After greeting the griffon soldiers standing at the head of the city, the carriage drove into the palace.

Winter was coming to an end, and he didn't know if it was Reka's delusion, but he felt that the trees on the boulevard were much thicker than the last time he came.

Tamia had never been interested in these things, and after several trips back and forth between the palace and the City Patrol today, she just wanted to get a good night's sleep now.

After a short pause, the carriage slowly stopped.

Reka patted Tamia on the shoulder, and the two jumped out of the carriage.

Several palace maids waited aside, and when they saw the carriage of the City Patrol Bureau, they immediately surrounded them, carrying the contents of the carriage one by one, while Reka and Tamia walked straight towards the dormitory.

Atifa was in a coma for many days, and it had been Tamiya who had been taking care of her for the past few days.

Walking into the dormitory, Tamia took a look in front of the huge mirror before the curtain was lifted, but the large bed in the distance was empty.

Poking his head out from behind the curtain, Reka slammed his mouth.

"Where did you go?"

"Don't come in!"

Tamia snorted, searching the room for Atifa.

After searching for a moment, she found that the window on one side was open.

Leaning on the window and looking at it for a while, Tamia found Atifa's presence in the garden.

She sat at the tea table, dressed in a thin shirt, with green silk sprinkled like a cloud behind her, bathed in the pale yellow sunset, and Atifa's back was as holy and immaculate as an angel.

Why are men and women so bewitching?

Tamia muttered inwardly as she tried to alert Reka, but Reka had already rushed out.

"Your Majesty Atifa, you wear such a little on such a cold day, hurry in, you will catch a cold!"

Tamia rolled her eyes, closed the window, and walked through the small door into the garden.

Reka has been shushing Atifa, and is simply a skilled ace licker.

"Director Reka, I'm not cold."

A gentle female voice floated in from afar, and she stretched out her hand to point to the opposite side, motioning for the two to sit down.

"It's been a hard day."

Reka said with a fluttering eyebrow.

"It's not hard work, it's not hard, this is also to add glory to the Okassim Empire, and it's also my duty."

Tamia sat down with a roll of her eyes, and a pot of tea was placed on the tea table, and next to the tea was a small and delicate crown.

A blackbird paced by the crown, its feathers neatly clinging to its body, like the armor of a soldier.

Picking up the teacup, Artifa whispered.

"Have a cup of tea."

Before he could refuse, Atifa picked up the teapot.

Taking advantage of this moment, Tamia took a closer look at Artifa.

Unlike when he was unconscious, Atifa's spirit was much better.

That little face is natural and flawless...... She deserves to be the Black Queen.

Tutan is on it, even the most gorgeous adjectives can't describe Tamya's feelings, and such beauty even makes Tamya feel a little inferior.

She subconsciously avoided her gaze and picked up the hot tea that Atifa had handed her.

"Thank you."

Atifa smiled slightly, and that smile was like a spring breeze, and Tamia even felt that her heart was beating half a minute faster.

Reka was grinning.

"My friend, you are beautiful, but when you become emperor, you must remember to take a bath every day, especially your hair. You don't know how bad your office smells in the summer, even if it's a woman dressed as a man, you have to be a little more particular, after all, we are the Bedford family, and the royal must have the royal attention, right? ”

Atifa nodded slightly, her eyes lowered, and she held up the teacup with her slender hand, all the while listening to Reka's nagging.

"How's the security at the palace lately? I've been watching a few dukes get into the palace lately, and you have to pay attention to them, they don't look like a good thing, maybe they want to introduce their son to you, and I don't know which of their eyes thinks you're single. If you want me to say, I should have killed those guys a few days ago, instead of sending them to the court for a painless trial. ”

Atifa was noncommittal to Reka's nagging.

She just held the teacup and stared quietly into the distance, with a slight smile in the corner of her eye.

The sun was setting on the ground, and by the time Reka picked up the teapot again, it was empty.

He slammed his mouth and put down the teacup, his hands on his knees.

"Then we won't bother you, you must take good care of yourself, and you must pay attention to your body."

"I know,"

Atifa bowed slightly, adding, "I will." ”

"Then we'll go first,"

Tamia stood up and said, "It's cold at night, don't run outside." ”

After getting a haircut, Atifa smiled lightly.

"I will, Tamya, and have a nice date."

Tamia pouted and left with Reka shoulder-to-shoulder.

As the small door slowly closed, Atifa stretched out his right hand, and the blackbird fluttered and fell from the distant branches, and then crouched quietly in the palm of Atifa's hand.

Sighing, Atifa still untied the letter box at the feet of the black falcon, and holding the letter, she had mixed feelings in her heart.

Oreo Pravor came to Turin, and he saved himself, but he still didn't see him.

It's been three years and seventy-nine days since we last met, so why wouldn't he want to see him?

The distant sunset dimmed a little more, and Atifa slowly spread out the letter.

She thought that the paper was full of lovesickness and affection, but in the end it was just a few simple words.

"The Venada people covet the dragon's eye, and the eastern border is in danger."

The contents of the letter were both unexpected and reasonable.

As when she met, Oreo Pravor always played the role of mentor in her life, and she always played the role of Oreo's follower and admirer.

Putting down the letter, Atifa reached for the crown, which was brought by the Falcon.

In such cold weather, there was a faint heat in the crown.

Atifa pursed her lips slightly, as if she was angry at someone who didn't exist.

After arranging it in her mind for a while, Atifa still wore the crown on top of her head, just the right size.

After that, she lifted the white daze beneath her, her emerald green eyes lit up like stars.

The Crown and the Ring of Grafitte sensed the elements flowing in the air, and they hummed rhythmically.

With the addition of the Elemental Hallows, a map of the continent of Ekassina slowly spread out in front of Atifa's eyes.

A faint red dot appeared in the northern part of the continent, which went all the way to Turin, and then cycled back and forth between Turin and the island of Burning Soul in the southeastern corner of the mainland.

The starlight went out, and Atifa sighed.

Although Reka had never mentioned Oreo to him, she knew what Oreo was up to just by looking at him.

In order to save himself, he must have been killed by Kutaka, the Black Dragon King.

But because of the existence of obsession, his soul has always been imprisoned in Burning Soul Island, and the body that has lost his soul has to reunite with his soul every half a month, otherwise he will be wiped out......

It turned out that he had been by his side for the past three years, just in this way.

Atifa's nose soured, hot tears dripping from her pupils, and she rolled all the way down the lawn with a piercing sizzling sound.

The sun had completely set, and the evil dragon's blood was boiling under the skin.

Dense dragon scales enveloped Atifa, and the hideous horns spontaneously grew between them, and finally converged into a pair of pitch-black crowns above Atifa's head.

Lowering his head and staring at the claws at the tip of his right hand with those orange-red eyes, the black dragon muttered.

"Your Excellency Plavor, I am already a dragon, and I will wait for you in Turin, no matter how many years."

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