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The girl turned around and looked at him, her long hair fluttering in the evening breeze.

The ice-blue characters, word by word, were dyed red by the setting sun, as if they were written with flames and seemed to be about to burn.

"Last."

"I think you are the hero of my story."

Chapter 117 You are my hero (two in one)

"Protagonist?"

Last was also standing on the edge of the cliff, and together with the girl beside him, he silently stared at the words written in the dim sky.

"Yes, the protagonist."

The ice-blue-haired queen nodded vigorously.

"Just like what's said in that fairy tale book, the boy who dreams of becoming a knight and the lonely witch who brings plague—"

"Meet, get to know, and become friends..."

"And then, fall in love."

She wrote a little faster, and her fingertips moving up and down seemed to be outlining some kind of piano score.

"Actually, at first I was a little confused. Why did you refuse my blessing, Rust? Why didn't you let me use my power to transform you into an eternal form like Anna?"

"But now, I seem to understand a little bit."

Helen turned her head and gazed at the royal city lying on the ground in the distance.

"Those foreigners in the royal city have never received my blessing."

"They have short lives, are plagued by illness, and slowly age and die, just like..."

The icy blue words in the air paused slightly.

"Like what?" Luster asked.

"Like a butterfly in a glass case, beautiful, yet fragile and ephemeral."

"Like the morning dew, fleeting."

Butterfly in a glass dome.

Last didn't expect Helen to come up with such a metaphor.

It was only a short month, but this queen who didn't like to communicate seemed to have made a qualitative leap in her communication skills with others.

However, this metaphor is just right.

Last couldn't help but think of the biology homework in elementary school in his previous life. The fat silkworms and mulberry leaves were placed in paper boxes and handed out. The homework of the elementary school students was to observe the changes of the silkworms every day and write them down as observation diaries to be handed in.

So, in just one month.

He recorded in his diary the entire process of the silkworm growing up, spitting out white silk to wrap itself into a cocoon, and finally turning into a moth, flying out of the cocoon, and stopping on the wall of the box until it died.

What may seem like a trivial matter to elementary school students is a one-month biology homework, but it represents the life of silkworms.

And perhaps in the eyes of Helen, the Queen of the Underworld who holds the power of "Death" and whose life is almost eternal... she and other refugees, humans who have not been blessed, are no different from silk moths. They will die if they are not careful.

"but……"

Helen's handwriting suddenly fluctuated.

"On the faces of those strangers, I saw smiles I had never seen before."

"On Anna, on the faces of those maids and the subjects I blessed, there were smiles of happiness I had never seen before."

A hint of confusion flashed across her dark purple eyes: "Last, you are not wrong."

"Birth, growth, aging, death... experiencing joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, separation, and reunion—these are the unique beauties of a fleeting and fragile creature like humankind."

"What I thought was a blessing, the eternity bestowed upon my subjects...is in fact not a blessing, but a curse, which will deprive them of this beauty."

"Transforming living humans into specimens."

"Though seemingly alive on the outside, it is already dead on the inside, a mere phantom of a bygone era."

"So, in the eyes of the world, my very existence must be a mistake."

"Because the word 'justice', and the morality that defines it, were created solely for humans."

"Just like the embodiment of disaster in the Silver Wings Chronicle, the Lone Witch of Poison, born to bring plague and death to the world... she is an existence that the Church of Light, representing justice, must defeat."

In the sunset, the girl's eyes drooped slightly, like a cat that had done something wrong.

But soon, Helen raised her head again and looked straight at Rast with her dark purple eyes.

"And what you represent, Rust, is justice."

"[Shore Keeper], right?"

"Although my memory is a little fuzzy, I still remember my mother telling me this name."

"It's an organization whose sole purpose is to preserve human civilization. Like the Church of Light in Silver Wings Chronicle, they're messengers of justice that hunt witches."

Looking at the words written word by word in the air, Last's heart was slightly stunned.

I didn't expect that Her Majesty the Queen had even noticed the existence of the Shore Guard team... as well as her own existence, and the irreconcilable opposition and conflict between her and the Shore Guard team.

But even so, the girl's dark purple eyes looking at him remained unchanged from the past month, with a hint of trust and closeness.

"So, you're not afraid of me, a member of the Shore Guardians?"

Luster asked softly, "Just like the Plague Witch in the Silver Wings Chronicle, who was harmed by the holy light of the six-winged seraph, the incarnation of the God of Light."

"No, I'm not afraid."

Helen shook her head vigorously.

"Because in my heart, Rust, you are not the six-winged seraph of the Church, but the protagonist who dreams of becoming a knight."

"And just like what's said in that fairy tale book, even a knight from the Church and a witch hunted by the Church must find a way to understand each other."

The girl's eyes reflected the blood-red sunset in the dim sky.

"So, can you tell me about it?"

"Last, your affairs, your past."

"My past?"

Looking at the ice-blue words dancing in front of him, and the eyes cast towards him, filled with a hint of curiosity and request.

Rast calculated the time silently in his mind.

When he found that there was still some gap from the expected time point, he nodded slightly.

Rast walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down, gazing at the city in the distance that was crawling on the earth and looming in the twilight, and began to tell the story softly.

"Actually, my past is not worth mentioning."

"It's just a story about a person trapped in a desperate situation, struggling ugly and constantly trying not to lose himself..."

……

Reality, the Mystery Tower, next to the Epoch Tombstone.

The image on the projection screen swayed like water waves.

It reflects the two people sitting side by side on the cliff and talking under the dusk sky, like silhouettes in the twilight.

"I didn't expect that Xiao Xia already knew everything."

In Dean Yin's secondary dimension warehouse, the stock of dried fish has been completely exhausted. With no snacks to eat at the moment, he has no choice but to focus all his attention on the light curtain.

When seeing the Queen of the Underworld Helen expose those coincidences without any concealment, not only Last... but even Dean Yin and Ophelia who were watching the live broadcast outside the world wall, were stunned.

I'm afraid that the originally sweet and cheerful love comedy with the two of them being alone together will suddenly change its style and become "Days in Paradise" where the queen of the underworld goes on a killing spree and kills all the unfaithful and ungrateful people.

But the final development of the incident was somewhat beyond the expectations of the man and the mink.

"But it's so strange. Knowing that everything is fake and arranged by others, the Queen doesn't even feel the slightest bit of resistance?"

Dean Yin wagged his furry tail and said, "If I knew someone dared to write a script and interfere with my life, I would definitely flip the table and make a big fuss."

"Look at you, little ferret, you look so indifferent right now. It's not convincing at all to say such things."

Ophelia's cold voice came from not far away.

"Actually, this isn't surprising." She stared at the girl with ice-blue hair in the light curtain. "The Queen of the Underworld, Helen, and Axia are actually the same person. It's just that some of her memories were suppressed by the Night World and temporarily forgotten."

"But even so, Akshia's subconscious desire to help Rast in the Night World still remains within her soul, preventing her from even thinking of harming him."

"Besides—even putting all that aside, why would the Queen of the Underworld resist?"

There was a glimmer in Ophelia's wine-red eyes:

"Even though they know it's just false courtesy, compliments about youth and beauty will still delight an elderly lady... Even the most corny and exaggerated love words can still capture the heart of someone who lacks love."

"For Her Majesty the Queen, who has never seen the outside world, this was a pink and dreamy journey. This short month carried so many firsts for her, memories that are deeply engraved in her soul and cannot be replaced no matter how many storms she goes through."

"It's just like how many wealthy businessmen and nobles, after achieving success, still miss the senior student they met in their youth the most."

"Things like white moonlight have such unreasonable lethality."

The Second Princess paused for a moment and said, "Although it was just a lie, no one can deny the beauty of this journey."

"This is a memory that will never fade, no matter what happens in the future, no matter fate or the gods.

"That's all...that's enough."

Dean Yin glanced at Ophelia beside him.

Even though he's just a minor, he's very good at calculating people's hearts...

It is no wonder that the great nobles in the imperial capital are so wary of the second princess.

If the current trend continues, by the time she comes of age, even the children of the great nobles will have to listen to Ophelia's name to stop crying at night.

This is also the reason why Dean Yin is a little afraid of Ophelia.

Although she is young, she has a very deep mind, not at all as pure as her sister.

"Speaking of Tina's sister, aren't you worried at all?"

Dean Yin shook his tail. "What Xiao Xia just wrote specifically asked that guy to be the hero of her story... This is a complete confession!"

"This is the confession of a queen of a country, almost a legendary rank."

"Even though I knew your intentions and origins were all ulterior, and even though I knew everything about us was a fake script and performance, I still confessed to you."

"Plus, in the fairy tale 'Silver Wing Chronicles', their identities perfectly matched, the hero and heroine who were identical, as if they were destined by fate."

"In this situation, any normal man would be moved, right?"

Dean Yin glanced at Ophelia curiously, carefully studying her expression: "I feel more and more that... Little Tina is going to be cheated on."

However, some things were beyond Dean Yin's expectations.

The Second Princess, who had always been in its mind the ultimate sister-con, did not show the slightest fluctuation in her wine-red eyes.

She continued to gaze calmly at the scene on the screen: "It's okay, I believe in my brother-in-law's character."

"He is like a machine, moving forward only towards the goal he has set in his mind, ignoring any obstacles, and will never be slowed down by the scenery along the way."

"If that's the case, wasn't it you who told me that back then, Little Snow Ferret? Why are you feeling less confident now?"

"I……"

Dean Yin was stunned, obviously not expecting Ophelia to ask such a question.

It took a long time for it to come back to its senses: "But, as long as it is beautiful enough, then when the lie is repeated ten thousand times, the lie will become the truth..."

Even the coldest and most hardened person would have their heart melted in the face of such beauty...it should be so.

"No, it's not, little ferret."

Ophelia shook her head and interrupted Dean Silver's statement.

“Even if a lie is repeated ten thousand times, it will never become the truth.”

"And those who can be deceived by a lie repeated ten thousand times and believe it to be true... in the final analysis, it is because they were confused from the beginning and never had a firm belief that they were willing to fight for their whole lives."

She stared at the black-haired boy who was leaning against the cliff in the light curtain, with a clear outline in the dusk.