I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

Under the dawn, the real dragon gave her the last eulogy.

"May you fight for yourself with the humblest dream."

"May you use your loneliest dream to address the whimpering and roaring in the dark night."

Back to 51 Goodbye to that emerald color

"Kelsey."

The soft call came with the wind, and the emerald-colored Ferlin came back to her senses, and the pink-haired Sarkaz girl had come to her side.

"I didn't find you in your room, so I guessed that you were here to watch the scenery again."

"Teresia..."

Even though Sarkaz had a relaxed look on her face with a smile on her face, Ferlin knew the pressure and exhaustion she was bearing now.

"Kelsey, the doctor did a little too much last time."

Sarkaz and Filin stood together, overlooking this devastated homeland together.

"Our original goal was to bring to the Sarkaz compatriots a country where they can live in peace without discrimination."

"But if we are like those people who just regard our compatriots as pawns that we pick up and throw away, then we are no different from them."

"In this case, what is the need for the ideal I insist on...?"

Sarkaz's eyes are full of melancholy, even if it has been more than a hundred years, she still can't see the future direction of the Sarkaz family.

"Teresia...do you really want to win this 'war'?"

Flynn asked.

"Of course I want to win, but I don't want to rely on the doctor's way of killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred."

"If tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of compatriots really need to die to end this "civil war", then I would rather lose to my brother."

"No...no need for that."

Ferrin looked up to the sky.

Today's cloud cover is still very thick, and the wind is a bit strong.

But she couldn't hear the thunder.

"If you can really stick to your original philosophy, I will help Theresa win."

Felin lowered his head, looked at the empty hand, and sighed.

The future of the entire Sarkaz family rests on her shoulders. If she loses the game with the regent, then Sarkaz and Kazdel may continue to face the quagmire of war that lasted for hundreds of years.

Ruling the country by force may bring a certain degree of peace, but didn't the previous generations of demon kings do the same.If Kazdel still tries to restore the country with extreme force this time, then the countries will completely crush Kazdel, and the discrimination and persecution Sarkaz suffers will be even more serious.

So they can't lose, and they can't afford to lose.

"Kelsey...why do you spare no effort to help me like this?"

"Whether it's helping the suffering compatriots, finding a way out for Sarkaz, or wanting to build a country that belongs to us... These ideals and actions are nothing but borrowed from others."

"Even the way I want to go is following others."

Sarkaz's mood was a little depressed, and her eyes were full of envy when she looked towards the north.

"Theresa."

Felin wanted to comfort her, but he couldn't even open his mouth, which was always capable of uttering many philosophical words.

"Thank you, Kelsey."

Sarkaz rubbed his face and smiled again.

"It's great chatting with you, I feel refreshed."

"There are still many things to be done. I'll go back first. Kelsey shouldn't stand here for too long. Although there are medicines, it's hard to be sick."

Sarkaz left here, leaving Filin alone to continue looking at the increasingly gloomy sky.

Is it a borrowed ideal...

She had always known, always understood.

The paranoid monarch did not bring suffering to the people, he took another path.

Help but not cure, love but not drown.

The people of Yan Kingdom live very happily, even if there are ups and downs in life, for them, they are just tempering, the future is always beautiful, and they will reach that beautiful future soon.

Today's Yan seems to have separated from this world full of pain and suffering.

The wind got stronger, and Filin's hair was blown into a mess.

Still no thunder.

"..."

The promise, the promise that has been delayed for hundreds of years, can it really be fulfilled?

The wind and clouds moved, and the sky seemed to become clearer.

The wind is a bit cold, she should add some clothes and come again.

Let's go back first, indeed, as Teresia said, there are still many things that have not been resolved.

Felin thought, and turned around.

"Kelsey."

Zhenlong had been waiting for her here for a long time, but seeing her pensive look, he didn't step forward to disturb her.

"..."

Looking at Feilin, he showed a gentle smile on his face.

"As promised, I'm here."

In front of him is an old friend whom he hasn't seen in a hundred years.

Although he knew it was Kelsey at first sight, but it was not the Kelsey he remembered.

Her figure is thinner than before, obviously before she left, he worked hard to fatten her up; the hair that was once beautiful like clouds is now a little dry, like winter branches; hidden around the eyes With a faint layer of ink on it, he knows that people who work for a long time and don't pay attention to rest, and have endless meetings every day, are probably like this.

She seemed to be wearing only a very thin overcoat, which was blown by the wind; that hand was not the slender and fat hand he remembered, it had already added many thin calluses, and the back of the hand was red from the cold wind .

He was very excited now, but he didn't know how to put it, so he just said:

"Kelsey, you asked me to come over..."

He then had a lot of words, wanting to gush out like pearls: where did he go, how did he live, did he put himself in danger again, did he ever think about him...but he always felt blocked by something , only whirling in the brain, unable to spit out.

Feilin stopped, with expressions of joy and desolation on his face; he moved his lips, but did not make a sound.

Her attitude finally became respectful, and she clearly called out:

"Good day, Your Excellency Baitian..."

He seemed to shudder.

Your Excellency... Your Excellency... Yes, yes.

He knew that since that day, there had been a pathetically thick barrier between them.

He was also speechless.

"..."

The wind blew harder, whistling, like thunder.

"Your Excellency Baitian, it's windy here, so it's not suitable for a conversation, please move indoors."

Felin suppressed the turbulent emotions, and talked to him with the most formal etiquette.

"..."

Zhenlong stared at her, staring at those emerald eyes, trying to see her hidden emotions.

But he will be disappointed after all.

"can."

He put away his exposed emotions, just nodded slightly, and then followed Feilin, and stepped into the tower.

"So, can you now tell me why I came here?"

When he came to a room that seemed to be Feilin's bedroom and office, he didn't touch the hot soup that Feilin handed him, but just sat down and asked.

"Your Excellency Baitian... I would like to ask you to help me uphold justice."

Felin almost gritted his teeth and made a request.

"Administrate justice?"

Zhenlong looked around, then sneered.

"Who am I to serve justice for?"

"Is it the demon king you are serving now? Or Kazdel's general?"

"Is it those stupid people who believe in the illusion of peace, or those demons who see through the truth of this country and fight to the death?"

"We've known each other for years, Kelsey. This is the first time you've come to me for help. I can't remember the last time you argued with me whether it was justified to oppose invasion into enemy territory, and how you The relatives of Dayan's enemy army have come to argue with me."

Zhenlong leaned on the chair, looked at Feilin standing in front of him, and said regretfully:

"Let me be honest! You never wanted my friendship. And you're afraid of being in debt to me. I don't want to get involved, Kelsey."

"I understand. You successfully publicized your ideals in Kazdel. The strategy you planned was very effective, and the never-ending wanderers were also inspired to settle down, with the devil and the Tower of Babel protecting you. Don't you I need a friend like me.

"But... now you come to me and say: "Your Excellency Bai Tian, ​​please help me uphold justice. "

"But you have no respect for me, Kelsey. You don't consider me a friend. You don't even want to call me Your Highness."

"You came to me when I was witnessing the growth of my little grandson, and asked me to kill you for you with the promise you made in the past."

"I just want you to uphold justice..."

"That's not justice."

The real dragon interrupted her.

"Even if this war fails, your Demon King will not die, because she is the king of Sarkaz, the Demon King. The other party is not only her subject, but also her elder brother, and what she paid was nothing more than some of the same clan... The Sarkaz, who are not even of their own kind."

"You clearly know the meaning of my entering the venue. Kazdel will never restore the country, and Dayan will not waste the country's power in this useless place."

"...Then if it's just to suppress their offensive and let us have time to recuperate, what kind of reward should I pay you?"

Zhenlong stood up expressionlessly, and slowly came to her.

"...I will help you, because we have an agreement, but I hate people who break the agreement."

"But it's also... limited to this."

Back to the director's dream of 52 years

"Kelsey, do you know the reason for this thunderstorm? I asked the doctor, she was suffering from the forced termination of her mission, and told me to ask you."

"Kelsey, are you listening?"

Looking at the rift-like thunderstorm that separated the sky and the earth, Fei Lin let out a long sigh, not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow.

"Don't worry, Teresia. That's the helping hand I've been looking for."

"We've had enough time to recuperate now and everyone can take a breather."

"foreign aid?"

Miss Sarkaz was taken aback.

She had vaguely guessed who the person who caused the thunderstorm was.

He is both Feilin's friend and can control the celestial phenomena, who else can he be.

But what method did she use to make that person willing to help these demons?