A hundred years had passed since the establishnt of the four great kingdoms, and people had long forgotten the once-existent Yinsai.
Even Yesael, the second-generation King of Wisdom, had beco a myth, and the grudges and hatred between King Eli and Queen Star had turned into distant mories. People would only occasionally chat about these stories during idle conversations.
Even those more ancient stories had gradually been forgotten. People could only recall those great and noble nas but couldn’t rember what had actually happened in the past.
On this day, two figures returned to a small town outside the God-Descended City.
The town was clearly a fishing village, and its residents made a living by fishing. Even the air carried a fishy and salty sll.
“Let’s stop here!” Polo held Star’s hand as they stood on the sea, looking up at the ruins left behind by King Yesael.
“Not going any further?” Star looked at Polo.
“No, we’ve walked for so long. It’s ti for us to rest,” Polo turned his head to look at Star, speaking gently.
Polo gazed at Star. Her once beautiful and fair bone armor had beco rough and worn, and the star-filled glow had turned dim and obscure.
Star had aged, while Polo remained largely unchanged from before.
Both Polo and Star knew that their journey was nearing its end.
Star smiled, “Then let’s stop here!”
They found a beautiful sandy beach by the sea and built a house with a courtyard.
The courtyard was covered with a golden do, seeming to be woven from the cups of the Sun Cup Flower, dazzling and beautiful.
Inside the courtyard, Sun Cup Flowers were planted everywhere. These flowers, considered taboo by ordinary people and only worthy of possession by royalty, did not hold such a mystical allure in the eyes of the two.
Polo loved flowers, and Star would spend her days sitting in the courtyard, gazing out at the sea through the window.
The courtyard filled with Sun Cup Flowers emanated an air of illusion.
Ordinary people couldn’t see this place at all, let alone approach it.
However, on this day, sothing unusual happened.
“Knock, knock, knock!”
The sound of knocking ca from outside; soone had co to visit them.
“Who are you?” Polo asked.
A voice, respectful and humble, ca from outside the courtyard.
“Greetings to the noble Queen Star and the ssenger of God.”
“I am a poet and scholar from the Queen’s forr hotown, the God-Servant City. My na is Tito.”
Polo: “We didn’t invite you.”
The person replied, “Please forgive my boldness and uninvited arrival. If I have offended the Queen and the ssenger of God, I will leave imdiately.”
Star raised her head, “It’s been a long ti since anyone visited us. Let him in.”
A young Trilobite Man walked in and offered the highest courtesy to the two.
Star asked him, “How did you find us?”
The young poet answered, “I didn’t deliberately seek you out. I just happened to pass by and saw the Sun Cup Flowers. No one but the royal family can possess such things, and why would those noble and extravagant royals live in a place like this?”
“I guessed that the legendary Queen Star and ssenger of God Polo must be living in seclusion here to be able to grow such a dazzling field of Sun Cup Flowers.”
Star: “You’re very clever.”
The poet: “No, I believe this is the arrangent of fate.”
“Fate brought here, and it was also fate that arranged for to et you and the ssenger of God.”
Star was curious, “You believe in fate?”
The poet nodded earnestly, “I believe everything is predestined, just like the 23rd article of the Redlichia Covenant’s Divine Admonition, just like how King Yesael was destined to lose the Crown of Wisdom.”
Tito ca from the God-Servant City. When he was born, Queen Star had already left there for several decades. His mother was a concubine’s daughter of the Xilong family, one of the royal bloodlines.
He was born with the bloodline of wisdom power, but he couldn’t activate it himself. However, he could see through shallow illusions.
Tito’s na ant “map” because his grandfather had created the first map of Yinsai, including the four kingdoms and the entire world known to the Trilobite n.
Born into such an illustrious family of scholars, he did not beco a scholar who drew maps but instead did everything he could to beco a poet.
For this reason, he left the God-Servant City, traveling between the major kingdoms and lingering in the ruins where historical events had taken place.
“Why did you want to beco a poet? Is it because of a dream?” Star inquired.
Tito shook his head, “In cartography, I could never surpass my grandfather, and in scholarship, it would be difficult for to surpass my father. Only by becoming a great poet could I be rembered by the world.”
“I want to have my own story, my own achievents, and my own career.”
Star nodded, “A very honest answer. So, have you written any great poems?”
Tito replied, “I am currently composing an epic about Yinsai, chronicling the tales of King Yesael and King Eli. Now, all that remains is your story.”
The elderly Star laughed, straightening her body.
“Can I also be included in the epic?”
“A final ruler who ended Yinsai, a person who ended the legacy of King Yesael, a protagonist who instigated infighting and killing among the royal families.”
Tito: “Let future generations judge right and wrong!”
“What I want to do is simply record history.”
“Therefore, I believe it is fate and the guidance of God that brought here, allowing to et you.”
The young poet said earnestly.
After hearing this, Star couldn’t help but sigh, “Indeed!”
“Whether it’s right or wrong, it’s not up to you or to say.”
She no longer resisted and began to recount her life to the poet.
Her legend, her glory.
As well as her hardships and choices, her laughter and happiness.
The poet would occasionally ask questions, and Star would answer them all.
It was not until sunset that the poet stood up and thanked Queen Star with respect.
“Thank you, Your Majesty the Queen.”
Star: “I am no longer a queen, let alone your majesty.”
The poet Tito: “In my heart, you will always be the noble Queen Star.”
The young poet departed, promising to return the next day with a draft of his writing for the Queen to review.
Polo, who had been standing by her side the entire ti, suddenly spoke, “I wonder what kind of story he will write, but it feels like it will be hard to make it a happy one.”
Star was indifferent, “History is always heavy. Epics and myths are never full of smiles and laughter.”
“Our story, our happiness, we know it ourselves.”
“That’s enough.”
After saying this, Star could no longer maintain her sitting posture. She was already very tired from sitting for so long.
“I’m a bit tired.”
“I’m old now. I can’t even sit for a little while.”
“Back in the day, I could hold a sword and engage in a life-or-death battle with King Eli!”
Polo helped Star up, “I’ll help you inside to rest.”
That night, a sudden storm raged outside.
Star abruptly woke up and called out, “Polo, where are you?”
Polo responded reassuringly, “I’m here!”
Star touched Polo and finally cald down.
“Polo, I just had a dream,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “I dread of a pitch-black place, like the legendary Deep Sea Abyss. I’m so scared. Do you think I’ll be banished there after I die?”
Polo shook his head, “How could that be?”
“Don’t worry. Even if you die, I will still be with you.”
“I am the ssenger of the divine, the master of dreams.”
“In the world of dreams, I will always be with you. We will repeat our adventures and travels together, again and again, never stopping.”
A blissful smile appeared on Star’s face as she began to recount the interesting things that happened during her and Polo’s journey, so of the scenes that were most deeply etched in her mory.
As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer.
Gradually, it turned into indistinct murmurs.
Star tightly grasped Polo’s golden robe, and Polo leaned in, listening to her voice.
“Mm-hmm!”
“Mm-hmm!”
“I know, I rember.”
“I rember it all.”
Finally, Star let go of his golden robe, a look of contentnt on her face.
But Polo’s expression instantly turned blank, as if he had heard a shattering sound.
As if sothing inside him had broken.
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