One Artesyar, lord of Recross, was pacing back and forth on the marble floor, his hands clasped in front of him.

Lolana walked beside him, cautiously, afraid of stepping on the beautiful dress that the Recros insisted she was wearing.

They were very kind to provide her with clothes as gifts.

But she also understood that they couldn't stand a Wellington princess walking around in bloodstained, tattered armor.

Lorana had no choice but to accept, she couldn't risk angering the only Recros who could help.

But without a sword and armor by her side to protect her, she felt like a naked, defenseless little child.

She also understood that the generals of the army of Reycross City, the temporary commanders of the knights of Jinglanya, and the other nobles and senators in the city council were the ones who made her feel defenseless.

Everyone's eyes kept reminding her that to them she was nothing more than a woman pretending to be a warrior.

Indeed, she did a good job.

She's won her little war—and now's the time to get back to the kitchen......

"Was that the Tower of the Void Master before?" asked Rolana suddenly.

After communicating with the Lord of Recrosse City for a few weeks, she learned something.

Although he is quite wise, his mind habitually diverges to other places.

He needs to be reminded from time to time in order to be able to fix the topic on the original goal.

"Oh, yes, you can see it through this window, if you really want to-" The lord looked reluctant.

"I'd love to see it. Lorana said calmly.

With a shrug, Al-Thaya walked over to a window that Lolana had noticed earlier, with a thick curtain covering it.

The other curtains in the room were lifted to give her breathtaking views of the city in every direction.

"That's right, that's why we closed the curtains," the lord sighed in response to Lorana's question.

"It's a shame too. According to records, this direction used to be the most beautiful scenery in the city.

But that was before that tower was cursed—"

The city lord shuddered and pulled the curtain open, with a regretful expression on his face.

Surprised by his expression, Lolana looked out cautiously and involuntarily gasped.

The sun is slowly setting under the snow-capped peaks, and purple and red clouds fill the sky.

The rhythmic colors shone on the rare translucent marble that was used to build the city of Reycross, reflecting the fading sunlight.

Lolana never imagined that there would be such a beautiful scenery in the human world, which reminded her of her beautiful hometown of Wellington.

Then her eyes were drawn to the only shadow in the beautiful landscape.

A lonely tower, clearly standing in sight.

Its height is so high that even though the palace is built on a hill, the top of the tower is still only slightly lower than their position.

Constructed of black marble, the tower contrasts with the snow-white of its surroundings.

It can be seen that there used to be many small minarets on top of the smooth tower, but now they have all crumbled and shattered.

The black windows, like empty eye sockets, look at the world aimlessly.

The tower was surrounded by a fence, which seemed to be black around it, and on the gate of the fence, Lolana saw something fluttering in the wind.

For a moment, she thought it was a giant bird trapped, as it looked like it was alive.

But just as she was about to open her mouth to ask the lord of the city, he shuddered and closed the curtains.

"I'm sorry. He apologized to her. "I can't stand it. It's horrible.

Thinking that we have lived with this landscape for centuries......"

"I don't think it's that scary. Lolana said earnestly, remembering the tower and the city in her mind's eye.

"The tower............ It seems to be in the right place. Your city is indeed beautiful, but it is sometimes too cold and perfect for me to not even want to pay attention to it. ”

Lolana looked out of the other windows, once again reinocating in the beauty she had seen as soon as she stepped into the city.

"But after seeing the only imperfection in your city, that tower.

Make the whole city more vivid in my mind...... If you understand ......"

It could be seen from the confused expression on the city lord's face that he didn't understand.

Lolana sighed, and found herself involuntarily looking at the closed curtains.

"How was that tower cursed?" she asked.

"That's in—oh, what a coincidence, there's someone better suited to tell the story than I am," Altyar said with relief as he looked at the open door.

"To be honest, I'm really reluctant to mention that story. ”

"Lord Estella of the Grand Library of Recross. The master of ceremonies said.

Lolana was surprised to find that everyone in the room stood up respectfully, even the generals who had noble blood.

So cautious, just for a librarian?

Then, to Lorana's surprise, when the historian entered, the lord of Recross, led all the nobles and bowed to the ground.

In order not to be rude, Lolana also bowed in confusion.

As a member of the Wellington royal family, she naturally didn't need to bow to anyone on Candela, unless it was her father.

But when she looked up and looked at the man carefully, she suddenly felt that the salute she had just performed could not be more appropriate.

Estellea walked in calmly and accepted everyone's salutes.

That natural demeanor made people believe that not only could he face it so easily, but all the nobles in Candela, and probably even the gods in the heavens, would not let him make any exceptions.

He looked to be about thirty or forty years old, but his temperament was impossible to guess the exact age.

His face seemed to have been carved out of marble from the city of Recross.

At first, Lolana was a little repulsed by his cold, emotionless face.

But then she noticed that the man's black eyes shone with majestic vitality.

It was as if a thousand souls were burning in their bodies, exuding power.

"You're late, Estella. There was a palpable reverence in Artesyaar's words.

None of him and his generals dared to sit down until the historians took their seats, and Lolana paid special attention to this, even the Solanian knights.

Feeling a rare sense of awe, Lolana sat down at a large round table in the center of the room, covered with maps.

"I just had something to do. Estleia said in a hollow voice that seemed to emerge from a deep well.

"I've heard you've been experiencing some unusual situations lately. The lord of Recross City blushed with embarrassment.

Oh should apologize. We don't know how the young man could have ended up on the steps of the library so slumped.

If only you let us know sooner!

"No hassle at all. Estleia interjected suddenly, looking at Lorana.

"That matter has been taken care of, and everything is settled. ”

"But...... Belch...... That one...... What about the remains?" asked the city lord Artesyar hesitantly.

"I know it sounds troubling, but the council has announced some hygiene regulations and I have to make sure everything is ......"

"Maybe I should quit first. Lolana stood up and said coldly.

"I'll come back when you're done talking. ”

"What?" the lord of Recross City looked at her suspiciously. "You've just arrived—"

"I think our conversation was very unpleasant to the elven princess," Estleia explained.

You should also remember, my lord: the elves have a great respect for life. It is often not polite to discuss death publicly. “

"Oh my God!" said Artesyar, blushing, standing up and taking her hand.

"I beg your understanding, miss.

I was so rude. Please forgive me and sit back in your seat. Bring the princess some wine—" Artesyar called a servant and filled the cup in front of her.

"Before I came in, you were discussing the Tower of the Void Master.

How much do you know about those towers?" asked Estleia, his eyes sharp enough to almost penetrate Lorana's soul.

Lolana was not used to that sharp gaze, and shuddered, and took a big inhap, beginning to regret why she had mentioned it in the first place.

"Oh," she said very softly, "perhaps we should get down to business.

I think the generals must be eager to get back to the army sooner, I-"

"How much do you know about those towers?" Estleia repeated.

"I—uh—not much. Lolana stammered, feeling as if she was back in school, answering a subject to the teacher that she was not sure about.

"I have a friend—an acquaintance—who was once in the Tower of the Void Master in Willes, and was tested, but he—"

"I guess it's Rodris from Villelo," Estleia said categorically.

"Well, that's right!" replied Lolana in surprise. "How are you—"

"I'm a historian, young lady. It's my job to know these things. Estleia replied.

"I'll tell you the story of the Tower of the Void Master in Recross. Don't think it's a waste of time, Lolana Serasa.

Because history will be closely tied to your destiny and will always be around you. ”

Estella's smiling face and the profound demeanor of a scholar made everyone around her awe-inspired.

The legend of the Tower of the Void Master has been circulating in the Candela continent for a long time, and Rodrith passed the purgatory-like trial a few years ago.

And the magicians on the continent who have heads and faces are in awe of Rodlis, because such a harsh trial is really difficult for most people to accept such an unkind torment.

The evolution of history will affect the development of future generations, and we are now at the most critical turning point.