That was indeed not beyond her expectations... Shiayar's super space-ti Poseidon's passive was triggered again.
And it was Her Royal Highness.
Unexpectedly, it seed not so unexpected. What's going on?
"If it were Brother Shiayar... indeed, it doesn't seem that surprising."
In Silvia's beautiful eyes, a touch of helplessness flickered as well.
How should I put it? Perhaps this is a boorang.
Initially, she was the one saved by Shiayar, and Ye Yi the first to taste the forbidden fruit.
But now, the boorang had ultimately co back to her, and it was her turn to watch helplessly as her beloved entangled with other girls.
Around the Gray-Silver Witch, the frozen twilight once again began to surge.
A segnt of an illusory river of ti slowly erged within the twilight.
And Shiayar just quietly gazed into that illusory river, at the countless fleeting visions that flowed by.
Those were the scenes of the once Escarnia, Ye Yi the current Fresta Empire, or perhaps the Scarlet Empire.
...
He saw Vortigern and the Abyss Demons driven out of Escarnia. The Knight King's banner was planted across the entire land once riddled with calamity.
He saw the birth of the Holy Calendar, the end of the Ancient Era, and the dawn of the New Era.
The torrential rain ceased, and the sun's blessings shone down from the gaps in the dark clouds.
Huge blocks of chalkstone were transported from all directions. Upon the ruined and decayed Royal Capital of the forr Escarnia, a pristine new Royal City of pure white was built bit by bit: the Sacred City—Calot.
He saw the completion of Calot City, the birth of a new kingdom.
Thousands of civilians and soldiers cheered and celebrated, welcoming a grand era, the rise of an immortal dynasty.
Upon the Throne, the girl holding the Golden Sword shone brighter than before.
Every guest witnessing the victorious King's silhouette had unwavering faith in the prosperous future of this newborn Empire.
But no one saw, on the day when knights, soldiers, and civilians alike laughed loudly and drank rrily...
The girl on the Throne, her delicate face shrouded in the shadow of the Sacred Sword, never once revealed a smile.
...
The scenes in the illusory river of ti began to accelerate.
Just as every thriving nation will experience...
From the budding beginning, a vibrant and youthful kingdom.
To cautious progress, the establishnt of an era of unprecedented prosperity, and then, decline after its peak.
Slowly, those born in the previous Era, the Knights of the Round Table who had once followed the Knight King through countless campaigns, also aged.
"Your grandfather once saw Lord Cain's visage."
This was Gawain's favored boast to his descendants, leaving them half in doubt.
By this ti, tales of Cain and Daybreak had beco ethereal legends.
Mixed with the stories of young Brave Heroes slaying evil dragons spoken by wandering poets, making it difficult to distinguish truth from tales.
The scenes continued to speed up.
The seats of the elderly at the Round Table diminished one by one.
The Knights of the Round Table were at least Titled Rank, with many being Legendary... but even Legendary Humans have limits to their lifespans, two to three hundred years being the peak.
Only the figure upon the Throne, the Silver-haired Empress's features, remained unchanged.
The existence of the Sacred Sword and her overwhelming mystique seed to have frozen her age, preserving her visage as a young maiden.
Later, the golden age concluded; the splendor dissipated, and the clamor faded.
Only the slender silhouette in the Throne room grew increasingly desolate.
The humanity in her eyes was constantly fading, leaving only the radiance of Divinity flashing, and the crimson red moon behind the Throne would appear and disappear.
The Queen began to neglect state affairs. She entrusted the Empire's Authority to the descendants of the Round Table and the oath-sworn families. anwhile, she herself spent days and nights in the grand structure across from the Royal Palace, a building almost on par with the Royal Palace's main hall: the Hall of Heroic Spirits.
Then, gazing at the modest statue at the forefront of the Hall of Heroic Spirits, inscribed with "Black Knight Cain," she would be lost in thought for days on end.
Among the descendants of the Round Table and the oath-sworn families, there were certainly those loyal at heart, but human nature is always fickle.
Moreover, the Knight King's now negligent behavior in state affairs was like a temptation to those harboring illicit ambitions.
Thus, in the Western Continent, the Empire's reputation began to plumt sharply.
Originally used to praise the "embodint of the eight great virtues of a knight," "the most perfect knight and King," the na "Knight King" was gradually abandoned. In its place, "Scarlet Queen," a more neutral term, was adopted.
However, faced with the rumors and gossip of the outside world, this sole monarch of the Empire paid no attention.
Except during the Hundred-Year Bloody War, when she confronted the Saint from the Sacred Court with a single sword strike, most of the ti she rely stood in the Hall of Heroic Spirits.
That ti grew ever longer, and her distance from the mortal world Ye Yi grew ever farther, until today.
...
The flowing illusory river halted.
"If this continues... Isadella, what will happen to her?" Shiayar asked softly.
"She will vanish." As if anticipating Shiayar's question, Silvia's ethereal voice arose softly in the ocean of his heart.
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