Carter left Caesar's bedroom.

In the dim light, a young girl in silver armor stood at his door.

"Demahia, what are you doing here?"

Carter asked aloud.

"Father. ”

The girl's fair face shimmered in the moonlight: "You gave me to that elf, whether it was as an apprentice, or a guard, or a ......"

"You're the maid. ”

Carter interrupted, "Whatever he wants you to do, you're going to keep an eye on him for the Alliance." ”

Demahia's eyes froze.

"What, what's your grievance?"

Carter noticed the change in her expression.

"Nope. ”

Demahia remained indifferent: "I am willing to give everything for the sake of the alliance. ”

"This is my daughter. ”

Carter nodded in satisfaction, then turned and walked into the room.

Demacia looked at his back, knowing in her heart that she was just a pawn of him.

In her formative years, Carter never paid attention to her - because she was only an illegitimate daughter, and not the only one.

In the kingdom of Orlanca, there are no three-digit children with this king's blood, and there must be two-digit numbers.

Bastards and illegitimate daughters were supposed to be unexposed, and the reason why Demacia came here was entirely because of her special name, which was given by her mother, but in the past, Carter didn't remember her, and she didn't want to be remembered by him until these two years.

"What a cruel father, who has ruined your great destiny. ”

A voice suddenly sounded in Demahia's ears: "I told you a long time ago, you should kill him, take power, and now you will not be dumped by him to the forest elves." ”

De Mahia's expression sank: "When are you here?

"Why shut up?" the voice continued, "You are the Body of the Holy Spirit, the Son of the Queen, and you are destined to take his throne as the Queen of the Alliance, and to shape the cause of immortality. ”

"It's a pity that it's ...... now"

The voice sneered: "You have met another son of the Queen, whose destiny is stronger than yours, and once it falls into his hands, everything you have worked so hard to shape will be wiped out." ”

Demahia's face was cloudy.

The voice had told her several times about the Queen's Son, and she knew that if one Queen's Son met another Queen's Son, her fate and power would be absorbed by the other party.

“...... Demon King, you don't have to think in vain. ”

Demakhia calmed down: "I won't believe you. ”

"Jie Ji ......"

The Demon King let out a laugh: "You can not believe me, but you are willing to leave Orlanka and give up everything you run?"

He understands the ambition of a young girl, who grew up in the slums and craves power more than anyone else - she is absolutely unwilling to give up the opportunity to take charge of her own destiny and give herself to an elf.

"You have talent, you have power—is it possible that you really believe in the demagogy of that stupid Holy Spirit in you, and believe that there is still justice in this world?"

"There is no justice in this world at all. ”

The Demon King continued to bewitch in Demacia's ear: "You go to the right, and I will take you to see the truth." ”

Demacia clenched her sword tightly, and after her face changed several times, she still walked in the direction that the Demon King had guided.

In a corner of the palace, two primordial elves, seemingly made in heaven, stood face to face.

"Xiwei, be sober, you're just confused!"

When Demacia arrived, they were already arguing.

"Oran, I'm not being fooled. Holding back her anger, Xiwei explained to her former fiancé, "I'm more sober than ever, more sober than in the Skyrim Continent!"

"Sober, no, you just think you're sober. I know what you see, but it's all his fantasy, it's not reality at all, and it's impossible to realize!"

Grand Druid Orlan was a little excited: "The queen has promised me that she will protect you under the demigods - you are the first great druid of our clan to transform into a dragon, and when you return, you will definitely be the pride of all your compatriots." ”

"If you think about it, if you come back, you can have the same status as me!"

Orlan looked at Syvi with fiery eyes.

However, Xiwei shook her head again and again: "I don't need that status, yes, I admit that I was attracted by the dream of the little master, and because of that dream, I decided to stay with him." ”

Oran was overjoyed, and felt that hope was in front of him: "We can help you wake up from that dream—"

"No, Oran, you listen to me. Sylvie continued to shake her head: "At first, I was attracted to dreams, but now that I'm staying there, it's no longer a reason. ”

Oran's joy was extinguished by a basin of cold water: "What do you mean?"

"I ......" Xiwei bit her lip, "I think it's happier to follow the little master than to go home." ”

"Syvi!"

Oran looked at Xiwei with a shocked expression, what was she talking about, did this guy like that lowly forest elf?

"You're crazy, you don't know how lowly he is?"

"He's not lowly at all. ”

Sylvie shook her head: "He's cute." ”

She grimaced: "...... And you can accept even the beast, why can't I like the little master?"

Oran's eyes widened suddenly.

The scene became extremely quiet in an instant, and Orlan stared at Xiwei incredulously, how could she, how could she know......

"Xiwei, there must be a misunderstanding between us. ”

"I don't think so. ”

"You're just too young. ”

Oran lowered his face: "Xiwei, you still don't understand the true meaning of the druid. I hope you can go back, you don't force me, even if you don't think about yourself, don't you want to think about your family?"

"You're threatening me!?"

Sylvie had an angry expression.

Seeing this, Demahia had no interest in continuing to watch.

"A self-proclaimed guardian of the world, but neither are the primordial elves. ”

She thought to herself, and walked out of the palace.

From beginning to end, neither Sheavie nor Oran noticed her.

The Demon King's laughter rang out again: "Look, I'm right, there is no justice in this world at all. ”

"Why don't you cooperate with me, let's subvert the alliance together and do great things!"

"Don't think in vain, don't think I don't know your ambitions for the Alliance, Demon King. Demahia sneered: "You and I both want to rule the alliance, how can I dance with wolves?"

Her form melted into the darkness: "I have my own way. ”

She didn't believe in the Demon King, but he was right that if she was given to the elf, everything she had built in Orlanka would be in vain.

She would never allow such a thing to happen.