honor me as god

Chapter 960 Farewell to the Princess
On the 529th day of returning to the snow in 30 of the Huo Calendar, the 26th Douglander, Solandelle van Douglander, known as the "Queen of Laurel Flowers", died in Wangcheng at the age of 29.

In the 529 years since the founding of Doguland, there have been all kinds of monarchs. There are wise rulers who strive to govern the country, and there are also tyrants who harm the country and chaos. However, there has never been any generation of monarchs who have been as controversial as Queen Laurel.

Among the national population at that time, the evaluation of Queen Laurel was polarized.

Some people think that she broke the old system, promulgated the New Deal, and brought a kingdom with deep-rooted slavery to a new era of equality for all. There is no doubt that she is a pioneer, turning into a flame to light up the darkness.

Some people think that she is an out-and-out mediocre monarch. She seems to have carried out vigorous reforms in her ten years of reign, but in the end she achieved nothing. She tossed an originally prosperous kingdom to ruins and devastated it.

Some people think that she is very mature, more mature than anyone else, because she sees through the essence of faith, and knows that if the awe of the world is not dead, she will never be the master of her own destiny, so she embarked on the road of fighting against the gods.

Some people think she is naive, more naive than anyone else, because she wants to fight the gods with a mortal body in a world full of extraordinary people, fantasize about a revolution without foundation, and intend to accomplish an impossible thing.

Some people feel that no matter what the result is, at least she did not seek any self-interest during her reign, and she dedicated everything she had to her people, so she deserves due respect.

Some people think that not only as a dignified queen, but as a person, she can cruelly abandon her relatives, friends and childhood companions, so what qualifications does she have to be respected?
There are many people who praise the queen, and there are also many people who curse the queen. They argue with each other and are at a stalemate. It seems that everyone has their own reasons.

But one thing everyone seems to be forgetting - she could have done otherwise.

Solandelle is located in the flames of war. Although there was turmoil in the early days of the coronation, there were fierce ministers accompanying him.

With the deterrent power of the regent, she can completely entrust the state affairs to her, live in the palace or travel around by herself, and stop interfering in state affairs.

Under the rule of the regent, all forces that are against the queen will be suppressed, and all behaviors or thoughts that are not conducive to the queen will be destroyed. The rule of Dogorand will be as strong as iron and stone, and any king in the past will be envious of it .

Is aristocratic power rampant?What to do with her, just don't rebel.

Do common people have dignity?It has nothing to do with her, just pay taxes on time.

Do thousands of slaves live like human beings?What does it have to do with her, what is there to care about.

As long as you turn a blind eye to all problems and tie the knot with your own king, there will be no turmoil, no disputes, and nothing that happened later.

She will spend her whole life in a fairy-tale dream world, in the arms of her lover as a little princess who never needs to grow up.

But in the end, she chose to leave the fairy tale and face the cruel reality.

Not for anything else.

Because she treats everyone as a real person.

Because the world cannot hear the voice of the weak, only she heard those helpless cries.

She knows the people need her.

So she chose to stand up.

At this moment, all the past years are gone, and the doomed death is the queen's final song.

No one knows what she was thinking when she died, but one thing is certain.

She died in despair.

She can't see the meaning on the road she has walked, and she can't see the future on the road ahead.

From birth, to growing up, to the end of her life, her whole life seemed to be nothingness, without any trace.

The only thing she really possessed, which she never gave up until death, seemed to be that long-lasting love.

So she chose to disappear, to disappear forever in this world, she no longer had any hope for everything she once cherished in her life, and fulfilled the person who had been entangled with her for half her life with the most desperate death.

So that he can no longer be bound. To see the answer he has been chasing.

Today's Wangcheng is immersed in extreme madness. Some people despair because they have not received the favor of the gods, and some people are ecstatic because they "became gods".

No matter what the outside world is like, the oppressive atmosphere is covering the entire palace, and the Laurel Flower King Banner hanging high hangs down weakly, as if frozen by ice and snow.

A flower coffin was placed outside the palace hall, filled with pure white flowers, and the light from the dome of the sky spilled from the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the figure of Solandelle in the coffin.

After Solandelle ended her own life with the fateful death, Ye Xiaochen and Luo Qingfeng had no hope of rescuing them. Knowing that all possibility of dialogue had been broken, they had already returned to the mainland of the Far East overnight.

Solandelle's body fell on the steps of the gods, and she was almost eaten by the crazy people.

These ignorant people felt that even if they did not receive the favor of divinity, since the divinity came from the queen, eating a part of her body would have the same effect.

The crowd crazily flocked to the Ascending God's Step, wanting to bite off a piece of flesh from Solandelle's body, even if it was to drink a mouthful of blood.

Fortunately, the garrison on the scene resisted desperately, and protected Solandelle's body from the encirclement, and brought her back to the palace intact.

At this time, Solandelle was lying in the flower coffin, with the thread that Kino gave her still tied around her wrist. The magnificent red color was so dazzling against the white flower coffin, as if she was sleeping with her.

Kino stood in front of the flower coffin and looked at Solandelle, just like he had watched her sleeping face countless times in the past. She was so quiet and peaceful, as if she had really fallen asleep and fell into a long and distant dream. .

The snowflakes in the sky were slowly falling, and one piece quietly landed on Solandelle's face. Kino stretched out his hand to wipe it off, but the temperature of his fingers turned the snowflakes into water, which silently slid down his cheeks like a drop of water. tears.

"Neko." Kino's voice came softly, "I want to eat an apple."

Nicole wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and asked, "Is it the kind she planted?"

"Ah."

"I'll get it for you."

Now is not the season for apples, but there are many greenhouses in the palace, which are specially used to cultivate off-season fruits, and there is an apple tree planted by Solandelle.

Nicole quickly took back an apple and handed it to Kino.

Kino took a bite, but before he had time to chew, the intense bitterness erupted in his mouth, ravaging and torturing his taste buds, as if he had swallowed some poison, choking him to spit the pulp directly to the ground.

Kino shook his head and threw the apple back: "You took it by mistake. I want the one she picked from that tree. It's a very sweet kind, not an ordinary apple."

Nicole froze in place, and said cautiously, "My lord, this is what she picked from that tree."

Kino: "No, hers is sweet, this one is bitter, you took it wrong."

Nicole still wanted to explain, but suddenly realized something, she stared blankly at Kino's lonely back, the look in her eyes quickly dimmed, filled with sadness.

She shed tears and her lips trembled slightly: "Yes, I made a mistake. This is not that kind of sweet apple. The tree she planted is dead."

In the swaying wind and snow, Kino stood motionless in front of the flower coffin as if frozen, and the stiff hand that was resting on the coffin slipped off quietly, hanging powerlessly on his leg.

Gradually, the snowflakes blurred everything, and only faint voices could be heard in the pure white world.

"I will never eat such a sweet apple again"

(End of this chapter)