At night, the flowers in the garden swayed gently, and the leaves rubbed against each other, making a small sound.

Most of the flowers will wither during the winter nights, and only a few will still bloom, and the Hillman flower is one of them.

Hillman is a not uncommon flower on the continent, it is beautiful, with slender branches and slightly stretched petals, which is always endearing.

But at the same time, it's amazing that it can bloom in any environment.

Whether it's cliffs, icebergs and snowfields, scorching heat and cold. It seems that anywhere, at any time, it will bloom without any worries, showing its beauty to the world.

Perhaps, this is where Hillman's name comes from.

At this time, there were several Hillman flowers in the flower, which stood in the cold night among the branches of other flowers that had long since withered.

It was a modest mansion in the royal palace that Hillman had lived there since his invasion of Plain's royal city.

Plain's architecture is very different from Reinhardt's, where Reinhardt's architecture is more grandiose and spectacular, while Plain's architecture is more detail-oriented.

This can be seen in the fine reliefs on the exterior walls of the mansion, and the Planns have an almost paranoid pursuit in this regard.

The same goes for the interior of the mansion, and apart from the exquisite tables and chairs, their windows are also special.

The window that extends from the ground is almost the size of a door, and the window opens out onto a balcony through which you can see the view of the garden.

All the décor is dignified and elegant, and Hillman doesn't hate one culture, in fact she loves all of them.

Since she was a child, she has always loved to read literature about countries and regions, and in her opinion, cultures are one, and they have an incredible ability to blend.

Hillman sat at the table in front of the window, taking care of her official business, which was so much that she had to give up some time to rest.

After the fall of Planne's royal city, there was inevitably a revolt among the populace, with some people going on strike, shops no longer open, and even the streets deserted with pedestrians.

In just a few days, the once prosperous royal city became lonely and empty.

It can be said that these are expected things, and Hillman does not seem to be in a hurry, she has already prepared for this, and only a few new bills need to be introduced at this time, and some management can be provided to alleviate the situation.

And after that, if you want to completely calm down this emotion, you can only rely on time to pass away.

It was late at night, and there was no light in the room, just the moonlight that fell on the room was bright enough.

There was no other light in the mansion, and the moonlight crept in, shining through the windows on the exquisite reliefs on the walls, on the wooden floors, on the shadows in the rooms, and on the books on the tables.

The dimly lit room had a cool beauty, and Hillman read the document intently with a pen in his hand, raising his hand from time to time and gently brushing the hair that hung down the side of his face behind his ear.

When she was about to finish the business in hand, for some reason, she slowly stopped the pen in her hand, raised her head, and looked out the window.

There was some emptiness in her eyes, no focus, and she wasn't looking at anything.

Maybe she's a little tired and wants to be in a daze.

The clock hanging on the wall slowly swings the pendulum and time passes slowly.

The moon facing the window and the stars in the night sky give off a calming light.

The cold light cast Hillman's shadow on the floor, and the sound of the garden breeze and the swaying of flowers and leaves sat alone.

In the whole room, she was alone, and her shadow.

She had grown accustomed to the silence, as high as in the castle, she had spent too many nights like this, and tonight, it was just as usual.

Her father had told her that this was the king's loneliness and the king's burden.

But at that moment, there was the sound of footsteps beside her.

"Tread, step, step. ”

Hillman looked back.

Shi Chu walked slowly, holding a teacup in her hand, still wearing armor, but not a helmet.

With short black hair hanging down from his ears and no expression on his delicate face, he lowered his head slightly and handed the teacup to Hillman.

"Your Majesty, please use it. ”

"Well, thank you. Hillman took the teacup, the water warm and a faint mist wafting through it. She took a shallow sip, the warm tea warmed her cold body, and she looked at Chu on the side.

"You could have gone to rest earlier. ”

"I am Your Majesty who does not need to rest. Chu said with his head down.

Hillman shook his head helplessly, the apostle was always overly stubborn at times.

However, it is true that she herself does not want to rest yet.

Standing up from the table, Hillman looked out the window at the garden and said to Hatsu beside him.

"Mind walking with me?"

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In the garden under the mansion, Hillman walked on the path between the gardens, and Chu walked beside her.

Walking slowly, Hillman looked at the flowers on the side of the road, his eyes lingering for a moment.

She saw a few gently dangling flowers among the flowers, and she didn't expect that there would be Hillman flowers planted here.

When she was a child, she was very fond of Hillman flowers, and there were many of them in the palace, and she would always play among them.

Once, she made a wreath out of Hillman flowers and gave it to her father. At that time, she thought that her father would like it too, but what she didn't expect was that her father took the garland and threw it on the ground, scolding her fiercely.

Her father said to her, "A king should not like these weak things."

Hillman remembers the day she hid in her room alone and cried, and since then she hasn't played among the flowers.

The two of them walked around among the flowers, and when they were probably a little tired, Hillman sat down on a bench by the side of the garden road.

She asked Chu to sit next to her, because she didn't like to sit alone in a seat that was obviously two people.

The night is quiet, and the evening breeze rustles through the flowers, which is intoxicating.

Hillman looked at the flowers, and suddenly asked Hatsu beside him.

"At the beginning, did you say that what I did was right or wrong?"

Chu was silent for a long time, didn't answer right or wrong, just said slowly.

"I don't think Your Majesty is wrong. ”

There is never anything absolutely right or absolutely wrong in this world, just like the good and evil in this world.

The line between black and white is never so obvious, maybe only children can distinguish between good and evil, right and wrong.

"Huh. Hillman chuckled softly, a little relieved and a little lonely, and she looked at Chu with a smile.

"I also don't think I'm wrong. ”

She is the king, so she is going to be ahead of everyone and lead people to a new world.

Even on this path, some people will accuse her, some people will resent her, and some people will turn their backs on her, and she cannot change the path.

Because she firmly believes that there will be a better world ahead.

On the benches, the evening breeze is slightly cool, and the moonlight is cool and thin.

Hillman leaned slightly over and leaned on Hatsu's shoulder.

At first, he tried to dodge, but Hillman spoke.

"Don't move, just let me lean on for a while, it's an order. ”

Chu had to sit stiffly in place, she was not very used to such contact with people.

Hillman's eyes closed slightly, as if he was feeling the rare tranquility.

She has always believed in what she believes in, but even so, she will occasionally feel lost, and there will be times when there is no help, and she cannot always be the fearless king.

But she never reveals these emotions in front of people, because in front of people, she can't show confusion and worry, she must firmly point out the direction.

But Chu is an exception, she doesn't mind Chu seeing her tiredness, after all, Chu is not human, is he.

After a long time, Hillman opened his eyes, his long, pale blonde hair hanging down from the black armor, which was cold.

"At first, you know? My father gave me only two gifts in his life. ”

She smiled, lowered her eyes, and whispered.

"One is the throne, and the other is you. ”

A shallow gust of wind blew.

Chu was stunned, and raised his head a little dazed to look at the moonlight in mid-air.

It's supposed to be a monster.

Gift ······

This is the first time someone has seen her like this.