the hall. He didn't want to let

Others disturbed the tryst between him and his wife. At that moment when everything fell into warm darkness, the great lord closed his eyes and said in a tone that was so stubborn that it made people feel distressed.

"I don't care about the pain."

"Because I know, I've always done it..."
Chapter completed!