"Let's start with my hometown. On the dividing line between the Wild Sea and www.biquge.info the Boiling Sea, there is a little-known archipelago called Al Balad. The archipelago is far from the mainland, and there is little contact with the outside world, so my family ruled the archipelago comfortably for hundreds of years, and even the darkest age of the Fourteen Kingdoms on the continent, Alballad was not affected by the war.

"I lived on the island until I was sixteen, and every day I walked on the stone bridge between the islands, except for staring at the bronze mirror on the dresser. Occasionally, I would sit in the garden chatting with the trade officer from the wilderness. Well...... Alballad has always had good diplomatic relations with the Savage, since the time of my grandfather's grandfather, and we give them beautiful shells -- which are everywhere in Alballad, but a symbol of wealth in the Savage -- and they tell them what they have seen on the continent. Don't understand, after all, Alballad is very wealthy, and apart from the anecdotes circulating on the mainland, the sea people don't need anything else. The barbarian tribes are not as coarse and powerless as they are rumored, although they are not polite, at least they are simple and kind.

"My favorite thing is the Minotaur guards who follow the trade officer, they grow up to three yards tall, their hooves are the size of my face, and they often scratch their butts habitually when they stand guard. They always smiled innocently, and did not keep a straight face like Alballard's guards. It's not unusual now, but for me, who has never left Alballard, the horned guys are so much fun.

"Another thing that I find interesting is the summer festival, which is called the Midsummer Festival in Tol Barad. People splash seawater in wooden basins or small wine barrels, which is very cool. But I can't be a part of it, I can only look enviously from the window. You see, the princesses everywhere are more or less the same, and they must be dignified in all kinds of grand celebrations. The only difference is that my father doesn't rack his brains to think about which child of the great lord's family is more suitable for marriage. He didn't care if I fell in love with a wandering pirate or married an obscure guard, and he even allowed me to be single for the rest of my life as long as I was happy. Moreover, the undisputed lords of Alballard are also very united, and will never fight for the king's daughter in order to cling to the powerful.

"Then, at the Midsummer Festival when I was sixteen, Barnett came. Dozens of warships did not make any concessions to us, and the cannon fire that resounded through the sky easily shattered the fortified fortress. They landed on the main island and used their strength and surprise raids to carry out the slaughter. Alballad was baptized by the flames of war for the first time and was defeated. My father and brother died in the wall and the city square, and the sisters and maids became the playthings of the brutes to vent their ****. The Savage Envoys who had come to the celebration fought desperately to get me away, and I remember standing on the deck of the Chief's Pride and seeing the distant Al Balad blazing into the sky. The first mate, known as the Black Hoof, gently hugged me and stared at the archipelago engulfed by screams.

"I've not been a princess since. Cynthia stood up in disbelief, reached out and stroked the frozen cross and sighed, "That's it, we've all fulfilled our promises." May you rest in peace. She turned and walked past Miloka and slapped the flask on his chest, without looking up or speaking, her back covered with indescribable sadness.

Miloca listened quietly to Cynthia's story, her mind mixed. He untied the sash of the poisonous fire and stuck the scabbard into the thick snow in front of the cross, unable to release his grip on it.

"Rest in peace. Miloca said.