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After that, people never saw this lady in Fir Tree Shire. It was not until many years later that Aouine’s Southern Territory had a beautiful legend. In that legend, a nun of the Havel Silver Lily Society, for her life, devotion to those who are blind.

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In the quiet woods in the afternoon, Brando managed to escape the Fortress Fir. He held the letter in his hand and walked alone in the sun-drenched woodland. This woodland once carried many beautiful memories of him. Those memories, along with the accumulation of years and months, have become more mellow and unique.

He raised the letter in his hand, a letter from Fina to him, blaming him for not so long before he went to see her. But more, this mature lady portrays everything about the new Kirrlutz. After the succession of Imperial Prince Lenarret, the empire has been revived for a long time, everything is on the right track, and people gradually forget the past. The pain began to rebuild their homes on the ruins after the battlefield.

At the end of the letter, Fina once again urged him to go to the empire to see her.

Brando couldn’t help but lightly smiled when he thought of the Mehhotofen’s Her Highness the Princess. He would receive a letter in his arms, long breathed out.

After Twilight’s World War I, everything returned to its original state. Feng Huo also traveled to World around Nine Phoenixes, and the upperclasswoman occasionally sent him some local specialties. And World seems to have changed. Although there are still some monsters and Twilight remnants at the border of civilization, after the death of Dragon of Twilight, everyone is at least in the best direction.

In the hearts of the world, Flame King died.

As a mortal, he survived.

After losing all the power, there seems to be no discomfort, but Brando has always had a vague regret. He silently took out the somewhat pleated card from his arms, and on the card, painted the lady in a black dress with a mask.

The card was so old that it had lost all the MPs, but he absentmindedly looked at the piece of paper and said softly: “The king is not dead, but you have to flee alone -“

The rustling in the woods seemed to echo his voice.

Suddenly, it seemed to be an illusion. A grinning voice suddenly rang behind him: “It is not a king’s duet to say bad things behind others.”

Brando’s hand shook a little, and the piece of paper fell out of hand.

He absentmindedly turned back.

Under the light yellow and mottled sunlight, between the light and the shadows, it is the sensible, proud girl. The prime minister’s daughter seems to be still wearing the long skirt when she left, watching him calmly. In the scorpion of the purple, as always, the long-lost rays of light flashed.

But I don’t know when, the eyes are full of tears.

Suddenly, a form has been heavily put into his arms.

“I am back, Brando.”

Brando has already stood on the spot.

His mines head came, and the most grateful rays of light flashed in his eyes:

“Thank you, Tiamas -“

“It is the best hope for people to meet each other.”

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(End of the book)