Huh? Are they all real?...

This is not easy to handle.

The goddess, her brows slightly furrowed, continued to ask:

"Didn't you say he was active for two hours? You can't have just sent this, can you?"

The time travelers immediately and carefully took out a musical score from their bodies, saying:

"Your Majesty, aside from those, he devoted all the rest of his time to passing on this musical score to us."

“We are quite certain that this is a piano score, but we haven’t found any more. We also don’t know why he sent this score.”

"Perhaps you will know. After all, we all suspect that this sheet music is related to this place."

As soon as they finished speaking, the sheet music in their hands flew into the hands of the goddess Ansa.

As a princess raised in the royal family, Ansa naturally received education from various renowned figures from a young age.

Therefore, she was well aware of the significance of this score.

This is absolutely a masterpiece created with painstaking effort.

But why is it so sad?

Almost all of them are falling tones?

As expected, I still have to contact the teacher!

Ansa, who was writing down the score and preparing to contact her teacher through a spirit messenger, suddenly stopped.

Because she noticed that Potter Harry had arrived.

Upon entering the audience hall, the other party immediately knelt on one knee and said:

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, the three distinguished guests and Miss Benalana are already waiting in the palace!"

Ansa didn't want to meet outsiders at this time because she wanted to deliver a letter to her teacher as soon as possible.

She had been suppressing her desire to contact Moen, but now that she finally had a suitable reason, she was extremely anxious!

But since the youngest son was also alive, she still sighed and said:

"alright, I got it."

It was at this moment that a sugar cube fell from the sky and hit Moen.

Chapter 395 The heart of the furnace will hurt (4k)

Moen, who was hit by the white candy, instinctively touched the top of his head.

After discovering what they had acquired.

Looking at the white sugar cube in his hand, Moen thought for a moment and then ate it.

In Moen's memory, only the Gilded Hall could have delivered something so insignificant to this maze.

Of the gilded halls currently in use, Moen only remembers that golden-haired one.

This is even one of the conditions for ascending to godhood through wealth—having one and only one angel.

So this means Bella the golden retriever wants to talk to me.

Moen was looking for it just in time.

Moen wasn't sure when he would be able to return to the Human Alliance, and his collaboration with Eyes continued.

After much deliberation, the incredibly wise Bella the Golden Retriever and the Eastern Chamber of Commerce were clearly the best alternative.

As Moen pondered, he swallowed the white sugar cube completely.

To be honest, this candy is a bit too sweet; candy this sweet should be used to flavor coffee.

Moreover, Moen felt that its taste was somewhat familiar.

I just can't remember where I encountered it before.

However, Moen soon found out the answer.

It's a special supply from the Baratheon royal palace!

"Your Majesty, I am Bella from the Eastern Business Federation. I am here to convey a message to you."

"Those are the three ladies who guarded the Holy Sword. They've come to Baratheon with the sword and are currently having afternoon tea with me in the palace."

'If you have absolutely no relation to the youngest son, Fen Guofen, then please consider this as something I did unnecessary. But if it's really as I think, I hope you'd better come back as soon as possible.'

'Because the three ladies seem to have come for the goddess Ansa.'

Where did the three sisters go in Ansa?

why?

Moen remembered disappearing in front of the three sisters before she returned.

Moen knew this would be a big shock to them, but considering that he had come to the maze immediately after returning, he was prepared to take it seriously.

With the Holy Grail right beside him, Moen couldn't very well send them a message.

Unexpectedly, things escalated to this point without Moen being able to see it.

Beads of sweat the size of beans slid directly down Moen's forehead.

Similar incidents occurred before, within that flawed period of history.

This time, however, Moen obviously couldn't rely on the pocket watch to cover his losses.

"What is it, Your Majesty?"

Noticing Moen's unusual behavior, the Holy Grail turned to look at him.

Looking at the Holy Grail before him, Moen couldn't help but think—at least the Holy Grail was only acting in accordance with the Queen's wishes.

Otherwise, it would be quite a sight, with the Holy Grail, the Holy Sword, and Ansa all together.

However, it's best not to let the Holy Grail know about these things, otherwise Seresera might find out.

"If it's possible, could you please stay here and guard this place for the time being?"

The Holy Grail is right here, and she herself is a 'queen' completely modeled after Seresera.

So it was indeed Moen's wish for her to stay here and take care of Ceresella.

"Of course, but what do you need to do?"

"I need to take care of some urgent matters."

Moen hadn't figured out how to continue explaining, but the Holy Grail simply nodded and said:

"Yes, but I hope you will be mindful of your limits and not do anything reckless."

that's it?

Moen was a little surprised, but he quickly realized what was happening.

Yes, she was just imitating Celestella, not the real Celestella.

To be honest, the Holy Grail has nothing to do with me!

Of course, she wouldn't pry like Seresera and the others, and besides, I don't seem to need to be as careful around her as I am around Seresera!

Moen suddenly felt like he had figured it out!

"Thank you so much, but could you please take me to the Spirit Realm?"

Without the slightest hesitation, the Holy Grail opened a door to the spirit world beside Moen.

"Thank you so much, thank you so much! Without you, I really wouldn't know what to do!"

Moen, who was thanking the Holy Grail repeatedly, disappeared behind the door.

Moen needed to call his spirit messenger back to Baratheon as soon as possible.

However, there's a problem with which one to use specifically.

The youngest son did not have his own messenger in the spirit world, as this role was always taken up by the three sisters.

Turalyon does exist, and he would be very suitable to appear in Baratheon. However, if the Faceless Gentleman is accompanied by others, his speed will be significantly reduced.

Moen, who was in a hurry, obviously shouldn't have chosen this option.

As for the hermit's messenger, that's quite good. Not only is it still active in the spirit world, but as a giant whale, it obviously won't be slow in carrying people.

The question is, why would the Hermit Messenger, the Heavenly Fish, take me to Baratheon?

If the Queen saw it, he could still try to explain himself, but if the three sisters found out, it would be a huge embarrassment.

After all, if the three sisters see anything related to themselves now, they'll probably start to wonder if they're hiding some kind of identity.

What's even more terrifying is that this is indeed the case.

After much thought, Moen realized that the most suitable person for the moment was still his current messenger—the Ice Pegasus Winter Beast!

Although it was not easy for the three sisters to spot, it certainly didn't make as much of a commotion as the Heavenly Fish.

I could easily ride it back to the vicinity of the capital, then call for Ansa or find someone else to rush over!

Feeling he had found a good option, Moen immediately summoned the white ice pegasus in the spirit world.

As the Pegasus trod through the ice and snow, it carried Moen away and began to traverse the spirit world.

The witch who had been guarding the Old World and working hard to rebuild Rome also noticed the traces left by her king's messenger.

While searching the spirit world for things to take back to the Old World for the Roman people, she did not see Moen and the white pegasus.

Because when she arrived in the Spirit Realm, Moen, riding the Ice Horse, had already arrived in Baratheon.

However, she noticed the long trail floating in the air.

"Is my Constantine still busy?"

The witch would never have imagined that the king she envisioned as the one to save the world was currently rushing on his way to resolve his own emotional debts.

She simply wanted to do something for her king after discovering that he was constantly on the move, even in the spirit world.

For example, she had heard Moen mention it before—the four kings carrying a coffin.

Although Moen was just saying it casually, the witch clearly noticed the longing that Moen himself was unaware of.

Therefore, after seeing the trail of ice and snow, the witch finally decided to take action.

She seriously started counting on her fingers to figure out who could do it.

"Trajan the Sword and Shield, Richard the Lionheart, Erenian the Eternal, and Vlad the Moon King. These four are all renowned and noble kings; he would be very pleased if they wished!"

Although the witch didn't know why her king wanted four kings to carry her coffin while she was faking her death.

But the longing in Moen's eyes was genuine, so she was determined to fulfill it for her king!

Moreover, she felt this was quite feasible, because as far as she knew, she had always believed that the returnees should have close connections with each other.

So it's highly feasible, the only problem is that the Eternal King doesn't seem to be around?

With this in mind, the witch decided to personally visit the Shadow Sun and the Sacred Tree at the foot of the Sacred Tree.

If that doesn't work, then perhaps she'll have to go to the Land of Mist to ask the Holy Grail Queen.

Full of enthusiasm, the witch, having explained her destination, went to set fire to Moen, who was trying to put out a fire.

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And in the labyrinth after Moen left.

After watching Moen disappear behind the door, the Holy Grail remained until the door itself had completely vanished.

She lowered her head and held her hands to her heart, carefully sensing the strange sensations lingering there.

After a long while, she said to herself:

"I think I'm not imitating you. I've completely become you."

"Your memories, your identity, and most importantly, your love!"

Not knowing what the Holy Grail of love is, after repeated thinking and deliberation, I came to a conclusion that surprised even myself.

The reason why a miracle is a miracle is that it has no logic.

He lowered the Holy Grail and looked up at the true queen, who was curled up and sleeping peacefully in the gemstone amber.