I'm here to save the world, what are you doing?

"Let me keep you in suspense for now~"

"You'll know soon enough."

Her voice was like the breeze blowing across the lake, with an elusive charm.

"Sanita Vilyati, after eighteen years of using this identity, it's time to say goodbye."

Sanita took a deep breath and turned her gaze to the calm lake.

She walked slowly towards the lake, her black dress swaying gently with her movements, like flowing ink in the moonlight.

When her toes touched the lake water, she did not sink into the water like an ordinary person, but stood lightly on the water surface as if she was standing on solid ground.

She turned her gaze towards Lucius and extended her hand to him in invitation:

"Young Lord, may I have the honor to invite you to witness this farewell and rebirth?"

"Okay, I'll accompany you."

Lucius nodded without hesitation, took Sanita's hand, and stood on the water with her side by side.

He did not use any extraordinary power, but an invisible force supported him. The lake water rippled slightly under his feet, always maintaining his balance.

"Close your eyes, my lord."

Sanita raised her hand and gently closed his eyes.

Lucius closed his eyes as he was told, feeling the night breeze on his face.

As time passed, he felt a strange sense of floating, as if his whole body became light and no longer bound by gravity.

When they opened their eyes again, they were still standing on the water, but the surrounding environment was no longer Lake Lienya.

This is an endless expanse of water, the surface of the water is like a mirror, perfectly reflecting the starry sky above.

There was a bright moon in the sky, ten times larger than usual. The moonlight it cast was like a solid silver road on the water, leading straight to the distant horizon.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance, which did not belong to any flower that Lucius knew, but it made people feel peaceful and relaxed.

A breeze blew by, bringing up tiny splashes of water, like countless diamonds sparkling in the moonlight.

"This is where?"

Lucius looked around in surprise as the sound echoed in the empty space.

Sanita stood beside him, her flaxen hair gleaming in the moonlight:

“This is the lake of my heart, where my soul can temporarily break free from the constraints of the flesh and show my truest self.”

Lucius noticed that Sanita's attire had changed.

She was no longer wearing the black long dress, but had changed into a pure white dance dress, as light as smoke, fluttering in the wind.

Her long hair was also loosely tied up, with a few strands falling on the side of her neck, adding a touch of softness to her.

"Young lord, please look at me carefully."

Sanita said softly, with a hint of anticipation in her tone:

“This is Sanita Vilyati’s last dance.”

"This dance belongs only to you."

She let go of Lucius's hand, took a few steps forward, and stood on the silver road paved with moonlight, her posture elegant.

Then she gently raised her arms, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

When she opened her eyes again, her whole body seemed to glow with a strange light from the inside out. It was not an outward manifestation of extraordinary power, but a radiance that came from the depths of her soul.

She began to dance.

It was not any kind of dance Lucius had ever seen, neither the noble and elegant waltz in the imperial court nor the lively and cheerful square dance among the people.

It was a rhythm that seemed to come from life itself, and every movement was so natural, as if the moonlight, breeze, and water waves were all extensions of her dance.

She spun lightly, her white dance skirt blooming like a flower in the moonlight, creating tiny ripples in the water.

Her arms stretched out flexibly and gracefully like a swan's neck, her fingertips pulling invisible threads connecting the stars and the lake.

Lucius stood there, deeply attracted by the scene.

At this moment, the Sanita in front of him was completely different from the unpredictable woman he knew who always had a mysterious smile.

Now she is so pure and free, as if she has taken off all disguises and burdens, showing the truest side of her soul.

As the dance continues, strange things begin to happen.

Every dance step of Sanita created a circle of golden ripples on the water surface, and the ripples spread out and turned into tiny points of light suspended in the air.

More and more light spots appeared, gradually forming a series of changing pictures, like fragments of memories.

In the picture, Lucius saw a little girl standing in a very familiar, magnificent palace.

Seeing the girl walking alone and helpless on the street, a little boy with black hair and golden eyes reached out his hand to her.

I saw a young girl reading ancient books under candlelight.

I saw the girl standing next to Priest Chris, accepting her fate.

.....

Those images were as fleeting as the reflection of the moon in the water, but they left a deep impression on Lucius.

He realized that he was witnessing the most important moments in Sanita's life, her memories and emotions.

Sanita's dance moves became more and more relaxed, her movements powerful yet graceful.

Her toes lightly touched the water surface, creating a burst of silver splashes, which turned into the shape of butterflies and danced gracefully in the moonlight.

Every turn she made was as smooth as flowing clouds and water, and the hem of her skirt drew a perfect arc in the air, like a blooming Epiphyllum under the moon, short-lived and beautiful.

Finally, Sanita's dance slowed down.

Her movements became slower and deeper, like a whisper of farewell.

Finally, the slender arm drew one last elegant arc, and the fingertips trembled as they caught the moonlight falling from the sky.

The silver light condensed in her palm and gradually turned into a sharp blade with a cold glow.

Without hesitation, she stabbed the moonlight blade deep into her heart. Her whole body was like a withered flower, losing all vitality in the blink of an eye.

Lucius:? ? ?

If they are not sisters, why would they commit suicide?

Are you also a tearful girl?

"Sanita!"

Lucius hurried to where Sanita was.

Sanita's body began to sink slowly, but not into the water. Instead, she floated gently on the water as if she were sinking into an invisible bed.

Her long hair spread out on the water, and her white dance skirt spread out like a water lily.

She just lay there quietly, like a sleeping princess.

"No, she didn't tell me there would be such a situation."

"What should we do now?"

Lucius looked at Sanita lying peacefully in the water and felt so lost for the first time.

【Stupid Lu Ge! 】

[If you go up and kiss her directly, she won’t be able to bear it.]

【In fairy tales, isn't it always the prince's kiss that wakes the sleeping princess? 】

Damn, system, you are a genius!

To be honest, Brother Lu is indeed a prince.

Why does your tone sound a little bad?

Yes, it seems like he is jealous.

Forget it, let's try it out.

Since Sanita wanted me to witness this scene, she must have her reasons.

Anyway, she won't tell herself that she is strong after she wakes up.

Wow, you've actually been looking forward to this, right?

Lucius took a deep breath and carefully lifted Sanita out of the water. The woman's light body slid down with water droplets.

Lu Ge is coming in~

He slowly leaned over and gently kissed Sanita's lips.

The moment his lips touched Sanita's, the entire lake of his heart suddenly shone brightly.

The moonlight poured down like a flowing Milky Way, and beams of light surged from the water surface, reaching straight into the sky.

The surrounding light spots turned into countless colorful butterflies, dancing around the two of them.

Sanita's face was also undergoing subtle changes. Although her outline remained the same, she became even more beautiful.

At the same time, changes were quietly taking place within the vision of the Spirit Eyes.

「Sanita Vilyati Lv.43」

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「Octavia Basileus Lv.43」

Lucius:? ? ?

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PS: This is a long chapter with nearly 1 words. It really took me a lot of effort.

Also, starting from tomorrow I will be updating in 4K again, because I am going out to play on May Day, and I need to save some drafts to maintain normal updates.

78-Memories of the Princess (6K)

Sanita stood in the corridor of memory, and the memories of the past flashed back before her eyes one after another.

She saw herself seven years ago, wearing an exquisite court dress, her flaxen hair inherited from her mother sparkling in the sun.

Who was she then?

It was Octavia Basileus, the first princess of the Grarea Empire, the only daughter of Emperor Coccus and Queen Helena, and the brightest jewel in the imperial crown.

Her life was as beautiful as a fairy tale. Every corner of the palace was her playground. The most exquisite toys, the most delicious snacks, and the most gorgeous clothes all belonged to her.

On summer afternoons, she often wore a little dress decorated with lace and pearls and played with her maids in the palace garden.

Her mother would comb her long, smooth hair with her own hands and decorate it with jeweled hair accessories.

After handling state affairs, her father would take time out to accompany her to feed the fish by the lake, gently patting her little head with his broad hands and promising to show her a wider world in the future.

In addition, Octavia also has a perfect brother - Prince Caligula, who is five years older than her and the future heir to the empire.

Caligula was smart, brave, and kind, and was recognized as a favored child throughout the empire.

He would always take time out from his studies to play with his sister, teaching her how to read, ride a horse, and even some simple magic.

In Octavia's eyes, her eldest brother is the best brother in the world.

Her twin brother Tiberius, although born a few minutes later than her, had a personality completely different from her gentle and well-behaved one.

Tiberius was lively, active and very naughty, but fortunately he listened to his sister very much.

Sometimes, even when Octavia got into trouble, this silly brother would bear the consequences for her because of the stereotypes in the eyes of their parents, but he never expressed his dissatisfaction with it.