Huh? Are they all real?...

It wasn't Rose Lorian's voice, nor was it a voice she was familiar with; it was just that the voice was completely unfamiliar.

But I felt strangely familiar with it and comfortable with it.

It's as if you and the other person have been living together for a very, very long time.

Slightly confused, Moen opened his eyes and saw a lady hidden deep within the curtains.

And from this perspective...

Did I fall asleep on her lap?

Knee pillow? !

"How was it? Even though it was just a dream, the feeling was real!"

Is this a dream?!

The woman's voice made Moen even more puzzled.

He tried to get up from the woman's lap, but her hand held him down.

It wasn't a big deal; it was just a gesture of dissuasion.

Surprisingly, Moen stopped just like that.

Because Moen had already recognized who she was.

"Yuktrashir?"

"You recognized me, Your Majesty."

After saying this with a smile, her true face, which had been hidden behind the curtain, was revealed to Moen.

They were still separated by a curtain, but the curtain no longer had any effect at this moment.

She was undoubtedly a beauty, and at the same time, Moen felt an unprecedented kindness and tolerance from her.

She possesses a very maternal tenderness.

This is a quality that only the sacred tree possesses.

She embraced the malice of the world and forgave the blasphemous dragon that cursed the rivers of the world with its own pus and venom.

Many people therefore believe that the Sacred Tree is the cornerstone of the original creation of the world, and there are even many zealots from outside the elves who firmly claim that the Sacred Tree is actually the primordial half.

However, this was indeed the first time Moen had ever seen such a face.

Even so, Moen still recognized her.

So after a brief moment of surprise, Moen, still lying on her lap, looked at her face and smiled:

How could I not recognize you?

A simple sentence, yet it made Yggdrasil blush slightly.

"Your words still so easily win people's hearts, Your Majesty."

“I’m just telling the truth, Yggdrasil.”

The more this was the case, the more pronounced the blush on the sacred tree's face became.

"Your Majesty, you should know how much trouble you've caused because of your mouth!"

Hearing this, Moen smiled sheepishly.

“I asked Trapolis, and he said he hadn’t found anything special either, so what about you? Have you found anything?”

"And, how do you think this matter will ultimately develop?"

Because this was an unprecedented event, Moen still planned to discuss it with the Sacred Tree.

He felt that this might be the only goddess who could stand firmly behind him at present.

The other goddesses are all very reliable, but on this particular matter, Moen cannot trust them.

After thinking about this, Moen asked Yggdrasil another question:

"Why would you be so tolerant of another goddess choosing me as your king?"

Trapolis's words also echoed in Moen's mind.

And the sacred tree, still offering Moen its thigh as a lap pillow, simply looked at him and said:

"Perhaps it's simply because my love for you isn't for us as a couple."

After saying that, she looked into the distance and said:

"Perhaps it's because I personally chose Rose Lorian to give to you."

Chapter 190 The Shadowy Curtain Hidden Behind the Mirror

In a distant time, the sacred tree personally selected Roslorian, a mirror elf, from among many elves and gave her to its king as his deputy and secretary.

At the same time, she was also the wife chosen by the sacred tree for the king.

She knew very well that what she had with her king was not love.

They are more like like-minded close friends.

Of course, if he wanted, she could also position herself as a wife.

It was quite obvious, however, that her king did not mean it that way.

She was not disappointed, because he was already her king.

Regardless of their relationship, gods and kings are undoubtedly the closest of friends.

Therefore, based on this, Yggdrasil personally selected Roslorian from among countless elves.

She was excellent, devout, and most importantly, the sacred tree knew of her love.

And a precautionary measure.

From the first moment the tree saw her, or rather, from the moment she was born, the sacred tree knew that this child was qualified to become a god!

To this day, she has proven that the sacred tree was not mistaken.

She completed the twelve trials and became the Shadow Sun, taking the place of the King and shouldering the responsibilities of the entire Elf race.

If something unpredictable happens.

So perhaps this child can take her place and stay by her king's side.

However, the future ultimately exceeded her expectations.

Wang left, and the chosen child grew into a new goddess through her own efforts.

She was not the original, and ultimately could not control everything.

In response to the sacred tree's reply, Moen, who was lying quietly on her lap, said:

"That's it."

"Yes, that's it."

The voice of the sacred tree echoed softly in Moen's ears, and at the same time, her hand unconsciously touched Moen's face.

"So what do you think she will do?"

"And have you discovered anything yet?"

To this question, the sacred tree simply lowered its head, looked at him, and smiled:

"Don't worry, no matter what happens in the end, someone will be by your side. This time, you won't be taken away!"

Moen said helplessly:

"That's not what I asked."

"I know what you want to ask, but I don't know either."

"I don't know what that child is thinking, what she will do, or even if she has already done anything."

The sacred tree's hand stopped stroking Moen's cheek and instead quietly rested beside his ear.

Yggdrasil looked at Moen intently and said:

"But there is one thing I want you to remember, and that is no matter what happens."

"Please, please don't blame that child."

"Because it's all because she loves you, and because there has to be someone qualified enough to be by your side."

"You still have very, very important things to do, don't you?"

After a brief silence, Moen spoke to Yggdrasil:

"This might hurt you, and it will definitely hurt me too, because I'm the one who caused all of this!"

Before Moen could continue speaking...

Yggdrasil placed his hand on his mouth to stop him from continuing.

"This isn't because of you, it's because of me. I was the one who chose that child and gave him to you!"

After saying this, the sacred tree, with regret and boundless love, addressed its king:

"And this time, you really should wake up."

"But please remember, never blame anyone because of me, especially yourself!"

To prevent his beloved king from saying anything.

Also, to say goodbye.

Yggdrasil cupped his cheeks, carefully pulled his knees out, and kissed the king.

This time, it truly came from her gentleness.

Rather, it is not a pretense of gentleness.

To the king's surprise, his eyes widened suddenly.

But this time, although the sensation behind his head remained the same, the person in front of him was not Yggdrasil.

Instead, it was a cheek that was rapidly turning red with embarrassment.

"Ross Lorian?!"

"You, Your Majesty, hello. Good morning! I just felt that you might need to enjoy yourself more!"

"Think about it, that cold, hard pillow, it's definitely, definitely, well, anyway."

Seeing Rose Lorrian rambling on, Moen laughed.

"Alright, let me get up!"

"Ah, ah, okay."

With a hint of regret, Rose Lorian released the King.

As he stood up, Moen couldn't help but touch his lips.

Just now, Yggdrasil kissed himself.

She must know something!

So, what exactly is Rose Lorian plotting?!

Rose Lorian, who noticed this, lowered her head even more uncomfortably.

She did indeed think about secretly kissing it to taste it.

However, every time she was about to get close, she couldn't help but shyly turn her head away.

Next time, next time I must kiss him, at least, at least on the forehead!

Or we could lower the difficulty by simply having our foreheads touching?

While Rosellian was pondering, Moen asked her directly:

What is your opinion of Yggdrasil?

The shadowy sun suddenly raised its head.

And her king looked at her in the same way.