The Scarlet Sky of Romance Legend

Legacy of the Age of Gods? Taikoo-Empire Funeral Song (Last King)*[-]

Chapter of Mourning: The Spirit

<Some things are best never to know the truth - because the more you participate, the more you know, the more you feel the suffering. >

"You're not Aurora...then who are you? What are you?" Nelujiaer stared at those golden-red eyes, her calmed eyes turned out to be extraordinarily serious.

"Isn't it too rude to say something? My name is Yan. As for what I am... what do you think I am, then I am what I am, and you can understand it yourself." Yan thought for a while, and finally gave up asking the girl. Explain what a concept life is - she hasn't fully figured out what she is, so don't fool others.

Narujiaer looked at her with a strange expression, and took out a palm-sized bronze mirror from her pocket to protect her chest. There are also faint reflections of lights in a trance.Her Royal Highness raised the mirror to point at her, and took a deep breath:

"Hey! Where's the monster, why hasn't he quickly revealed his true form!?"

Yan: "..." The painting style of this princess is so magical, please forgive me for not being able to connect with your brain circuit.

Nalujiaer's plain fingers gently rubbed the back of the bronze mirror, and on the edge of the mirror, ancient characters that showed signs of decay were engraved:

【Wish NR and ALK a happy wedding—your forever friend JME】

——This is the proof of her guilt that she will never be able to erase.

A few days later, the Ronniewell Empire, the eldest princess' bedroom, and the back garden.

"Hug, aunt! Pandora is here! Here, here!" The little loli in a black lolita skirt jumped up from the lawn happily, stretched out her short and thick little arms, and moved her short, fat legs in a swift motion. Like a child, she threw away the maid who followed closely behind her with a small step, and threw herself into the arms of Narujiaer with a cheer—poor Her Royal Highness, who was attacked by such a brutal human bomb after recovering from a serious illness just to bask in the sun ——Nailujiaer caught this chubby little girl who was spoiled by her father with extreme difficulty, stepped back several steps in a row, and finally stabilized her figure with the help of Yan secretly, so that this One big and one small avoided the tragic fate of falling in the garden.

"Aunt, aunt, aunt! Pandora wants to play on the swing!" The chubby girl who almost got into trouble didn't know what kind of brat she had grown into, and jumped up and down asking her favorite aunt besides her father to play with her.Before Nailjiaer could respond to this mischievous little troublemaker, the two of them were already surrounded by the maids who rushed over in a hurry: "His Royal Highness! Your Highness Pandora! I'm very sorry for our late arrival—oh my God! Your Highness Pandora! How could you treat Her Royal Highness like this——Your Highness is just recovering from a serious illness, so you can't let yourself mess around! The wedding date is approaching, what if you fall ill again—"

The old nun screamed and pushed the maid away, ran in out of breath, ignored Pandora's protest and hugged her away, ordered the maids around to put on a robe to keep out the cold for Nelujiaer, semi-forcibly Help her walk to the palace.The old man hugged little Pandora silently, patted the little girl on the back, and said to her slowly: "Your Highness, Your Majesty is troubled by many things now...His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess has always been in this palace, not going anywhere, you I can see you as much as you want, but His Majesty has been busy all the time, and there are some things that bother you recently, and your brows have never been loosened...Go and see Your Majesty, make Your Majesty happy, and let Your Majesty relax, okay?"

After the old mammy finished speaking, she waited for a while, but she didn't hear the little princess's crisp "Wow, okay, go see daddy" or "Pandora wants daddy" as usual, so she raised her head in a little doubt.

The pretty little loli lay quietly and obediently on the old nanny's shoulder, with her round chin resting on the old nanny's shoulder.She opened her big, round black eyes and stared at the walking figure of Narujaer from birth. She didn't turn her head until the figure completely disappeared behind the palace gate, and looked at the old mother innocently. explain:

"Wow, big golden brother! So beautiful!"

"That little girl is your brother's daughter? I really can't tell," Yan raised his chin looking out of the window, the little black loli was waving his fat and short arms towards the window, very cute, "only in her twenties A little ghost who is [-] years old already has a daughter who is [-] or [-] years old, which is really beyond my imagination."

She deliberately emphasized the word "little", because Pandora was obviously not the only child of the Seraph.

"Seraphim just looks young. In fact, he is 39 years old this year. However, at the same age as him, some great figures in history can't compare with him." Nelu Jiaer showed a faint smile, Sitting dignifiedly and elegantly, with the noble temperament unique to noble ladies.This appearance is like the posture that the eldest princess of the Ronniewell Empire should have - although when she told Yan that the evil spirit appeared, there were not many such things left.Nelujiaer dismissed all the maids and sat alone in front of the bright French windows in the bright sunshine.

"Yeah, you can't judge a person's heart from the outside." Yan said while hanging upside down from the ceiling, "It's as if your younger brother is actually a madman and you've been married three times."

The elegant and dignified expression on Narujiaer's face showed signs of cracking: "...how did you know?!"

"Human beings can hardly resist the charm of gossip." Yan shrugged, seeing through the princess' unrestrained heart hidden under the elegant appearance, "And judging from the news I heard when wandering around the palace these days, you are far from the first It's not far away to get married four times. It is said that your next husband's name is Dentonis Motikel, an old emperor across the Danthimos Strait, and his hobby is sm... I don't know much about politics. She repeated the shrug again, "but I think it's an unfortunate thing to be your brother's sister."

"Ronnywell...not only being cruel to the enemy, but also cruel to himself, this is really thought-provoking." Yan whispered, feeling that it was difficult for her to define the destruction of the Northern Land.The memory of that northern country suddenly became out of reach in just a few days—the indignation when I opened my eyes and observed the world was gone.

——She is not Aurora, never was.

"'Ronnywell' is a 'country of betrayers'. From the first generation of emperors, they have been betraying everything they own in exchange for greater benefits." Nelu Jiaer dragged the chair He moved closer to the window, staring at the blooming dahlias in the garden through the transparent crystal glass, "It's a pity that Seraphim doesn't care about betrayal... He is a tyrant, and his wish is to spread the land of this country to every corner of the world, Or destroy it entirely."

Narujiaer recalled the events before her first marriage.The boy who hadn't put on the crown said to her through the hazy veil, sister, it would be great if Ronnywell had never been established.

The tone is so sad.

At that moment, Narujiaer felt extremely, extremely strange to that purple-haired boy... as if there was a tyrannical devil hiding in her brother's body, uttering the will to destroy the empire through his mouth, which made her hair stand on end, And she was deeply afraid—because Narujiaer knew that what was spoken from a certain type of population would definitely become a reality.

She had been that man's wife, and now she was the child's sister.

——whatever they say will come true.

There is no doubt about it.

"You look like you don't care." Yan looked down at her, raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, "it doesn't matter if you bid more times, right?"

"Maybe. Anyway, I'll be back soon—after all, I have a younger brother of Lianjie." Narujiaer crossed her hands in front of her chest, and she murmured softly, holding a silver cross in her hand.

"Then I hope this sister-in-law won't have a heart attack when she knows you died on the way to get married." Yan Youyou said.

"The marriage between the two countries, how could the bride die on the way?" Nailjiaer tilted her head slightly, and said half-jokingly, "Ineffective protection is a serious crime."

"Then it seems that the attendants escorting you to marry will have to accept your brother's anger, because I will leave halfway," Yan said with narrowed eyes, "without my support, your heart will stop beating again."

Narujiaer looked at her, gradually losing that template-like smile on her face.

"Ah... so that's the case?" Narujaer said slowly, "So you can leave... So, in fact, I died not long ago?"

The expression on her face was very strange, the protracted tone made Yan unable to understand what she meant, so he had to answer ambiguously: "Yes."

The purple-haired princess sat quietly in the sunshine, the corners of her lips slowly raised an unpredictable arc.

she says:

"That's really nice."

She held the ancient bronze mirror in her arms, and the cold light of sapphire blue seemed to flash across the mirror.

Roniwell Palace, the tower of the emperor's office.

"Dad, Dad, Dad! What story are you telling Pandora today?" Little Loli happily tugged on Seraphim's sleeve, yelling softly.

"Pandora, have you heard the story of the brave man fighting the devil?" Seraph took her daughter's hand. The emperor, who should have slapped the minister angrily, left government affairs at this moment and deliberately dismissed the attendants, completely forgetting whether there was How many groups of exterminated countries wanted to kill themselves, spread out a storybook on their knees, and told stories to their daughters like every ordinary father.

"I've heard it! More than 1000 years ago, there was a villain named the Lich King who did many bad things. Later, a brave and handsome Knight King defeated him. It is said that the Knight King is still sleeping in the Holy Court! "Little Lolita replied loudly, jumping up and down excitedly, "Pandora will be the bride of the King of Knights in the future!"

"Little Pandora even knows about the bride." Seraphim laughed silently, turning a page of the book on his lap, "Does little Pandora know that we, Ronniewell, have an indelible bond with this big villain? relationship."

"Ah?!" Little Loli covered her mouth in surprise, her big eyes flickered, "Really?"

"Of course it is true." The Seraphim said with a smile, "After all, the Lich King's wife, Nayuga, was the princess of the Ronnieville Empire 1000 years ago."

Half a month later, on the eve of Narujiaer's fourth marriage, Yan returned to the original country.

It's hard to say what impact this experience of "returning to the human world" has had on her—but what can be confirmed is that at least Yuan He's eyesight when he first saw her has improved a lot.

By the way, Yuan gave her a sword that cannot be described in words.

The original said, that sword is "world".

——In the name of the world, a weapon that punishes gods.

"I experienced this era personally, what do you think?"

When Yan was experiencing the feel of the weapon, Yuan, who was watching from the side, suddenly asked her.

"This is really a chaotic era. Conspiracy, war, betrayal, and incest are all concentrated in one place." Yan sighed lowly, put away the deadly long sword, "No matter what... everything is just It’s just one link in a huge chain of relationships.”

"Are you still thinking about the Northland?" Yuan turned his head and asked her.

Yan smiled at her.

——The dialogue in heaven came to an abrupt end, a carpet of red roses was spread on the earth, and the bell of the wedding ceremony has already sounded.

Things that people don't want to face always come quickly.

The bright red petals of roses covered every corner of every street in the capital. Eight white horses of any color stood in front of the gorgeously balanced carriage, allowing the attendants to put them on the frame, stretch their hooves occasionally, A few snorts.The dowry maids are busy taking care of the interior of the carriage to make it more comfortable - after all, the journey of this wedding seems to be much longer than the previous two weddings of Nelu Jiaer.

After the mourning period expires, Narujiaer is about to marry for the fourth time—she has always been the vanguard sent by the seraphim, and that tyrant has always been like this. This flower should be sent to Fire and Sword next moment.

The newlywed, who is not considered new, is calmly stepping into the carriage with the help of a maid. She is wearing a crown made of narcissus and wormwood, a white gauze skirt covered with a gauze woven with gold silk, and her long purple hair is bound together. Together, she exudes an indescribable beauty—as if she becomes more beautiful every time she gets married, which is almost ominous.

Narujiaer sat in the carriage, silently listening to the sounds outside.When the carriage started to drive, she didn't lift Lian Zi to stare at her younger brother like she did a few times before, but just tightly grasped the pendant hanging around her neck.

——There was stored in it the power that Annihilation left for her, enough for her to reach the place where the bridegroom was alive, and then die there.

"Sister, I will pick you up." As in the previous marriages, when the carriage was about to leave the capital of Ronnieville, the handsome emperor opened the curtain and said to her.Narujiaer turned her head and glanced at him, but said nothing.

She has heard this promise three times, and he has fulfilled it three times.

— but it won't come true for the fourth time.

The carriage drove out of the range of Ronniewell's capital, but the Seraphim did not follow.

Narujiaer untied the necklace on her neck, and threw it out of the window decisively and resolutely, her movements were smooth and done in one go.

——Life is no longer important to her now.

Narujiaer leaned on the carriage, as if she could feel the life flowing out of her body bit by bit.

She removed the cushions and pulled out the old bronze mirror that was almost never out of her body from the interlayer of the carriage.

Narujaer tried to lift the mirror, but her hands were running out of strength.In the end, she had to lower her head and kiss the ancient characters on the edge of the mirror with difficulty:

【Wish NR and ALK a happy wedding—your forever friend JME】

"I love you, and I am willing to use my life to prove my love for you... This is not just a rhetorical way."

Nailjiaer murmured softly, tears slid down that delicate face and wet the mirror.