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"Why would I lie to you? I saw it with my own eyes, it's absolutely true!" Kevin nodded affirmatively.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" The faded man shook his head like a rattle.

Doesn't he know what kind of person Xiling is?

You say he's handsome? Fine, he admits it. That face can definitely fool young girls.

You say he makes you feel safe, fine, he agrees, just standing there makes you feel at ease.

But you're saying Xiling is being harassed by a woman?! What a joke!

The Faded One spoke with absolute certainty, then gave Kevin a knowing look: "In your world's terms, it's that abstract guy! Can his abstract nature be hidden? Any girl with a brain could see through his true nature after two days of contact. And you're still clinging to him? Is that a sure thing?!"

You say Xiling is being entangled with a woman! The Faded One absolutely refuses to believe this.

"Yeah! You're absolutely right, that's what I thought too!" Kevin seemed to have found a kindred spirit, his voice rising as he became completely absorbed in the excitement of sharing this earth-shattering gossip. "But it just happened! Isn't that weird?"

The two talked loudly as if they were plotting something.

However, what they didn't notice was that the clanging noise from the construction site had strangely fallen silent at some point.

The group of mages from the Reyallucalia Academy and the soldiers from the nearby royal city of Rodel couldn't help but feel a chill for them.

Because standing behind them was a white-haired man holding a sword, who slowly adopted a charging stance.

Kevin felt a sudden silence around him, and a chill rose from his back. The Faded One felt the same way. The two of them looked up and observed their surroundings. Then they saw Xiling behind them, in a perfect, ready-to-charge knight stance!

The three of them locked eyes.

Kevin and the Faded One looked at Xiling's kind smile.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Xiling's smile instantly twisted: "I'll stab you to death! I'll stab you to death! I'll stab you to death! I'll stab you to death!! You two, stand there and don't move!!! Who are you calling an abstract man?!"

In the royal city of Rodel, three figures swiftly crossed the street.

"Holy crap! Holy crap! When did he get here?" Kevin shouted in terror.

"How was I supposed to know? It's all your fault!" The Faded One, with the body of a mage, ran at a speed no less than Kevin's.

"Don't run away if you dare!!! Explain yourself clearly!! Who is the abstract man? Huh!"

Xiling's figure followed relentlessly like a leech, and with his holy sword in hand, he was determined to give that guy who was talking behind his back a good thrashing today!

Kevin felt his luck was running out today; he'd actually been caught.

The faded man felt very unlucky today; Kevin had ruined his life.

So not long after, the two of them, through the physical healing of the Holy Sword, got back on the right track and swore to Xiling that they would never speak ill of him again.

On the wide main road, people of all ethnic groups are still working hard, moving and building, adding bricks and tiles for the upcoming celebration.

Only the three strolling leisurely in the middle had a slightly strange atmosphere—Xiling looked calm and composed, as if she had just done a beneficial exercise, while Kevin and the Faded One on the left and right had bitter expressions, each step pulling at some tormented part of their body, their gait filled with indescribable pain.

"Hiss..." The faded one gasped, trying to maintain his composure as he walked, but his gossipy nature ultimately overcame the physical pain in his buttocks. "Seriously, is someone really bothering you?"

Upon hearing what the Faded One said, Shirin immediately looked at Kevin, who guiltily turned his head away, almost whistling.

After glaring at Kevin, Xiling sighed, her tone filled with despair: "I'm definitely being harassed."

The eyes of the faded one were first stunned, then surprised, and finally ignited with a gossipy spirit.

Xiling knew what this guy was thinking without even thinking. He waved his hand helplessly, nipping the melodramatic plot in the fading man's mind in the bud: "Stop! It's not the same thing as those pink bubbles in your head at all!"

Xiling has indeed been harassed these past two days, but she doesn't want this kind of harassment at all!

Just then, a clear, calm voice, seemingly devoid of any emotion, rang out:

"King of Silver"

The owner of that voice had been standing quietly by the roadside at some point.

She was dressed in a pristine white robe, and quietly reading a book in her hand, a stark contrast to the bustling construction site around her.

She is none other than Platton Sanks.

“Today’s administrative reviews are not yet complete,” Platton Sanx said in a flat tone.

"And you... your rest time is about to run out."

Xiling's shoulders slumped visibly. He turned around slowly with a pained expression, his eyes seeming to say, "Can I slack off a little longer?"

Unfortunately, Platon Sanks' gaze remained fixed on the pages of the book; she didn't even look up, but calmly added again:

"As a king, you cannot be complacent. Even if you call yourself a regent, you... you still bear the weight of the crown. Please fulfill your duties immediately."

So Xiling doesn't want this kind of entanglement at all!

"I know, I know." Xiling hung her head resignedly, as if all her strength had been drained, and dragged her heavy steps toward the royal palace.

She had only taken two steps when Xiling seemed to remember something. She suddenly stopped, turned her head, and her gaze fell on the faded one.

“Ah Tui, you and she, come to the Throne of Elden together.”

After saying this, Xiling turned her head again and walked into the distance.

Platon Sanx finally closed the book in his hands and silently followed Xiling.

The faded one took a deep breath.

The deal is finally about to be completed.

Kevin nodded to the faded one.

"Well, I have something to do, so I'll go take care of it now."

The faded one naturally told everyone in the chat group about it.

So Kevin knew who Xiling was talking about.

The Faded One steadied himself and limped after Xiling and Platon Sanks.

......

Da da da…

Only two clear footsteps echoed within the empty throne staircase. Xiling walked ahead, while the Faded One lagged a few steps behind. Xiling had just asked Platonssanks to go to the workshop first, while he had some things to take care of here.

Platon Sanx naturally had no objections.

All she had to do was remind Xiling, not force her.

The staircase leading to the Elden Throne was long. Xiling and the Faded One were unusually silent, their usual banter absent, only the sound of their footsteps overlapping and amplifying in the quiet space.

However, in this moment of tranquility—

Hey.

A very faint, yet distinct, footstep sound appeared out of nowhere at the bottom of the steps behind the faded one.

The faded figure paused slightly, but did not turn around.

Xiling continued to climb steadily, seemingly oblivious to everything.

The new footsteps, light and steady, blended into the rhythm of their steps like a ghost.

A figure appeared silently, as if it had solidified from the swaying light and shadow or the thin air.

She wore a simple, worn-out travel cloak, the hood covering most of her face, revealing only her beautifully shaped, slightly pale jawline.

Beneath the cloak, the hem of her skirt peeked out with each step she took, and she walked silently behind the two men, as silent as a shadow.

The three of them, one in front, one in the middle, and one at the back, climbed step by step up the long staircase leading to the throne of Elden.

Until the top of the stairs, the platform bathed in silver trees—the Elden Throne—gradually came into view.

After crossing the gate and reaching the middle, Xiling finally stopped. She didn't turn around immediately, but instead faced away from the stairs, gazing at the silver tree above.

Just then, the sound of synchronized footsteps behind them stopped.

All sound disappeared.

Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

The throne fell silent.

Only the silver tree's radiance silently falls, casting tranquil, flowing silver spots on the ground and pillars.

Just then, a gust of wind, seemingly out of nowhere, swept up countless tiny, shimmering points of light, like silver fireflies dancing lightly around the Elden Throne.

In this sacred dance of shimmering light, a soft footstep broke the silence.

The figure at the very back—the one wrapped in a simple cloak—passed over the faded one and walked a few steps behind Xiling.

Melina stopped in her tracks.

She raised her head, her gaze piercing through the swirling light shards beneath her hood, fixed intently on the silvery figure before her, bathed in silvery radiance—the Silver King who had ended the chaos of the Golden Age and brought forth the Silver Order.

Melina bowed slightly, offering a respectful and ancient gesture to the Silver King's retreating figure.

A clear, cool voice rang out distinctly in this tranquil space:

"I pay my respects to you, Silver King."

As Melina's voice rang out, time seemed to begin flowing anew on the Elden Throne.

Xiling turned around and looked at Melina.

"Nice to meet you, Melina. The Faded One has already told me about your situation, so..."

Xiling smiled and looked directly into Melina's eyes. "Have you made your decision?"

Melina did not answer immediately.

She raised her head slightly, her gaze passing over Xiling and landing on the towering silver tree that seemed to reach into the clouds.

Pure, purified, orderly, majestic... The aura of the Silver Tree permeates every inch of this space, and also permeates her soul.

The frenzy originating from the Golden Tree era, the unease scorched by the invisible fire, and the immense confusion arising from the mission were all miraculously soothed, settled, and even brought to peace in this silvery radiance, like a thin mist under the blazing sun.

Melina had thought that standing here, facing this final choice—to burn the tree or… to give up—would plunge her into an unprecedented struggle and pain.

However, it did not.

The heart-wrenching, internal struggle that I had imagined did not occur.

The moment Melina stepped into the royal city of Rodel, the unprecedented sight quietly added a decisive weight to the scales in her heart.

In the royal city of Rodel, all sorts of races carried out their own work, without the whipping overseers or the drive of fear.

Each person's face carried a focus, even... a sense of satisfaction; they were wholeheartedly dedicating their efforts to the coming tomorrow.

This heartfelt vision of striving for a shared future challenged the boundaries of Melina's understanding.

She didn't know if the golden ages of the past had been so harmonious, nor did she know what other eras would have been like.

But this unprecedented scene before her was deeply imprinted on her soul, and ultimately coalesced into a clear thought:

This might be... the best of times—the Silver Age.

But it is full of hope, full of possibilities, and full of the vitality of life.

Facing Xiling's smiling gaze and the eyes of the person behind her, Melina spoke softly, "I once felt endless confusion because I lost my goal, and I also had sleepless nights because of life-or-death choices. Now, everything that once troubled me, that heavy mission called the Tree Burner, can no longer trouble me."

"However, I am faced with another problem, and I implore you to answer a question that perplexes me?"

"you say"

Melina's question was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake: "If you lose the goal you firmly believe in, and completely deny the values ​​that once sustained your existence... then how will you go on with your life?"

Melina looked at Xiling, hoping to get an answer from her.

Faced with Melina's question, Xiling... hadn't really thought about it carefully! He subconsciously stroked his chin in thought.

However, this contemplation did not last long. Xiling seemed to have figured it out, and a slightly embarrassed smile appeared on her face.

Under Melina's gaze, Xiling spoke up somewhat shyly.

"Hmm... I guess it's just slacking off."

"Sigh," Melina was completely stunned. She even instinctively let out a short gasp, completely losing her usual aloofness.

"Playing it off...?" This Silver King, who rebuilt order and was revered by countless people, actually gave the answer of...playing it off?!