For more than six centuries, the white sails on the sea have been replaced by giant ships, and countless high-rise buildings have been erected on the mainland coastline across the strait, but this small island has remained almost completely unchanged. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The influx of tourists at the island's open house every October has ground the stone streets of Lant Town as smooth as cobblestones.

The former residence of Lord Vane is well preserved, and the inconspicuous nameplate in front of the door records the history of each repair of this blacksmith shop.

Hundreds of years ago, the townspeople sold their houses or land to the imperial family at what seemed to be extremely high prices at the time. Almost all of the people who still live in the town today are staff of the sanctuary or historians and archaeologists who have been granted royal charter.

However, in the very center of the town, there is still a quaint tavern where the daughter of the original owner still lives.

Born on this small island, she traveled to the north as a young man, chasing her dream of knighthood in the days of ignorance. At the moment when she heard the news of the war in the fourth year of the new calendar, she resolutely returned south with her sword, wanting to offer all the combat experience she had learned in her career as a horse soldier at the most dangerous moment for her motherland.

But beneath the cliff that was once known as Falling Rock City, but now designated as a military forbidden place in Ovie, she saw the remnants of divine punishment that would later be known as the "Hammer of the Holy Lord".

Twenty years away from home, she returned to the continent and saw the entire empire crying. For the man who single-handedly transformed this ancient empire, the man whom the knights of the north called a demon, the man who gave everything he had, including his life, to protect the empire from its wings, the man she admired when she was a child, but then chose a very different path.

And she herself, because of her inexplicable and inexplicable relationship with this man, in the next few hundred years, received preferential treatment that did not match everything she had done for the empire.

She was a guest of the Imperial Family, a friend of His Royal Highness Richard in the Imperial Military Department, was elected by the people of Tris Province as the first female member of the Imperial Parliament, and was a senior official in the Ministry of Education.

But now, she has been disarmed and returned to the field, living a quiet life on her hometown island full of memories.

Twenty-seven years after her return to the empire, she married the heir of a royal family who had emigrated from the Far East, and the man also had long black hair and smiled as serene as the smile she remembered.

She was supported by the Empire, and was given a magical potion by the Empress's special decree enough to give her nearly a thousand years of life, but her husband was not so lucky—the pretentious man had spent his life studying science, but his talent limited his achievements, and he was not rewarded with a high potion from the Academy of Sciences until his death.

She sometimes wondered if he really liked science, or if he was secretly competing to prove that he was no worse than her boyish sweetheart.

If it is the latter, it is a tragedy, because there is no one who can compare to the man who single-handedly created the City of Truth. There was no past, there is no now, and there can be no future.

In that uneventful marriage, she had two children, both boys, and they married and had children, and they have multiplied into a large family of more than 700 people, but none of them remained by her side.

In the tavern where she lived as a child, only one of her brother's descendants accompanied her.

One day more than twenty years ago, she recruited staff from the families of the town's reserve staff to reopen the tavern that had been out of business for more than six centuries.

Business at the tavern had always been good, and the guests were either experts in the construction of the reserve or foreign historians, mostly very elegant, very different from the sweaty sailors she remembered or the townspeople who occasionally sprang out a few expletives.

She didn't need the income, but she felt better when she saw it come back to life. Occasionally, he would even stand in the bar himself, wiping the wine glass with a rag, as his father once did, or pouring wine into the glass with a skillful motion, slapping the glass onto the rough wooden bar with a crisp and slightly rude gesture.

The day was approaching evening, and the tavern was doing well.

She herself sat in the window seat, drinking rum from the reserve's farm, looking out the window at the night view of the island, and heard a guest say, "What's going on? Is there another war?"

She turned her head to look in the direction of the bar, only to see that in front of the bar, an old-fashioned projection TV suspended from the ceiling was playing war scenes, and looking at the text below the screen, it seemed to be real-time news.

"Turn it out and listen. She shouted at the young girl standing at the bar.

After a while, a voice came out of the projection TV:

“...... We have already received confirmation from Prime Minister Theda himself that there are high-ranking officials of the military department stationed abroad who have made physical threats against him. Earlier, the Prime Minister personally telegraphed to the officers of the garrison, demanding that the military department respect the independent sovereignty of the Caios Federation and immediately cease their illegal operations there......"

The guests gathered under the projection TV and commented emotionally:

"It's the Supreme Council and the military department that have completely turned their faces!"

"The military department has gone too far this time! How can it directly start a war overseas without the approval of the parliament?"

"You can see clearly! The satellite footage shows the operations team of the Overseas Intelligence Department and the Imperial Security Service chasing a civilian airship!"

"The media center is not mistaken, right? It seems that the military department's Near Rand Defense Center and the Imperial Intelligence Department are fighting! This is not some overseas war! It is the Imperial Civil War!"

"That's right! The Imperial Civil War in the Overseas Federation! What is this for?!"

"What's the matter with that civilian airship!?Why is the council in such a hurry to take it down?!Why doesn't the media center say a word? I think they're being manipulated by the council!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!The parliament is democratically elected, and the military is a dictatorial demon!"

"Tell me clearly! Who is the dictatorship? Who is the devil? Have you forgotten where you are saying these things?!"

"You don't have to threaten me! But don't forget! The Supreme Council is the last wish of the Holy Lord! And you are still stuck in the barbaric age of only recognizing blood inheritance!"

Seeing that the usually mild-mannered guests were arguing fiercely over political differences, and were only one step away from rolling up their sleeves to do it, the tavern owner finally couldn't help but shout: "Stop arguing!

The guests immediately fell silent.

Ms. Kelly...... Think of a way, no one wants to see the contradiction between the military department and the Supreme Council completely intensified, at this time, the only person who can make the most of it is you, except for Empress Lucia!" Someone stood up.

Just then, a child ran in from outside the tavern and shouted, "Do you see?!"

"What do you see?" someone asked anxiously.

"Sky...... Sky City ......"

When people heard this, they rushed out.

Kelly also leaned under the window to look at the sky, only to see that the laser imaging system that is only used on major holidays in the Sky Academy City has been turned on, and the words typed on it are really incomprehensible.

"Your Majesty, we are waiting for you in Pompeii!"

The people outside the tavern were already shouting: "It's Her Majesty, Her Majesty is in Caios! It's Her Majesty on that civilian spaceship! The Supreme Council wants to kill the king!"

The small island of Rand was in chaos.

At the same time, a hyperspace shuttle at the headquarters of the Academy of Sciences was ready, and more than a hundred and twenty scholars, including Lord William and Austin University Fellows, crowded into this shuttle, and Ethan University Fellows squeezed out the last spot.

When he pushed a certain scholar who rushed with him outside the shuttle, he shouted: "I am a survivor of the war of annihilation, you compare your qualifications with me, can you compare with me?!"