"Father?" Rex II looked at Relita with disdain, his heart was filled with anger, and he turned his head to the side to look at the frescoes on the walls of the church with the history of the empire, and said sternly:

"You have the noble blood of the empire, and you have such a noble status, and you have done so many unforgivable things behind my back. Even if you are so lonely and hot, you should choose the prince of the Western Empire instead of doing dirty things with a kid with no background. ”

"Father, how can our reign be secure if I do not dedicate myself to those who hold power in the hands of Avantley. I'm your daughter, but I know I've always been a tool. Back then, all three of my royal brothers died at the hands of those birdmen, but you don't want those birdmen to be captured, and you want to use their power like the Southern Empire, and I have no objection to that. Relita said excitedly.

"So this is your revenge on me?" Rex II didn't soften, but instead pulled out a brand new picture from his chest and flung it back to Relita.

The photograph does not fall vertically in the air, but floats in the air for a few laps due to the air currents before slowly landing on the ground, and naturally, the front of it is a warm image of Lelita and Kyle.

"You are my father, and you cannot bring me anything that makes people happy, and my brother will not be able to give me these things if he were here. But Mr. Kyle is different, he doesn't just help us stabilize the rear of the Empire. You must know that without his help, our army of hundreds of thousands of people in Avantley would have been deprived of supplies. Even if we can survive the snow and ice without worrying about water, then we can't rely entirely on airdrops for food and other supplies. Imperial warplanes are not allowed to fly to areas where storms gather, where many of the Empire's best pilots have been killed. Relita said, apparently knowing that she was changing concepts and shifting the subject.

"But you don't have a face, the empire still needs to be ashamed!" Rex II roared.

Then, he jerked the sword at his waist and expertly slammed it against Lelita's innocent yet mature face.

Even, where the skin came into contact with the sword, there was a faint trace of blood oozing.

"This era is not the era of faces. The collapse of the countries of the South is a symbol of the end of the age of faces. They used to flaunt morality and respect, but unfortunately, a chaos brought by a birdman broke them apart. If it weren't for my grandfather's glorious deeds, how could we have brought in a golden age?Father, father, shouldn't our age of steam be an age of intrigue, desperate for money and profit?" said Relita softly, looking confident and unflustered.

"Fart!" Rex II scolded, "no face, public opinion will shake my position." Relita, you also have to recognize the form. You are not a carefree noble princess, you were the first in line to the throne before I had any other sons, what will the nobles and the parliament say about us if there are scandals around you?

"How come I haven't thought about it!" Relita replied with some hysteria:

"Have you ever cared for me since I was a child? You have not! For the sake of the throne of Evantelei, you can use the power of magic to brutally torture each of your brothers, and when the scarlet moonlight descends on you and me, I do not feel what my father's broad chest covers me, but instead your bloodstained sword is being pulled from the rebel's chest. Perhaps, only when the warships of the Empire roar can I wake up from my nightmare and get some solace. Those psychedelic monsters and mysterious and strange gods may be the ones I should follow. What about this country? Even if I succeed to the throne and control the empire? No matter how big the empire is, can it have a vast universe? No matter how long the empire lives, can it transcend time?"

"Aren't you afraid that the sword in my hand will pierce your chest, I can get rid of my brother, and I don't mind getting rid of a daughter!" Rex II seemed to be a little hysterical, and the corners of his mouth were trembling slightly with anger.

"Father, if I'm not mistaken, this longsword is a remnant of the Light War five hundred years ago, and symbolizes the authority of Avantley. It calls the Sword of Darukoth, which means 'frost in the long night' in the language of Avantley, and if you pierce my body with it, the magic power of the water source in my body will evolve into darkness in the extreme cold. Even if my consciousness can no longer take possession of my body, the darkness can send me into the endless dreams of the Creator. When the time comes, I will also be able to become the Creator, and I will be able to create worlds at will, and bring them into my wonderful dreams. Father," Relita deliberately grabbed the head of the sword and slowly sent it to her chest.

Somewhat provocatively.

She paused, then continued:

"Don't you believe in the gods? don't you often say that the gods have blessed you to win the war? Mr. Kyle is the closest person to the gods. My pleasure with him will bring me one step closer to the gods. He was blessed with eternal life, which was the blessing of the gods. I'm not interested in those birdmen. You see them as dragons, and you do your best to nurture or promise some future. But what's the use of that? they can't do anything for you other than a little magic. ”

"I won't allow you to insult the gods? You are pursuing the pleasures of your own body, and you are trying to find an excuse to get close to the gods. If the gods knew you did this for them, wouldn't you be afraid of being punished? Look behind you. Rex pointed to the church frescoes with his left hand and said:

"The gods of autumn, immortality, and ice are all protecting the Avantley Empire. If it weren't for their protection, I would have been reclaimed by the Lord in the snow and ice. I am the Son of Heaven, the agent of the Lord, the brother of the Old Dominator, the servant of the Lord God of Cthulhu, without whom there would be no Avantley Empire. What do you think steam can do for us? Jokes, those machines will be vulnerable to theology, just like you. And, Mr. Kyle. He seems to have been an administrator for too long. Rex II sighed, a wolf-like expression in his eyes.

It's like doing some kind of planning about the prey in front of you.

"Father, if you do anything to him, then kill me, your sword pierces my body, he is the closest person to the gods, he can bring good news to the empire. Relita looked a little flustered, and gripped the sword of Darukos with her hand, and was about to stab herself in the chest.

"You're crazy!" Rex II roared to stop, but Relita didn't back down like a beast with some strength.

"I think you should reflect!" said Rex II helplessly, and with a quick touch of his left hand to his waist, a golden pistol appeared in his hand.

Bang!

The sound of bullets streaked through the golden mid-air of day and night, burrowing into Relita's thigh.

As the viscous and thin blood gushed out, Relita had to let go of her bloodstained hands and clutch her blood-soaked dark blue dress tightly, struggling in pain.

But her angry eyes never left Rex II.

"Someone!" shouted Rex II in a deep voice after drawing his sword back.

"Your Majesty!" several soldiers in Avantley's uniform quickly appeared behind Rex II.

"The princess had some mental problems, so she was sent to the bottom of Mount Artel on the outskirts of the capital to recuperate, and she was picked up when she was in better spirits. Remember, no one should be disturbed while the princess is recuperating!" said Rex II in an unmistakable tone.

"Yes, Your Majesty. The soldiers replied with blank faces, picking up Relita like a machine and sending her out of the golden church.

Watching Relita being sent away, Rex II sighed, and looked at the wall with the history of Avontele a little distracted.

After a while, he muttered:

"Kyle, damn it!"

......

After a few days of familiarizing himself with the Avantlay Empire, Clay was finally able to adapt to some of Avantley's environment, including some of the life here.

Although Kyle made him drink some potions worthy of his name from time to time, and found several magicians to test his magical powers.

But the results of each test didn't differ much, and if he wanted to, he could easily become the strongest mage master in Avantley.

However, in the era of strong technology, the magic source power can only become a vassal, if you are not familiar with how to use the weapons of this era, then the bullet of the pistol will easily pierce the shield formed by the magic source force, straight into his fragile heart, and then let him see the gods.

"Today's test is over, and I feel that the results are perfect. Kyle smiled as he took the data from the pen from the hand of the mage master beside him, looking satisfied.

"I want you to keep your promises, and I don't want to stay here if you're not willing to keep them. Even if I ventured around like the legendary knights, it would be better than being fooled. Clay teased, looking at Kyle's white, but sly face.

Of course, there are those who are not willing to live up to the good quality of integrity. But I'm different, it's still early, isn't it?" Kyle said, glancing at the old-fashioned clock on the wall covered with pale yellow wallpaper:

"Ten o'clock, only ten o'clock. Through the exploration and research of pharmaceutic, the old demon source master has made a bottle of magic source potion suitable for you, as long as you drink it, it may be able to stimulate some mysterious power in the depths of your spirit. This may help you find some memories. Of course, it doesn't matter if it doesn't work. You've learned the language of Avontele since you woke up, and I remember you said you lived in the Flame Empire, right, so you can walk around the city and look for memories or something. About a week later, we had a chance to explore the ruins of Lake Jobel in the south, where fragments of meteorites taken out of the ice and ancient books still hold secrets, and my gut tells me that maybe it has something to do with you. ”