Lolana closed her eyes and remembered the scene from some time ago.

The noise around her, the scent of roses, always kept Stone in her mind.

The weariness of the battle, the scorching midday sun, all hit her like a wave of nothingness.

She began to feel a little dizzy, afraid that she would pass out. The idea becomes interesting.

I wonder what General Gold would look like if he fell down like a withered flower?

Then, she felt a powerful arm encircling her.

"Steady, Lorana," Gilcenas said supportively.

Asharivana stood beside her and took the rose away. Lolana sighed, opened her eyes and smiled weakly at the mayor.

The latter had just finished his second speech since this morning amid thunderous applause.

I was trapped, and Lolana found out.

It was a maddening moment for her to have to sit here all afternoon and smile.

Waving her hands, enduring one after another, praising her heroic speeches, though all she really wanted in her heart was to find a shady place to lie down and rest.

It's all a lie, it's all a lie.

If only they knew the truth.

What if I could stand up and tell everyone that I was scared to death in every battle, and that I could only remember the details in my nightmares?

Tell them that she is nothing more than a pawn of the knights.

Tell them that she's only here to want to get back, a human who doesn't love her at all, like a spoiled little girl.

What will they say?

"Now," the voice of the Lord of Karaman City overcame the noise of the crowd, "I am very honored and flattered to have this opportunity to introduce to you the one who turned the tide of the war.

Let the dragon legions run around the Great Plains, so that the evil dragons cannot wreak havoc in the air.

His army captured the evil Bakaris, the commander of the Dragons, the woman now known as the great Shuma, the greatest warrior in the history of Candela.

Within a week, she will lead the invincible legions to knock on the gates of Dagafort and accept the surrender of the Dark Daughter. ”

The voice of the city lord was drowned out by cheers.

He paused dramatically, then reached back and grabbed Lorana, almost pulling her forward.

"Lolana of Wellington—Selassa!"

The sound below was deafening, and even the tall stone buildings shook with it.

Lolana looked at the sea of flags below and the people who were screaming wildly. They didn't want to hear my fears, Lorana realized wearily.

They already have enough fears themselves.

They want fairy tales of love, rebirth, and the silver dragon.

Aren't we all?" Lorana sighed and turned to take the roses from Asharivana's hand, which she held aloft and waved at the frantic crowd.

Then she began her speech.

Taysokhov has had a fantastic few days. It was too easy for him to slip out of Hubble's sight, quietly from the platform where the VIP was staying.

After blending in with the crowds, he can rediscover this interesting city.

He had been to Karaman with his parents a long time ago, and he could not forget the open-air shopping malls, the white winged boats moored in the harbor, and countless other wonders.

He wandered aimlessly around the festivities, his sharp eyes observing everything, his little hands busily stuffing things into his bags.

Oh my God, Wade thought, these people from Karaman were so careless!

Wallets often fall disobediently from other people's belts and into Wade's packages.

Judging by the speed at which he found the jewels, the whole street might have been paved with jewels.

Then, with great luck, Wade came to a small shop of a map seller.

Luckily, the owner went out to see the parade. The door of the store is locked, and a large "rest" hangs on it

of the logo.

"What a pity!" Wade thought.

"But I don't think he would mind if I went in and looked at the map. He reached out, touched the lock a few times, and smiled happily.

With just a few more "touches", this lock can be opened. "He locked the door with such a simple lock, he must not really want to keep others from entering.

I just have to sneak in and copy a few maps and update my collection. ”

Suddenly, Wade felt a hand on his shoulder. Annoyed that no one should have bothered him, he turned to see a strange but familiar figure.

The man was dressed in a heavy robe and cloak, though it was already a little warm in the spring.

Even his hands were covered in bandages. Annoyed, a priest, Kander thought absentmindedly.

"I'm so sorry. Wade said to the priest who had grabbed him, "I didn't mean to offend, but I'm—"

"Bovolt?" the priest interrupted coldly in a hissing voice. "The Khandians who came with General Gold?"

"That's right!" Wade was flattered to find out that someone knew him. "That's me.

I've been riding with Lolana, no, General Gold for a long time.

I looked, I think it should be from last fall. That's right, after Shaxhath killed a dragon, we were caught by a goblin, and after escaping, we met her in Wellington Forest.

It's a great story—" Wade completely forgot about the map. "You know, we're in that old, old city where we fell into a cave full of valley dwarves.

We met a dwarf of the valley who was captivated by Rhodelis, named Plop—"

"Shut up!" the priest's hand moved from his shoulders to his collar. He expertly pulled hard and lifted Wade up.

Although the Kander were immune to fear, Wade still felt that he couldn't breathe, which was a very uncomfortable feeling.

"Listen carefully to me," the priest shook desperately as the struggling Kander looked like a wolf ready to break the neck of his prey.

"That's right. If you don't struggle, it won't hurt.

I have a message for General Gold. His voice was deep but threatening.

"Here—" Wade felt a rude hand shove something into his pocket.

"Give this to her tonight when she's alone. Got it?"

Wade was strangled by the priest's neck, unable to speak or nod, he could only blink.

The priest nodded, threw the Kander back to the ground, and turned and quickly left.

The Kande, who couldn't react for a moment, could only watch the man walk away, his long robes fluttering in the wind.

Wade absentmindedly patted the scroll back in his pocket. The priest's voice reminded him of extremely unpleasant memories: the ambush outside the city of Vero, dressed in heavy clothes, resembling a priest.

But they weren't priests—Wade shuddered. A dragonman has appeared!

In Karaman City.

Wade shook his head, turning his attention back to the map store. But the fun is gone.

Even when the chain opened, he didn't feel any excitement.

"Hey, you!" a man screamed. "Kander!

A man ran towards him, blushing and panting. Maybe it's the owner himself.

"Don't be so polite. Wade said nonchalantly, "You don't need to open the door for me. ”

"Open the door?!" the man's jaw almost dropped. "What, you little thief!

I just came here."

"Thank you anyway. Wade dropped the lock into the man's hand, absent-mindedly avoiding the shopkeeper's efforts to catch him.

"I'm leaving soon.

I don't feel well. Oh, by the way, did you know the lock was broken? It's not worth much now.

You should be a little more careful. You don't even know who's going to sneak in.

It's okay, don't thank me.

I'm not available. Good bye. “

Wade quickly slipped away. "Thief, thief!" sounded behind him.

A city guard shows up, forcing Wade to hide in an inner bunk to avoid being stepped on.

The Kander shook his head and sighed at the coldness of the world, and the Kander secretly stuck his head out to see what the suspect really looked like.

As far as the eye could see, there were no interesting people in sight, and the Kander continued on their way.

Suddenly he began to get angry about what the hell was like Hubble and dumped him.

Lolana closed the door, locked it, and thankfully leaned against it, enjoying the rare silence in her room.

She threw the key on the table and walked to the bed tiredly, not even bothering to light a candle.

The silver moonlight shines through the glass windows, filling the room with a silvery glow.

Below, on the ground floor of the castle, she could still hear the cacophony of the wonderful banquet she had just left. It's almost midnight now.

She'd been trying for two hours to escape the party. In the end, it was Sir Michael's words: "Please sympathize with the tiredness after the battle!" that the gentlemen and ladies of Karaman reluctantly let her go.

The air was foul and gave her a headache, and the strong smell of perfume and alcohol was strong.

She knew she shouldn't have drunk so much.

She gets headaches easily, but she doesn't like to drink anyway.

But her headache was much milder than her heartache. She lay down on the bed, dazed to close the curtains, but the moonlight was beautiful.

Lolana is reluctant to lie in the dark, something will haunt her in the dark, chasing her.

I should take the clothes off, I'll crumple the dress. This is still borrowed.

There was a knock on the door.

Lolana came to her senses in a cold sweat and shivered. Then she remembered where she was.

Sighing, she continued to lie on the bed, closing her eyes again.

Lolana looked exhausted at this moment, lying limply on the bed, thinking about what had happened during the day.

"If I had chosen to stay in the Elven Forest, perhaps there wouldn't have been so many tragedies now. But if I hadn't experienced all this, I'm afraid I'd never have seen a whole new world. Lorana sighed.