"Your Majesty, Her Royal Highness the Princess has come down." The old manager's voice echoed in the bedroom for a long time.

"Uh...... Is Andre coming? Let her come. A very weak voice came from the bed behind the curtains.

That voice Andre was very familiar with, and in recent times, she had been thinking about this voice every day, this voice and what she had said, and the owner of this voice.

But the voice should be loud, majestic, and confident. She couldn't associate such a weak voice with the person she remembered.

The old steward bowed sideways and motioned for Andre to come to the bed.

Andrey walked over slowly, her steps heavy, she didn't know what she was worried about.

She opened the curtain and saw the man lying on the bed, who was none other than King Wren.

But King Wren was lying on the bed at this time, and his whole body was emaciated. The originally chubby round face has dried up. The color is sallow, the cheekbones are high and raised, and the eye sockets are deeply sunken.

The bushy beard has been shaved off, and the hair, which used to be as lush as a lion's mane, is now as dry as straw.

Andre couldn't believe that this was King Wren? Own father?

It's been less than half a month since they were separated, why? Why did it suddenly become like this?

"Father......" Andre called with difficulty.

King Wren's ragged eyes finally condensed again.

He smiled hard, "Kid...... You're here......"

King Wren's forehead was wet, and he was fighting against the never-ending pain. It was a desperate battle.

"Father, what are you ......" Andre was still resentful of the person in front of her, resenting him for not fulfilling his responsibilities as a father. Resentment that he suddenly jumped out again when he had adapted to such a life. resented that he had arranged his life......

But for now, she just wants to cry.

"Be strong, my kid...... Some are in the grasp...... In the grasp. ”

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Andrey asked.

"You don't have to worry about that...... You just need, just master Wintercastle before I go to meet the Immortal King......" King Wren was already very tired when he said these words. The golden peak soldier who once held a sledgehammer and rushed to the front line on the battlefield is already dying.

"Nope! Don't talk about father! Those pastors must have a way to save you! You're not going to die. Andrey's tears didn't stop.

King Wren smiled again, and could see that although he was in great pain, he was happy at the moment.

"Don't be afraid...... Don't be upset either. Because that's exactly what I chose......"

Finally, at Andrey's insistence, she saw the ghost sores on King Wren's body.

Those ghost sores have spread a lot. Large and small grimaces surfaced on the surface, eyes, ears, nose, tongue and body, struggling and wailing from time to time, and vomiting some pus and blood from time to time......

This is how King Wren was consumed until the oil ran out.

This was already the case after he had undergone two recovery surgeries.

After the first restoration, the ghost sores on King Wren's body were really gone. But only one night passed, and a small ghost face sore grew on the place where the original wound on his body was.

After three days of survival, King Wren underwent a second restoration. This time it lasted even shorter, and after only five hours, the ghost sores reappeared.

The epic priest analyzed that if the source of the curse in this ghost face sore is not eliminated, this ghost face sore will not be cured. And the rate of recurrence will be faster with each time. In the end, there seemed to be a shadow of divine power in the curse, and conventional means were useless.

The priest's use of divine magic, especially high-level divine magic, is to consume the divine power of believing in God.

Although for a god, the consumption of a little magic is nothing. But every god has a large number of pastors.

A god who is big-spending and not good at management may face the danger of not being able to make ends meet.

Besides, God is the master, and the pastor is just a sheepdog. When will it be their turn to waste their divine power?

Therefore, high-level divine skills are very valuable. It's not like high-level spells, which require the consumption of some very valuable and expensive casting materials, but it's just as rare.

Simply, as King Wren said, he is mentally prepared for his current result.

"Old Nord, you and Andre...... Let's talk about our plans. King Wren was so tired that he began to close his eyes and recuperate. But his tightly knit brow never let go.

"Your Highness, that's the case......" The old manager started from the beginning.

Many years ago, a very promising golden-level court stargazer stumbled upon a great change in the world that was coming. He hesitated, told his monarch the news, and then died of old age.

Because the country inherited a part of the legacy of the great previous dynasty, they knew how dangerous the catastrophe that swept the whole world was.

How can we survive this crisis? What can be done to protect the country?

In the end, the king intends to make a desperate bet and choose a "child of destiny" for this country! Hopefully, this child of destiny will be able to lead the country through this catastrophe.

"Artificial Child of Destiny? Then I'll ......" Andre looked at the old manager, a little reluctant to accept this fact.

But the old steward nodded slowly but firmly.

"That's right, Your Highness. You are the Child of Destiny. And fate is not to be blasphemed. It has been recorded that those who used this method in the past to try to control their destiny would eventually die, regardless of success or failure. It's called Destiny Rebellion. ”

"Only this time...... Your Majesty is the presiding officer and bears the responsibility of the revolt, and you are the recipient, as long as you survive it, you can get the blessing of the fortune of the whole country......"

But why do you do that? What kind of disaster should be done? Father, can't he even cope? So what good can I do? ”

The old manager said, "This disaster is called the Magic Tide. Previously, the Bright Star Empire collapsed in a short period of time because of this. There have been several times before, according to some vague records, basically every time a magic tide comes, it will destroy an era. In the royal library, there are more detailed records. Shocking......"

Regarding the influence of the magic tides, Nonawi has more information as a continuation of the three northland provinces of the Bright Star Empire.

But sometimes ignorance is a blessing, and when you know more, you will feel hopeless.

King Wren therefore sacrificed himself to accomplish this plan. I hope to be able to put the whole national fortune on Andrey's body, so that she can lead the country to continue.

Andre began to be overwhelmed when she suddenly heard such unacceptable news, and her head was a little unable to respond. She panicked.

My father is dying, and I'm going to shoulder the whole country and lead it to survive the tide of magic...... What am I going to do? What can I do?

Andre couldn't find the answer in herself, and she began to involuntarily start to bring in the people she knew.

What would someone else do if something like this had happened?

But after thinking about it, she found that these people around her were not familiar with her, and she couldn't imagine what they would do.

Even his father, who was lying in bed and dying, never really knew him and was familiar with him.

Suddenly, a hippie smiling face appeared in her heart, "If it was Charlotte, what would he do?" ”

"I've always been faced with problems that I can't figure out or don't understand, and I don't care about them. Settle the matter in front of you! These are the words of Charlotte and Andre as they make small talk on their way to Snowy City.

I don't know why Andre suddenly remembered such a sentence.

"Yes. I don't know if I'll be able to handle the fate of this country, and I don't know how cruel the magic tide is. But the priority is to save my father! Be sure to save your father! ”

The old steward suddenly noticed that Her Royal Highness the Princess's eyes sharpened again. It was like when she first entered the palace. At that time, she just wanted to know her life experience, and there was no need to think about anything else.

Now this focus is back on her.

"Chief Nord, that priest said that you can't get rid of this ghost-faced sore until the source of the curse is eliminated, right?"

"Yes." The old manager bowed his head slightly.

"Then please tell me every detail of my father's injury!"

“…… Yes, sir! ”