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Chapter Sixty-Five: Dance Under the Moon

"Ouch...it hurts!" Xiling rubbed her shoulder, wincing and hissing as she stepped onto the stairs leading to the Elden Throne, each step causing a sharp, throbbing pain in her shoulder.

"Damn it, it actually bit me! It has no martial ethics. Even dragons don't need to have martial ethics, do they?" He walked up the steps of the Elden Throne.

The previous great escape ended in a disastrous failure.

He was pounced on by the dragon, knocked to the ground, and bitten hard.

After completing its task of proving its crimes, the dragon transformed into lightning and vanished into the night sky, leaving its victims bewildered in the wind.

Step onto the last step.

A figure on the throne of Elden came into Xiling's view.

Seeing Xiling walk up to him, rubbing her shoulders with a slightly awkward expression, Remy's lips curved into a smile.

Xiling naturally raised her uninjured arm and waved at her, "Yo, An! I'm back from hell!"

Remien's smile deepened. "Welcome back," she said, her voice as gentle as ever.

The chase that just now, with its thunderous roar and someone's piercing screams echoing throughout half the royal city, was something that almost everyone, except for the deaf, could not have missed.

Sitting on her throne, she had a full view of the chase.

Xiling walked over to Remian and plopped down in the chair the other had prepared, letting out a comfortable sigh, then wincing as she aggravated her shoulder injury.

Remy poured Xiling a cup of black tea.

"Here," Remianne handed the tea to Xiling.

"Thank you~" Xiling didn't stand on ceremony and took a sip.

Remien watched as Xiling finished his tea in one gulp, smiled gently, picked up the teapot, and slowly refilled his cup. "Things here will be completely finished by tomorrow."

"Yes, it'll be done tomorrow!" Xiling leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Ah...it's only been a few days, but it feels like a long time has passed?"

Remian's gaze shifted from her teacup to the deep, glittering starry sky above her:

"Yes, it feels like an eternity, even though it's only been a few days..."

Xiling turned her head, resting one hand on the armrest of the chair, and looked at Remian with a slightly probing and teasing gaze. "So sitting quietly in one place is torture for you, huh? You actually said something like that."

As the vessel of the Elden Ring and the newly born controller of the Silver Law, Remian became the convergence point of countless torrents of faith the moment the Golden Tree transformed into the Silver Tree.

In this state, Remian and Xiling dared not let each other act outside. Even now, Remian is still accepting all sorts of new believers.

The other person's calm demeanor at this moment is simply because they are used to it.

Upon hearing this, Remianne merely smiled slightly, without answering Xiling's question.

Xiling also looked away and lay back in her chair, gazing at the stars overhead.

A cool night breeze swept across the platform, gently ruffling the hair and hems of their clothes.

After a brief silence, Xiling's voice rang out again: "How do you feel? Did you gain anything? Did you find the answer you were looking for?"

Remi'an nodded, but then shook her head.

She looked at her hands.

Those were slender, fair hands, even more delicate than her own hands had ever been. And yet, these beautiful hands possessed a power that could shake heaven and earth—simply because they were connected to the Elden Ring within her body, which represented the core of order.

Don't forget why Remian originally wanted to be the vessel for the Elden Ring.

She wanted to try to protect the diverse and culturally rich creatures on the borderlands.

There are also demi-humans, hybrids, humans, mountain demons... and even dragons here.

They have different histories, different customs, and even ties of cooperation and trade, as well as deep-seated hatred and estrangement, just like in Terra.

However, after actually sitting in this position and becoming the core of the Silver Law, Remian felt something far more complex than she had imagined.

She sensed people's almost instinctive, devout, and fervent faith in the law.

Every believer's prayer, every call to the Law of the Silver, flowed into her perception like a gentle stream.

She also witnessed firsthand that, under the illumination and constraints of the Silver Law, those races that had once been constantly at odds and even hated each other truly displayed an unprecedented picture of peace.

Remien knew exactly what the foundation of this peace was.

It is despair—the devastation left by the shattered war makes living beings instinctively crave order, even if that order is a shackle.

It is faith—the silver law that bestowed grace upon them, and unwavering devotion.

And most importantly...

Remien looked at Xiling, her strength enough to subdue all.

The power to subdue those in power who stand above the masses.

A sense of despair, universal faith, and the power to suppress everything—these three are indispensable. Without these conditions, the scene we see today cannot be reproduced.

Remi'an sighed with relief, and a smile returned to her face.

This path seemed to be blocked; she had not found an answer to transplant the peace under the Silver Law to Terra.

Terra has never experienced such a thorough, total despair that would make all races set aside all prejudices.

The laws of Lateran might offer protection, but to forge a unified faith that has the same absolute binding force and appeal to all races is almost a pipe dream.

Even with overwhelming power, it can only force people to bow their heads. Resentment, humiliation, and anger will churn within people's hearts like falling rocks, eventually erupting completely one day.

Disappointed? A little. But Remian was not discouraged.

Although this experience of becoming a vessel for the law did not provide a ready-made solution, she gained something—a more brutal understanding of the nature of order and insights into the conditions necessary to achieve peace.

Remien slowly raised her hand, her fingers reaching towards the night sky, as if to grasp the cold and unattainable moon.

strength!

The desire to gain power burned brighter in her heart than ever before.

Yes… power!

Without power, everything is but a mirage. The precious things we yearn to protect will be reduced to dust under the crushing weight of brute force.

The helping hand that is meant to be extended will fall futilely due to one's own powerlessness.

Those who seek shelter under your wings will be exposed to danger when the storm comes because of your vulnerability.

Language...communication certainly has the power to move people and build consensus.

It can ignite hope, convey goodwill, and weave dreams.

But how fragile language is in the face of hatred and self-interest, and in the face of those powerful forces that only believe in the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak!

It may be misinterpreted, ignored, taken as a cowardly groan, or even brutally interrupted at the negotiating table by swords.

Only power can uphold ideals, safeguard bottom lines, ensure that voices are truly heard, and guarantee that rules are enforced!

Absolute, powerful, and undeniable power! Only when she possesses the power to make all voices hold their breath and all hostility yield will those who once sneered at her, disdained her ideals, and coveted what she protects, quietly and truly listen to her.

It wasn't out of politeness, but out of awe and fear of the consequences.

idea?

Andorn's lofty ideals are certainly moving, but ideals alone cannot break through the iron walls of reality and find a way out.

faith?

The laws of Lateran may offer a sanctuary for all.

But even under the lighthouse, shadows continue to grow.

Light itself cannot eliminate the existence of darkness.

Safeguarding ideals requires more than just legal provisions; it requires the power to uphold the law and dispel the shadows!

As Xiling watched her withdraw her hand from the moon, he felt that something he didn't know had happened to Remien during that brief moment of silence.

"What's wrong? I have a feeling that you've had an epiphany, An?" Xiling tilted her head.

Remien's lips curled up, her smile filled with relief. "In your words, I've achieved enlightenment in Longchang."

"Hehe, what have you realized? Tell me."

Remian held up one finger, a mischievous glint in her eye, and made a shushing gesture: "It's a lady's secret~"

"Lady's secret~" Xiling imitated Remian's tone and movements, and even deliberately twisted her waist. The next second, she met Remian's death stare, which was both smiling and not smiling.

With a strong survival instinct, Xiling instantly switched to a serious face: "Well, tonight we're going to remove the Elden Ring from your body. Are you ready?"

Remi'an nodded.

This was something that had been agreed upon long ago, and things are about to come to an end. The day when the Elden Ring is truly restored is approaching.

When the Elden Ring is removed, Remian's power will also disappear, but she will not feel regret or yearn for something that never truly belonged to her.

The cool moonlight poured down on the throne like mercury, casting a hazy glow over Remian.

Remian suddenly stood up and gracefully extended her hand to Xiling. "I wonder if, after the Elden Ring is removed from my body, I'll need a wheelchair for a while, like before..."

Remien chuckled and said, "Could you please dance with me now? Consider it... a farewell ceremony?"

"Huh?" Xiling pointed at herself, looking completely bewildered.

Dancing? Him?

When did he learn this skill?

Xiling immediately waved her hand.

"I can't dance, and even if the Elden Ring is removed and your body reverts to its former state, I should still be able to try to heal your body."

"Don't be such a spoilsport~" Remian's smile deepened. She completely ignored Xiling's protests, walked straight forward, grabbed Xiling's hand that was still waving wildly in the air, and forcibly pulled Xiling, whose face was full of resistance, up from the chair.

"Let's go!" Remian practically dragged Xiling to the center of the Elden Throne.

"An, I really can't jump," Xiling was still making a last-ditch effort.

"It's nothing," Remi'an said with a mischievous smile, turning to face Xiling.

"Just follow my pace, don't worry, I'll guide you well."

"Why are you suddenly in such a high mood?" Xiling muttered, then stopped resisting.

“We should have agreed on this beforehand,” Xiling emphasized, still somewhat uneasy, her eyes glancing at her feet.

"Don't blame me if I step on your foot later! I promise it wasn't intentional!"

"Don't worry," Remian's smile grew even brighter.

"I'll retaliate even more fiercely." She slightly tiptoed, as if she were about to fulfill her promise.

"Then I won't jump!" Xiling immediately pretended to pull her hand back.

"No!" Remian gripped his wrist tightly.

Xiling rolled her eyes.

"So how exactly do you jump?"

Remian took Xiling's hand and placed it on her waist, but looking at Xiling's hand on her waist, Remian did not feel any touch.

Remien looked down at her waist, where a sliver of silver prevented their contact.

Remy chuckled softly as she watched this scene.

"Is it really necessary to be so gentlemanly?"

Almost at the same instant her words fell—

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