Ark, they don't revolve around you

When the other party doubts you, you finally have some ideas.

After stripping the crown from Amiya, the next one will be Rutland to avoid any more trouble.

Before that, I have to find Shining...or should I call her Kwisashina?

If her brother, father, and ancestor, Quesatashtu, had planned this, it must have something to do with The Shining.

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It was a mobile cage built in the Victorian border region.

The iron cage was filled with a majestic atmosphere. Most of those exiled here had committed heinous crimes, and Tracy was considered a special one among them.

Light was streaming out from the tiny skylight. The man rolled up the newspaper, raised his head and looked at the person who was coming.

Newspapers are the most human side of prison, allowing people to understand the outside world.

Tresis was not surprised by the arrival: "You shouldn't be here, Quesatusta."

"After all, I have to come to see you, Your Highness." The Pardoner bowed.

As someone who had been with Teresis for a long time, he still showed respect to the exiled king.

"I am no longer the Regent."

"Those lowly thieves stole your crown and placed it on a puppet's head."

Tracy laughed and said, "Do you think my sister is a puppet?"

"All demon kings are puppets of the crown."

"Pardoner, over the past thousand years you have never pledged allegiance to the Demon King, you have only coveted the crown."

"We were so close to controlling the crown, but failed miserably." The Pardoner's tone was calm. "Your Highness, I can rescue you if you are willing."

"With your prestige, you can definitely gather those who support you again, and then we will be able to fight."

Tresis was silent for a while. "Absolver, you are still the same as before. But I have done my best for my country. Although it is not the best, at least it will not lead to destruction."

“Is it enough that it won’t be destroyed? Many royal courts have fallen apart, and the Kazdel you saw did not stand on the earth after all.” The Pardoner’s expression was troubled.

"The great cause we longed for has failed and there is no soil for it. Now that Kazdel can use the possibility of recuperation, I am satisfied." Tresis whispered, "Besides, I am used to the days in this prison. Quesatusta, you shouldn't come to me."

The Pardoner did not hide the disappointment in his eyes: "You have changed, sir."

"Nothing has changed. I'm just... tired." Tracys said calmly, "One day, I will die, and my grave will be filled with garbage, but the wind of history will sweep away the garbage."

"Even though you clearly have the ability to rewrite history?" the Pardoner asked.

"Yes, I do not desire the crown."

The pardon master sighed and said, "Then please allow me to leave, Your Highness."

"Call me Tracy. If we can meet again someday, maybe we can have a good drink together."

"Yes." The Pardoner nodded, but did not look back. "Then you will be freed from the cage."

He left as if he had entered an empty place. From beginning to end, the prison was dead silent.

The grass was green, the sun was shining, and the man who looked like the warden turned his head strangely: "What does that prince think?"

"Shaper, don't talk to me like that." The Absolver's tone was accusatory.

"How cold."

The warden sighed, but his appearance changed. His bones crackled and he transformed into a strange appearance. "If I hadn't become like this, it wouldn't have been so easy for you to sneak in."

The pardoner held the sword and asked softly, "Where are the dead souls?"

"Who knows? Maybe they want to torture these Victorians in their dreams." The shapeshifter didn't care.

The pardoner looked at the clear sky and said, "Your Highness rejected my proposal, but what does it mean to be satisfied with Columbia and Yan's charity?"

He sneered, "We never forgive the sins of foreigners."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sinister curse came from somewhere.

"Yes, we will never forgive the sins of foreigners. We will kill them and not let them live on!"

"Dead soul, I heard it." The Pardoner stroked the sword that looked like a dead branch, and said with emotion, "We were so close to victory, but it was all destroyed by the man named Zhuang Ning."

"He is the greatest villain, but he is just an alien after all." The Absolver smiled, "And I have cracked the secret of the crown. When I have that crown, I can control all the Sarkaz."

"Then we will conquer, from Yan to Columbia, every corner will fall into my hands!"

"What's a doctor to you?!" Quesatusta drew out his sword, and the halo of dawn and dusk flowed in the sword, gradually infecting the entire sky.

"Let's go back to Kazdel and meet my sister."

"This time, we will bring conquest."

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Shining occasionally thinks back to a year and a half ago, especially the day when the storm was howling.

There were thunder and lightning, heavy rain, and the whole hill was dead silent. A heavy sense of uneasiness permeated the battlefield.

In the wilderness of Londinium, large groups of royal soldiers can be seen from afar, all wearing bright white armor.

"There is no way to reconcile at this point." In the camp, Zhuang Ning looked at the sand table and put the flag on his position. "In the end, we still had to face Manfred head-on."

Manfred was Theresa's favorite general and had a great reputation. During the Ten Years' War, he was a troublesome opponent for Theresa.

Now he personally led the troops to encircle and suppress the enemy, but he was afraid of Zhuang Ning himself, so he did not choose to attack by force, but instead used a siege method.

It seemed like a desperate situation, but Zhuang Ning didn't seem to be affected. He even wanted to turn on the radio. Unfortunately, the signal was blocked and he couldn't receive anything.

There was dead silence in the camp.

Unlike the enemy's elite soldiers, this team is full of misfits, wounded soldiers, thugs, deserters, Victorians, Kazdelians, Vaifans, Sarkaz...

The composition is so complex, the races are so numerous, and the order is so chaotic that even if you invite the Emperor of Corsica from Gaul to perform, he would probably die on the spot.

On one side were the elite troops who were well-rested and well-equipped, while on the other side were the miscellaneous soldiers with low morale and out of ammunition and food.

Shining could truly feel this despair, and she wondered how to ensure Zhuang Ning's safety.

The Doctor stroked the smooth chess piece with his hand: "You also think I have no chance of winning, Shining?"

Shining was silent for a moment, then nodded quietly.

At that time, she and Zhuang Ning were not very familiar with each other, but she had heard of the doctor's reputation from other people.

From the perspective of The Shining, Zhuang Ning did a great job. He remained calm in the face of danger and showed the demeanor of a great general.

In this situation, if Zhuang Ning's mentality collapsed, the camp, which already had low morale, would inevitably change. His pretending to be relaxed attitude was impeccable.

But bluffing is just bluffing after all. With the disparity in strength reaching this point, there is no room for recovery.

If she had followed Dr. Kal'tsit's instructions, Shining should have secretly taken Zhuang Ning and Kairun away quietly under the cover of night, leaving all the Rhodes Island operators behind.

But Shining was still soft-hearted and didn't have the heart to bring this up. She was a doctor and couldn't just stand by and watch someone die.

Zhuang Ning smiled but said nothing and remained silent.

After a moment, Scout stepped into the curtain and whispered, "Doctor, Manfred is ready to attack."

"Xiaoman is trying to see how strong we are." Zhuang whistled.

"Yes."

"Are you scared, scout?"

"Not afraid."

"But I'm a little scared." Zhuang Ning sighed.

Shining saw that the serious Scout actually smiled: "How could that be? That's your enemy, and your enemy's only fate is to be crushed."

"Yes, the enemy is like a bug. But even if people can step on the bug to death, they will still be afraid of the appearance of the bug."

Shining was surprised by this conversation. It was obvious that they were outnumbered and in a desperate situation that seemed like an impenetrable wall. However, there was no hesitation in Scout's tone.

He was certain of victory only because of Zhuang Ning's promise.

"Shining, you think I will lose." Zhuang Ning chuckled, "But I said I will win, and I want to bet most of it on you - trust is a precious thing, and I am willing to give it to you."

Thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down like a raging wave. Zhuang Ning spread his hands and whispered, "So you should believe me, too."

The trumpet sounded, and amid the majestic sound, the strong wind blew up the curtains.

The firelight flickered, shining on Zhuang Ning's face. His clothes rustled in the wind, and he took a light step forward.

The scout followed behind him and entrusted his life to Zhuang Ning.

Shining didn't know why he trusted Zhuang Ning so much. She only remembered the strange feeling in her heart at that time, the battle flag erected on the hill the next day, and the smell of gunpowder drifting in the wind.

Shining, who was naturally opposed to war, actually felt a little proud when he saw the soldiers raising their weapons.

The dark clouds in the gloomy sky dissipated, and the enemies surged forward like clouds.

Zhuang Ning fulfilled his promise and handed over the guarding to Shining, whom he was not familiar with, exposing himself in the most conspicuous position.

In the evening, small calamity clouds gathered silently, and a huge rain of Originium fell and smashed into the enemy's camp.

This unexpected scene frightened the enemy and gave everyone hope.

Zhuang Ning immediately put on his windbreaker. This small natural disaster was unpredictable by the enemy, but it was under his control.

"It's time to fight back, Shining. I said I would give you my trust the first time."

That was the first time The Shining understood why the Doctor was the Doctor.

A magnanimous demeanor, a rational plan, an extraordinary brain, and... a well-deserved victory!

At the end of the war, the frail Doctor, in order to lead by example, rushed into the battlefield with The Shining, raised the battle flag himself, and entrusted his fate to The Shining.

He asked Shining to let go, and the pardoner drew his sword, wielding a light that cut through the morning and evening!

It’s been so long…

I never thought that I had such an exciting past.

After returning with a great victory, the Doctor, who was in control of the overall situation, passed the flag to Shining, just like passing a torch. Even as calm as she was, her heart was filled with ripples.

But that was all in the past… Shining came back to his senses from his trance.

She thought back to the past, when the Doctor still saw Rhodes Island as hope. At that time, she also thought that she would never leave him and that he would always be with her.

But fate leads everything to different paths.

After the war, Shining had the ability to be promoted to a higher position, but she refused and chose to retire with Liz, occasionally paying attention to Rhodes Island's whereabouts.

A year ago, she went to Longmen to see the doctor, and as expected, she only saw defensiveness in the other party's eyes.

Finally, Shining returned to Kazdel in dejection and returned to his own clinic, just like an ordinary doctor.

Here, no one knew her identity as a pardoner, but when the night was quiet, she would occasionally recall the past and feel sad.

Since the doctor didn't want to see her, she didn't dare to see the doctor.

Time will fade these relationships, and one day, everything will be fine...

Shining thought so, but when she saw the man mixed in with the guests at the entrance of the clinic, she was stunned.

The man was playing with the terminal boringly. He looked up when he heard the sound and walked towards Shining with a bright face.

The old Sarkaz man next to him opened his mouth in surprise, looking as if he was dying.

He did not recognize Zhuang Ning's identity. The doctor's image outside has always been the masked evil spirit of the Tower of Babel.

Once he took off the hood and put on regular clothes, Zhuang Ning looked like a normal person, with only his racial characteristics unrecognizable.

And this old Sarkaz man was just chatting with the doctor, speculating about the power behind the clinic owner.

He argued that the owner of the clinic was not someone to be trifled with. Previously, several family members had been making trouble by relying on the fact that they had participated in the war. These soldiers had bad tempers. Some people had advised Shining to leave, but she did not listen.

As a result, the next day, the perpetrators knelt in front of the clinic and reviewed their mistakes with tears in their eyes.

"Anyway, young man," the old man Sarkaz finally concluded arbitrarily, "the girl in this clinic is a good person, as long as you follow the rules, you'll be fine."

Zhuang Ning said he understood, and then he didn't listen, but directly interrupted: "Doctor Shining, can you treat me?"

This is a provocation. Some people have joking expressions. Everyone present knows that the Shining is not a weak person, and perhaps there will be another good show.