I, the final BOSS of the beta test server!

This kind of monotonous and repetitive palace time had been repeated countless times on the screen... Now it was played again, and even Dean Yin yawned.

It was even so bored that it wandered around the halls of the Arcana Tower, chasing its tail in circles and occasionally playing with its own shadow.

Just like a silly and cute cat.

But, on the other side of the hall—

Ophelia's behavior was completely different from Dean Yin's.

Although she had grown bored of such boring content before... but at this moment, she stared at the scene on the light screen, with a hint of interest in her wine-red eyes.

"Last..."

Obviously, before this, Ophelia had only mentioned this name in a nonchalant tone.

But at this moment, when the little princess pronounced this name, there was an inexplicable weight in her words.

It was no longer "Sister Wang's classmate" or "potential future brother-in-law"... these labels only had meaning because of their connection with Hiltina.

Instead, it was as an independent individual that attracted the attention of this little swan of the empire.

"Then let me see."

"You can make my sister change in a way that even I can't..."

"After all, does it have the weight to match it?"

Ophelia's words were so soft, as if she were talking to herself, that no one could hear them except a ferret.

However, when the words fell into Dean Yin's ears, it made him feel a little chill in his heart, and for a moment he lost the interest in playing boxing with his own tail.

"Little Tina's sister, what's going on in your little head?"

A hint of suspicion flashed across Dean Yin's eyes.

Although within the imperial capital, whether it was the royal family or the various nobles... Ophelia was praised generously with words such as "the little swan of the empire", "the flawless princess", and "the most perfect heir to His Majesty Aaron".

But as the biggest victim of Ophelia's clutches, Dean Yin is well aware of the other side hidden beyond the noble and flawless appearance of the little princess.

Not only is she a white-and-black person, but she is also a complete sister complex... It's not an ordinary sisterly love, but the kind that is a bit pathological.

Although Ophelia said the previous sentence "In order to prevent my sister from being cuckolded, I have to get rid of the potential thief first" in a joking tone, it was by no means just a joke.

And now, Ophelia has actually developed some interest in Luster himself...

This matter is extremely terrifying when you think about it carefully, so terrifying that even Dean Yin doesn't dare to think too deeply about it.

It was afraid that someone would kill the mink to silence it.

……

Inside the palace, a room reserved exclusively for servants.

The candlelight was blazing, illuminating Rast's eyes.

He sat at the desk, writing something calmly with a pen.

The sharp-edged characters were copied on the paper stroke by stroke, as neatly as printed fonts.

There was an old book lying flat next to the desk. Rast would occasionally reach out and turn a page before starting to write.

On the bookshelf in the corner of the room, there are already thousands of such handwritten manuscripts, many of which have been preliminarily compiled into books.

Suddenly, Rast's fingers paused and he stopped writing with his pen.

He suddenly looked up and looked at the sky outside the window shrouded in darkness.

The next moment, a red rainbow light streaked across the sky.

Coming from the end of the horizon, it instantly penetrated the frozen dusk outside the palace...

Then, it stopped in front of Rast.

The light revealed its true appearance, a rainbow bird with a glowing body, as if formed by the sun's rays.

The moment it paused at Last's fingertips, the shining rainbow bird began to burn silently, and an illusory roll of letter paper was reflected in the flames.

[The traces of the "Gravekeeper" legend have been discovered. The Relic of the Grim Reaper will be recovered in seven days at the earliest.]

[The "Lost Paradise" plan must be launched before this]

【Cesare Balzette】

When Last finished reading and took his eyes off the roll of illusory letter paper, the roll of illusory letter paper burned silently.

It was a red flame like the scorching sun, but it did not hurt Last who was so close to him at all, leaving only pure warmth as if illuminated by the sun.

After a moment, all that remained of the letter paper was the embers of the sun, which transformed into thousands of points of light, scattered across the night sky.

There is no doubt that this secret letter comes from Cessel, the current leader of the Shore Watchers.

Only this legendary Sun-Sequence Elder could personally disregard the vast distance between the Watchtower and Paradise, spanning half the continent...

It also penetrated the solidified dusk, which was also the domain of Helen as the Queen of the Underworld. Without anyone noticing, she delivered the confidential information to Last as soon as possible.

It is worthy of being the only confirmed human legend of this era.

but……

According to Chief Cecil.

Gravekeeper

This secret organization, hidden behind the scenes in Cessel's words, is the creator of the tombstone of civilization... and has witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations for several eras.

The first time it appeared in the Sixth Epoch, the one dispatched was also a legend.

Unlike Cecil... Cecil has been the absolute leader of the Shore Guardians for hundreds of years, and is also the only legend in the organization. He represents the pinnacle of the extraordinary people of this era.

But the legend of the "Gravekeeper" is just the tip of the iceberg of this secret organization that has spanned several epochs.

A legend was dispatched in a random attempt... Then, what level of existence would the leader or even the founder of the secret organization "Gravekeeper" be?

Level eight, level nine?

Demigod, angel?

Or... a real god?

They have witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations over several epochs.

So, does this mean that the "Gravekeeper" is likely to have also transcended the Sixth Epoch and still exists at this time point in the present world?

In fact, so far, it is the only thing that Rast knows of that can exist for a long time across multiple eras.

Is there some kind of inexplicable connection between the "Night World" and the "Gravekeeper"?

call--

Last looked at the fragments of sunlight scattering from his fingertips, slowly adjusted his breathing, and let out a long sigh.

The level of these things seemed too far away from him at the moment. There was not much point in thinking about them too much. It was just a waste of time.

At this moment, all he can do is focus on the "Lost Paradise" project in front of him... This is the only opportunity to contact the "grave keeper" and glimpse his true face hidden under the mist of history.

Luster adjusted himself and sat down at the wooden table again.

Then, in the candlelight that was still in the room, he picked up the pen again and wrote a few lines.

After doing all this, Rast rang the bell in the room and called a maid from the palace.

He walked to the bookshelf in the corner of the room and silently stroked the manuscripts of the compiled books with his fingers.

"Take these books as a gift to Her Majesty the Queen for me."

As a personal attendant trusted or favored by Her Majesty Helen, Last's status in the palace is naturally higher than that of ordinary maids, so it is not surprising to ask them for some small help.

Moreover, even if we put aside her identity as Her Majesty the Queen's confidant... not only is Rast impeccable in appearance, but her personality is also quite gentle, and she also has a very good relationship with the other maids.

Although the maids naturally did not dare to have any improper thoughts about Last because of his close relationship with Her Majesty the Queen, which made people unconsciously have ambiguous associations.

But morally and logically, they had no reason to refuse the young man's request.

"Ok."

"Mr. Last, please leave it to me."

The maid nodded respectfully, picked up the newly compiled books, and left quietly.

……

Between the thrones.

The girl sat back on the throne, her long ice-blue hair flowing down, and the surroundings were a frozen dusk.

She ate the fruit while flipping through the book on her lap, just as Helen had done countless times before.

But, for some reason——

It is clearly a daily routine that has become commonplace and familiar.

But at this moment, Helen's every move revealed a bit of listlessness.

Ever since the outing that the boy called a "date", Rast had asked for leave and quit most of his previous jobs as a personal attendant, leaving them to other maids.

Except for occasionally borrowing a few old fairy tales from Helen, he stayed in his room most of the day.

The maids all wondered if Luster was sick because he stayed indoors like this...

He had never accepted the blessing of Her Majesty the Queen, so naturally he could not have the eternal and immortal life of the maids. He would still be born, grow old, get sick and die like ordinary people.

When Her Majesty the Queen heard this speculation, she felt even more guilty.

The other maids didn't know about it, but Helen herself knew... It was after that time when Last accompanied her out for a trip that he started staying indoors.

Perhaps, it was because of his willfulness and love of play that he contracted the disease during that date.

Helen's gaze involuntarily turned to the outside of the palace, to the suburbs of the royal city, to the mountains covered by lush forests.

The scenery there is very similar to the ending of "Silver Wing Chronicles".

This was also the place where Luster promised Helen at the end of their last date that he would take her to play again next week.

After the previous date ended, she had been thinking about that place and the agreement with Last.

However, if going out with her would cause Last to get sick... then Helen would rather suppress her longing and yearning in her heart and restrain her willfulness.

She picked up a bunch of grapes from the fruit bowl beside her and subconsciously wanted to take something else.

But then, her slender white hand froze in mid-air—

This was a fruit plate freshly cut by the maids, so naturally they wouldn't prepare skewers for her as thoughtfully as Last did.

These were obviously trivial matters, and Helen had long been accustomed to them in the past, and didn't even feel their existence.

But after Last was no longer her personal attendant, every detail of her daily life was hinting to Helen that he was leaving.

It made her feel empty and lost.

Behind the throne, the maids who took over from Rast to serve Helen looked at each other, but saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

The maids could all sense the loss in Her Majesty the Queen's heart during this period... Not only would they be dazed and distracted from time to time, but they also spent most of their time looking towards the waiter's room.

They wanted to relieve Her Majesty the Queen's worries, but they could not find the exact reason.

In other words, even if they knew the reason, they were powerless to do anything.

"His Majesty."

"This is what Mr. Last asked me to bring to you."

As soon as the new maid finished speaking, she saw Her Majesty the Queen, who was usually lazy and idle, suddenly stood up from her throne.

There was joy in those dark purple eyes.

Helen walked up to her with light steps and took the stack of books compiled from manuscripts from the fearful maid.

Ice-blue hair fluttered in the dusk, and Helen saw the "Silver Wing Chronicle" at first sight.

However, unlike the old original version that Helen was familiar with, this book seemed to have just been compiled, with smooth pages that looked brand new.

She couldn't wait to open the new edition of "Silver Wing Chronicles".

[Your Majesty, your fairy tale books have been read too many times, and many parts are worn and damaged.]

[However, these books from the Golden Age before the Cataclysm...are so old that it is unlikely to be found in reprints.]

[These manuscripts are the gifts I have prepared for you during this period. I hope Your Majesty will not blame me.]