The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

Although the southern part of the Holy Kingdom was not affected by the Demon Realm, it, like the north, began to gradually radiate a revitalizing vitality.

A merchant guild carriage traveled down the street, with the lively chatter and laughter of people on the sidewalks occasionally drifting over.

"Lord Lunen can only be said to be the one who deserves everyone's expectations. It is remarkable that he was able to discover the anomalies in the Holy Capital while guarding the northern part of the Holy Kingdom."

"The Holy Ritual Church has been reborn. I heard that the orthodox lineage is going to be renamed the Church of the Sun God, while the corrupted ones are called the Church of Resurrection?"

"You can't call Lord Lenn by that name anymore; you have to call him His Majesty Lenn!"

Dekan slightly drew back the curtains, glancing at the smiling faces of the people, admiring the scenery of this city-state.

Now, the Holy Kingdom has passed through the coldest winter and arrived at the time of spring warmth and blooming flowers. Flowers and birds have also brought good news throughout the town.

"Holy Emperor, Saint Len Crantes. Hmph, you've made something of yourself, my old friend."

Dekan chuckled and shook his head.

When I first heard the name Lenn, I never imagined he would be so amazing.

Over the past three months, after helping Lunn eliminate the crisis in the Holy City with unstoppable momentum.

In the final moments of the film world, there were a few extra days.

The news of Lunen's ascension to the throne a few days ago has spread throughout the southern cities of the Holy Kingdom.

Dekan did not stay in the holy city to participate in the various celebrations.

Instead, he bid farewell to his friends and decided to travel alone to a certain place.

Today, Dekan finally arrived at the town where Delois and Coraldia met in his dream.

"There's still half a day left... plenty of time."

Dekan said.

Upon arriving in town, guards from the lord's manor were already waiting to escort Dekan to the manor.

Len had already sent a letter to the lord of this place, expressing his friend's desire to visit.

It is worth mentioning that Dekan learned from Lenn that after Delois left this territory, it was Corodia's father, the old lord, who wrote a letter of introduction for Delois to Lenn, which led to the story of Delois meeting Lenn.

Dekan arrived at the lord's manor in no time.

Everything here is decorated exactly like in my dream.

The lord has not changed the arrangement of the items in the lord's manor much over the years.

Strangely, even though Dekan had never been to this town before, he felt that by following his instincts, he could reach any corner he wanted to go.

In the reception room.

Dekan saw his lord waiting for him on the sofa.

His upright posture and dignified presence remained as imposing as ever.

This lord was Corodia's father and Delois's first human employer.

However, compared to his appearance in the dream, the lord had aged considerably.

"My lord, I'm back."

Dekan bowed respectfully to the lord.

Upon hearing Delois's words, the lord seemed somewhat stunned.

After a moment of stunned silence, the lord stood up, leaning on his cane, and turned to look at Dekan with a complicated expression.

"Delois, you seem to have changed?"

"Is there?"

“I’m not sure, but if Clodia were here, she would be able to tell whether you’ve changed or not.”

The lord looked at Dekan, his expression gradually softening.

Even when his daughter, who had passed away many years ago, was mentioned, he was no longer so sad.

The way he looked at Dekan was like seeing another child of his own.

……

“Claudia asked me to do something. She said that if Doloice returned here many years later, I could look for the letter she left for Doloice under that tree.”

After speaking with the lord, Dekan was sent to the back mountain.

Because the lord also knew that Delois's return this time was not mainly for him, the old lord.

The sea of ​​flowers still stretches across the cliff behind the lord's manor.

The wind was gentle and the sun was warm; there was no one around. Dekan strolled through the mountains and fields without ever looking back.

He walked forward, the bright sunlight generously covering the flowerbeds around him.

At the end of the road, a towering ancient tree marks the destination the lord had mentioned.

Although the red-haired figure was no longer under the tree.

His footsteps still quietly disappeared into the grass, as if afraid of shattering the tranquility of her resting place amidst the sea of ​​flowers.

As if by coincidence, the wind and clouds rose and fell, as if welcoming the gray-haired youth back, and the grass reflecting the warm sun seemed to ripple with waves.

Coraldia's tombstone is not far from under the big tree.

Dekan looked at the tombstone in front of him with a complicated expression.

Looking at the tombstone in front of him, with Corodia's name engraved on it, Dekan felt an unbearable pang of sorrow in his heart.

Following the lord's instructions, Dekan walked to the other side of the tree behind it.

A tightly sealed box was unearthed from the ground.

After opening the box, Dekan finally found the letter that Corodia had written to Delois.

The letter paper, its incense long since gone, was covered with distorted yet earnest writing. Seeing this highly recognizable handwriting, Dekan couldn't help but chuckle.

Dolohi didn't see this last letter from Corlotia to Dolohi until more than twenty years later.

Dekan carefully held the letter and sat down under the tree to read it.

The letter read:

"My dearest Dolois,"

I bet you're laughing right now, laughing at my ugly handwriting.

"You've laughed at me more than once. Actually, I get really hurt every time you criticize what I write. I secretly think to myself, 'If only you could be a little more considerate, think about my feelings, and praise me.' Now I'm not afraid of you laughing at me anymore, so I'm telling you."

"But then again, I like your occasional insincere smile, but sometimes I think you're too oblivious."

"But I don't blame you, you just don't understand."

"When I'm alone, I often think, will you embark on a long, dead-end journey in the future? And will you ever come back here?"

"Thankfully, I'm sleeping peacefully now. You'll only remember my most beautiful sleeping face. It's really troublesome to live with immortals."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to express myself or how to respond when we meet again, even though you may already have a superficial understanding of people's hearts."

Do you know why I'm so interested in you?

"You keep asking me this question, but I've never answered it. Now I'll tell you the answer."

"Only in your eyes do I see no pity, but you're not exactly indifferent either. You simply haven't experienced or can't understand the feeling of compassion. But correspondingly, you don't treat me like a dying person. My father's eyes always break my heart, and I feel immense sadness when I'm with everyone who loves me."

"But you're different. When I'm with you, I never feel like I'm a patient. It's a feeling of being able to forget all my troubles, not having to pass on my sadness to you, and being completely free."

"You're clearly the smartest person I've ever met, yet you've never been able to see through my thoughts. I was wondering back then, if I didn't tell you the answer, could you figure it out yourself? Or maybe I had a mischievous thought; I liked the troubled and conflicted look on your face when you were observing me. You're clearly hard to understand, yet to me, you're so easy to understand."

"Despite your somewhat wicked personality and your absolutely devilish ways of doing things, the amazing thing is that I have never felt the slightest bit of disgust towards you. You are my one and only best friend, and it was you who filled every day of my last three years with joy and anticipation."

"Whether this feeling is love or not, I want to get a little closer to you."

Even if I never see you again, as long as our memories continue to exist here forever, that's enough.

"Your forever friend,"

"Claudia"

"..."

Dekan stared at the letter, frozen in place like a statue, saying nothing.

He didn't know how he felt at that moment.

I felt as if my chest and eye sockets were blocked.

This feeling, however, made him suffer even more.

If Cornelia had written this to him, he knew he would feel an unprecedented heartache.

However, he did not want to immerse himself in it and experience Deloitte's sorrow.

He didn't want to feel sad for Dolois, and couldn't even say what Dolois was feeling at that moment.

I checked the time limit; there were only a few hours left.

Dekan sat there in front of the tombstone, blankly waiting for the end of this shadow world.

For some reason, perhaps due to the long journey or the exhaustion of the past six months, Dekan, who had finally relaxed completely, also began to feel sleepy.

Before he knew it, he had fallen down in the sea of ​​flowers.

……

Dreams are a very magical thing.

Whenever I recall my dreams, they seem to be from both a first-person and a third-person perspective, and I can't quite tell the difference.

There was a figure in this sea of ​​flowers.

I don't know if it's myself or Deloitte.

"To be honest, these past two decades have been absolutely crazy for me."

The gray-haired youth stood in front of the tombstone as if saying goodbye.

"I gave up my past that once belonged to me."

"This doesn't seem fair."